第一篇：徐悲鴻慧眼識(shí)才名人故事

徐悲鴻是在近代中國(guó)美術(shù)界有重要影響的畫家，他同時(shí)又是一位杰出的藝術(shù)教育家。他一生為人正派豁達(dá)，慧眼識(shí)才，不遺余力地培養(yǎng)和幫助了數(shù)以千計(jì)的美術(shù)人才。著名畫家齊白石和傅抱石，曾被郭沫若稱作畫壇上的“南北二石”，而其中傅抱石能屹立畫壇，正是由于徐悲鴻的伯樂(lè)眼光和一顆愛(ài)才之心。

徐悲鴻是1933年在南昌發(fā)現(xiàn)傅抱石的。當(dāng)時(shí)，徐悲鴻正任南京中央大學(xué)藝術(shù)系教授，發(fā)現(xiàn)人才，培養(yǎng)人才，正是他的責(zé)任和追求。

那年夏天，徐悲鴻帶著自己的學(xué)生到廬山寫生，歸來(lái)時(shí)途經(jīng)南昌。他只是小住幾天，就這樣寓所每天都有很多人前來(lái)造訪，只要有空閑，他都熱心接待，這其中以青年美術(shù)愛(ài)好者居多。一天上午，一個(gè)看上去瘦弱的年輕人前來(lái)拜訪他。年輕人很興奮地走到他面前，深深地鞠了一躬，年輕人身上穿著一件舊長(zhǎng)衫，腋下夾著個(gè)小包袱。徐悲鴻請(qǐng)他坐下。他沒(méi)坐，而是小心地打開(kāi)包袱，拿出來(lái)幾塊圖章和幾張畫。徐悲鴻看了圖章的拓片，讓他大為驚奇，這些圖章非常精美，完全有藝術(shù)家的水準(zhǔn)。徐悲鴻拿在手里反復(fù)欣賞，細(xì)看邊款署名是：趙之謙。徐悲鴻納悶了，就問(wèn)道：“這些圖章……”年輕人面露愧色，喃喃地說(shuō)：“是我仿的。為了生活，我仿趙之謙的圖章賣?！毙毂櫿f(shuō)：“你完全不必要仿。你自己刻得很好嘛！”年輕人沒(méi)有再說(shuō)什么。徐悲鴻又看了他的畫。他畫的是山水，張幅不大，卻氣勢(shì)恢宏。才一層卷，仿佛有一股靈氣撲來(lái)。徐悲鴻對(duì)著畫幅，久久凝視。徐悲鴻被年輕人的藝術(shù)才氣征服了。

徐悲鴻問(wèn)：“你現(xiàn)在做什么事？”

年輕人回答：“在小學(xué)里為別人代課?！?/p>

徐悲鴻又問(wèn)：“你進(jìn)過(guò)美術(shù)學(xué)校？”

年輕人回答：“沒(méi)有。我是自學(xué)的?！?/p>

徐悲鴻請(qǐng)年輕人坐下，又問(wèn)了些學(xué)畫方面的事情，并要他再拿一些畫來(lái)看看。白天人太多，叫他晚上來(lái)。臨走的時(shí)候，徐悲鴻請(qǐng)年輕人留下名字。

年輕人回答：“傅抱石。”

傅抱石回到家里，簡(jiǎn)直像范進(jìn)中了舉人一般，對(duì)著妻子高叫著：“見(jiàn)到了！見(jiàn)到了！”并讓妻子把家里的畫都找出來(lái)，激動(dòng)地說(shuō)：“悲鴻大師要看。”他挑出自己比較得意的幾張畫，卷在一起，小心地包在包袱里，好不容易等到吃晚飯的時(shí)間，傅抱石便急匆匆地來(lái)到徐悲鴻的住處。徐悲鴻不在。有人告訴他：“徐先生留了話，晚上去赴個(gè)約會(huì)，10點(diǎn)鐘才回來(lái)。”傅抱石站在門口，一直等到10點(diǎn)鐘。果然，徐悲鴻回來(lái)了。留下了他的畫和地址，又叫他回去。

第二天，一大早就下起了小雨。傅抱石在家里坐立不安，焦急難耐。他想立刻就知道悲鴻大師對(duì)他的畫的看法。他甚至想以此來(lái)判斷自己選了美術(shù)這條路究竟是對(duì)還是錯(cuò)。他的父母沒(méi)有給他留下什么，小小年紀(jì)就為生計(jì)奔波，曾在一個(gè)修傘匠那里當(dāng)學(xué)徒，挑著擔(dān)子，走街串巷。僅僅憑著自己的愛(ài)好，他練習(xí)刻字，一直練到可以在一塊玉米粒大小的象牙上，刻出整篇《蘭亭序》。后來(lái)，他又學(xué)治印，學(xué)畫畫。他是想把自己的未來(lái)，付給水墨丹青的。但是，南昌雖然是大畫家八大山人居住過(guò)的地方，而今日卻找不到一位能夠指津引路的人。他已經(jīng)29歲了。俗話說(shuō)三十而立，他必須馬上決定自己安身立命的道路。

雨，依舊下著，心緒不寧的傅抱石忽然聽(tīng)到巷口有人說(shuō)話，而且提到自己的名字。他急忙將頭伸出窗外，向外看去，驚喜地叫了起來(lái)：“來(lái)了！來(lái)了！大師來(lái)了！”說(shuō)著就沖了出去。把冒雨來(lái)訪的徐悲鴻接進(jìn)屋來(lái)。這時(shí)，妻子不見(jiàn)了，他叫了兩聲，也不見(jiàn)妻子答應(yīng)。他沒(méi)多考慮，忙把徐悲鴻讓在床邊坐下。他不知道說(shuō)什么好，站在那里，呆呆地看著自己心中敬仰的大師。徐悲鴻和顏悅色地說(shuō)：“傅先生的畫，我都看了。頂頂好！頂頂好！”傅抱石此時(shí)激動(dòng)得不知道該說(shuō)什么好。

