When I was a child, I was just a child chasing sand by the sea. The sea never gave me literary talent, and the muse never touched me with her hands. When I grow up, I leave the sea in my hometown. In a bookstore in the city, I first came into contact with so many books. Once, I dug out a collection of poems from a dazzling bookcase with Tagore's quotation printed on it: "Buy a collection of poems with coins in your hand, and it will make your heart as happy as a bird and fly freely in infinite emptiness." I just took a look and bought it like a treasure. Since then, Tagore has brought me to a colorful world. I am fascinated by poetry, just as I am fascinated by the deep and vast sea.

I found the charm of poetry as bright as the sun for the first time. Li Bai, who is optimistic and bold, Du Fu, who is deep and melancholy, and Li Qingzhao, who is graceful and restrained, walked out of the poetry circle ... They showed me everything in the world with different styles of pens. Gradually, I understood Wang Guozhen's sincerity, Shu Ting's delicacy and Wen Yiduo's profundity. I made friends with Shelley and Pushkin and experienced the magnificence of the world poetry garden. Slowly, I found that I can't live without poetry. Poetry always plucks my heartstrings with its invisible hand, plucks people's piano, and drives me crazy. So in class, I learned from the teacher's mouth that Gu Cheng yearned for "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light"; After class, I chanted and entered the artistic conception of "lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are sweet in Hetian". I really feel like a happy bird that Tagore said, flying freely in infinite emptiness.

After reading many poems, I can't help but have a dream and gently open the door of literature hall with my poems. Whenever others play, I am fascinated by exploring the beauty of everything; When all the lights went out, I built a line of poems under the lights alone, and the thin pen tip flowed out the singing of birds, the blooming of flowers and the growth of tender grass ... I wrote the songs in my heart with my own pen, and everything was happy. Every time I send a poem, waiting becomes a part of my life. Although most of them sink into the sea, I sing a song when I think that Jiang Guo is really "frustrated"; When you are sad, write a poem. Because life is always beautiful, my mind is extremely open. Occasionally, I saw my words turn into printed words, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well for several nights. Although no one cheered, I felt that the door of the literary palace was slowly opening, and the muse smiled at me. My immature poem just fulfilled my literary dream.

I am addicted to reading and writing poems. That line of verse is a flying butterfly that brought me to a beautiful and colorful garden; That poem is like a firefly. "It gives off a faint light, but it will be bright when it is saved."

I will always be attached to the Muse, and I have no regrets.

Art and life

I never leave things with me, because I always feel that things will be lost if I leave them with me, and only those left in my heart will never forget them. ...

It was a summer vacation, because of the piano exam, I had to resist the joy of being admitted to junior high school and practice at home. It's so sultry that I have ice in my mouth. Practice hard. From morning till noon, and then at night, I can finally shake my sore arm. I couldn't help it. I went to the balcony. ...

Suddenly, I heard a voice, hazy and clear, with a summer evening breeze, blowing in my ear, brushing my cheek and passing my Liu Haier. The leaves rustle and the sunset glow is subtle and soft. At this moment, the world became strangely quiet, as if only this voice existed. Oh, a flute. Someone is playing the flute. It's melodious, comfortable and smooth. Only a calm person can play so well.

I was intoxicated and quiet ... It took me a long time to wake up from thinking and imagination.

In the next few days, I noticed that this flute sounded every evening, but the flute I heard later was not as good as the first time. As soon as I put down the piano every day, the flute will ring on time, and I will run to the balcony to see the construction site downstairs and listen carefully. I imagine the flute player is a lonely old man, telling his own feelings; Maybe it's a child. I saw a child riding on the back of an old buffalo, playing the flute. ...

One day, I went to the balcony to look down as usual and saw a construction worker sitting on the ground, playing his flute. Suddenly, the flute came to an abrupt end. When it rang again, I was surprised to find that he was playing my music! Although the flute sounds intermittent, I can still recognize it as my favorite piece of music. I didn't see it with my own eyes In any case, I can't believe that a person can play the flute with his ears intact, and he plays it so accurately, although he is not very skilled. Is a worker I used to despise very much! I'm shocked!

