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My grandfather, he loves painting. The green mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, fish and insects are all his subjects. Therefore, under his influence, I gradually fell in love with painting. On a sunny day, my grandfather was drawing intently at his desk. He was walking through a birdhouse. A few days ago, my grandfather picked up a birdhouse that fell on the side of the road during the morning run. I do n��t know where the bad guy did the bad thing. The poor little chicks were lucky to be rescued. I shook my head aside and saw my grandfather sketching for a while, smearing for a while, and then staring at the bird's nest in silence for a while mokingusacigarettes.com. I was curious and took out a blank sheet of paper to draw a picture of my grandpa. The bird's nest looks very strange. The dead branches, weeds, and soil are mixed together to form a disc, which is high on the low side, and it is not easy for me to paint. So I changed and changed, and I still didn't paint well. I was a bit anxious. Look at my grandfather's painting, and then look at my painting. There was a gap of ten thousand miles between the two. I threw away the paintbrush, and tore the painting in half, crying. I thought the grandpa would stop to comfort me, but if he was still doing nothing, he would continue to hold the bird's nest, and I simply cried louder. Dad heard the sound, but was stopped by the grandfather as soon as he came to the door. Finally, my grandfather's painting was finished, so he picked me up and made me happy. As he patted my back, he showed me his proud work: "Crying, look, the birds are laughing at you." I quickly put away tears Cheap Cigarettes. Having said that my grandfather took out a blank piece of paper again and set it at the table, each painting made a demonstration for me. My grandfather's hand was holding my hand. His wide palms were covered with calluses Newport Cigarettes, which made me feel a little painful, but warm and steady. His technique is so skillful that he can draw a natural world on the paper with a single pen. I turned my head and looked at my grandfather. He also grinned and looked at me, his eyes warmed like the spring sun. At that moment, it seemed as if a trace of warm current had flowed into my heart. I gradually understand the drawing skills, but every time I want to give up halfway, there will always be a warm look at me, he warned me, persist and insist, now, my grandfather is gone, but for the first time The bird nest he traced together carried the tenderest memories of grandpa, and I have kept it so far. |
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