In the first semester of the first year of junior high school, the art teacher asked each student to draw a picture and hand it in, and she wanted to select the best pictures to paste on the blackboard newspaper, and she would participate in the city's primary and secondary school students' art exhibition.

Ya saw a picture of a hundred cranes in a newspaper at home, and those cranes were either looking up to the sky and singing, or bowing their heads or fluttering their wings, and Ya liked this painting very much. She took out a white drawing the size of a large workbook, traced it with a pencil, and then dipped the brush in ink to outline it, and the tips of the crane's wings and feet were black, and she dipped them in black ink.

After drawing the whole picture of the crane, she used a brush to frame the drawing. Her hand didn't shake at all, and she drew the frame line steadily, as straight as if she had drawn it with a ruler. In the end, she used a brush to write the words "Hundred Cranes", which was as beautiful and powerful as in the newspaper. This "Hundred Cranes" was pasted in the first place on the blackboard, and later the art teacher took the painting to the city to participate in the art exhibition.

At that time, Ya demanded that no matter what she did, she would do her best. She once saw a story in a magazine about a high school boy who was poor but did well in his studies. The author says that he saw the boys dressed neatly all day, but they wore the same clothes every day. Later, I learned that the boy only had that neat-looking outfit. Every night after school, he went to swim in a river near his home, washed his clothes and dried them on the beach, and then put them on when they dried.

The light bulb in the boy's house was so dim that he couldn't read the words in the book. So the boy went to bed early, he didn't really sleep, but showed the content of the teacher's lecture during the day in his mind, and if he couldn't remember the knowledge points, he got up and flipped through the book the next morning. The boy mainly seized the time in class, and he tried to understand and memorize every word of the teacher. In this way, the boys' academic performance has always been at the top of their class. Yaya learns the boy's method and asks for quality from the class. After class, she can recall the teacher's lecture from beginning to end.

Ya felt that life at that time was so full and high-spirited, and she practiced calligraphy and memorized every morning when she got up. After school in the evening, the sunset spreads all over the western sky, looking at the warm and unrestrained colorful clouds, Ya has the feeling of stratus swaying her heart, she thinks of a hero, thinking of the ambition of Lingyun since childhood, and can't help but boil with enthusiasm. The sunset reflected her cheeks, and her resolute gaze deepened......

In the mid-term exam, Ya's grades were the first in the grade. The head teacher asked Ya to write the report card with a brush on a large piece of red paper and paste it in the classroom. The students are envious of Ya's good handwriting, and the head teacher is even more

He said to Ya, "Your calligraphy is so good!" Much better than I wrote. ”

When she arrived in high school, Ya joined an art interest group and had an art teacher to tutor her.

Ya spends most of her evenings drawing, mainly sketching, and she bought sketchbooks on her eyebrows, eyes, nose and other facial features to practice.

As she painted, Ya felt that the air seemed to be stagnant, and her heart became very still, as if it had sunk to the bottom of the sea, and the flow of time could not disturb her. Wanting to reproduce a thing perfectly and realistically has become Ya's great wish. The dense lines poured out like lines of text under her pen.

If possible, Ya Hope sits under the vines, lies on the round stone table, spreads out the plain paper, holds the pen and pours out his heart, and lets his heart flow out like a spring. The breeze brushed her cheeks, and the sun shone through the dappled leaves on her quiet body. Her silhouette is a beautiful painting, and if someone takes a picture of this quiet and beautiful picture, she will use the brush in her hand to freeze the photo into an eternal painting. Her tranquil face, soft gaze, and beautiful handwriting...... Yes! When the painting is finished, she will place it on the bookcase or hang it next to the curtain. The curtains should be designed in two layers, and the one close to the window pane should be as thin as a cicada's wings, like the blue of a lake or as pale blue as the sky. The evening breeze lifts the curtains, and the curtains blow across the portrait, which is another picture of relaxation......

A female classmate in Ya's elementary school, in the year of graduation, gave Ya a self-painted big painting of a lady. This makes Yada, who has always wanted to draw a good picture of a lady, like a treasure. Thinking about that painting now, Ya thought it was quite naïve, but at the time she thought it was excellent.

That female classmate, after graduating from junior high school, was admitted to a vocational high school, studying art. After graduating from high school, the female student was admitted to a local university, and she still majored in art. Ya had visited the university, and in one of the hallways of the school, she saw an oil self-portrait drawn by the female classmate on the wall.

The dark-skinned, dark-skinned girl, with big eyes like black Portugal, and a dark and deep light, sat quietly in a chair, her eyes fixed on you, and her eyes seemed to turn with your movements. Ya stared at the painting, and a Mona Lisa's smile appeared in front of her eyes......

When you see this quiet painting when you are impetuous, you are like running around in the scorching sun and suddenly in the deep woods, the coolness immediately wiped the sweat on your forehead, you are like a smoke in your throat and eyes suddenly eat cream ice cream into the stomach......

