The story composition I studied is about 400 words.

One day during the winter vacation, I was bored at home, so I went for a walk in the street. The streets are crowded with people and vehicles, and I am dazzled by the dazzling array of goods in various shops. Finally, I found a cross-stitch shop and opened the door curiously.

As soon as I entered the door, I was deeply attracted by the scene before me: the tiger on the cross stitch was lifelike, lifelike; Wintersweet seems to be flying in the snow. A waitress asked me, "Do you want to buy one for embroidery?" I subconsciously hesitated and said, "OK, give me a small one." "Ok, just a moment, please." The waiter turned to get the cross stitch, and I continued to look at these exquisite works.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to take out the cross stitch and hide in my small room. I carefully embroidered it against the above reference for fear of making mistakes. But there are unexpected storms, and God always tries his best to make me make mistakes. Under the repeated tests of heaven, I finally gave in and simply threw the cross-stitch aside and stopped embroidering.

Somehow, my mother knew about it. She called me to the living room and patiently asked me, "Do you know Wu Shuang, the daughter of New Xia Feng?" "Yes, it is in our Chinese book." "Then tell me why she can become an excellent dramatic actress?" "Because she has perseverance and perseverance, she is not afraid of suffering." I skillfully answered my mother's questions one by one, unaware of the hidden "mystery". Mom didn't speak, just stared at my eyes. At this time, I suddenly understood my mother's intention and brushed my face to the root of my neck. I ran into the room, took out the cross stitch and started stitch by stitch under the guidance of my mother.

"Cross-stitch is also an art. As long as you learn an art well, you will not be afraid of having no food when you grow up." This is what the waiter aunt told me. Under the guidance of my mother, I finished the cross stitch. When we went to mount it, the waiter aunt praised me for my good embroidery! Ask close questions

Is there anything in painting?

Chekhov once said: "Art is a kind of interest to achieve human unity. Combining art under the same emotion will enhance the happiness of individuals and human beings! " It can be seen how important art is, and I am proud that I can learn another art, that is calligraphy.

On the road of my life, there is a winding path, and this is my way of painting.

This road started when I was still in kindergarten, when I was about six or seven years old.

Because I was young at that time, I could only learn children's paintings.

At first, everything went well. The teacher is a great artist. She has published some books and magazines with personal exhibitions, and her name often appears in many art books. She is the famous teacher Xu Ye, who gave us a vivid lecture.

The only regret is that I left the classroom because my imagination was not rich enough and I couldn't think of anything to draw. At that time, I started studying for less than two years ... Guqin, deep and profound; Erhu makes people cry; Xiao, sad; Guzheng, feminine.

However, my favorite is the guzheng.

I like painting, and painting has a magical attraction to me.

It is like a magnet, which attracts me firmly.

Everything is the beginning! ...

Write a composition about how I practice hard. What setbacks have I encountered? Remarks: A sixth-grade student must write calligraphy, which is true feelings.

Having learned to hold a pen, we will begin to write.

"The teacher said," First of all, we should start with basic strokes.

"Because I just started to write calligraphy, I am still a little timid, so I 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 crooked words, I regret it a little. "I knew practicing calligraphy was so painful. I really shouldn't have asked my dad to give me calligraphy lessons. "

"The next day, I came to the calligraphy class. When I was ready 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 study.

"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. ...

My Road to Learning Arts 400-word Composition My Road to Learning Arts When I was a child, my mother wanted to train me to be an artist.

When I first entered primary school, my mother took me to the Children's Palace to enroll in classes. My mother let me make my own choices. I looked, and there was nothing I liked, so we went home disappointed.

Slowly, things dragged on like this until I was in the third grade.

A few years later, the school organized an interest class, and I was selected into the "printmaking" class.

Printmaking is also an art. After listening to it, my mother immediately prepared materials for me. I thought it was interesting, so I agreed.

Prints should be drawn first, then finalized and finally printed.

At first, I thought it was easy to draw a draft. I drew it three times, five times and twice, and then I went to show it to the teacher. At first, the teacher said that my painting was too complicated and difficult to engrave, so I corrected it immediately. After the change, the teacher said that the painting was too simple, and I changed it again, but in the end, the teacher still said no, and I tore up the draft when I got back.

My mother asked me what happened, so I gave it to her. After she said it, she found some information for me to see and let me continue to work hard.

Finally, the draft was completed. I should be rigid. When I am stiff, I should use a meat cleaver. The teacher urged us to be careful, but I still hurt my hand because of my poor skills. I said I wouldn't learn anything. Finally, with the encouragement of my parents, I went to learn.

I crustily skin of head carved the board, after all, the bride got into the sedan chair-for the first time, I carved the board badly.

I want to rub it again. Maybe I put too much ink. I can't see all the pictures after printing. I printed another copy. This one is much better than that one. The teacher also praised me and said that I had made progress.

