The detailed description of the painting should be about 600 words.

1. A 600-word essay about painting

Life-Painting

I used the dye of life to draw more than one piece of paper on my own white paper. The beautiful picture and the dream of life should be spent with the hazy blue. I smiled slightly and added a blue background to this white paper.

There is always a concept of life. The depth of persistence supports it so that the mentality will never be infected by evil colors, so it should be the depth of black, supporting the frame of life.

The mentality of life is the foreshadowing in this painting , outstanding paintings and failed paintings are all defined by this. Some people's mentality is too complicated, and they have a mentality that should and shouldn't be. They can't give up everything, and the result is a failed painting, which is superfluous and has a color of rhetoric and ridicule. , the fragile paper was torn by the gloomy mentality of their people; some people were confused, and when they were about to wind up, they only had time to leave a trace of wandering on the paper, and even before they had time to put down the pen, I took a deep breath The tone and mentality of life should be simple and optimistic, belonging to pure white and Yangguan colors. Carrying them on the road of life, drawing the most dazzling light and color,

The ups and downs of life are just like Like a threshold, you always have to face it and cross it, no matter how short it is or how high it is. I drew a circle of undulating dark purple on the periphery of the mentality, and added a few hints of green there. , Green is regeneration and renewal. After passing through the ups and downs of life, what you gain is the firmness and confidence that ordinary people do not have.

The hope of life is the end of this painting. Hope is written in silver gray in the middle of the mentality. No matter how small the success rate is, as long as there is a little hope, a glimmer of hope. Hope is flickering, so you can't give up, because the power of hope is eternal. It will burst out with a power called miracle, destroy all the haze, and let you reach the end of success.

In the full world The mentality of hope is surrounded by confusion, but as long as there is a trace of firm belief in the confusion, you will break out of this surrounding dark purple and find your own ideas. Because of the depth, you have your ideals.

I control my own life and draw the most perfect painting.

Life_Painting 2. A 600-word composition about painting for sixth grade

"Loving art does not mean understanding art, and understanding art does not mean knowing art. Art is not imitation, but It is detachment and creation.

It requires people to devote themselves to it and treat it as a fascinating lover. "I have had a special emotion towards painting since I was a child.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother asked me what I wanted to learn, and I said without hesitation: "I want to learn painting." From then on, I have an indissoluble bond with painting. .

Painting not only brings me fun, but also brings me the comfort of a good friend. When I am happy, I use colored pens to draw my joy; when I am unhappy, I use paint to draw my troubles.

Painting has become an indispensable part of my life. Painting has a unique charm.

I like sketching and Chinese painting very much. Among the painting methods I have learned, the most mysterious to me is Chinese painting.

With simple water, ink, pen and rice paper, you can draw not only flowers, birds, landscapes, but also animals and people. A soft brush, combined with the shades of ink, can express thousands of worlds. Not only can it be tangible, but it can also give people a spiritual feeling.

What’s even more amazing is that the ink and paint painted on the paper will not fade when exposed to water. Chinese painting is truly a treasure of our country.

Chinese painting is not only beautiful, but its painting methods are also diverse and changeable. For example, with one stroke of two colors, you can dip the tip of the brush into two colors of different shades. By controlling the angle and strength of the pen, you can draw paintings with different moods, and the resulting paintings will have a strong three-dimensional feel.

Among the meticulous paintings, there is a kind of painting that I can’t explain why. I have had a special affection for drawing paper since I was a child. I also like painting very much, including traditional Chinese painting, cartoons, sketches, gouache, comics... I can draw them all. Handy.

You must have a sincere love for painting! I love the snow-white painting paper, the black outline pen, and the ever-changing colors... When painting traditional Chinese paintings, I hold a big brush in my hand, quickly dip a few colors in it, and wave it "coolly" The pen is dyed on the paper a few times (of course to see the shape), then dipped in ink, "dance" on the paper for a while, and then "coolly" throw the pen into the pen holder, and a picture is drawn It's done, it's so delicate and beautiful, like a fairy, with light paper and light brushstrokes, every stroke is penetrating, it's really beautiful! Looking at cartoons, I almost always draw single (or double) paintings that are beautiful and romantic.