徐悲鴻又說(shuō)：“你應(yīng)該去留學(xué)，去深造，你的前途不可限量?！备当袷窃谧鰤?mèng)，更不知該怎么回答。徐悲鴻環(huán)視了這間簡(jiǎn)陋的屋子，又看了傅抱石窘迫的神色，明白了一切，接著說(shuō)：“經(jīng)費(fèi)困難，我給你想辦法?？倳?huì)有辦法的。你愿意到法國(guó)去嗎？”傅抱石激動(dòng)得幾乎失聲。

這時(shí)，櫥門響了，出來(lái)一個(gè)人。徐悲鴻嚇了一跳。傅抱石也很奇怪。原來(lái)出來(lái)的人正是傅抱石的妻子，因怕見(jiàn)大師而藏到櫥子里。傅抱石正想責(zé)怪妻子，妻子已伸手拉著傅抱石，一起跪在徐悲鴻面前，說(shuō)：“您老對(duì)抱石的恩德我們來(lái)生也報(bào)答不了。請(qǐng)受我夫妻三拜?！毙毂櫦泵ζ鹕頂v起傅家夫婦。

為了傅抱石留學(xué)的經(jīng)費(fèi)，徐悲鴻去找當(dāng)時(shí)的“江西省主席”熊式輝。徐悲鴻對(duì)熊式輝說(shuō)：“南昌出了個(gè)傅抱石，是你們江西的榮譽(yù)。你們應(yīng)該拿出一筆錢，讓他深造?！闭τ谡?wù)的熊式輝當(dāng)然不會(huì)對(duì)這事感興趣，徐悲鴻拿出一張畫來(lái)，說(shuō)：“我的這張畫留下來(lái)，就算你們買了我一張畫吧。”經(jīng)過(guò)在場(chǎng)的人勸說(shuō)，熊式輝勉強(qiáng)同意出一筆錢。但這筆錢不夠傅抱石去法國(guó)留學(xué)的費(fèi)用。傅抱石只好改去日本。

傅抱石后來(lái)的成就證明，徐悲鴻沒(méi)有把人看錯(cuò)。傅抱石常對(duì)人說(shuō)：“沒(méi)有悲鴻大師，就沒(méi)有我傅抱石。”

第二篇：徐悲鴻小故事

徐悲鴻小故事

自此，徐悲鴻與書(shū)畫結(jié)下不解之緣，并將自己的一生毫無(wú)保留地交給了繪畫。19世紀(jì)末20災(zāi)人禍接連不斷。1908年，徐悲鴻的家鄉(xiāng)連降暴雨，莊稼悉遭吞噬。萬(wàn)般無(wú)奈之下，年僅13歲的徐悲鴻跟著父親到鄰近的縣鎮(zhèn)鬻字賣畫，以謀全家生計(jì)。流浪江湖的賣畫生涯因徐達(dá)章身染重病而中止，徐悲鴻扶著全身浮腫的父親回到了家鄉(xiāng)，作為長(zhǎng)子，他挑起了家庭的重?fù)?dān)。不久，父親去逝，家里卻連一文安葬費(fèi)也沒(méi)有。徐悲鴻含淚向親戚告貸，熱心的陶留芬先生不但立刻送來(lái)了錢，還親自幫助安排了喪事。父親去世后，徐悲鴻成了家里的頂梁柱，19歲的他過(guò)早地體會(huì)到了生存的艱辛和人世的無(wú)常。的徐悲鴻時(shí)，就悄悄對(duì)徐子明說(shuō)：“此人完全還是個(gè)孩子，豈能工作？”最后因身無(wú)分文而被旅館老板趕出大門。在極度失望中，他回到了家鄉(xiāng)。然而在貧窮的農(nóng)村，靠畫畫根本不能謀生，于是他仍決定去上海尋找出路。1915年夏末，他懷揣徐子明的很滿意，答應(yīng)讓他為中小學(xué)教科書(shū)畫插圖。但第二天，當(dāng)他再次來(lái)到商務(wù)印書(shū)館時(shí)，又被告知國(guó)文部另一個(gè)主事人認(rèn)為他的畫不合格，剛?cè)计鸬南Ｍ鹩直粷矞缌?。徐悲鴻踉踉蹌蹌地跑出大門，一直跑到黃浦江邊，看著滾滾而去的江水，他真想縱身一躍，從此萬(wàn)事皆休，但想到家鄉(xiāng)的鄉(xiāng)親和弟妹們殷殷期盼的目光，他流下了酸楚的淚水。正在生死間彷徨之際，突然有人拉住了他的胳膊，原來(lái)是商務(wù)印書(shū)館里的小職員黃警頑。徐悲鴻離開(kāi)商務(wù)印書(shū)館時(shí)的絕望之態(tài)使這位熱心人放心不下，于是一路尾隨而來(lái)，果然見(jiàn)他要尋短見(jiàn)，趕忙及時(shí)制止了他。黃警頑將他帶回自己狹小的宿舍，兩人同睡一張床，同蓋一床薄棉被，徐悲鴻暫時(shí)有了棲身之所。后來(lái)應(yīng)腸胃病而死徐悲鴻，宜興屺亭鎮(zhèn)人。6歲開(kāi)始跟父親除達(dá)章讀書(shū)，9歲就讀完了《四書(shū)》、《左傳》。這時(shí)，他的父親開(kāi)始教他每天臨摹一幅吳友如的人物畫。因家境貧寒，除依靠父親賣畫、母親種桑養(yǎng)蠶補(bǔ)貼家用外，還耕種7畝田，故徐悲鴻

自幼就參加農(nóng)業(yè)勞動(dòng)。

第三篇：江澤民同志在“七一”講話中指出領(lǐng)導(dǎo)干部要有識(shí)才的慧眼`用才的

Now, the VOA Special English Program, AMERICAN STORIES.(MUSIC)

