If Nan Weiwei admires and likes everything about Qian Mai, then another person in Jintian No.1 Middle School is an idol that Qian Mai has worked tirelessly to imitate.
If Qianmai can choose an English study group for Gu Yawei's words, then the reason why I applied for ink painting and learned from scratch is because I really like this idol in my mind.
She is Huang Ruolan, the instructor of the ink painting interest group.
I remember that when I just entered the First Middle School that year, the interest group recruited troops. At the introduction and commentary, Huang Ruolan, who was in her thirties, was "spike killed" when Huang Ruolan, who was not Yan Kong, was "spike".
What kind of face is that? What comes and goes in the empty head of Qianmai is the two sentences in "Luo Shen Fu": "It seems like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like a breeze returning to snow. Looking at it from a distance, Jiao Ruo The sun rises in the morning; when you are forced to observe it, Zhuo Ruofu leaves Lubo.” The same two eyes, one nose and one mouth, but why does it grow on Huang Ruolan, it is gorgeous and graceful, and it is forgotten to eat.
Until one day, Huang Ruolan was teaching students how to observe the painting objects under the cherry blossom tree in front of the teaching building. She suddenly understood, “Don’t be insulted, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; leave unintentionally, look at the clouds and the clouds. "Aren't you talking about people like Huang Ruolan, and how much knowledge and accomplishment do you need to achieve this state
At this moment, Huang Ruolan is commenting one by one on the students' practice works hanging on the blackboard.
"... We have already commented on the panoramic, upside-down, and weeping-branch works of several classmates earlier. Let's take a look at one of the folding-branch works. It belongs to classmate Qianmai."
"Yes." Qianmai stood up in response. This is Huang Ruolan's rule. When explaining the practice works, the painter must stand up.
Huang Ruolan hung up the painting of Qianmai, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "Student Qianmai's ink bamboo drawing adopts the style of folding branches, and the composition is simple and bright, highlighting the swaying bamboo shoots." Take a spring with rain', exquisite and cute... Classmate Qianmai, can you talk to everyone about your painting feelings?"
Unexpectedly, the teacher would ask such a question. Qianmai didn't know how to say it for a while, and simply replied: "There are a lot of bamboos on the back room of my house. Maybe I have seen a lot of bamboo at ordinary times, and I painted it with special feeling. Before painting, I went to the back mountain to take a look."
"Yeah." After listening, Huang Ruolan smiled and nodded slowly: "You're called'being well-rounded'."
sweat! Qianmai's face turned red all of a sudden, his own little skill is not worthy of such a high-level idiom. But Huang Ruolan's words made her feel like a spring breeze.
"The biggest advantage of this work is the cloth leaf. In addition to the most basic characters "a" and "person", there are also the characters "jie", "fishtail" and "Luoyan". This group of different shapes of flying birds The changes have combined into bamboo leaves with different expressions."
"But there are also shortcomings. Classmate Qianmai can see clearly," Huang Ruolan pointed at the branch lightly with her hand, and continued to warmly comment: "Your bamboo only grows two branches per node. Although there are changes around, it is still obvious. Monotonous. As a processing suggestion, I think we can add some splinters to make the picture more vibrant."
After that, "Swish" quickly added a few pens. Qian Mai stared intently, and with the addition of a few faint strokes, it really became more vivid.
"How do you feel now? Classmate Qianmai." Huang Ruolan asked with a smile, her anger as calm as a person.
"Uh, it's so beautiful..." Qian Mai looked dumbfounded again, how she liked Huang Ruolan to call herself "Qian Mai classmate" softly. Experts, the criticisms are so sweet and tactfully, you have to surrender.
Of course, Qianmai also does not deny that there are reasons to save money in choosing ink painting. But not everyone can be like Nan Weiwei. When she comes home, there will be an elegant and noble grand piano waiting for her to practice in the living room.
Then, slowly and truly fell in love with ink painting. In Huang Ruolan's class, except for the occasional use of color, it is basically the same as practicing calligraphy, as long as you prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Qianmai likes this feeling very much. With the simplest tools and materials, the transitions and shades can be used to paint the most ideal picture in the mind, and achieve the joy of body and mind. Isn't it in line with economic costs
Brush writing, sketches, and ink painting are too greedy, but everything is the same, and the three interests do not conflict, do they. With the bright example of Huang Ruolan, the idol around him, Qianmai's direction of efforts suddenly became clear and concrete. When I grow up, how I want to be a person like you: I can be quiet, I can be gentle and gentle, I can have a gentle personality. The most important thing is that you can dance with a good pen in your hand, dance it with a wonderful pen and create flowers, dance with a vertical and horizontal pleasure, dance with a love for children...