Such a large piece of paper has become lifelike after being "transformed" by the outlining pen in my hand. Appreciating my "work", I can't help but smile at the corner of my mouth. I will continue to work hard. , draw every picture in my life and compose my beautiful future. 3. Write an article of about 600 words about the joy of drawing

(1) Time is like running water. Time flies by. In the blink of an eye, I changed from the playful and mischievous self in childhood to a sensible and sensible person. A considerate girl, but what never changes are my worries and pressures. I am a girl who can only do some boring reveries in my head. Only by letting me freely let my imagination run wild can I relieve my worries. Therefore, I fell in love with painting. I wanted to paint everything I remembered, let my imagination fly, and my paintbrush flew.

Only in this way can I, a girl full of random thoughts, freely use my imagination. Only in this way can I satisfy my inner thoughts and put aside my worries. It doesn’t matter if I don’t draw well, but I can always get fun, sadness, and many different moods from painting. As time went by, and as my love for painting never faded away, I finally got to the point where I could participate in a brush competition. Every year at the Art Festival, there was a brush competition. The teacher always asked me to design drawing paper, and I also worked with Several other students teamed up to participate in the competition and completed their works, and finally won the Excellence Award.

Painting has become my best friend. It selflessly contributes to my happiness, even though I always feel pain from it, even though I always paint it, even though I always paint it. I made it dirty, but we were always inseparable. I took it with me when I went to school, I held it when I was out of class, I touched it when I was out of school... But there are no endless friends, there are Once, when I opened my picture album again, I found that I had used it up. My eyes suddenly became wet, recalling the good times I had with this friend, and that I might never be able to let this best friend make me happy again in the future. When my mother saw me crying, she immediately went out and bought me a more noble, useful and beautiful picture album. I made another friend, but I also often visit the old friends who were inseparable from before, and maybe I will make several more friends. I am a new friend, but I believe our friendship will never break up.

Painting brings me endless fun. I hope that all friends who love painting can cherish this partner... (2) Painting can draw a person’s mood and life. Every little bit, paints a picture of a person's life. Painting not only cultivates one's moral character, improves one's taste, but also cultivates patience and aesthetics.

I remember that when I was in kindergarten, I loved drawing. Every time there was an art class, I was very energetic that day. Every time the teacher hangs her painting on the blackboard, the students will draw it according to its appearance, but I don't. I draw it with a deep love for painting.

As a result, the teacher always praised me in front of the whole class for drawing more superbly than her, and praised me so much that I almost flew to the sky. At that time, I was very excited and excited! I feel happy.

I like drawing dragons very much. At a grandpa’s birthday party, I drew two dragons and gave them to my grandpa. It took me an hour to complete the work. When my grandpa saw it, he laughed heartily. I was so happy from ear to ear. She praised me as a good and filial granddaughter. I was so happy! Later, I also painted a lot, and even participated in a school competition and won the second prize. Among them, I found that painting can cultivate people's imagination, memory, observation, expression and creativity.

A very good art teacher told me: "The works you drew are very good, but you have to keep working hard. It is best to draw the objects and people as if they were real, that will be better!" I happily said: "Yes, thank you teacher.

"I think there are many benefits of painting. I feel like painting can also relax you. When you feel stressed, irritable or angry, you can sit down and paint. After a while, you will find out after you finish painting. Your emotions are no longer so impetuous and depressed.

And when you are lonely, painting is like my friend, communicating with my heart and enjoying the beauty of life. She brings joy to me and adds infinite color to my life. She is like a friend who solves my problems and is my good teacher and helpful friend! (3) Some people like to draw, and the mountains painted with ink are so majestic; Some people like oil paintings, and the forest paths painted with oil paint are so quiet.

What do I like? Layers of green ink or light colors, splashed randomly, are a beautiful painting. Which one do you prefer? I think it’s Impressionism.

Look, doesn’t this casually drawn pentagon also depict a picture of life? . Yes, I can't, I can't draw a true image of it.

But I can also draw a random picture with the pen of life in my hand. A random pentagon, I was surprised at how it accurately expressed my character and truly revealed the atmosphere of my life.

