Painting has become an indispensable part of my life, adding some beautiful colors to my life. I often think of myself as a talented painter. He can not only draw vivid pictures, but also bring life to those who need it. How amazing! Therefore, I often paint in my spare time.

When I was five years old, I liked painting very much. When I have nothing to do, I just spread a blank sheet of paper and keep drawing. Although my hands are stiff, I love painting. When I was eight years old, I was still quietly drawing on white paper, and my movements were fairly skilled. My mother knows that I like painting, so she signed me up for a class. As soon as I entered the painting class, I saw colorful pictures and looked at happy faces. I became interested in painting classes. In the first drawing class, the teacher told us the main points of drawing, and let us draw at will. I have no idea. What do I want to draw when I look at the blackboard? As soon as I turned my head, I saw the blue sky, white clouds and some cheerful birds flying. I didn't know the idea, so I started painting. Carefully draw a picture on the edge of my heart. After painting, I was praised by the teacher. From then on, my heart was full of hope for painting. Look into the teacher's eyes and think, "I must be a happy painting angel."

Now I still paint every day, looking at my own works, and my heart is full of joy. I like painting because I am interested in it. I love painting, just as flowers love rain and dew; I love painting, just as mice love rice; I love painting as much as a mother loves her children. For me, painting is not only a skill, but also a pleasure!