写一篇关于中国传统画的英语作文

写作思路：可以根据中国传统画的特点将其详细地介绍一下，中心要明确，语言 要通顺连贯等等。

正文：

Chinese traditional culture has a long history, including paper cutting, embroidery, drama, ceramics, shadow play, traditional Chinese painting and so on

中国传统文化历史悠久、源远流长，有剪纸、刺绣、戏剧、陶瓷、皮影戏、国画等等，其中我最喜欢的就是国画了。

Today, I'd like to introduce the traditional Chinese painting Traditional Chinese painting is to use pigment to paint on Xuan paper or Xuan silk, which is the main form of Oriental Art

今天我来为大家介绍介绍中国传统画。中国传统画就是用颜料在宣纸或是宣绢上绘画，是东方艺术的主要形式。

Chinese traditional painting is also known as "Chinese painting" and

"Danqing" in ancient times Chinese traditional painting mainly refers

to scroll paintings which are painted on silk, rice paper and silk and

mounted with brush, ink and traditional Chinese painting pigments

中国传统画又称为“中国画”，古时称为“丹青”，我国传统绘画主要是指以毛笔、墨、国画颜料等画在绢、宣纸、帛上并加以装裱的卷轴画。

The theme can be divided into characters, landscapes, flowers and birds,

and the techniques can be divided into fine brushwork and freehand

brushwork Chinese painting emphasizes "learning from nature and getting

the source of heart", and requires "the idea should be put in the pen

first, and the painting should be full of intention"

题材可分为人物、山水花鸟等，技法可分工笔和写意，它的精神内核是“笔墨”。中国画强调“外师造化，中得心源”，要求“意存笔先，画尽意在”。

Among the works of Chinese painting masters, I appreciate Qi Baishi's

shrimp and Xu Beihong's horse most My painting teacher, Mr Zhang,

began to teach me Chinese painting in the summer vacation of the second

grade Mr Zhang said, "Chinese painting is our national treasure You

should study Chinese painting hard and pass on the traditional culture

of Chinese painting"

中国的国画大师的作品中我最欣赏齐白石画的虾、徐悲鸿画的马。我的画画老师张老师在二年级暑期开始教我学国画，张老师说：“中国画，是我们中国的国宝，你要努力学习中国画，把中国画这种传统文化传承下去。”

I am determined to practice Chinese painting well

我暗下决心，一定要把中国画练好。

狮子在中华民族人民心目中为瑞兽，象征着吉祥如意，从而在舞狮活动中寄托着民众消灾除害、求吉纳福的美好意愿。狮舞是中国优秀的民族传统艺术，每逢元宵佳节或集会庆典，民间都以狮舞来助兴。舞狮子至今已有一千多年的历史，狮舞在旧时称"太平乐"，而到了唐代(公元618~907年)时更得到广泛的发展。狮艺在当时已成为过年过节、行香走会中的必备节目。在一千多年的发展过程中，狮舞形成了南北两种表演风格。下面是一篇关于狮舞的英语作文翻译。

狮舞(Lion Dance)是中国最广为流传的民间舞蹈之一。狮为百兽之首，在中国传统文化中，狮子被视为是能带来好运的吉祥物(mascot)。古人将狮子视作勇敢和力量的化身，能驱赶邪恶。据记载，狮舞已拥有了2,000多年的历史。在唐代，狮舞就已经被引人宫廷。此后，舞狮成为元宵节和其他节日的一大习俗，人们以此来祈祷好运、平安和幸福。

The Lion Dance is one of the most widespread folk dances in China The lion is the king of animals In Chinese tradition, the lion is regarded as a mascot, which can bring good luck Ancient people regarded the lion as a symbol of bravery and strength They believed the lion could drive away evil The dance has a recorded history of more than 2,000 years During the Tang Dynasty, the Lion Dance was already introduced into the court Thereafter, performing the Lion Dance at the Lantern Festival and other festive occasions became a custom where people could pray for good luck, safety and happiness

