How to draw the way home in senior two?

1, choose the gray background color, draw a winding path first, and then draw it according to the path home. The path is getting farther and farther, thinner and more blurred.

2. Draw the outline of the building at the end of the path. Because of myopia, the first building can be painted bigger. The second building is smaller because of farsightedness.

Draw a row of big windows on the first building and a row of smaller windows on the right. Select black. The windows in the second building are smaller than those in the first building.

4. On the right side of the road, draw irregular figures in white to form the appearance of unmelted snowdrift in winter.

5. Draw thick branches and trunks on the snowdrift. Because of the cold winter, all the leaves have fallen off and the branches are bare. You can draw more small trees or shrubs if necessary.

6. Finally, draw the silhouette of students holding hands on the path. The outline of students holding hands is black. Draw the outline of evening or evening, and complete the way home with your classmates.

Extended data:

Cold wind blows, blows into bones, blows into people's hearts, and there is nothing but cold.

After school, he looked up and looked in the direction of his home. The sun is setting and darkness is about to cover the earth. It is 60 miles from the county seat to home, and he only walked with his father once. Even though the mountains are high and the water is long, even though the road is long, he resolutely embarked on a long way home.

Take a rugged road, never change your mind, never look back, and stride forward. There are fewer pedestrians on the road; The smoke in the sky has faded. Walking through the village, the lights in the village turned on and off. There is no guardrail on the roadside, only one person along the road.

The moon has risen to the top of people's heads, shining brightly and illuminating people's hearts. There is no one on the road, only he is running wildly. The wind is very strong, he is short of breath and his legs are numb. The only constant is his longing for a warm heart.

The path gradually came to an end, and there was only an endless valley ahead.

This valley is probably the scariest and weirdest place in my hometown, right? It is said that this used to be a cemetery. Few people can be seen during the day, let alone at night. He walked to the edge of the valley, took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves and suddenly rushed down the valley with his feet.

The wind sounded in his ear, and a bright and warm lamp at home appeared in front of him, and his mother was sewing under the lamp? Dark clouds covered the moon, surrounded by darkness, and the cold wind of the twelfth month roared in his ear like the devil in hell, as if to swallow him up. He can't compete with the devil, he can only run, run in the dark, run like a moth eager for light.

Finally, the dark clouds cleared away, and finally, he ran out of the valley. Suddenly, his legs went soft, and he didn't have any strength to fall to the ground. The light at home seems to be shining on him all the time, so warm and peaceful.

Warmth gave him strength, and he stood up with difficulty, continued to go home, and moved towards light and warmth.