毕加索曾说:“画家的眼睛,可以看到高于现实的东西。”我虽然不是画家,但自从学习画画,接触了色彩的那一天起,我的生活就变得多姿多彩。我,在色彩中成长……那年初春,我四岁。春风吹拂着绿叶,微风中它们轻轻地摇曳着,害羞地露出了笑脸。我,第一次拿起彩色的蜡笔,渐渐地,它成了我的伙伴。父母看我整天笔不离手,终于把我送进美术课堂。在老师的耐心指导下,我充分地展示了我在绘画方面的天资。动物、花草、小桥、河流……这一切事物都成了我的“模特儿”。一幅又一幅绘画作品,布满我的整个房间。白色的墙面在彩色蜡笔画的装点下变得色彩斑斓。感觉色彩,感觉绘 Picasso once said: “The artist’s eyes can see things above reality.” Although I am not a painter, my life has become colorful since the day I studied drawing and touched color. I grew up in color ... that early spring, I was four years old. Spring breeze blowing green leaves, they gently swaying in the breeze, shy to reveal a smile. For the first time, I picked up the colored crayons, and gradually, it became my companion. Parents see me pen all day, and finally sent me into art class. Under the teacher’s patience, I fully demonstrated my talent in painting. Animals, flowers, bridges, rivers ... all of this has become my “model.” One after another painting, filled my entire room. The white walls are colorful in the pastel colors. Feel the color, feel painted