In the evening, my mother actually talked about the worker: "Look at others, building a house in the sun every day, is it much more tired than you?" People blow you to bed at night, and it's easy! "

I don't complain anymore. So, in the morning, the flute in my dream woke me up; At night, the flute outside the window accompanied me to sleep. When I was practicing that piece of music, the flute always sounded quietly, but it was very light, as if I were afraid of being heard. Finally, he was no longer afraid. So the sound of piano and flute blend together, harmonious, beautiful and quiet. I am excited, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I think I have found the true meaning of this song, which was found by this worker friend. Yes, my feelings have been sublimated …

When I was taking the exam, the flute kept ringing in my ears. I understand music in my own way. Finally got into 10! I was shocked when I rushed to the balcony excitedly and prepared to summon up the courage to tell the good news to my friends I had never met. A few days of excitement and tension made me forget the buildings that have risen in front of me. Yes, I will never cooperate with that flute again!

Somewhere in the sky, I heard the flute again. I always feel that this flute sounds familiar. It turns out that the flute and that memory have been treasured in my heart forever!

Dear friend, are you still playing the flute? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? How much a distant girl wants to play a song with you-homesickness.

Very artistic and eye-catching.

The poet blends his own unique thinking between the lines; The painter sprinkled his feelings on the paper in an unobstructed view; Calligraphers shed fresh ink in their brushstrokes, so the art history of the Chinese nation is unprecedentedly prosperous, and every development and change has written a unique stroke for it.

The birth of other artistic styles such as "Banqiao School" and "Yangzhou Eight Eccentrics" has its unique historical background and significance. In the Qing Dynasty, which suppressed the development of talents and destroyed the nature of talents, the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou expressed their personality ideals and noble sentiments with an artistic style that did not conform to the secular aesthetic standards, which was the pursuit of freedom and the contempt and struggle for the dignitaries. It can be said that "Banqiao Style" is a symbol of spiritual freedom, which is also the charm of Zheng Banqiao's works. If future generations imitate the "Banqiao style", they can only have its shape without its spirit. Of course, there can't be two such works. However, many people do not believe in this principle. When literature and fashion are linked together, it seems that literary creation can be industrialized, and writers can also produce in batches according to the same model. In the bookstore, mystery novels occupy the best-seller shelf for a while and philosophy is popular for a while. Patterns are always being refurbished, but most of them are the same. Although those books sold well for a while, they were soon forgotten in the corner, covered with dust and cobwebs. A famous person once said, "All value is only time in the end. Time will filter out all works that follow the trend, leaving only one or several works that reflect the spirit of the times and pay attention to human beings and life. "

So, should we stop learning other people's works? Of course not. Those superficial works that drift with the tide, it is precisely because of the lack of inheritance and research on culture and art, will not paint a tiger as a nuisance and fall into the stereotype. Therefore, inheritance is the foundation of cultural survival and development, while innovation injects a steady stream of vitality into it.

It is not only artistic creation, but also inheritance and innovation in many aspects of life and production practice. After the reform and opening up, China has had frequent scientific and cultural exchanges with the outside world, and has learned many successful experiences and tasted the sweetness. But now, China's innovation strength is relatively weak. A few days ago, Wen Wei Po said that Shanghai's service industry management copied the manufacturing management model, which hindered the service industry from dancing. Here, the management mode of the manufacturing industry is also "indispensable, and there can be no two". Only flexible innovation can make a breakthrough.

No matter what industry you are engaged in, you should learn from the successful experience of others, fully understand your own characteristics, choose the right development direction and be brave in innovation. Paying equal attention to inheritance and innovation is the foundation of the development of science and technology, literature and art.

"After learning to hold a pen, we will start to write." The teacher said, "First of all, we should start with basic strokes." Because I just started writing calligraphy, I am still a little timid and can't write. So, I thought to myself, "I must learn to write Chinese calligraphy." Finally, I wrote the first stroke, because the hair of the brush is too soft and not as hard as the pen, so the words are ugly. The strokes move like snakes, and I can't write straight, especially when I start writing. I always draw the part where I start and close my pen into two spheres. I wrote the ugliest in my class. The teacher looked at my handwriting and said to me, "Never mind, keep working hard. "From then on, I practiced very hard every day. At school, I consulted my teacher. At home, I practice hard. After two or three months of hard work, I finally held the brush steady. I'm exhausted these months! However, although I hold the pen firmly, my handwriting has not improved at all, and it is still so ugly. Looking at those ugly and awkward words, I feel a little sorry. " I knew it was painful to practice calligraphy. I really shouldn't let my father give me calligraphy lessons. "

The next day, I came to the calligraphy class. When I was about to say goodbye to everyone, the teacher came over and said to me seriously, "You can't give up,' Nothing is difficult in the world, and you will succeed if you work hard' ..." After listening to the teacher's words, I thought about it: "Yes, I actually chose to learn to write." Thought of here, I have confidence again. Finally, I "picked up the brush".

