Writing essay for drawing examination

1. Art exam composition

January 27th is the day for my art exam.

One week before the exam, I went to Xiaoyan Painting Academy to attend a one-week pre-exam training class. During that week, the teacher told us to draw animals. I drew an owl because I thought the owl was cute and easy to draw, so I chose it.

After so many days, I have become familiar with painting. Early in the morning, my parents drove me to the examination room. When I got to the door, I said goodbye to my parents and followed the volunteers in.

When I entered the classroom, I realized that there were not many people around. I found a seat and sat down.

When everyone arrived, the invigilator handed out the paper and asked us to write down our exam number, name and age. It's 8:20 and the exam has started.

I quickly started drawing. I first drew a branch, then two owls of different sizes on it, then I drew a short vine and a small owl on it, and then I drew a slightly thinner trunk and a A larger owl.

Next, describe it and add some tree trunks in the background. Finally fill in the blank spaces with leaves.

Haha, the painting is finished. ah! Many people have already finished their drawings and handed in their papers. I checked and handed in my papers.

I don’t know if I have passed the test or not. When will it be announced? It’s really worrying. 2. The first time I took the sketch test (original in the fourth grade) composition

[The first time I took the sketch test (originally in the fourth grade) composition] In the afternoon, my grandma took me to Yanshan Primary School to take the sketch test. , it was the first time I took the sketch exam (originally written in fourth grade). My grandma and I came to the classroom where the exam was held. There were many people coming to take the exam, including those in fifth and sixth grade, as well as those in third and fourth grade. Teacher Gu arranged a seat for me. After sitting down, I was very nervous at this time, for fear that I would not be able to draw well. Teacher Gu seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me: "As long as you work hard, you will definitely do well in the exam." After listening to Teacher Gu's words, I I'm not nervous anymore. When the time comes, we have to start drawing. The composition for the sixth grade of elementary school is "The First Time I Participated in the Sketch Exam (Originally Created in the Fourth Grade)." The object to be drawn is a round ball. I first draw the outline. , draw and develop when you think you can develop it. When developing, first mark the five numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. The larger the number, the lighter the color of the developed image. After developing the image Then develop the back. Where the color is dark, make the back a little lighter. Where the color is light, make the back a little darker. After washing the back, use an eraser to wipe the painting clean, so that the painting is done. After the painting is finished, When I was about to hand in my drawing, I looked at the clock and saw that there were still 30 minutes left and other students were still drawing. I lowered my head and started drawing seriously. I didn't stop until all the students had handed in their drawings. , read it carefully before handing it in. After finishing the exam, my grandma took me home happily. It was my first time to take the sketch exam (originally in the fourth grade) with a 350-word composition. 3. We are the best, a 300-word essay on art exams

This morning, the sun was shining brightly, and our community held a tug-of-war competition, which taught me the truth of "unity is powerful".

There was a rope like a giant snake on the ground. We formed a formation, with our front and rear feet facing each other. We held the rope tightly with both hands. After we were in position, "Ready! Start!" the referee gave the order. , everyone tried their best to pull the rope back one by one. I gritted my teeth and my face turned red from suppressing it. After a fierce battle, the other party saw the red flag in the middle of the rope approaching them little by little. While they were numb and complacent, we violently We pulled back hard, but then the situation changed and we turned defeat into victory! "Yeah! We won!" We were ecstatic and overjoyed, but the other party: they were so angry that they stamped their feet, some were dejected, and their confidence disappeared completely. The battle in the second game started. Our two teams fought hard and refused to stop. No one gave in to the other. We were so tired that we were sweating profusely. We shouted, "Come on, you can't lose! Let's fight with all our strength." "

When they saw that we had such a fierce momentum, they became confused and threw unity out of the sky. Without unity, they became powerless. We took advantage of the opportunity and violently attacked. La, they won again. Their momentum was like a collapsed mountain, and they disappeared with a "rumbling". Our unity won the final victory. 4. We are the best, a 300-word essay about art exams

This morning, the sun was shining brightly, and our community held a tug-of-war competition, which made me realize the truth of "unity is powerful".