After her son was sent to kindergarten, Ya painted every day in a nearby studio, and she was immersed in the peace of painting, and she felt that time was as fast as flowing water.

When the Ming Dynasty was in full swing, he sent his son to kindergarten, and suddenly the sky was already dark, and a painting was not finished. Leaving with regrets, on the way, I was still thinking about how to deal with the picture to be more perfect.

After the paintings are finished, they are hung in the studio, and the guests can choose and sell, and Ya only gets a meager manual fee. When the painting was packed and taken away by the customer, Ya's heart was also raised, and a thick reluctance and heartache permeated his heart, and every stroke of the painting condensed Ya's hard work...... Ya also wanted to collect the paintings she had painted and pile them up in a small room or in a large bookcase. When he was in his spare time, wouldn't it be nice to open and enjoy and play with him one by one?

Ya hopes that her daughter and son will learn to draw from an early age, because there are many benefits for children from elementary school. My daughter and son also like to draw very much, but they can't sit still after painting a picture, so they have to get up and play something else.

Ya once saw an entire wall of oil painting in an art exhibition room in his hometown, and it gave people a strong visual impact. How long will it take to finish the intense fiery colors that spread over the picture?

There is also a Chinese painting, which should be a Gongbi Dazhongtang painting. A descending tiger is lifelike, and the tiger hair is like real hair, and admiration wells up in Ya's heart......

From the perspective of Chinese painting and oil painting, the former uses concise colors, while the latter is extremely rich in colors, so the sense of form expressed is completely different. 

Chinese painting pays attention to white space, the blank space of the picture is a part of the picture, a leaf, a few stamens, constitute a painting, but the blank space is also very particular, which has a lot to do with the composition. But oil paintings, not only are the colors gorgeous, but also the picture is filled, giving people a sense of caution and heaviness. 

The biggest difference between Chinese painting and oil painting lies in the presence or absence of inscriptions and inscriptions. Since ancient times, Chinese calligraphy and painting have the same origin, which shows that writing is very important and indispensable for Chinese painting. In Chinese painting, the connotation and significance of the inscription and inscription to the picture are much higher than the painting itself, and sometimes it is an explanation of the picture, which plays the role of the finishing touch, presenting a harmonious beauty, which can be described as very interesting. This is not found in oil paintings. 

Chinese painting does not pay attention to perspective, oil painting pays great attention to perspective, which is to express three-dimensional objects on a flat surface. Western painting strives to resemble the real thing, so it pays great attention to perspective. 

Chinese paintings do not have a heavy background, for example, painting plum blossoms, one hanging in the air, surrounded by white paper. Drawing a figure, a person hangs in the air, as if riding a cloud. Therefore, the paper of Chinese painting leaves a lot of blank space. A long strip of paper, with a vegetable or a stone drawn underneath, becomes a vertical banner. This is not the case with oil paintings, where everything must have a background, such as an object, where the background is a table. 

Although there are differences between Chinese and Western cultures, all paintings have their similarities. In terms of content, both China and the West are expressions of the subject to the object. Even though the West pays attention to reality, it attaches great importance to form and spirit in the ideology of the picture, which coincides with Chinese painting. Whether it is Chinese painting or Western painting, the form and spirit of the picture are all present. It's just that Chinese painting is a kind of leisurely with charm, while the West is dignified with leisure.

Ya usually goes to the street and likes to look up at the sky. The sky is like an ever-changing screen, and it is more like a colorful painting. Ya fantasized that one day she would be able to carry her painting folder on her back and come to a vast grassland to paint the beauty of the sky.

How many mornings, Ya rode a motorcycle to send her two children to school. The sky was intoxicatingly beautiful, and her gaze was drawn deep into the early morning clouds......

The sky is stunningly blue! This blue is rare on weekdays, between azure blue and azure blue. The white clouds move leisurely in the air in various postures, spreading out like cotton wool. Some of these cotton wools are like rolling mountains far away; Some are like the waves of the sea, and the waves are splashing everywhere; Some are like dancing tulle, hazy; Some are like smoke rising and rising; Some are like huge fish bones, revealing a strange row of beauty......

The clouds were white and shiny, but the clouds near the sun were huge ink clouds, like deep seabeds. The sun is no longer round, it is blocked by dark clouds and overflows with molten lava. This golden light poured out from the gaps in the ink clouds, and it only brought out the grandeur of the sun.

The ink clouds are surrounded by a lake of golden molten lava, why is the sun so beautiful that it is blocked. The white clouds are vast in the sky, perhaps because they can't see the white clouds in the distance. There may be someone in that place who stopped and looked up like Ya and was amazed.

Dropping the child off at school, Ya turned around and went to work. She still kept looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, and the feeling that the sky was so beautiful filled her heart. God has painted such a magnificent picture in the sky, so that all beings can look up and see the wonder of the sky, and look down to enjoy the pleasures of the world......