Beijing Winter Olympics | will my Winter Olympics look good? (Essay Song Yanli, signed writer of young writers network)

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Will my Winter Olympics look good?

(Essay Song Yanli, signed writer of young writers network)

One night on a winter night, the clock ticked and ticked, unconsciously pointing to nine o'clock. I haven't enjoyed such a quiet night in a long time. To be precise, just since having a son, the family has never been quiet again.

But these days are different, although the son is at home, the person is still the same person, but it has become unusually quiet. He wasn't as noisy as he used to be, just sitting at the table, leaning over, drawing and drawing on the paper. Sometimes the eyebrows are locked, sometimes the smile is open. I was also nervous or smiling when I saw it.

At this time, it was almost half past nine, and I came to my son's room again and urged him to sleep: "Son, go to bed quickly, it is more than nine o'clock." ”

"Okay, I'll go to sleep when I'm done." The son agreed casually, without lifting his head. I touched his head helplessly and looked at his painting again.

There was one more person on the painting than just now, it looked like it was speed skating, and the head was painted very large, as if it was rushing towards the audience.

From the composition point of view, this painting is not very reasonable, some clutter, the characters are not painted enough, the proportions are out of proportion, such a painting, how can you participate in the competition? I sighed secretly in my heart, but I couldn't hit him, after all, he was just a seven-year-old child.

Moreover, the problems I see do not seem to be problems to the child. He painted it so intently, as if the painting carried all his passion, all his ideas, and he had to put all his efforts into it.

I sat helplessly next to him, watching him draw, and my thoughts couldn't help but go back to two days ago.

As soon as he came home from school that day, my son excitedly told me that the school was going to hold a painting contest to "Bless the Winter Olympics and Realize the Dream of Ice and Snow", and he had signed up for it.

To tell the truth, his own child himself understands that as far as his painting level is concerned, it is already difficult to complete the art homework in normal times, and it is almost impossible to participate in the competition and get the rank. However, when it comes to educating children, I have always advocated encouragement, and since he has signed up, let's participate. Maybe when he was painting, he couldn't sit still, or he was not interested, so he automatically gave up, no matter what, I didn't have much hope for this competition.

My son did not understand my thoughts, and excitedly took out a large 16-open piece of paper, brought out various watercolor pens, and spread them on the table to draw. Draw a person here, draw a Great Wall there, and pandas and so on, and paint a painting colorfully. Seeing that I couldn't understand it, I patiently explained to me: this is the speed skater in the video of the Winter Olympic program that he watched the teacher put on, and this is the panda doing the torchbearer.

I originally thought that he was also three minutes hot, must have been half of the painting tossed aside, did not think that he was more and more interested in painting, the next day after school home, snacks are not eaten, toys are not played, throw down the bag and take out his brush and unfinished painting, carefully sketch and paint. He also kept asking me, what other sports are there in the Winter Olympics besides skiing and skating? What are the rules for this project?

Because of my son's questions, I also kept going to make-up classes and searching for knowledge about the Winter Olympics. I was still secretly surprised in my heart: where did he get the motivation?

"I'm finally done with the Winter Olympics!" My son's cheers interrupted my thoughts. I also happily went over to admire his work, watched it for half a day, and still felt too abstract, "Is that person sleeping?" I asked.

"What, he's doing bobsleigh, it's a luge, have you forgotten?" My son answered me disapprovingly.

"Why is this guy with such a big head and such a small body, is he playing a skating game?"

"Yes, he put his head in front of us because he was working too hard." My son explained it to me again.

I nodded, not expecting his little head to think so much.

"Mom, do you think my painting is good?" Will it win an award? ”

Looking at him expectantly, I didn't know what to say. In my opinion, the odds of this painting winning the prize are almost zero, but what should I say? Is it to encourage him to focus on the process and not care about the result, or to perfunctorily tell him that he feels good?

In the end, I can only say euphemistically: "Son, your painting is quite distinctive, but maybe some children will paint better." Don't think too much about winning the award, just leave it to the judges. ”

"Are you saying I don't paint well?" My son felt the negation in my voracious words.

"It's not bad, it's not really necessary to participate in every competition." I thought that if my son took this painting and handed it in, he might be ridiculed by the children, and instead of being upset and letting him be hurt, it would be better to persuade him not to hand it over.

"No, Mom, I must pay!" He looked at me firmly.

"Why?" I became more and more confused.

"I don't want to win awards, I want to draw the Winter Olympics in my heart, I want to cheer for the Winter Olympics. I heard that my neighbor Aunt Lee became a volunteer for the Winter Olympics, so how good it was that she could serve the Winter Olympics. I've also heard people singing and performing for the Winter Olympics, and there are luckier people who go to the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics, watch the games, and cheer on the athletes. But I can't do that. The teacher said that the Winter Olympics will be held in China, which is the pride of our Chinese, and I just want to cheer for the Winter Olympics by painting! ”

Listening to my son's excited story, I seemed to see a crystal-like pure heart under those childish brushstrokes. Then, it doesn't matter whether the painting is beautiful or not, and it doesn't matter if it meets the standards or not.

"So, you want these athletes to ski along the Great Wall, let the pandas run with red flags, and let the peace pigeons fly over the Temple of Heaven?" I asked.

He nodded his head heavily, feeling moved to be accepted and understood.

After a pause, he asked, "Mom, will I look good this Winter Olympics?" ”

"Of course it looks good!" I said seriously. The painting that had just felt chaotic now felt so vivid and vivid, as if a fierce Winter Olympics were being held on this painting.

It was a Winter Olympics in which a child blessed the motherland and showed his ideals and enthusiasm!

About author:Song Yanli, pen name Qinghe, Ebony, etc., has been a middle school Chinese teacher, editor of a publishing house, and editor of a newspaper. He has published three books, more than 30 award-winning essays and novels, and more than 70 articles. He is now an expert author of "Learn and Play" magazine and a contracted writer of Young Writers Network.

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