There was a rope like a giant snake on the ground. We formed a formation, with our front and rear feet facing each other. We held the rope tightly with both hands. After we were in position, "Ready! Start!" the referee gave the order. , everyone tried their best to pull the rope back one by one. I gritted my teeth and my face turned red from suppressing it. After a fierce battle, the other party saw the red flag in the middle of the rope approaching them little by little. While they were numb and complacent, we violently We pulled back hard, but then the situation changed and we turned defeat into victory! "Yeah! We won!" We were ecstatic and overjoyed, but the other party: they were so angry that they stamped their feet, some were dejected, and their confidence disappeared completely.

The battle in the second game started. Our two teams fought hard and refused to stop. No one gave in to the other. We were so tired that we were sweating profusely. We shouted, "Come on, you can't lose! Let's fight with all our strength." "

When they saw that we had such a fierce momentum, they became confused and threw unity out of the sky. Without unity, they became powerless. We took advantage of the opportunity and violently attacked. La, they won again. Their momentum was like a collapsed mountain, and they disappeared with a "rumbling". Our unity won the final victory. 5. A 600-word essay on the classmates I met during the art exam

I came to a new school, entered a new class, and had a new classmate.

When I first saw her, I thought she was as bright and lovely as the sun; she was as fresh and hearty as the breeze; she was as gentle and delicate as the drizzle. She is a beautiful girl: two curved eyebrows, a pair of big eyes as clear as the Lijiang River that seem to be able to talk, and a pair of double eyelids.

She is a lovely girl: her voice is thin and soft, her nose is small and cute, her mouth is eloquent, and she loves to ask questions. As soon as you meet her, you become friends with her and want to talk to her.

Although she is very beautiful, I think she is a bit "flashy". Something happened next that completely changed my view of her.

This morning, the weather was not very good. The clouds were so dark that I couldn't stand up straight. Sometimes people's mood always changes with the weather.

I just feel uncomfortable today. Coupled with the cold I have had in the past few days, I am even more uncomfortable. When we got to the class, everyone had something to do: some were reading and previewing; some were talking and discussing; some were reciting the text.

I thought: Probably no one will notice or care about me. He walked straight to the seat, sighed deeply, and sat down.

And she was having a heated discussion with the classmates in front of her. When she saw a "big bitter melon" next to her, she turned around and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?" I saw her like this He cared about me and was deeply moved, but I wanted to "save face", so I pretended to be serious and said: "Nothing, nothing." "I don't believe it, you must be uncomfortable."

Maybe it's God. Don't let me lie. My throat felt itchy at this moment. I couldn't help it, so I coughed a few times. When she saw it, she quickly took out my water bottle and said to me: "Look, you can't lie to me. Are you sick? Drink more water, talk less, don't eat sweet, salty, spicy food, and protect your throat. "Hurry up and drink water."

She clicked like a machine gun. I quickly drank a glass of water, thinking: How can I live up to the kindness of my deskmate! I was a little embarrassed and lowered my head. "We are classmates and deskmates. As the saying goes, 'distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.' We should become good friends. Good friends should care about each other and help each other!" She smiled happily at me. 6. A 600-word essay on the classmates I met during the art exam

I came to a new school, entered a new class, and had a new classmate. When I first saw her, I thought she was as bright and lovely as the sun; she was as fresh and hearty as the breeze; she was as gentle and delicate as the drizzle.

She is a beautiful girl: two curved eyebrows, a pair of big eyes as clear as the Lijiang River that seem to be able to talk, and a pair of double eyelids. She is a lovely girl: her voice is thin and soft, her nose is small and cute, her mouth is eloquent, and she loves to ask questions. As soon as you meet her, you become friends with her and want to talk to her.

Although she is very beautiful, I think she is a bit "flashy". Something happened next that completely changed my view of her.