This short side is just like my student days. , short, powerful, and full of vitality. On this line, I saw the days of struggle that have passed, and the days of hard work that are coming, and I also see the joy and pain of youth. Looking at this line, it is also not long! It is full of caution and high spirits. This is my blueprint for the future.

Here I see firm belief, tenacious will and hard work. A long and firm line, as stable as a mountain, as solid as a rock.

This is probably my contribution to society and the great achievements I have made! Here, a calm and gentle person is smiling at me. . What kind of line is this? It exudes joy and golden light.

I seem to see an old man sitting in a chair, tasting the delicacies of Byron's poems. Indulging in the fine wine of Schubert's music, enjoying the comfort. This is my twilight life.

The last stroke, turning to the end---no, that is another one. The starting point. Life has passed away, but the value of life still exists, and it has returned to the great life of the universe... My brush is in my hands, and I can draw the spectrum of life at will, and let me use it throughout my life. Compose a moving song.

Give it a try and paint a piece of the world with the brush in your hand and your efforts and enthusiasm.

4. My favorite painting art composition is about 600 words

Wonderful art - painting I once saw such a sentence - "Wonderful music makes people endlessly memorable; outstanding paintings make people forget everything." "I can't get enough of it." Yes, art has magical charm, which attracts everyone who is interested in it. Everyone knows that art has many forms of expression, and painting is one of them. And I am a loyal fan. When I was a child, I seemed to have an indissoluble bond with painting. When I was in first grade, besides sports, I liked painting the most. I could do what I like: painting. Every time When the teacher assigns homework, I will try my best to complete it. Even if I lose some time to play, I am willing to do so. However, every time the reply is "Excellent". This makes my heart shocked and happy. Maybe, it is At that time, the seeds of art were planted in my heart, and my painting talent and potential were discovered. Since then, I have become more and more fond of painting, and often take some time and energy to study, which makes my painting My skills gradually improved. Until one time, my hard work gave me the joy of harvest, which further inspired my motivation for painting. It was a Friday evening, and I suddenly received a notice from my teacher to publish a reading poster. I asked for 2-inch paper. I accepted the task gladly. I was very excited when I thought about showing off my talents. At the weekend, after I finished my homework, I took out the paper and spread it on the table. I couldn't help but be stunned. Oh, it's a 2-karat paper, which is equivalent to the size of four 8-karat paper! The white drawing paper almost occupied the entire desktop. I was about to put away the drawing paper, but the desire to paint made me pick up the brush again. I thought for a while, then I started to brush and started dancing on the drawing paper. After a while, the empty space The outline of the Great Wall appeared on the drawing paper. I revised it a bit, then took out the colored pens and started coloring. Now I was tracing with fine brushwork, and now I was painting in large blocks. I had a great time painting, and the majestic appearance of the Great Wall gradually faded away. It showed in my writing. Time passed by minute by second, and it was already evening before I knew it. My mother asked me to eat, so I reluctantly put down the brush and prepared to go to eat. But my legs were already numb and so sore that I couldn't stand. I got up and looked at the painting. More than half of it was still unfinished. I really wanted to give up, but my perseverance reminded me to persist. Later, my mother put the food on my desk, and I sat down and continued painting... I I devoted a whole day to the creation of this painting, but it still wasn't finished. At night, I worked hard alone until about 12:30 at night, and I was still close to finishing it. But at this time, I was already drowsy. , the eyelids are as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they keep "fighting" up and down. If I can't stand it anymore, I just close my eyes and squint for a while, and then get up again. My mother has already fallen asleep beside me, and I have to continue for this unfinished painting. Painting. Finally, when the big clock rang 1:00, I finally completed the painting. At this time, I could no longer stand. I dragged my tired body , I packed it up hastily, went to bed and fell asleep. The next day, I handed the painting to the school, and almost all the teachers were shocked. I also won the first prize as I wished. At this time, I was tired A happy smile appeared on my face... This incident has long passed, but I still remember it fresh. Because this is the time I have invested the most energy and time in painting. This is also a test of my painting skills. After that , I have won awards in county and city competitions time and time again, and have gained improvement, fun and inspiration from painting time and time again. I will cherish this art forever. It has become a part of my soul.