I am very happy, because I finally managed to do it.

Later, I made progress again and again, and our work was framed by the teacher.

Although I no longer study printmaking, I will never forget my first success.

I had a strange feeling when I mentioned the piano in my composition.

That's because, on my way to study art, because of it, I have tasted the ups and downs, what is hardship.

In the second and third grade, I fell in love with the piano at first sight and started my career as an artist.

I practice for an hour every day. When others are having fun outside, they all respond to my sad piano sound, which is a kind of torture.

But I can't help it. That was my first choice, and my heart has been sour.

On the way of learning art, there is a person who plays an important role, mom.

It's a person. There are times when I get bored. I finally broke out, but my mother succeeded in stopping me. For this reason, I suppressed a lot of emotions in my heart. Who can I talk to? Everyone has an impulse to learn after hearing my beautiful piano sound.

I have a lot of feelings in my heart, learning? A simple word, but they don't know how many hard processes there are behind the word "learning". Who can understand it? It's easier said than done.

When I was very young, my father often listened to some piano music for me, so I became interested in piano.

One day, I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to learn piano.

"Mom said," Will you study hard? ""yes! " I answered without hesitation.

Mother pondered for a while and said, "Good! I will buy you a piano tomorrow, but you can't give up halfway.

The next day, I came home from school and saw a brand-new piano in my room. I was so happy that I couldn't wait to play.

My mother said to me, "Kim, I hired a piano teacher for you, and then I will go to the teacher's house to learn piano on Saturday and Sunday."

"Saturday arrived and I came to the teacher's house. The first lesson the teacher gave me was to practice fingering.

Learning piano is not as simple as I thought. I thought everything would be fine as long as the seven sounds of duo, lai, mi, fa, suo, la were played.

Now I know that I should not only learn these seven sounds, but also know the staff and master the rhythm.

With my efforts, I finally mastered some basic skills, such as fingering, and began to play some simple songs.

Soon, I knew how to play these songs, but they were so ugly that everyone who listened said, "Do you have bullfrogs at home?" But I didn't give up. I play for two to three hours every day.

However, my piano skills have not improved much.

At this time, I regretted why I had to learn the piano. The teacher seems to have read my mind. He said to me, "Don't give up. Success belongs to the persevering. As long as you continue to work hard, you will definitely play well in the future! " Under the guidance of my teacher, I learned a lot of songs.

I will continue to improve my piano skills so that everyone can enjoy my piano sound.

I grew up in the art of composing music. I like painting, not because it can intoxicate my temperament, but because it can bring me endless imagination, creation and happiness.

For painting, I had a lot of troubles, encountered many setbacks, and once thought about giving up until I persisted because of the joy of harvesting again and again.

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 Map.

"wow! What a beautiful painting! " I can't help sighing.

How delicate the lines look and how uniform and vivid the colors are.

Let people feel the warmth of spring.

I asked my aunt in surprise: "Aunt! Did you draw it? I also want to paint! " Aunt smiled and said, "Well, do you like it? I put a lot of thought into it.

If you want to draw, start with crayon drawing.

"I nodded and thought: crayon drawing? Well, I'm going to learn crayon drawing.

I will definitely come up with a style.

Ha ha! This idea of mine has never disappeared.

I have made up my mind! So, I like painting.

Because of my love of painting, I finish my homework on time every time I come to art class and never delay.

And it will be praised by art teachers and classmates every time.

Every Saturday and Sunday, I will squeeze out some time to paint, and one painting is an afternoon.

Although I am very tired, I have gained a lot of happiness for this.

After a long time, art class is no longer crayon drawing, but line drawing, abstract painting and science fiction painting.

Level one is more difficult than level one.

I'm a little tired of painting, and I'm no longer interested.

This boring and monotonous way of learning makes me very tired.

Plus, I'm a senior, just focusing on my studies.

The time for painting is gradually decreasing.

I really want to give up. Well, one day, my aunt came to my house to play and saw a bunch of my paintings. She said excitedly, "Well! Not bad.

Rich imagination, although the painting is not so good, we can make the painting more prominent, vivid and prominent in color.

Added a bright stroke to the work.

Perseverance will make you draw better.

"I suddenly realized and said," Really? " Aunt smiled and said, "Of course, you don't want to give up halfway, do you?" I smiled regretfully.

Aunt's words seem to hit the nail on the head.

Yes, I can't just give up. I want to remember what I said before. All right, come on! So, I got up my courage again.

Painting all year round.

What a "hard work pays off"! My painting is getting better and better.

I also specially made a collection of paintings for myself, which contains all kinds of paintings.

Every time I see those paintings, I can't help showing my excitement.