This morning, the weather was not very good. The clouds were so dark that I couldn't stand up straight. Sometimes people's mood always changes with the weather. I just feel unwell today, and with the cold I have had for the past few days, I feel even more uncomfortable. When we got to the class, everyone had something to do: some were reading and previewing; some were talking and discussing; some were reciting the text. I thought: Probably no one will notice or care about me. He walked straight to the seat, sighed deeply, and sat down. And she was having a heated discussion with the classmates in front of her. When she saw a "big bitter melon" next to her, she turned around and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?" I was deeply moved to see her caring about me so much. But I wanted to "save face", so I pretended to be serious and said: "Nothing, nothing." "I don't believe it, you must be uncomfortable." Maybe God didn't let me lie, so my throat was itchy at this time. I couldn't help it anymore, so I coughed a few times. When she saw it, she quickly took out my water bottle and said to me: "Look, you can't lie to me. Are you sick? Drink more water, talk less, don't eat sweet, salty, spicy food, and protect your throat. "Hurry up and drink water." She clicked like a machine gun. I quickly drank a glass of water, thinking: How can I live up to the kindness of my deskmate! I was a little embarrassed and lowered my head. "We are classmates and deskmates. As the saying goes, 'distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.' We should become good friends. Good friends should care about each other and help each other!" She smiled happily at me. 7. Essay about the unforgettable cartoon test

The most unforgettable thing about the summer vacation was the cartoon test that made me extremely nervous.

Early that morning, I packed up my things and rushed to the cultural center on my mother’s motorcycle to take the exam.

When I entered the examination room, I felt my face was hot and my heart was pounding, as if it was jumping from my chest to my throat, then from my throat to my mouth, and then from my mouth. It feels like it's coming out, so tight

It's so tight!

This time I have to take the comic level 6 exam, and the exam time is only 1 hour and 30 minutes. How can I do this?

When I practice at home, the fastest it takes is 1 hour and 45 minutes, and I have to use colored

pencils to color. I felt that I couldn't pass at all. The more I thought about it, the more worried I became. It felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in my chest, making me breathless.

Perhaps the attentive invigilator noticed my mood. He said kindly: "Please write your admission ticket number and name at the end of the test paper. Don't be nervous, just like at home." The painting is the same." The teacher's words gave me comfort. I felt calmer. I quickly filled out the information and started painting stroke by stroke with concentration.

This time I drew a multi-person cartoon. I raced against time to draw the outline

After finishing it, I quickly picked up the drawing pen and started drawing lines. Gradually, a beautiful scene appeared in front of me

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In front of you: Under the sun, several pretty little girls are skating, and there is a boy next to them

! I seemed to hear the little girls shouting: "Fall!" The boy thought he was praising his handsomeness.

He turned around proudly, but he fell down, and the girls laughed. Get up... Hey,

How interesting! I couldn't help but be amused by my imagination, and I felt less nervous.

After drawing the line, I took out the colored pencils from the pencil box and prepared to color, but they seemed to be deliberately

They seemed to be against me. The bottom of the box that was never closed was as colorful as The waterfall rushes down. I hurriedly

squatted on the ground and picked them up. Alas, they were all defeated, some of the pen tips were broken,

some were bald, woo hoo - but I couldn't make it in time. Too bad I have to color! I grabbed a pen and took action

and I felt that I had never been as decisive and agile as I was at this moment...

"The exam ends in five minutes!" the invigilator reminded kindly . Fortunately, I was almost done.

I speeded up. The examination room was very quiet, only the rustling sound of coloring could be heard. All the hard work paid off, I finally handed in my work before the end and walked out of the examination room confidently.

Not long after, I received the Level 6 certificate for comics. Holding the certificate, I think back to the CET-6 examination that made my heart beat fast, and think back to the extraordinary performance of 1 hour and 30 minutes. Moving with all kinds of tastes. 8. How to write the essay "Painting"

I like painting, not because it can intoxicate my temperament, but because it can bring me endless imagination, creation and happiness. For the sake of painting, I had a lot of troubles and encountered a lot of setbacks. I once thought about giving up, but the happiness I gained again and again made me persist.

One day, I went to my aunt’s house to play. As soon as I entered the door, I was attracted by a painting called "Peony Picture". "Wow! What a beautiful painting!" I couldn't help but sigh. The lines look so soft and delicate, and the colors are so evenly matched and vivid. Makes people feel the warmth of spring. I asked my aunt in surprise: "Aunt! Did you draw this? I want to draw it too!" My aunt smiled and said, "Well, do you like it? I put a lot of thought into it. If you also If you want to draw, just start with crayon drawings." I nodded and thought: Crayon drawings? Well, I'll just learn to draw with crayons. I will definitely show off my style. hehe! Once I had this thought, it never disappeared again. I have made up my mind!