Our story today is called “The Law of Life.” It was written by Jack London.Here is Shep O'Neal with the story.SHEP O'NEAL: The old Indian was sitting on the snow.It was Koskoosh, former chief of his tribe.Now, all he could do was sit and listen to the others.His eyes were old.He could not see, but his ears were wide open to every sound.“Aha.” That was the sound of his daughter, Sit-cum-to-ha.She was beating the dogs, trying to make them stand in front of the snow sleds.He was forgotten by her, and by the others, too.They had to look for new hunting grounds.The long, snowy ride waited.The days of the northlands were growing short.The tribe could not wait for death.Koskoosh was dying.The stiff, crackling noises of frozen animal skins told him that the chief's tent was being torn down.The chief was a mighty hunter.He was his son, the son of Koskoosh.Koskoosh was being left to die.As the women worked, old Koskoosh could hear his son's voice drive them to work faster.He listened harder.It was the last time he would hear that voice.A child cried, and a woman sang softly to quiet it.The child was Koo-tee, the old man thought, a sickly child.It would die soon, and they would burn a hole in the frozen ground to bury it.They would cover its small body with stones to keep the wolves away.“Well, what of it? A few years, and in the end, death.Death waited ever hungry.Death had the hungriest stomach of all.”

Koskoosh listened to other sounds he would hear no more: the men tying strong leather rope around the sleds to hold their belongings;the sharp sounds of leather whips, ordering the dogs to move and pull the sleds.“Listen to the dogs cry.How they hated the work.”

They were off.Sled after sled moved slowly away into the silence.They had passed out of his life.He must meet his last hour alone.“But what was that?” The snow packed down hard under someone's shoes.A man stood beside him, and placed a hand gently on his old head.His son was good to do this.He remembered other old men whose sons had not done this, who had left without a goodbye.His mind traveled into the past until his son's voice brought him back.“It is well with you?” his son asked.And the old man answered, “It is well.”

“There is wood next to you and the fire burns bright,” the son said.“The morning is gray and the cold is here.It will snow soon.Even now it is snowing.Ahh, even now it is snowing.”The tribesmen hurry.Their loads are heavy and their stomachs flat from little food.The way is long and they travel fast.I go now.All is well?“

”It is well.I am as last year's leaf that sticks to the tree.The first breath that blows will knock me to the ground.My voice is like an old woman's.My eyes no longer show me the way my feet go.I am tired and all is well.“

He lowered his head to his chest and listened to the snow as his son rode away.He

felt the sticks of wood next to him again.One by one, the fire would eat them.And step by step, death would cover him.When the last stick was gone, the cold would come.First, his feet would freeze.Then, his hands.The cold would travel slowly from the outside to the inside of him, and he would rest.It was easy...all men must die.He felt sorrow, but he did not think of his sorrow.It was the way of life.He had lived close to the earth, and the law was not new to him.It was the law of the body.Nature was not kind to the body.She was not thoughtful of the person alone.She was interested only in the group, the race, the species.This was a deep thought for old Koskoosh.He had seen examples of it in all his life.The tree sap in early spring;the new-born green leaf, soft and fresh as skin;the fall of the yellowed, dry leaf.In this alone was all history.He placed another stick on the fire and began to remember his past.He had been a great chief, too.He had seen days of much food and laughter;fat stomachs when food was left to rot and spoil;times when they left animals alone, unkilled;days when women had many children.And he had seen days of no food and empty stomachs, days when the fish did not come, and the animals were hard to find.For seven years the animals did not come.Then, he remembered when as a small boy how he watched the wolves kill a moose.He was with his friend Zing-ha, who was killed later in the Yukon River.Ah, but the moose.Zing-ha and he had gone out to play that day.Down by the river they saw fresh steps of a big, heavy moose.”He's an old one,“ Zing-ha had said.”He cannot run like the others.He has fallen behind.The wolves have separated him from the others.They will never leave him.“

And so it was.By day and night, never stopping, biting at his nose, biting at his feet, the wolves stayed with him until the end.Zing-ha and he had felt the blood quicken in their bodies.The end would be a sight to see.They had followed the steps of the moose and the wolves.Each step told a different story.They could see the tragedy as it happened: here was the place the moose stopped to fight.The snow was packed down for many feet.One wolf had been caught by the heavy feet of the moose and kicked to death.Further on, they saw how the moose had struggled to escape up a hill.But the wolves had attacked from behind.The moose had fallen down and crushed two wolves.Yet, it was clear the end was near.The snow was red ahead of them.Then they heard the sounds of battle.He and Zing-ha moved closer, on their stomachs, so the wolves would not see them.They saw the end.The picture was so strong it had stayed with him all his life.His dull, blind eyes saw the end again as they had in the far off past.For long, his mind saw his past.The fire began to die out, and the cold entered his body.He placed two more sticks on it, just two more left.This would be how long he would live.It was very lonely.He placed one of the last pieces of wood on the fire.Listen, what a strange noise for wood to make in the fire.No, it wasn't wood.His body shook as he recognized the sound...wolves.The cry of a wolf brought the picture of the old moose back to him again.He saw the body torn to pieces, with fresh blood running on the snow.He saw the clean bones lying gray against the frozen blood.He saw the rushing forms of the gray

wolves, their shinning eyes, their long wet tongues and sharp teeth.And he saw them form a circle and move ever slowly closer and closer.A cold, wet nose touched his face.At the touch, his soul jumped forward to awaken him.His hand went to the fire and he pulled a burning stick from it.The wolf saw the fire, but was not afraid.It turned and howled into the air to his brother wolves.They answered with hunger in their throats, and came running.The old Indian listened to the hungry wolves.He heard them form a circle around him and his small fire.He waved his burning stick at them, but they did not move away.Now, one of them moved closer, slowly, as if to test the old man's strength.Another and another followed.The circle grew smaller and smaller.Not one wolf stayed behind.Why should he fight? Why cling to life? And he dropped his stick with the fire on the end of it.It fell in the snow and the light went out.The circle of wolves moved closer.Once again the old Indian saw the picture of the moose as it struggled before the end came.He dropped his head to his knees.What did it matter after all? Isn't this the law of life?

