400 words of Bupleurum chinense immigrants' cultural composition.

That day, my mother was going to my grandmother's house, so I excitedly made my mother's little tail.

When I came to my grandmother's house, I found a paint box on the table, so I opened the paint box, took a bowl of water, took a rough brush and a piece of white paper, and began to draw seriously.

I picked up the pen first, dipped it in the red pigment grid a few times, and a little red slowly climbed onto the pen. I picked up a pen and drew a small circle on the paper. Then I dipped it in brown paint and drew a thick branch on the circle. Finally, I carefully drew an oval green leaf on the right side of the branch with green pigment. In this way, a fresh red apple was born.

I picked up my masterpiece, looked around and thought it was the most beautiful red apple in the world. So, I dipped in some black paint and signed my name in the lower right corner of the drawing paper.

I proudly put down my pen and ran to grandma's room, shouting, "grandma, look!" " Is my red apple well painted? ""good! You draw very well! " Grandma touched my head to make me happy and said.