Therefore, I fell in love with painting. Because of my love for painting, every time I go to art class and the teacher asks me to complete the homework, I complete it on time without delay. And every time I am praised by the art teacher and praised by my classmates. Every Saturday and Sunday, I still find some time to paint, and I paint for an entire afternoon. Although it was very tiring, I also gained a lot of happiness from it. As time went by, the art classes were no longer crayon drawing, but line drawing, abstract painting, science fiction painting... Each level is more difficult than the next level. I'm a little tired of painting and my interest is not strong anymore. This boring and monotonous learning method makes me bored. Plus, now that I'm a senior, I just focus on studying. The time for painting gradually decreased. I really want to give up, ugh...

One day, my aunt came to my house to play and saw a bunch of my paintings. She said excitedly: "Well! The paintings are not bad. I have a rich imagination. Although the painting It’s not very good, but you can use the color to make the painting more vivid and highlight the theme. If you persist, you will get better.” I suddenly realized, “Really. "?" My aunt said with a smile: "Of course, you don't want to give up halfway, right?" I smiled repentantly. My aunt seems to have hit my mark.

Yes, I can't give up like this. I have to remember what I said before, well, come on! So, I mustered up the courage again. Painting all year round, all year round. It’s true that “hard work pays off”! My paintings are getting better and better. I also specially made a painting album for myself, which contains all kinds of paintings. Every time I see those paintings, I can't help but express my excitement. At the same time, I also won many awards. In the painting exhibition competition held by the school, I won the Excellence Award. In the national fine art photography competition, I won the Bronze Award, etc. Although it is not a grand prize, I am very satisfied!

Although I have put in a lot of hard work and sweat for painting, I have gained more happiness from it. Now I have a special liking for painting. At the same time, I also learned a truth: No matter what difficulties you encounter, you must persevere. How can we exchange for the joy of success without going through a lot of hardships? 9. An essay about practicing hard-pen calligraphy for grade examination

I remember when I was in the first grade of elementary school, I often went to my grandma’s house to play and admire my grandpa’s calligraphy works. I was so envious that I couldn’t help but use them too. I gestured with my hands, and my mother encouraged me and said: "As long as you are interested, go back and write the words correctly, and you will definitely become a calligrapher in the future." Unexpectedly, this sentence was like a seed, falling into my heart. , took root deeply, and from then on I had an indissoluble bond with calligraphy. In order to practice good calligraphy, my mother bought me many copybooks, including hard pens, brushes, everything. At the beginning, I practiced basic strokes first, which I found quite interesting. After a long time, I found it boring, but when I saw my grandpa’s calligraphy works, I plucked up the courage again. I kept telling myself: I must persevere! My mother also encouraged me that if I can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry, I must lay a good foundation. After careful practice, my handwriting gradually made great progress. Later, I continued to look for patterns and sum up experience during practice: When practicing calligraphy, you should have no distracting thoughts in your mind and write every stroke and stroke carefully. After writing, compare it with the copybook model to see what you are dissatisfied with. Then write another one, paying attention to the problems with the previous character. Don't have the same problem with this character, so that I won't feel so tired when learning to write. My good calligraphy was praised by my parents. Later, practicing calligraphy has become an essential thing for me every day, and I do it almost every day. During the journey of learning calligraphy, I spent an hour at a stop. No matter how busy I was with my studies, I would take some time to feel its charm. It made me understand what it means to persevere to the end, and that only by studying hard, practicing hard, and persevering can I achieve success. Success. "Hard work pays off". In September last year, my calligraphy work won the first prize in the 6th "Art Star" National Children's Calligraphy Competition. I am proud of this, and it also strengthened my unremitting efforts. Confidence. Now that my calligraphy level has passed level four, I have secretly made up my mind to carry forward the cultural traditions of my motherland. Calligraphy can open our minds.