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FAITH LAPIDUS: You have just heard the American story ”The Law of Life.“ It was written by Jack London.Your storyteller was Shep O'Neal.Listen again next week for another American story in V.O.A.Special English.I'm Faith Lapidus.Now, the weekly Special English program, AMERICAN STORIES.(MUSIC)Our story today is called ”To Build a Fire.“ It was written by Jack London.Here is Harry Monroe with the story.(MUSIC)HARRY MONROE: The man walked down the trail on a cold, gray day.Pure white snow and ice covered the Earth for as far as he could see.This was his first winter in Alaska.He was wearing heavy clothes and fur boots.But he still felt cold and uncomfortable.The man was on his way to a camp near Henderson Creek.His friends were already there.He expected to reach Henderson Creek by six o'clock that evening.It would be dark by then.His friends would have a fire and hot food ready for him.A dog walked behind the man.It was a big gray animal, half dog and half wolf.The dog did not like the extreme cold.It knew the weather was too cold to travel.The man continued to walk down the trail.He came to a frozen stream called Indian Creek.He began to walk on the snow-covered ice.It was a trail that would lead him straight to Henderson Creek and his friends.As he walked, he looked carefully at the ice in front of him.Once, he stopped suddenly, and then walked around a part of the frozen stream.He saw that an underground spring flowed under the ice at that spot.It made the ice thin.If he stepped there, he might break through the ice into a pool of water.To get his boots wet in such cold weather might kill him.His feet would turn to ice quickly.He could freeze to death.At about twelve o'clock, the man decided to stop to eat his lunch.He took off the glove on his right hand.He opened his jacket and shirt, and pulled out his bread and meat.This took less than twenty seconds.Yet, his fingers began to freeze.He hit his hand against his leg several times until he felt a sharp pain.Then he quickly put his glove on his hand.He made a fire, beginning with small pieces of wood and adding larger ones.He sat on a snow-covered log and ate his lunch.He enjoyed the warm fire for a few minutes.Then he stood up and started walking on the frozen stream again.A half hour later, it happened.At a place where the snow seemed very solid, the ice broke.The man's feet sank into the water.It was not deep, but his legs got wet to the knees.The man was angry.The accident would delay his arrival at the camp.He would have to build a fire now to dry his clothes and boots.He walked over to some small trees.They were covered with snow.In their branches were pieces of dry grass and wood left by flood waters earlier in the year.He put several large pieces of wood on the snow, under one of the trees.On top of the wood, he put some grass and dry branches.He pulled off his gloves, took out his matches, and lighted the fire.He fed the young flame with more wood.As the fire grew stronger, he gave it larger pieces of wood.He worked slowly and carefully.At sixty degrees below zero, a man with wet feet must not fail in his first attempt to build a fire.While he was walking, his blood had kept all parts of his body warm.Now that he had stopped, cold was forcing his blood to withdraw deeper into his body.His wet feet had frozen.He could not feel his fingers.His nose was frozen, too.The skin all over his body felt cold.Now, however, his fire was beginning to burn more strongly.He was safe.He sat under the tree and thought of the old men in Fairbanks.The old men had told him that no man should travel alone in the Yukon when the temperature is sixty degrees below zero.Yet here he was.He had had an accident.He was alone.And he had saved himself.He had built a fire.Those old men were weak, he thought.A real man could travel alone.If a man stayed calm, he would be all right.The man's boots were covered with ice.The

strings on his boots were as hard as steel.He would have to cut them with his knife.He leaned back against the tree to take out his knife.Suddenly, without warning, a heavy mass of snow dropped down.His movement had shaken the young tree only a tiny bit.But it was enough to cause the branches of the tree to drop their heavy load.The man was shocked.He sat and looked at the place where the fire had been.The old men had been right, he thought.If he had another man with him, he would not be in any danger now.The other man could build the fire.Well, it was up to him to build the fire again.This time, he must not fail.The man collected more wood.He reached into his pocket for the matches.But his fingers were frozen.He could not hold them.He began to hit his hands with all his force against his legs.After a while, feeling came back to his fingers.The man reached again into his pocket for the matches.But the tremendous cold quickly drove the life out of his fingers.All the matches fell onto the snow.He tried to pick one up, but failed.The man pulled on his glove and again beat his hand against his leg.Then he took the gloves off both hands and picked up all the matches.He gathered them together.Holding them with both hands, he scratched the matches along his leg.They immediately caught fire.He held the blazing matches to a piece of wood.After a while, he became aware that he could smell his hands burning.Then he began to feel the pain.He opened his hands, and the blazing matches fell on to the snow.The flame went out in a puff of gray smoke.The man looked up.The dog was still watching him.The man got an idea.He would kill the dog and bury his hands inside its warm body.When the feeling came back to

his fingers, he could build another fire.He called to the dog.The dog heard danger in the man's voice.It backed away.The man called again.This time the dog came closer.The man reached for his knife.But he had forgotten that he could not bend his fingers.He could not kill the dog, because he could not hold his knife.The fear of death came over the man.He jumped up and began to run.The running began to make him feel better.Maybe running would make his feet warm.If he ran far enough, he would reach his friends at Henderson Creek.They would take care of him.It felt strange to run and not feel his feet when they hit the ground.He fell several times.He decided to rest a while.As he lay in the snow, he noticed that he was not shaking.He could not feel his nose or fingers or feet.Yet, he was feeling quite warm and comfortable.He realized he was going to die.Well, he decided, he might as well take it like a man.There were worse ways to die.The man closed his eyes and floated into the most comfortable sleep he had ever known.The dog sat facing him, waiting.Finally, the dog moved closer to the man and caught the smell of death.The animal threw back its head.It let out a long, soft cry to the cold stars in the black sky.And then it tuned and ran toward Henderson Creek...where it knew there was food and a fire.(MUSIC)

SHEP O'NEAL: You have just heard the AMERICAN STORY called ”To Build a Fire." It was written by Jack London and adapted for Special English by Dona de Sanctis.Your storyteller was Harry Monroe.For VOA Special English, this is Shep O'Neal.