多年后，又想起他说的话。每个字，都是那么清楚。青春，不要把太多时间浪费在犹豫上。多好的一句话。我一遍又一遍的回味，似乎明白了很多。

很多年前，我是不是还小。是不是还不懂。我后悔的是，自己当初没能理解这句话的含义。如果懂了这句话，是不是会有不一样的结局。我傻笑，笑自己无知，笑自己幼稚，还笑自己年少轻狂。那年，他总是笑我，笑我天真，笑我幼稚。他说，他说我还小。太小，什么都不懂，不懂世界的残忍。多年后，他再不会出现在我的世界。因为，他大学了。大学后，也许不会再见面了。也许，再也见不上一面了。他离开那天，笑着对我说：“青春，好好对自己。把握住自己的年华。等长大了，希望你还能骄傲的向全世界宣布，对全世界说‘看，我有个五彩的青春。’梅，青春，是走向成熟的起点，也是停止天真的终点。”

我不语，只是不知道再也不能看到他了。

原文

The Last Leaf by O Henry

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places" These "places" make strange angles and curves One Street crosses itself a time or two An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!

So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony"

At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna One was from Maine; the other from California They had met at the table d'hôte of an Eighth Street "Delmonico's," and found their tastes in art, chicory salad and bishop sleeves so congenial that the joint studio resulted

That was in May In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony, touching one here and there with his icy fingers Over on the east side this ravager strode boldly, smiting his victims by scores, but his feet trod slowly through the maze of the narrow and moss-grown "places"

Mr Pneumonia was not what you would call a chivalric old gentleman A mite of a little woman with blood thinned by California zephyrs was hardly fair game for the red-fisted, short-breathed old duffer But Johnsy he smote; and she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house

One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway with a shaggy, gray eyebrow

"She has one chance in - let us say, ten," he said, as he shook down the mercury in his clinical thermometer " And that chance is for her to want to live This way people have of lining-u on the side of the undertaker makes the entire pharmacopoeia look silly Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well Has she anything on her mind"

"She - she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day" said Sue

"Paint - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance"

"A man" said Sue, with a jew's-harp twang in her voice "Is a man worth - but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind"

"Well, it is the weakness, then," said the doctor "I will do all that science, so far as it may filter through my efforts, can accomplish But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in cloak sleeves I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her, instead of one in ten"

After the doctor had gone Sue went into the workroom and cried a Japanese napkin to a pulp Then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime

Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep

She arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature

As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant horseshow riding trousers and a monocle of the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated She went quickly to the bedside

Johnsy's eyes were open wide She was looking out the window and counting - counting backward

"Twelve," she said, and little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven", almost together

Sue look solicitously out of the window What was there to count There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks

"What is it, dear" asked Sue

"Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper "They're falling faster now Three days ago there were almost a hundred It made my head ache to count them But now it's easy There goes another one There are only five left now"

"Five what, dear Tell your Sudie"

"Leaves On the ivy vine When the last one falls I must go, too I've known that for three days Didn't the doctor tell you"

"Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl Don't be a goosey Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street cars or walk past a new building Try to take some broth now, and let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man with it, and buy port wine for her sick child, and pork chops for her greedy self"

"You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window "There goes another No, I don't want any broth That leaves just four I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark Then I'll go, too"

"Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working I must hand those drawings in by to-morrow I need the light, or I would draw the shade down"

"Couldn't you draw in the other room" asked Johnsy, coldly

"I'd rather be here by you," said Sue "Beside, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves"

"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes, and lying white and still as fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall I'm tired of waiting I'm tired of thinking I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves"

"Try to sleep," said Sue "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old hermit miner I'll not be gone a minute Don't try to move 'til I come back"

Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along with the body of an imp Behrman was a failure in art Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe He had been always about to paint a masterpiece, but had never yet begun it For several years he had painted nothing except now and then a daub in the line of commerce or advertising He earned a little by serving as a model to those young artists in the colony who could not pay the price of a professional He drank gin to excess, and still talked of his coming masterpiece For the rest he was a fierce little old man, who scoffed terribly at softness in any one, and who regarded himself as especial mastiff-in-waiting to protect the two young artists in the studio above

Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting there for twenty-five years to receive the first line of the masterpiece She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away, when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker

Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings

"Vass!" he cried "Is dere people in de world mit der foolishness to die because leafs dey drop off from a confounded vine I haf not heard of such a thing No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her Ach, dot poor leetle Miss Yohnsy"

"She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies Very well, Mr Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet"

"You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman "Who said I will not bose Go on I come mit you For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away Gott! yes"

Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock

When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade

"Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper

　　My Favorite Artists It's hard to narrow it down to just a set list of

artists as I have been influenced by so many artists over the years I also fall

in and out of love with particular artists, but a certain few always remain

close to meBrett Whiteley - Brett was my doorway into art He showed me that

painting can be more than what is simply in front of us His drug habit ruined

much of his art and life before he died, but he is still at the top of my

listVincent van Gogh - Vinnie will always be near the top of my favorite

painters list Both his passion for art and his paintings have given me endless

inspirationPablo Picasso - The little Spaniard lived a very full life but he

still found plenty of time to draw, paint, and sculpt Whenever I'm not working

as much as I should be, I think of how many works Pablo pumped out each

yearEgon Schiele - I have always had a love of drawing, so Schiele has to be on

the list His paintings are very average, but his drawings are to die forAndy

Warhol - To be honest, I don't really like the work of Andy Warhol But he made

artists feel a little less guilty for taking money from art collectors He

helped me see that it's OK to make a living from artAlberto Giacometti -

Alberto's paintings and drawings are just amazing He sacrificed color to devote

himself to formAnselm Kiefer - I have never seen a whole exhibition by the

artist, but the few works I have seen were pretty impressive His works are

massive chunks of paint and textureThere are so many more great artists that I

just adore I know that the seven artists above will still be in my top 20 in

twenty years time though

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The Dragon Boat Festival is one of the most popular traditional festivals celebrated in China, which is on the fifth of the fifth lunar month, also known as Duanwu FestivalIt’s said that it is to commemorate the death of a Chinese patriotic poet, Qu Yuan, who was snared by corrupt officials in ancient China and finally committed suicide by drowning himself in the Miluo River to protest against them端午节是中国传统节日中最流行的节日之一，它是在阴历五月的第五天。据说这是为了纪念一个中国的爱国诗人屈原的死，他被中国古代腐败官员陷害最后在汨罗河投江自杀来表示抗议。

The traditions and customs held on this festival differ from place to place, but there are some common in themFirst, the most famous and great tradition is holding Dragon Boat races, which are held by fishermen’s attempt to protect Qu Yuan’s body against attacking by fishes and other animals in the river by beating drums and row the dragon shaped boatNowadays dragon boat races have been an annual popular sport activity among peopleIn addition, making and eating Zongzi—a dumpling made of glutinous rice and wrapped in bamboo or reed leaves—is also a popular custom during this dayIt can be made by many kinds of stuffingWhat’s more, hanging herbs on the front door, drinking realgar wine and pasting up picture of Zhongkui—a mythic guardian figure in ancient china—are also popular during the festival, which are mean to protect people from evil and disease这个传统习俗不同的地方有不同的庆祝方式，但也有相同的方面。首先，最出名的传统就是举行龙舟比赛，这是由渔民们举行的，通过打鼓和划龙形的船来保护屈原的身体免受鱼类和其他动物的攻击。现在龙舟赛是人们一年一度的流行的体育活动。此外，做和吃粽子——糯米面团，包着竹叶或芦苇叶，在那一天也是 一个流行的风俗。它可以由不同种类的馅料制成。还有就是，门上挂着草药，人们喝雄黄酒，在门前张贴中国古代神话人物钟馗的在节日期间也是很受欢迎的，做这些的意义是保护人们免受邪恶和疾病。

These customs and traditions have been changed a little in recent years, but they still make contribution to the spread and inheritance of Chinese culture这些习俗和传统，在最近几年已经发生了一些变化，但他们仍然为中国文化传承与传播做贡献。