A painting I like.

One of my favorite paintings is The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.

The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival depicts the bustling scene and natural scenery of the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty during the Qingming period. In the picture, farmers are farming in the fields, and rich people come back from sweeping graves. In the evening, camel teams, people picking things, all rode their bikes to the city, ignoring the shouts of vendors. Near the Bianhe Wharf, there are many people and grain ships. Some people are resting in the teahouse, some are telling fortune, and some are eating in the restaurant. Ships in the river come and go, end to end; Some are full of goods and go upstream; Some are docked at the dock and are nervously unloading goods. Across the Bianhe River is a huge wooden arch bridge with exquisite structure and beautiful shape, just like a dancing rainbow. There is a big ship waiting to cross the bridge. Some boatmen use bamboo poles to support the bridge, and some use long poles to hook the bridge; Some people hold the boat with hemp rope, others are busy putting down the mast to let the boat pass, and the neighbors point and point, as if shouting something. Both inside and outside the ship are busy crossing the bridge. The people on the bridge also sweated for the tense scene of crossing the bridge. In busy city streets, there are teahouses, butcher shops, shops and so on. Big stores hang flags to attract business. The market is full of pedestrians, including businessmen doing business, gentry looking at street scenes, officials riding horses and hawkers. ...

Although I only stayed in front of this photo for a few minutes, this photo left an indelible impression on my heart. It became a part of my soul.

Chapter 2: A painting I like. There is a picture in my bedroom. This painting was brought back by my father from Tibet. This is a powerful horse. I like this painting very much.

This horse is purple, and there is a heroic spirit in its bones. Its ears are like sharpened bamboo, which is really "bamboo ears"! Its eyes are bright, firmly staring at the front, as if to penetrate all the barriers in front of it with its eyes. When its nostrils open and close, it breathes, just like the air in a train chimney. It looked up at the sky and hissed, and its voice seemed to be irrigating the fields. Its face is very handsome, and it is even more handsome with a white mark on its forehead. Its neck is very thick, and its fiery red sideburns flutter with the wind when running, which is very beautiful. Its muscles are well-proportioned and fit, and the muscles in the chest are bulging and full of strength. Its legs are strong and powerful, and its hooves fly when running. It's really "the wind is light into the hoof"! Its hooves are black, as if wearing a pair of black leather shoes. Its tail swings from side to side, like a big brush, as if ready to draw a beautiful picture.

I was fascinated by this painting, as if I had been riding on my favorite horse, wearing armor and bravely killing the enemy on the battlefield full of danger and shouting.

Infinite loyalty is the virtue of horses, and fearlessness is the spirit of horses. Yes, what a noble quality! I must learn from Ma, a loyal and fearless mentor. When I grow up, I want to be a brave and loyal soldier, loyal and fearless to defend our dear motherland and our beautiful hometown.

Chapter 3: A painting I like. This is a painting full of love and warmth. This painting is neither a masterpiece nor my painting, but my classmate Deng's painting Happy Butterflies Like a Family.

You must be a little confused when you hear the topic. There are only elephants in real life. Where is the butterfly elephant? So this is an imaginary painting. The author replaced the ears of the disc elephant with wings, which should have realized the elephant's desire to fly.

In my memory, butterflies are playing on the vast grassland. The grass here is dazzling green, and the butterflies next to it are like a family, as if playing a parent-child game: the elephant's nose gently leads the mother's nose, and his father gently touches the elephant's back with his long nose, trying to make the elephant mentally prepared before wiping. Their family laughed so happily that they added vitality to the grassland. I suddenly want to join this big family and laugh with them.

The first time I saw this painting, I was fascinated, as if I were another butterfly elephant, flying in the sky, watching their family, and sometimes going down to visit them.

This painting, a beautiful and exciting painting, and that kind of unspeakable joy, I think: the author uses painting to describe his love for the object.

Although I only looked at this painting for a few minutes, it left an indelible impression on my heart. Who can say that this painting is unpopular!

Article 4: My favorite painting, there is a famous painting hanging on the wall-Italian mountain village stream. It is said that this is still the world famous paintings! The scenery of the picture is charming, full of spring vitality and local flavor, which is really intoxicating.

