Lebensmitteltechnik
Thema drucken
21.10.2019 09:18
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love painting and painting in my father's note: "Xiao Qiong held the brush for the first time at the age of one and a half. I remember the day, my father finished the design and forgot to clean up the pen and paint. Little I staggered up and took the big brush with my tender little hand Cheap Cigarettes. I applied the color to the ground for the first time, applied it to my face, and applied it to my childish heart. Since then, The small brush and I have a close relationship, the friendship between us has deepened with the increase of the years. 12 spring and autumn have passed, the little brush has become my closest partner, no matter where I go, it is tight It was accompanied by me. I came to the beautiful Hangzhou, and the small brush looked up at the high Baoding Tower, and looked down at the West Lake, which is always suitable for the heavy makeup. I came to the Wuyi Mountain in Qingyi, and the small brush along with the small brush The bamboo poles rippling in the clear waters of the river to the great capital of Beijing, the small brush boarded the Great Wall, and the magnificent national scenery brush accompanied me across the river, and the small brush accompanied me to write down. Beautiful world. Last summer, I went to Lanzhou, a small brush I flew over Wuwei, Zhangye, Jiuquan, and Jiayuguan, and arrived at the Oriental Art Temple-Dunhuang Mogao Grotto. The small brush spans ten dynasties and circulates in the historical space Newport 100S. It sucks the milk of oriental culture. The story of the color deer; the scene of the Sakyamuni wise group of demons; the flying sky in various poses; the grotesque flower pattern, one by one, jumps into my eyes vividly, and shoots on the white paper. The thick draft is changed. One after another. The small brush does not work hard during the day, and the night I walked into the arms of Shahan��s mother. We ran barefoot! Shout! Jump! The sand in the sea Down��strings of solid and clear footprints. The hot sand sea smashed the heat into the heart and lungs through the feet, and I and the little brush were drunk in the sand and the small brush put the excited blush on my face. Turning over and squatting in the incomparable. The small brush makes the painting of the milking, painting! The long river, the round sun, the curved moon... paper, too big, beautiful scenery Too much too much! A gust of wind blew Marlboro Cigarettes, the pattern of the sand sea changed, Their giant paintings have also changed. The big river has become a mountain, the sun has become a satellite, the moon has turned into a disc... The scenery of the sand sea is so wonderful, how charming, how imaginative... the little brush for me Brought joy, brought excitement, brought laughter, my Dunhuang group paintings were exhibited, and won the prize. When I stood on the high podium, when I heard a burst of applause When the flashing lights flashed around, I couldn't help but pull up the hand of the small brush and gently said to it: "Thank you! Thank you! I have a tighter heart with the little brush |
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