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Ever since I got a box of crayons from a salesman, I started dreaming of becoming a young painter. I then told my granddaughter Ning Ning the story of the crayons.
After I got my favorite crayons, I first started to practice painting by scribbling on the back of an old exercise book.
Children in rural areas have been crawling and rolling in nature since they were young, and have been closely connected with nature. Every plant and tree in the mountains, rivers and ditches has long been integrated into their blood and engraved in their minds. Based on my usual observations, I fumbled to draw some mountains, forests, vegetation, cats and dogs.
A pile of paper was smeared on. The mountains, forests and vegetation looked somewhat similar, but the cats and dogs didn’t look alike no matter how I drew them. Watching my beloved crayons getting shorter and shorter, I have yet to draw an ideal picture. The disappointment and loss diluted the excitement and joy in my heart. I am not as confident in my dream of being a little painter. .
In that era, there were no art classes in primary schools. Children use crayons to color the illustrations in the textbooks mainly according to their own preferences.
Teacher Chen, who teaches Chinese classes, is a female educated youth who came to us from the city to go to the countryside. The school was short of teachers, so she came to teach for us. I often see Teacher Chen posting a blackboard newspaper on the outside wall of the school classroom. The Tiananmen painted is radiant, and the sunflowers painted are golden, just like the ones growing in the field.
One afternoon, when school was about to end, I took the whole class’s Chinese homework to Teacher Chen’s office. Teacher Xiao Chen dresses nicely and speaks in a nice voice. The classmates like her very much. Seeing that Teacher Chen was not busy at the moment, he plucked up the courage and said: "Teacher, I really like the Tiananmen Square you drew on the blackboard!" Can you teach me to draw? "
⺀Do you like drawing?" The teacher smiled and said to me:⺀But learning to draw is a slow process. School is almost over today. When I have some free time in class that day, I will teach you. "I quickly bowed to the teacher and thanked him!
A few days later, Teacher Chen called me to the office and patiently explained the basic knowledge about painting. He also gave me a pictorial and asked me to follow the pictures in the book. Practice painting.
From that day on, I realized that painting was not easy. It used to be called scribbling. I also learned some basic colors, including red, yellow and blue. Colors are all mixed with these three colors; I know that when drawing on paper, you need to use the shades of colors to distinguish the yin and yang sides, so that it looks three-dimensional; you know that things in the distance should be painted small, and things close up should be small. I also learned that the head, body and leg length of a person should be in proportion. People have rich expressions, which are also the most difficult to draw.
After Teacher Chen’s patient guidance, I passed a period of careful study. With practice, I gradually gained some insights into painting, and now my painting looks like it. On the morning of the Lunar New Year's Eve, I tore off the old red, blue and white colored paper posted last year on the window lattice of my upper room and replaced it with carefully painted plum blossoms , orchids and bamboo . My family said it was better than It was much brighter in previous years.
During the Chinese New Year, relatives came to visit and said that the window flowers were beautiful. They heard that I painted them, and they all praised me for my skill.
After hearing this, Ning Ning looked at it with envy. I said: ⺀I also want to learn painting well and go back to my hometown to paint window lattice during the Chinese New Year! "
Picture from Toutiao free gallery