第四篇：徐悲鴻的故事

徐悲鴻的故事

1、生于貧賤的大畫家

著名的美術(shù)家徐悲鴻生于宜興縣一個(gè)窮教書(shū)的人家。父親徐章達(dá)，是個(gè)半耕半讀的村塾老師，也是個(gè)畫師。悲鴻六歲開(kāi)始跟父親讀書(shū)，七歲時(shí)因常常看見(jiàn)父親畫畫，就想學(xué)，可父親認(rèn)為他年紀(jì)太小，不肯教，但他念書(shū)念到卞莊子刺虎的故事時(shí)，就偷偷求人畫一只老虎，自己依著樣子描繪。父親知道兒子實(shí)在喜歡畫，在九歲時(shí)，就讓他每天摹一幅當(dāng)時(shí)流行的《吳友如畫本》，這就是徐悲鴻學(xué)畫的開(kāi)始。

徐悲鴻在十歲時(shí)就能幫父親在畫上不重要的部分染顏色，十七歲便在一家中學(xué)里教圖畫來(lái)幫助家用。十九歲那年，父親逝去，家里負(fù)債很多，弟妹也要供給，他只得在縣里三家學(xué)校擔(dān)任教課來(lái)解決全家的生活。

沉重的家庭擔(dān)子壓不住他上進(jìn)的決心，為了學(xué)美術(shù)，他來(lái)到上海。他曾企圖把畫寄給當(dāng)時(shí)的《小說(shuō)月報(bào)》賣錢，但是被退回。他寄居在一家賭場(chǎng)里，白天用功，晚上等客人散了，才攤開(kāi)鋪蓋在賭桌上睡覺(jué)。

人們都在用鑼鼓迎接新年的時(shí)候，徐悲鴻卻餓著肚子給一家叫做“審美書(shū)館”的出版社用顏色填染單色印刷的雜志封面(那時(shí)印刷術(shù)落后，沒(méi)有彩色印刷，雜志封面是雇人用手工填色的。審美書(shū)館的主辦人，就是著名的嶺南畫派導(dǎo)師高劍父、高奇峰兄弟)。等到他考進(jìn)震旦學(xué)院讀法文的時(shí)候，肚子已經(jīng)空了好幾天。他是穿著死了父親的喪服，噙著眼淚踏進(jìn)了這個(gè)學(xué)校的。

徐悲鴻的作用逐漸受到社會(huì)的注意。除了高劍父兄弟外，當(dāng)時(shí)的文化名人康有為、蔡元培等也給予他鼓勵(lì)和幫助。1917年，二十二歲的青年徐悲鴻已經(jīng)被聘為北京大學(xué)畫法研究會(huì)的導(dǎo)師，又得到北洋政府的教育總長(zhǎng)、大學(xué)者傅增湘(沅叔)先生的幫助，派他到法國(guó)去留學(xué)。

可是出國(guó)不久，因?yàn)閮?nèi)戰(zhàn)，他的經(jīng)濟(jì)來(lái)源就斷絕了。他經(jīng)常飲水啃干面包度日，不間斷地從事每天十小時(shí)以上的勞作，他用功鍛煉素描，臨摹古代的名畫，并努力于國(guó)畫和油畫的創(chuàng)作，還給書(shū)店畫書(shū)籍插圖及與一些散稿來(lái)維持生活。

2、名字的由來(lái)

徐悲鴻原名徐壽康。有一次，他到一位親戚家吃喜酒，許多人都穿著綢衣，唯徐悲鴻卻穿著布大褂，很多人看不起他，對(duì)他十分冷落。后來(lái)他想進(jìn)“洋學(xué)堂”學(xué)習(xí)，為將來(lái)謀生立足，可是他父親拿不出錢，他向別人借錢，誰(shuí)也不借給他。徐悲鴻深感世態(tài)炎涼，悲從中來(lái)，猶如鴻雁哀鳴，遂改名為“悲鴻”。此后決心發(fā)憤繪畫，終于成為一代藝術(shù)大師。

3、留學(xué)生涯

1919年，在蔡元培、傅增湘的幫助下，25歲的徐悲鴻獲公費(fèi)赴法留學(xué)。到達(dá)巴黎后，先在各大博物館仔細(xì)觀摹西方藝術(shù)的精華，比較他們與東方藝術(shù)的不同之處，數(shù)月絕筆不畫。然后入朱里安畫院學(xué)習(xí)素描兩月，后又考入巴黎國(guó)立高等美術(shù)學(xué)校，入弗拉芒格畫室。每次競(jìng)試，都名列前茅。課余，便到盧浮宮和盧林堡美術(shù)館研究大師的作品，臨摹德拉克洛瓦、委拉斯蓋茲、倫勃朗等作品。課余，則到羅浮宮和盧森堡美術(shù)館臨畫。他站在十八世紀(jì)末法國(guó)浪漫主義大師德洛克瓦的巨幅油畫《希阿島的屠殺》前，深深地被激動(dòng)，以致熱淚盈眶，不能自己。1920年冬，法國(guó)大雕塑家唐潑特介紹徐悲鴻認(rèn)識(shí)了法國(guó)國(guó)家畫會(huì)的領(lǐng)袖達(dá)仰，他當(dāng)時(shí)享有很高的威望。從此，徐悲鴻每個(gè)星期天都去聆聽(tīng)達(dá)仰的教導(dǎo)和參加該派藝術(shù)家們的茶會(huì)，深受教益。達(dá)仰勉勵(lì)徐悲鴻說(shuō)：“學(xué)美術(shù)是很苦的事，不要趨慕浮夸，不要甘于微小的成就，”他要徐悲鴻精繪素描，并養(yǎng)成默寫的習(xí)慣。徐悲鴻遵從達(dá)仰的教導(dǎo)，很見(jiàn)功效，于是更加努力。先后有《悵望》、《蕭聲》、《琴課》、《扶貓人像》、《遠(yuǎn)聞》、《馬夫和馬》等杰作問(wèn)世。僅1927年就有9幅作品入選法國(guó)國(guó)家美展，獲得很高的贊譽(yù)。