5. My favorite painting art essay is about 600 words

Wonderful art - painting

I once saw such a sentence - "Wonderful music is endlessly memorable; Outstanding paintings make people never tire of them.” Yes, art has a magical charm that attracts everyone who is interested in it.

Everyone understands that art has many forms of expression. , and painting is one of them. And I am a person who is loyal to it.

When I was a child, I seemed to have an indissoluble bond with painting. When I was in the first grade, in addition to sports, , I like painting the most. I can do what I like to do: paint. Every time the teacher assigns homework, I will try my best to complete it. Even if I lose some time to play, I am willing to do so. However, every time the reply is " "Youjia". This shocked and delighted my heart. Perhaps it was at that time that the seeds of art were planted in my heart, and my painting talent and potential were discovered.

After that, I became more and more fond of painting, and often took some time and energy to study, which gradually improved my painting skills. Until one time, my hard work gave me the joy of harvest, which inspired me even more. My motivation for painting.

It was a Friday evening, and I suddenly received a notice from my teacher to publish a reading poster on 2-inch paper. I readily accepted the task. I was so excited at the thought of being able to show off my talents. At the weekend, after I finished my homework, I took out the paper and spread it on the table. I was stunned. 2 large sheets of paper are equivalent to four 8's. The size of a piece of paper! The white drawing paper almost occupied the entire desktop. I was about to put away the drawing paper, but the desire to paint made me pick up the brush again. I thought for a while, then I started to brush and started dancing on the drawing paper. After a while, the empty space The outline of the Great Wall appeared on the drawing paper. I revised it a bit, then took out the colored pens and started coloring. Now I was tracing with fine brushwork, and now I was painting in large blocks. I had a great time painting, and the majestic appearance of the Great Wall gradually faded away. It showed up in my writing.

Time passed by minute by second, and it was already evening before I knew it. My mother asked me to eat, so I reluctantly put down the brush and prepared to eat. But my legs I was already numb and so sore that I couldn't stand up. I was looking at the painting. Most of it was still unfinished. I really wanted to give up, but my perseverance reminded me to persist. Later, my mother put the food on my desk and I sat down. Come down and continue painting...

I devoted a whole day to the creation of this painting, but it was still not finished. In the evening, I worked hard alone until about 12:30 at night, and it was still a little short of It was done. But at this time, I was already drowsy, and my eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they kept "fighting" up and down. If I couldn't do it anymore, I would close my eyes and squint for a while, and then get up to do it again. My mother had already fallen asleep beside me. , and I have to continue painting for this unfinished painting.

Finally, when the big clock rang 1:00, I finally finished it. The painting was completed. At this time, I could no longer stand. I dragged my tired body, tidied up hastily, got on the bed, and fell asleep.

The next day, I put the The painting was handed over to the school, and almost all the teachers were shocked. I also won the first prize as I wished. At this time, a happy smile appeared on my tired face...

This matter has already happened It used to be, but I still remember it freshly because this was the time when I invested the most energy and time into painting. It was also a test of my painting skills. After that, I won prizes in county and city competitions again and again. I get improvement, fun and inspiration from painting. I will cherish this art forever. It has become a part of my soul. 6. A 600-word essay on painting

During this summer vacation, I I followed my grandfather to the art gallery in Guancheng to view Feng Shui paintings. One of the most beautiful paintings is: beside the lake, next to the clear moon gate, the flower-like jade-like Chang'e, under the blurred moonlight, the flying ribbons and water sleeves set her off. Her grace and grace are elegant. Her silhouette is reflected in the lake, as if dancing to the sweet rhythm of the guzheng. The picture is intoxicating.

At this time, I couldn't help but have the idea to learn painting from the bottom of my heart. Painting.

Recently, I have been immersed in study. I arrive at work early every day and leave class at night. Every night I carefully ponder each painting, and I wake up my grandpa in the middle of the night to give me guidance. , ask grandpa for advice. Time flies so fast, beautiful

Although the painting class is almost over, I still feel very interested. In the last four classes, the teacher reviewed our previous painting skills and set an assignment: use our own I learned the skills in this semester to draw a unique landscape painting. I painted it many times and revised it many times. Finally, under the guidance of my grandfather, I painted a painting that I was quite satisfied with. Painting: In summer, the trees grow lush and green, and dense layers of branches and leaves seal the woods tightly, covering the blue sky.