You see, under the blue sky, the mountains hold their heads high, and the trees on the mountains look so lush, one after another, and the whole Shan Ye has become a world of trees, like a green ocean. Behind a green ocean, there is a tall snow-capped mountain, and the top of the mountain is covered with a thousand-year-old snow.

There is an endless meadow in front of the high mountain. There are clusters of blooming wild flowers on the grass, which are colorful and beautiful. Looking at them, I seem to smell the flowers.

Rows of cabins stand in the middle of the grass and look so small on the vast grass.

Not far away, a swift stream is flowing happily, and the stream is flowing happily. The stream hit a stone and made waves. Ah, I seem to hear the stream singing, and the sound is so crisp and sweet. Look, the stream is clear enough to see the bottom. The wild flowers on both sides of the stream are swaying in the wind, as if dancing happily.

Beside the stream, a straight stone path stretches into the distance.

In this green world, even stones are grotesque, some like eggs, some like cakes, and some like. ...

Ah, this mountain, this water, this flower and this tree are really picturesque, as if they had brought me into this beautiful world.

Article 5: My favorite painting is in my home, and there is also the longest and my favorite painting! That's my own bamboo painting.

At that time, my mother and I were at home packing useless things. We were in full swing when we heard a bang and something fell from the wall. My mother and I were completely unprepared, and we were dumbfounded. It took two or three minutes to recover. Mother walked over carefully and found that she had dropped her calendar. We are really "as timid as mice" However, this calendar also knows something about the art of war. We can't drop it early or late, but we have to drop it while we are working. It's really a little "surprise".

But what a coincidence! This picture of the moon card happens to be Zheng Banqiao's ink bamboo. Mother wanted to throw it away, but when she thought it was Zheng Banqiao's ink bamboo, she was reluctant to part with it. This is not a problem at home! At this moment, he turned to me as if I could help. "Yes, you are quick to copy these photos again, so that you can keep them? Yes, come on, draw quickly. " I was scared to death! It is difficult for me to copy Zheng Banqiao's ink bamboo. I promise nothing. Mom said, "Well, how about giving 10 yuan pocket money this month?" "No, I don't want to smoke 100 yuan!" "Otherwise, take you to grandma's house? ! ""no! " "Then you say, what!" "It's too difficult!" "It doesn't matter, that's because it is difficult to draw! I am with you. " Finally, I was persuaded by my mother to "start painting".

I picked up a pen, just like picking up a stone weighing 1000 kg. Stroke by stroke, slowly and carefully, just after drawing a bamboo pole, I was already sweating! Next, it's even harder! Looking at this piece of ink bamboo soil in front of us, it looks like a mountain. Bamboo leaves are long, short, thick and thin, winding and layered! I can see it, not to mention I have to draw it! But I find that the leaves around the bamboo roots are best painted. Ok, let's start painting here! The bottom is basically slender, and it will be OK in a few minutes. But the one in the middle gives me the biggest headache. A large group of people together. It's unbelievable! I must calm down and draw carefully.

Upstairs is ok, but there is one that is very special. The root of the leaf grows on the bamboo pole in front, but the tip of the leaf turns into a bamboo at the back and turns around. In order to draw it well, I stared at my eyes and carefully observed its changes: first on this leaf, then at the back, coming out from under this thin leaf, and then around this bamboo pole at the back … I muttered to myself! When I finished looking at this leaf, my eyes were less than 10 cm away from the picture. ...

In this way, the painting that lasted for 2 hours ended. I put the slide on the wall and walked away. Many things happen, and I really feel like a "master" ...

Article 6: A painting I like. I like painting very much. In an art class, the teacher asked us to draw "Tiananmen Square". I was so happy that I immediately picked up the brush and began to draw. First, I drew the outline of Tiananmen Square with a pencil, then drew 13 gates on Tiananmen Square, and drew the national emblem on Tiananmen Square. Finally, I wrote "Long live People's Republic of China (PRC)" and "Long live the great unity of the people all over the world" on both sides of the national emblem. Then I drew "Tiananmen Square" in red and the rising sun in the upper right corner of "Tiananmen Square". Such a magnificent "Tiananmen" is particularly spectacular in the sun.

I also drew a man in front of Tiananmen Square to pay tribute to it! I like this magnificent Tiananmen Square very much. I like this painting very much, because it is not only beautiful, but also painted by myself.