Since then, I have practiced calligraphy harder every day, and I am more serious than before. In addition to going to school, doing homework and reviewing lessons, the rest of the time is spent practicing calligraphy. After every calligraphy class, I will stay in the classroom and ask my teacher for some skills in writing Chinese calligraphy.

In this way, I practiced hard and gradually realized that writing brush characters has become a pleasure in my life.

My handwriting is getting better and better. ...

Art is all around us.

In Chinese class on Friday morning, we held "Art is around us-Unit 8 Reading Appreciation Meeting". There are four groups of performances, namely the second group, the fourth group, the fifth group and the sixth group.

The first one to play is our fourth group. We performed Lesson 25 "The Farewell of Boya". Boya is decorated by Chen Zhengdong, Zhong Ziqi by Wei Zichun, props by Li Jiejun and narration by Wang Yujun. I think narration is the best, because Wang Yu is reciting with great feelings. Our movements and demeanor are vividly performed, and teachers and classmates are full of praise for it. How deep is the friendship between Boya and Zhong Ziqi! They know each other and are true bosom friends. Now, how many people can do it? Watching, I can't help falling into the plot of the story.

Next is the fifth group. They performed Lesson 26 "Song of the Moonlight". The shoemaker tried to match horses, stools, stools, cadmium, Shaanxi, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang, Lang. Menstruation played tricks in the garden, pecking at Xiaona in the strong ring. A class = "channel _ key link" href = ""target = "_ blank" > I thought: Isn't Beethoven and the blind girl bosom friends?

Finally, the second group and the sixth group performed lesson 27 "Mona Lisa's Contract" and lesson 28 "My Stage" respectively. Although their performances are all better, they make me laugh and cry. Because they are all improvisations, most of them are reciting. When they performed, I learned another kind of artistic beauty, that is, the beauty of recitation.

Who said that art must be an elegant concert and an expensive the world famous paintings? In my opinion, a humorous remark and a short joke are all art, and art is around us!

Art is all around us. In Chinese class on Friday morning, we held "Art is around us-Unit 8 Reading Appreciation Meeting". There are four groups of performances, namely the second group, the fourth group, the fifth group and the sixth group. The first one to play is our fourth group. We performed Lesson 25 "The Farewell of Boya". Boya was decorated by Chen Zhengdong, acted by Wei Zichun, acted as props by Li and explained by. Because Wang Yujun recited with great emotion, I think narration is the best. Our movements and demeanor are vividly performed, and teachers and classmates are full of praise for it. How deep is the friendship between Boya and Zhong Ziqi! They know each other and are true bosom friends. Now, how many people can do it? Watching, I can't help falling into the plot of the story.

Art and life

When I was a child, I was just a child chasing sand by the sea. The sea never gave me literary talent, and the muse never touched me with her hands. When I grow up, I leave the sea in my hometown. In a bookstore in the city, I first came into contact with so many books. Once, I dug out a collection of poems from a dazzling bookcase with Tagore's quotation printed on it: "Buy a collection of poems with coins in your hand, and it will make your heart as happy as a bird and fly freely in infinite emptiness." I just took a look and bought it like a treasure. Since then, Tagore has brought me to a colorful world. I am fascinated by poetry, just as I am fascinated by the deep and vast sea.

I found the charm of poetry as bright as the sun for the first time. Li Bai, who is optimistic and bold, Du Fu, who is deep and melancholy, and Li Qingzhao, who is graceful and restrained, walked out of the poetry circle ... They showed me everything in the world with different styles of pens. Gradually, I understood Wang Guozhen's sincerity, Shu Ting's delicacy and Wen Yiduo's profundity. I made friends with Shelley and Pushkin and experienced the magnificence of the world poetry garden. Slowly, I found that I can't live without poetry. Poetry always plucks my heartstrings with its invisible hand, plucks people's piano, and drives me crazy. So in class, I learned from the teacher's mouth that Gu Cheng yearned for "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light"; After class, I chanted and entered the artistic conception of "lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are sweet in Hetian". I really feel like a happy bird that Tagore said, flying freely in infinite emptiness.