1921年4月法國(guó)國(guó)家美展開(kāi)幕，徐悲鴻從早至晚仔細(xì)觀摹，走出會(huì)場(chǎng)時(shí)，才發(fā)現(xiàn)外面下著大雪，而他整天未進(jìn)餐，又缺少御寒的大衣，頓時(shí)感到饑寒交迫，腹痛如絞。從此患上了嚴(yán)重的腸痙攣癥。他常強(qiáng)迫自己忍痛作畫，現(xiàn)仍保存的一幅素描上便寫著：“人覽吾畫，焉知吾之為此，每至痛不支也?！?/p>

這年夏天，病更重了，而學(xué)費(fèi)已完全斷絕，他只好去柏林。徐悲鴻在柏林認(rèn)識(shí)了柏林美術(shù)學(xué)院院長(zhǎng)康普，并看到門采爾、綏干第尼及康普的作品，感到在法國(guó)見(jiàn)到的佳作雖多，仍受局限。他最愛(ài)倫勃朗的畫，便去博物院臨摹，每天都持續(xù)畫10個(gè)小時(shí)，其間連一口水也不喝。特別在臨摹倫勃朗第二夫人像時(shí)，下了很大的功夫，覺(jué)得略有收獲但仍不能用在自己的作品上，于是更加努力。

1923年，徐悲鴻回到巴黎后，以油畫《老婦》，第一次入選法國(guó)國(guó)家美展，再謁達(dá)仰。

1927年春，徐悲鴻赴意大利和瑞士，流連于圣彼得寺的名雕和西斯廷教堂米開(kāi)朗基羅的壁畫之前，縱情欣賞了文藝復(fù)興時(shí)代大師們的杰作，并游覽了龐貝古城，領(lǐng)略西方古代藝術(shù)的氣氛。

經(jīng)過(guò)8年國(guó)外勤奮刻苦的學(xué)習(xí)和鉆研，徐悲鴻懷著復(fù)興中國(guó)繪畫的決心，回到久別的祖國(guó)，居上海霞飛坊。

4、徐悲鴻與馬

徐悲鴻以畫馬著稱于工，潑墨寫意或兼工帶寫，塑造了千姿百態(tài)、倜儻灑脫的馬，或奔騰跳躍，或回首長(zhǎng)嘶，或騰空而起，或四蹄生煙。他畫的馬既有西方繪畫中的造型，又有中國(guó)傳統(tǒng)繪畫中的寫意，融中西繪畫于一爐，筆墨酣暢，形神俱足。它那剛勁矯健、剽悍的駿馬，給人以自由和力量的象征，鼓舞人們積極

向上。

他對(duì)馬的肌肉、骨骼以及神情動(dòng)態(tài)，作過(guò)長(zhǎng)期的觀察研究。早在巴黎高等美術(shù)學(xué)校學(xué)習(xí)期間就常常去馬場(chǎng)畫速寫，并精研馬的解剖，積稿盈千。這為他后來(lái)創(chuàng)作各種姿態(tài)的馬，打下了堅(jiān)實(shí)的基礎(chǔ)。徐悲鴻自己也說(shuō)道：“我愛(ài)畫動(dòng)物，皆對(duì)實(shí)物下過(guò)極長(zhǎng)時(shí)間的功夫，即以馬論，速寫稿不下千幅，并學(xué)過(guò)馬的解剖，熟悉馬之骨架肌肉組織，然后詳審其動(dòng)態(tài)及神，方能有得?！睆亩軌虺神R在胸，游刃有余地去捕捉瞬間即逝的動(dòng)能神情，得心應(yīng)手地采用前人不敢涉獵的大角度透視，創(chuàng)作出嶄新的藝術(shù)形象。

由于徐悲鴻經(jīng)常畫馬，他對(duì)馬有一種偏愛(ài)。和馬在一起，聽(tīng)著馬蹄得得，看著馬御風(fēng)奔馳，他覺(jué)得是一種精神享受。他的心仿佛和馬一同馳騁。

廖靜文在《徐悲鴻一生》一書(shū)中回憶，一次在成都坐馬車，馬車夫是一位和善的老人，他愛(ài)馬，馬養(yǎng)得非常好。他舉起鞭子，那匹栗色的年老的牝馬便揚(yáng)起那好看的蹄子，歡快地向前奔馳了。徐悲鴻喜歡這樣待馬的好人，他走下馬車，馬車夫正忙著給馬預(yù)備水和飼料?！斑@個(gè)給你。”徐悲鴻先生忽然對(duì)馬車夫說(shuō)，一面從手提皮包里取出一幅折疊起來(lái)的奔馬畫。這是他昨天晚上才畫好的。

馬車夫迷惑地抬起他那滿是皺紋的前額，瞇細(xì)著眼睛呆望著徐悲鴻，仿佛沒(méi)有聽(tīng)懂他的話?！袄洗鬆?，”廖靜文從旁解釋說(shuō)，“這是一張畫，是送給你的。”馬車夫那雙混濁的眼睛陡然亮起來(lái)，他雙手接過(guò)畫，連聲說(shuō)：“謝謝老爺，謝謝老爺?！瘪R車夫眼角濕潤(rùn)了，“我碰到好人了，今天一早，我看見(jiàn)一只喜鵲飛到我的窗子上，我就想，興許有啥子喜事要來(lái)，可是，我這個(gè)窮老頭兒還能有啥子喜事呢?現(xiàn)在，真靈驗(yàn)啦！”他又嘮叨開(kāi)了，同時(shí)用右手扯起左臂的袖口，擦去已流到面頰上的淚水。