At the same time, I also won many awards. Won the Excellence Award in the art exhibition competition held by our school, won the bronze award in the national art photography competition and so on.

Although it is not a grand prize, I am also very satisfied! For painting, although I have paid a lot of hard work and sweat, I have gained more happiness. 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 stick to it.

How can you get the joy of success without going through some hardships? Life is like a five-flavor bottle, full of joys and sorrows of life. It is precisely because of these "colors" that our "painting of life" can be more perfect and become a beautiful landscape in life.

This matter has to start when I was eight years old, because I have great feelings about it.

At the age of eight, I "studied under" my teacher and went to Wenxing Musical Instrument Store to learn to play the pipa. A teacher named Zheng taught me to play the pipa.

At that time, I was the youngest among many "disciples" who studied pipa in a musical instrument store. I still can't hold the pipa steady. I put it on my thigh and almost slipped down.

In this way, when I was a child, I practiced the basic skills every day: "playing", "picking" and "sweeping" ... At first, I was full of novelty and curiosity, and I was very excited to practice the piano every day, but gradually, I got tired of it and felt that practicing the piano was too boring.

Fortunately, my mother, who "sparring" every day, enlightened me: "Xiao Bing, you can't do anything halfway, otherwise your previous efforts will be in vain?" Listen to your mother, practice hard and get through the most boring period, and you will like it more and more.

"yes! Never give up halfway. Isn't that what teachers always say? So, I regrouped and began to learn pipa. Next, I will learn etudes. I didn't expect to use all the basic skills I learned before. I really thank my mother from the bottom of my heart She enlightened me and got me back on the starting line.

At the same time, I deeply realized how helpful it is to my piano practice.

When I was eleven years old, Mr. Zheng was transferred to other places because of his work, so I changed to a new teacher. This teacher graduated from China Conservatory of Music. I heard that none of the students she teaches will fail.

This teacher is very strict with me.

Every time she teaches me to play music, even a voice, she wants me to pass all the tests. Every time I learn to play the pipa, I practice backache. However, in order to succeed, how can I give up? I remember last year when my teacher taught me to play the ninth grade Spring Rain, there were only a few notes. When playing, I have to "do both" with five fingers of my left hand.

This is terrible for the thumb who doesn't usually "fight"! Because I am afraid of pain, I am always timid, and the disappointing "Jin Doudou" falls from time to time in my eyes. When Yan Shi saw me like this, he immediately turned his back and said to me earnestly, "Zhan Bing, I have taught several students before. They are all just like you, and they are afraid to practice these sounds every time.

However, the teacher tells you that as long as you overcome the difficulties through your own efforts, the teacher believes that you will succeed.

Hearing this, I nodded my head.

So every time I practice these sounds, I will grit my teeth and get through it. This is how the cocoon on my left thumb came out.

Finally, relying on my own efforts and the expectations of my teachers and parents, I played this song "Spring Rain" in an instrument competition in the winter vacation and won the first prize! Standing on the podium, I was in high spirits with the award certificate.

In fact, life is like a cup of coffee with strong aroma. Every taste is always bitter at first, and then it becomes sweet and memorable.

Ah! Thanks for life! It is life that has taught me that I study art. ...

Sixth grade composition 1000 words. Thank you. Several years ago, I lived with my brother.

My brother is good at making clay sculptures.

The clay sculpture he made looked lifelike, and slowly, a wish came to my mind-I want to make beautiful clay sculptures like my brother.

From then on, I began my journey of clay sculpture.

In the future, whenever my brother wants to make clay sculptures, I will hide in the corner and learn secretly-while watching my brother do it, I will carefully imitate it with flower mud and art knife in my hand.

At first, it seemed that everything was not going well. Whenever I show my masterpiece to my brother, he always smiles and says that what I do is "four unlike".

After several times, I never dared to show him my work again, so I bought a book made of clay sculpture with my pocket money and studied hard in my room all day.

I try to make clay sculptures.

In the hot summer, I make clay sculptures in my room, and I don't want to wipe the sweat on my forehead. The utility knife cut my finger, so I put on a band-aid and continued to do it. I will never lose heart when I do bad things. I will do it again with a new piece of flower mud ... At first, I encountered many difficulties and failed many times, but every time I look at my unsuccessful works, I will seriously think and gain new experiences and lessons.

Day after day, my experience is getting richer and richer, my clay sculpture skills are becoming more and more skilled, and the works on my desk are becoming more and more vivid.

Now, clay sculpture has become a hobby that I can't give up, and it has also become my specialty.

Seeing my work, my brother never laughed at me again. On the contrary, he praised me.

One day during the winter vacation, I was bored at home and went shopping.

The streets are crowded with people and vehicles, and I am dazzled by the dazzling array of goods in various shops.

Finally, I found a cross-stitch shop and opened the door curiously.