Although this painting is not charming, it has a vitality. < /p>

This painting was well received by the teacher. I had fun and learned knowledge in the process of learning to paint. 7. A 600-word essay on learning to paint

[An essay on learning to paint 600 words] The experience of learning to paint is one of my most profound memories. It has always been deeply hidden in my heart. Essay on learning to paint is 600 words. Now, I blow away the dust and caress the dusty memory. It reappeared before my eyes, as if those years were reappearing in my heart. It was also during those years that I entered the world of silence.

When I was 7 years old, my mother introduced me to the world of painting. The first time I met Teacher Jiang, she was very young, tall and thin. I was really worried that a gust of wind would blow and she would fly away.

So, I started my mentoring career with her at the age of 3. At first I would only draw some simple things, birds, trees, etc. Later, she taught me how to draw a hot air balloon. To be honest, I didn’t know that such a thing existed in the world at that time. After that, I started drawing like crazy until I ran out of paper. She said: The paintings painted by painters are perfect. I seem to understand, but not quite, the composition "Learning to Paint: A 600-Word Essay" for the sixth grade of elementary school.

After listening to her words, I couldn’t make a perfect painting even though I practiced well, and she didn’t say anything. Later I got tired and stopped. She added: Persistence. I started practicing again, but it wasn’t like before.

Those days, I was in a bad mood. So she took me to Pengzhou to see peonies.

I saw the peony, it was so beautiful. I saw her and I felt much better. I especially loved Qiandui Snow in Pengzhou. From a distance, it looks like a pile of snow piled on the branches. From close up, it has an elegant smell. My inspiration exploded immediately, and I drew a peony picture immediately. Unfortunately, my painting skills were too poor. I thought about it for days.

After her training, I can draw people, but it doesn’t look good. For some reason she started saying weird things and I was going to be somewhere far away soon. I didn't know the meaning of death, and I didn't know that she would leave me in 2 years.

She left as quietly as she came. She must have gone to heaven.

Just 4 years ago, she walked into my world, and she was my shock. It was 2 years ago that she left me forever. All I can say is: Farewell, Teacher Jiang.

Grade 6, Sanyanjing, Nanchang, Jiangxi: Li Luo 8. An essay on painting of more than 600 words

I have many hobbies, like the colorful shells on the golden beach , among which I picked up a red shell containing my favorite hobby - painting.

When I was a child, I loved drawing. I also signed up for several art classes.

In school, I would often take out a blank piece of paper right after class and start drawing on it. When I was a child, I thought my paintings were good enough, but when I grow up and take a look at them, it makes me laugh out loud.

The painting has a nose that is not aligned with the mouth, making him look like a "clown". I didn't lose confidence in painting because of this.

Maybe it’s because of the age limit that I don’t draw well! From childhood to now, my painting skills have improved greatly! During these days, I painted there when I had time and learned a lot about art. I remember one time, when I was in an art class, the teacher asked us to draw a circle. I spent a long time and couldn't draw it well.

Many students had finished drawing this, so I became anxious. When the teacher saw it, he walked up to me and asked me: What’s wrong, are you losing your temper here? I asked the teacher: "How do you draw a circle so well?" "As long as you draw more often, you will definitely achieve success." The teacher said.

After listening to the teacher, I calmed down. Sure enough, I finished drawing a circle in less than a while. I hurriedly showed my "work" to the teacher. The teacher looked at it and said to me Said: "You can't be impatient in painting, you must take your time." I nodded to the teacher.

Drawing will be my "leisure entertainment" from now on. "Hey - the homework is done -" I jumped with joy and took out a piece of white paper to draw. My mother said: "Today! Let's do it!" "Watch TV for a while." These were the three words "Watching TV" that I had dreamed of, but I said readily: "It's time to paint -"... I love painting, because painting can make people happy. , this love, this extraordinary is also beautiful.