徐悲鴻先生握著馬車夫那雙粗糙得像石頭般的手，連聲說(shuō)著“再見(jiàn)”，才離開(kāi)他走了。

“先生，您為什么突然要給一位不相識(shí)的馬車夫一幅畫呢?何況他又不知道您是誰(shuí)，您是否有點(diǎn)過(guò)分慷慨了?”廖靜文帶著驚異問(wèn)他。

他十分柔和地回答說(shuō)：“因?yàn)槲覑?ài)馬，也愛(ài)善待馬的人。你看這個(gè)馬車夫，既能非常熟練地駕馭，又能視馬如親人。他對(duì)馬的愛(ài)打動(dòng)了我的心，使我受到感動(dòng)，何況他的生活很難呢!”聽(tīng)著徐悲鴻先生的話我也十分感動(dòng)了。

馬，最能反映徐悲鴻個(gè)性，最能表達(dá)他思想感情。徐悲鴻的馬受到人們喜愛(ài)，除了他所下的功夫之外，更重要的是他傾注于其中的感情，并將這種情感化作一種精神，以馬為載體而表現(xiàn)出來(lái)。

馬，在中國(guó)人心目中始終是人才的象征，民族振奮的象征，執(zhí)著于現(xiàn)實(shí)的徐悲鴻翻來(lái)覆去地畫馬，正是有所感而發(fā)，盡抒胸臆。徐悲鴻筆下的馬，從來(lái)不戴韁轡，但在《九方皋》畫面上黑色雌馬，卻例外地戴上韁轡，有人問(wèn)悲鴻這是為什么，悲鴻笑著答道，“馬也和人一樣，愿為知己者用，不愿為昏庸制。”

5、世界的一枝神筆

1934年春天，徐悲鴻到莫斯科國(guó)立博物館舉辦畫展，并為觀眾現(xiàn)場(chǎng)作畫。那天，觀眾把展覽廳擠得水泄不通。徐悲鴻從容地磨墨、鋪紙，轉(zhuǎn)眼之間，一匹活生生的駿馬便出現(xiàn)在紙上了。觀眾被徐悲鴻的高超技藝征服了，大廳里響起雷鳴般的掌聲。這時(shí)候，一位身材魁梧的元帥撥開(kāi)人群，走到徐悲鴻面前，彬彬有禮地說(shuō)：

“徐先生，我能要這幅畫嗎？不然，我會(huì)發(fā)瘋的！”

徐悲鴻被這位元帥的誠(chéng)意感動(dòng)了，他點(diǎn)頭微笑，揮筆題上字，把這幅畫送給了元帥。元帥高興得像打了勝仗似的，和徐悲鴻熱烈擁抱，大聲稱贊道：“徐先生，你不但是東方的一枝神筆，而且是世界的一枝神筆。你筆下的馬，比我騎過(guò)的那些戰(zhàn)馬更壯美！”

6、與課文內(nèi)容相關(guān)的徐悲鴻的故事

徐悲鴻是我國(guó)杰出的畫家。1919年到1927年，他在歐洲一些國(guó)家留學(xué)。當(dāng)時(shí)的中國(guó)，軍閥混戰(zhàn)，貧窮落后，在世界上沒(méi)有地位，在外國(guó)的中國(guó)留學(xué)生常受到一些人的歧視。

有一次，許多留學(xué)生在一起聚會(huì)，一個(gè)滿身散發(fā)著酒氣的外國(guó)學(xué)生站起來(lái)，惡毒地說(shuō)：“中國(guó)人又蠢又笨，只配當(dāng)亡國(guó)奴，就是把他們送到天堂里去深造，也成不了才！”坐在一旁的徐悲鴻被激怒了，他走到這個(gè)洋學(xué)生面前，大聲說(shuō)：“先生，你不是說(shuō)中國(guó)人不行嗎？那么，我代表我的祖國(guó)，你代表你的國(guó)家，我們比一比，等學(xué)習(xí)結(jié)業(yè)時(shí)，看看到底誰(shuí)是人才，誰(shuí)是蠢材！”

從此，徐悲鴻學(xué)習(xí)得更勤奮了。他到巴黎各大博物館去臨摹世界名畫的時(shí)候，常常是帶上一塊面包一壺水，一去就是一整天，不到閉館的時(shí)間不出來(lái)。法國(guó)畫家達(dá)仰非常喜歡徐悲鴻，他從這個(gè)中國(guó)青年身上，看到了中國(guó)人民的堅(jiān)強(qiáng)毅力。他主動(dòng)邀請(qǐng)徐悲鴻到家做客，在他畫室里畫畫，并親自給徐悲鴻指導(dǎo)。

有志者，事竟成。徐悲鴻進(jìn)入巴黎國(guó)立高等美術(shù)學(xué)校后在幾次競(jìng)賽和考試中獲得了第一名。1924年，他的油畫在巴黎展出時(shí)，轟動(dòng)了巴黎美術(shù)界。這時(shí)，那個(gè)在大家面前大罵中國(guó)人無(wú)能的洋學(xué)生，不得不承認(rèn)自己不是中國(guó)人的對(duì)手。

