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I picked up the brush, and it dragged me and jumped on the white paper.

For me, painting is probably an inseparable part of my life. I have never tried to live without painting. As long as it is a pen, it is a writing brush; As long as it is paper, it is manuscript paper full of my thoughts. So simple.

When did painting begin? I don't remember exactly. All I know is that when I was a child, my pet elf broadcast half the sky on TV. I like Pikachu's red face very much. I don't know why I have to draw it. I eat with dolls in my arms every day, and then imitate them on paper one by one. After painting, I felt so beautiful that I was busy showing it to adults. The evaluation is always good. Mom said, if you like it so much, I'll send you to school.

In this way, I began to formally contact painting.

Because I have an art class, I draw more than others, and naturally I draw better. I am always satisfied with my work and can't find any flaws. Show it to my classmates, and everyone is amazed. Some children timidly asked me to comment on their own works, and I did not hesitate to point out such mistakes to her. In fact, because they are good friends, the language has also eased. At that time, I thought, how could she draw so badly? It's not on my level.

Fortunately, all the paintings were preserved at that time, and everyone seemed to want to laugh. Two people's paintings can't tell the difference between good and bad, because they are all the same, even hers is a little better than mine.

But it was blind self-confidence that kept me going. I always insist.

My painting is getting better and better, even I can feel it soon. But this is fast, and it will take a year or two to find out. In grade one or two, I was angry because of the kindness given by my teacher. In the third and fourth grades, I gradually became an excellent student. Seeing that the classmates around me are still good, I have confidence. There is a feeling of being the best in the world (at home in class). People who want to paint appear and dare not neglect to meet everyone's needs. However, fewer and fewer people draw, because everyone thinks that this guy draws the same thing, and the posters and picture books are much better.

I don't believe it. It's not that I don't believe that the picture on the poster looks better. That is the reality. As I get older, I can already evaluate a painting. I can't bear to look at the crooked people in my pen. The proportion of body and hands is wrong.

So I began to observe the people around me, observing their movements, demeanor, words and deeds, and expressions. I read an article about Da Vinci, which said that Da Vinci could vividly draw the faces of people he had seen. I tried to do the same. The effect is obvious, and many bottlenecks have been successfully broken through. I was secretly happy for a long time.

Unfortunately, however, one day when I came home, my mother rummaged through my schoolbag and came up to me with a book. I panicked, and then my mother did the last thing I wanted her to do. She opened the book and read my notes. Well, lesson one is good, lesson two is good, and lesson three ... What's going on!

I drew all the characters and patterns. A complete book. I am speechless.

Painting is like a part of life. You can't throw it away if you want.

It was a beautiful day. As a result, my mother bought me a big sketch book.