After reading many poems, I can't help but have a dream and gently open the door of literature hall with my poems. Whenever others play, I am fascinated by exploring the beauty of everything; When all the lights went out, I built a line of poems under the lights alone, and the thin pen tip flowed out the singing of birds, the blooming of flowers and the growth of tender grass ... I wrote the songs in my heart with my own pen, and everything was happy. Every time I send a poem, waiting becomes a part of my life. Although most of them sink into the sea, I sing a song when I think that Jiang Guo is really "frustrated"; When you are sad, write a poem. Because life is always beautiful, my mind is extremely open. Occasionally, I saw my words turn into printed words, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well for several nights. Although no one cheered, I felt that the door of the literary palace was slowly opening, and the muse smiled at me. My immature poem just fulfilled my literary dream.

I am addicted to reading and writing poems. That line of verse is a flying butterfly that brought me to a beautiful and colorful garden; That poem is like a firefly. "It gives off a faint light, but it will be bright when it is saved."

I will always be attached to the Muse, and I have no regrets.

Art and life

I never leave anything with me, because I always feel that if I leave something with me, I will lose it, and only those who stay in my heart will never forget it. ...

It was a summer vacation, because of the piano exam, I had to resist the joy of being admitted to junior high school and practice at home. It's so sultry that I have ice in my mouth. Practice hard. From morning till noon, and then at night, I can finally shake my sore arm. I couldn't help it. I went to the balcony. ...

Suddenly, I heard a voice, hazy and clear, with a summer evening breeze, blowing in my ear, brushing my cheek and passing my Liu Haier. The leaves rustle and the sunset glow is subtle and soft. At this moment, the world became strangely quiet, as if only this voice existed. Oh, a flute. Someone is playing the flute. It's melodious, comfortable and smooth. Only a calm person can play so well.

I was intoxicated and quiet ... It took me a long time to wake up from thinking and imagination.

In the next few days, I noticed that this flute sounded every evening, but the flute I heard later was not as good as the first time. As soon as I put down the piano every day, the flute will ring on time, and I will run to the balcony to see the construction site downstairs and listen carefully. I imagine the flute player is a lonely old man, telling his own feelings; Maybe it's a child. I saw a child riding on the back of an old buffalo, playing the flute. ...

One day, I went to the balcony to look down as usual and saw a construction worker sitting on the ground, playing his flute. Suddenly, the flute came to an abrupt end. When it rang again, I was surprised to find that he was playing my music! Although the flute sounds intermittent, I can still recognize it as my favorite piece of music. I didn't see it with my own eyes In any case, I can't believe that a person can play the flute with his ears intact, and he plays it so accurately, although he is not very skilled. Is a worker I used to despise very much! I'm shocked!

In the evening, my mother actually talked about the worker: "Look at others, building a house in the sun every day, is it much more tired than you?" People blow you to bed at night, and it's easy! "

I don't complain anymore. So, in the morning, the flute in my dream woke me up; At night, the flute outside the window accompanied me to sleep. When I was practicing that piece of music, the flute always sounded quietly, but it was very light, as if I were afraid of being heard. Finally, he was no longer afraid. So the sound of piano and flute blend together, harmonious, beautiful and quiet. I am excited, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I think I have found the true meaning of this song, which was found by this worker friend. Yes, my feelings have been sublimated …

When I was taking the exam, the flute kept ringing in my ears. I understand music in my own way. Finally got into 10! I was shocked when I rushed to the balcony excitedly and prepared to summon up the courage to tell the good news to my friends I had never met. A few days of excitement and tension made me forget the buildings that have risen in front of me. Yes, I will never cooperate with that flute again!

Somewhere in the sky, I heard the flute again. I always feel that this flute sounds familiar. It turns out that the flute and that memory have been treasured in my heart forever!

Dear friend, are you still playing the flute? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? How much a distant girl wants to play a song with you-homesickness.

Paper-cutting is a traditional folk handicraft. As early as the Han and Tang dynasties, folk women used gold and silver foil and colored silks to cut into a winning fashion, and flowers and birds were decorated with sideburns. Then it gradually developed. In festivals, colored paper is cut into stories of flowers, animals or people and pasted on windows (called "window grilles") and lintels (called "door stickers") as decoration, as well as as as gift decoration or embroidery patterns. Paper-cutting tools generally use only a small pair of scissors, and some professional artists use a special carving knife to carve, which is called "paper carving"