As soon as I entered the door, I was deeply attracted by the scene before me: the tiger on the cross stitch was lifelike, lifelike; Wintersweet seems to be flying in the snow.

A waitress asked me, "Do you want to buy one for embroidery?" I subconsciously hesitated and said, "OK, give me a small one."

""OK, just a moment, please.

"The waiter turned to get the cross stitch. As for me, I continued to look at these exquisite works.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to take out the cross stitch and hide in my small room. I carefully embroidered it against the above reference for fear of making mistakes.

But there are unexpected storms, and God always tries his best to make me make mistakes.

Under the repeated tests of heaven, I finally gave in and simply threw the cross-stitch aside and stopped embroidering.

Somehow, my mother knew about it. She called me to the living room and patiently asked me, "Do you know Wu Shuang, the daughter of New Xia Feng?" "Yes, we have it in our Chinese book.

""Then tell me why she can become an outstanding dramatic actress? " "Because she has perseverance, perseverance and is not afraid of hardship.

"I skillfully answered my mother's questions one by one, unaware of the hidden" mystery "inside.

Mom didn't speak, just stared at my eyes.

At this time, I suddenly understood my mother's intention and brushed my face to the root of my neck. I ran into the room, took out the cross stitch and started stitch by stitch under the guidance of my mother.

"Cross-stitch is also an art. As long as you learn an art well, you will not be afraid of having no food when you grow up.

"This is the waiter aunt told me.

Under the guidance of my mother, I finished the cross stitch. When we went to mount it, the waiter aunt praised me for my good embroidery.

Is there a composition about the process of learning art? A: Fine arts majors can. ) but if it's my own, ... today is Tuesday, and my mother took my brother and me to learn pottery together in the evening.

When I arrived at the studio, I saw a large piece of clay on the big board table. All the students were here, and my brother and I immediately sat in our seats.

When we started making pottery, the teacher told us, "Today, we will learn to make dinosaurs, and every part should be meticulous and lifelike." .

"Say that finish, the teacher took out dinosaur information and chose one to do for us. After a while, the teacher gently said to everyone, "I'll make a stegosaurus for everyone to see: first, wrap the newspaper into a ball, then press the soil into pancakes, and finally wrap the newspaper in the soil, leaving two holes in the front and back, pinching the head and tail, and then pinching the feet below ..." My brother and I listened carefully.

I want to be stegosaurus, and my brother wants to be duck-billed dragon. When he started to be a dinosaur, he couldn't do it well. As soon as I saw it, I helped my brother while being my own dinosaur, but my brother was impatient. If you can't do it well, say, "Forget it, I'll be a long-necked dragon."

"I do it with my younger brother, and I told him," First do the body as the teacher says, and then do the head and tail with my sister.

"Sure enough, he did as the teacher said. I praised him for being great. He smiled and said nothing.

Then I asked him to do it with me.

My brother always pinches his head too sharply and makes it look like a tail, but I think: this time can't be wasted, just be a tail.

So I pinched it to the tail.

But we didn't give up doing hair. I asked him to do it again. He made a tail like last time. So, when I removed the tip, it became a round head. I told my brother that he could pinch it, so he did.

I felt that there were only feet left, and I encouraged him. Brother smiles sweetly! Finally, we pinched the pillar-like feet for the teacher to see. The teacher said, "Well done, work hard!" "Going home at night, my mother praised us for helping each other.

...

Chess has a magical attraction to me in the process of learning.

At the age of five, I had an indissoluble bond with chess.

When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house and often went to my uncle's house to play. I see him playing chess with others every time I go.

Over time, curiosity came to my mind, and I followed my uncle and shouted, "First shot! Vault! Get out! Arch pawn! " One day, my uncle asked me if I wanted to learn chess. I am overjoyed and worried that no one will teach me! Because I was used to watching my uncle play chess, I quickly learned to play chess.

My uncle is going out for a period of time, and when he leaves, he gives me a task: playing chess with myself, so that I can find my own shortcomings.

At first, I was dubious. I tried several sets and found that I couldn't keep up with the shortcomings of the veteran. I don't know where I flew. Then I suddenly realized.

The door rang and my uncle finally came back. I jumped out like a little monkey and clamored for my uncle to play chess with me. My uncle has to agree.

When the guns of war sounded, I was serious and cautious; My uncle is drinking saliva for a while and playing with his mobile phone for a while ... "General!" Ah! I didn't notice his car! It is broken. what can I do? I'm like an ant on hot bricks.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, I left the sergeant and ate my uncle's car, but the general was opposite. My uncle beheaded me as a veteran, and I was completely wiped out.

My uncle smiled: "What? You stink! " I haven't turned the corner yet: "Uncle, what are you doing? Have fun! " " ...

Please indicate the source? The story composition I studied is about 400 words.