10. Painting essay for third graders

[Painting essay for third graders] Drawing essay for third graders I love drawing When I was a child, I saw my grandpa splashing ink and writing smoothly and in one go. Painting essay for third graders .Grandpa’s friend, a wonderful painting, not long after, a lifelike little animal appeared on the paper. At that time, a seed quietly sprouted in my heart - how good it would be if I could be so chic. The seed came to my grandfather again and again. Under the watering of the mother, it sprouted quietly, and grew stronger under the careful care of grandpa. Although it was a few simple strokes, it didn't look like anything at all. Under the care of grandpa, it was a kitten, that was a naughty puppy, that was Green mountains, that is green water... everything seems so extraordinary. In this way, I have an indissoluble bond with painting. When I am happy, the mountains and green water are green, and the sun is shining; when I am sad, the flowers and plants are in tears, and the grass and trees are shy; When I'm angry, I'm as angry as an ox, and my eyes are wide open... Just like this, painting changes different colors and shapes amidst my emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. The paintbrush is my life, and as it rises and falls, it writes my life. The world. Painting is like a compass that guides me in the direction, so that I no longer wander when I am confused; like my close friend, who comforts me when I am sad, so that I will no longer be sad or cry when I am sad; painting accompanies me through loneliness, To get through the darkness of silence, painting is indispensable in my life... When I was a child, I was young and ignorant, and I didn’t know what painting was. I just scribbled on paper at that time. It was my grandfather and his friends. The calligraphy and painting opened my eyes, and I hope that one day I can also draw such beautiful paintings. After I went to school, I officially came into contact with painting. My mother saw that I was hungry for knowledge, and she readily agreed to join the special painting class. In my free time in the kindergarten, , I also often draw. After I finish the drawing, I always show it to my teachers and parents for appreciation. I hope they can point out the shortcomings of the drawing and make corrections in time. "Third Grade Painting Essay". But I am even more eager. I have been praised and recognized by my teachers and parents. I hope to listen to the praises that I have heard countless times and enjoy my ears. Every time, the teacher will patiently listen to my introduction and insights on the painting, while smiling and nodding to point out the shortcomings of the painting. She also asked me to modify it a little and show it to her. I happily ran back to the classroom and worked hard to modify the picture according to the teacher's instructions. After some "tossing" on my part, the picture really improved a lot. After I modified it, the teacher always said In front of the whole class, I was praised for being humble and loving to learn, and my parents would also praise me as well as the teachers. This made me love painting even more. When I was a child, I always liked to paint. The art teacher plays house. The walls of my bedroom and study room are covered with colorful "landscape paintings" - kittens who love to draw, puppies who play house, little clumsy bears who like big meals, who love new things. The little girl in the clothes... Although my masterpiece is too "elegant", it certainly belongs to the kind of "freehand painting" - it is difficult for ordinary people to understand. But my father and mother did not scold me, but praised me for the beautiful painting and saving money for the family. I spent money to buy wallpaper. What makes me even more puzzled is that my father and mother still encourage me to continue painting, so what? One word is 'painting'. In this way, my drawings are also growing. I learned oil painting at the vocational education center during the winter and summer vacations of the first grade. I learned cartoon character painting at Century City in the second grade. I started painting by myself in the third grade. , I started learning Chinese painting in the fifth grade. It’s not just peonies that impress me in Chinese paintings. Peonies have a special kind of beauty. They are charming and graceful, and they all reflect the beauty of flowers and jade. I am a girl after all, so of course I resist. I can't resist the temptation of beauty, so I study peonies seriously. I hope that one day the graceful and graceful peonies will come out of my paintings. The proud and upright clear lotus, the noble quality of emerging from the mud but not stained is also my unremitting pursuit Pursuit, of course, there are also the proud mangosteens, the wintersweet smiling in the wind and facing the frost... all of them have become my unremitting portrayal. Painting, your breath infects me all the time, you are my invisible friend, we know each other and accompany me; I have spent eleven spring and autumn years; you are the invisible wings in my heart, riding on you I fly to the kingdom of dreams. The world depicted in the paintings is colorful, and that is the color of my life, which looks extremely dazzling under the sun.