Scholars selling pictures

Scholars selling pictures

Original: poor students sell paintings, painting one day, no one cares about one year, ask the teacher, teacher: "Try it down, paint for one year, I am afraid that it can be sold one day." Try it.

Scholars selling pictures

In ancient times, there was a scholar. His family was surrounded by four walls and had nothing. Only the 80-year-old mother needed to be supported. Although the scholars studied hard, but even did not take a test on the test several times, they had to rely on painting to sell paintings for a living.

One day, he made a painting, swayed, and painted, from morning painting to dusk, completing a painting. The next morning, hungry, got the market to sell. When he arrived at the market, he set up a shelf, hanged the painting, and waited for someone to buy it.

A person came over and carefully looked at the painting. For a long time, he sighed and shook his head and left. Another person who came to see the painting of this scholar, he looked and left, and did not mean to buy. At noon, other stalls were coming and going, and there was a lot of noise. Only the scholars’ booths were cold and clear, and nobody cares. One day passed, the scholars were not reconciled, and they continued to sell the next day, so that they were still sold for a few days. After a year, no one came to buy his paintings. If it is not for relatives, I am afraid that he and his old mother will be starved to death.

The book was frustrated and thought that he did not have the talent to paint. He put away the painting that had been yellowed and the edges were going to wear out, and went to his teacher.

The scholar came to the teacher's house and gently licked the door. In a short while, he came out with an old man who was a child. When the old man saw the scholar, he hurriedly said: "It’s an old student. I haven’t seen you for a long time. I haven’t seen you for a long time!” The old man looked at the scholar’s ​​clothes and dressed up, and he understood a few points. He saw the scholar wearing a patched and worn clothes, with a pale face and a frown. exhibition. The old man said: "Whether the students have something to worry about, let's say it." With a cup of Longjing, ask the students to sit on the chair opposite you. The scholar took out the painting and spread it out to the teacher. He said: "Students spent a day working on this painting. Who knows that it has been sold for a year and no one cares about it. The house leaks even rain, and the old mother has no idea what it is. Strange disease, there is no money to treat the mother, this painting ... also hope the teacher to give pointers."

The old man smiled and took a sip of Longjing tea. He said: "The teacher has a stupid way, you may wish to try."

The scholar’s ​​eyes brightened and he asked: “What is the magic?”

"Don't worry, you made a day's painting, and you didn't sell it in a year. When you look down, why not spend a year painting? The old man said meaningfully."

When the scholar got the teacher's call, he put away the painting, bowed to the teacher, and turned to leave. Suddenly, I was stopped by the teacher: "There are still dozens of silver gifts for you, and I will go back to take medicine for your old mother." The student’s face rose red and shook his head. I was too embarrassed to pick up the teacher’s money. The old man said, “Give you My mother has to heal the disease. When you come to Japan, you will have rich money and return it to me." The scholar received the money, thank you very much, and got on the road.

The scholar returns home and does what the teacher says. He spread a piece of paper and began to paint. It was a late autumn season and the autumn was crisp. He did not dare to make a sloppy painting. After a few days, the scholar was a little annoyed. When he was working, the teacher’s words rang in his ear and he insisted on painting. A few months have passed, the winter is coming, the snow is flying outside the window, and the wind is biting. The wind blows in through the broken window of his house and drills into the body of the scholar. The scholar is afraid that the wind will blow the painting, and he will take a wooden board to cover the painting. He himself is still affected by the cold wind. Her fingers are frozen and frozen. Continue to draw.

In this way, I painted the harsh winter. When I painted the spring blossoms, everyone else came out to go out and fly a kite to enjoy the game. The scholars only listened to the sound of the swallows while painting in the room. He occasionally came out to watch the spring scenery, which was to paint the spring.

Spring has passed without knowing it, and summer is here. In the midsummer heat, the sun roasts the earth and shines through his window. He insisted on painting, holding the pen and holding the sweat, and the hand was soaked in the water to cool. Scholars have been persistent in this way, and they have spent a lot of time painting for 12 months.

Another autumn is coming, and the scholars took the paintings they had worked hard for a year to the market to sell. Not long after, people were attracted. I only heard the crowd sighing and praising: "Good painting, good painting!" Everyone rushed to buy, for a time, "I have fifty-two silver." "I am out of one hundred and two." The sound is endless. Later, when he came to a wealthy businessman, he took a look at the paintings of the scholars and bought 10,000 yuan of silver to buy the paintings.

Since then, the scholar has become famous, and his paintings are no longer sold.

The sixth grade of the second small six class of Qiyi Road, Zhoukou, Henan: Lu Shaohan