第五篇：名人故事

說(shuō)的都是戰(zhàn)勝挫敗戰(zhàn)勝殘疾的巴雷尼 巴雷尼小時(shí)候因病成了殘疾，母親的心就像刀絞一樣，但她還是強(qiáng)忍住自己的悲痛。她想，孩子現(xiàn)在最需要的是鼓勵(lì)和幫助，而不是媽媽的眼淚。母親來(lái)到巴雷尼的病床前，拉著他的手說(shuō)：“孩子，媽媽相信你是個(gè)有志氣的人，希望你能用自己的雙腿，在人生的道路上勇敢地走下去！好巴雷尼，你能夠答應(yīng)媽媽嗎？” 母親的話，像鐵錘一樣撞擊著巴雷尼的心扉，他“哇”地一聲，撲到母親懷里大哭起來(lái)。從那以后，媽媽只要一有空，就給巴雷尼練習(xí)走路，做體操，常常累得滿頭大汗。有一次媽媽得了重感冒，她想，做母親的不僅要言傳，還要身教。盡管發(fā)著高燒，她還是下床按計(jì)劃幫助巴雷尼練習(xí)走路。黃豆般的汗水從媽媽臉上淌下來(lái)，她用干毛巾擦擦，咬緊牙，硬是幫巴雷尼完成了當(dāng)天的鍛煉計(jì)劃。體育鍛煉彌補(bǔ)了由于殘疾給巴雷尼帶來(lái)的不便。母親的榜樣作用，更是深深教育了巴雷尼，他終于經(jīng)受住了命運(yùn)給他的嚴(yán)酷打擊。他刻苦學(xué)習(xí)，學(xué)習(xí)成績(jī)一直在班上名列前茅。最后，以優(yōu)異的成績(jī)考進(jìn)了維也納大學(xué)醫(yī)學(xué)院。大學(xué)畢業(yè)后，巴雷尼以全部精力，致力于耳科神經(jīng)學(xué)的研究。最后，終于登上了諾貝爾生理學(xué)和醫(yī)學(xué)獎(jiǎng)的領(lǐng)獎(jiǎng)臺(tái)。

廖昌永——這一響鐺鐺的名字，為我們中國(guó)人在世界歌唱家中搏得了地位，你可知道他原來(lái)是農(nóng)民的兒子，廖昌永7歲那年，父親病故了，這對(duì)本來(lái)就十分貧困的廖昌永來(lái)說(shuō)，無(wú)疑是雪上加霜，上學(xué)后，廖昌永漸漸地喜歡上了音樂(lè)，他對(duì)音樂(lè)的最初了解，來(lái)自于農(nóng)村的大喇叭，每天清晨村頭電線桿的喇叭里傳出的歌聲，如同細(xì)雨一樣，滋潤(rùn)著他那顆熱愛(ài)音樂(lè)的心。從此，廖昌永不放棄任何學(xué)習(xí)音樂(lè)的機(jī)會(huì)。雖然他也曾失敗過(guò)，但音樂(lè)那優(yōu)美的旋律一次次漫濕了他枯干的心靈，最終他從陰影中走出來(lái)了，成為一個(gè)著名的男高音歌唱家。

你一定久仰過(guò)著名作家——張海迪的大名吧！她是怎樣從一名殘疾人成為一位赫赫有名的人呢？她是怎么克服困難與挫折的呢？帶著一連串的疑問(wèn)，讓我們一起走進(jìn)她的童年吧??.。在五歲時(shí)，這個(gè)只能用畫筆來(lái)描繪一串串夢(mèng)想的時(shí)候，厄運(yùn)就無(wú)情地降臨在他身上，殘酷的剝奪了她的自由。她因患脊髓血管瘤造成高位截癱，從此變成了一個(gè)殘疾兒童，她的美好人生就從此毀滅了嗎？不！我們的張海迪在殘酷的命運(yùn)面前，她沒(méi)有沮喪和沉淪，而是以頑強(qiáng)的毅力和恒心與疾病做斗爭(zhēng)，經(jīng)受了嚴(yán)峻的考驗(yàn)，圓了她的輪椅夢(mèng)！

華羅庚。初中畢業(yè)后，華羅庚曾入上海中華職業(yè)學(xué)校就讀，因?qū)W費(fèi)而中途退學(xué)，故一生只有初中畢業(yè)文憑。

此后，他開(kāi)始頑強(qiáng)自學(xué)，他用5年時(shí)間學(xué)完了高中和大學(xué)低年級(jí)的全部數(shù)學(xué)課程。1928年，他不幸染上傷寒病，靠妻子的照料得以挽回性命，卻落下左腿殘疾。20歲時(shí)，他以一篇論文轟動(dòng)數(shù)學(xué)界，被清華大學(xué)請(qǐng)去工作。

孫臏被龐涓謀害挖去雙臏，在斷腿之痛中崛起而不是沮喪，最終成為著名軍事家。

南朝的祖沖之，在當(dāng)時(shí)極其簡(jiǎn)陋的條件下，靠一片片小竹片進(jìn)行大量復(fù)雜的計(jì)算，一遍又一遍，歷經(jīng)無(wú)數(shù)次失敗，終于在世界上第一個(gè)把圓周率精確到小數(shù)點(diǎn)后第七位。

司馬遷：經(jīng)受宮刑和牢獄之災(zāi)的磨難，卻沒(méi)有自暴自棄，寫出了名垂千古的歷史巨著《史記》。

屈原:小時(shí)侯不顧長(zhǎng)輩的反對(duì)，不論刮風(fēng)下雨，天寒地凍，躲到山洞里偷讀《詩(shī)經(jīng)》。經(jīng)過(guò)整整三年，他熟讀了《詩(shī)經(jīng)》305篇，從這些民歌民謠中吸收了豐富的營(yíng)養(yǎng)，終于成為一位偉大詩(shī)人

錢學(xué)森, 浙江省杭州市人，1911年生，男，中共黨員，空氣動(dòng)力學(xué)家，中國(guó)科學(xué)院院士，中國(guó)工程院院士。1934年畢業(yè)于上海交通大學(xué)，1935年赴美國(guó)麻省理工學(xué)院留學(xué)，翌年獲碩士學(xué)位，后入加州理工學(xué)院，1939年獲航空、數(shù)學(xué)博士學(xué)位后留校任教并從事應(yīng)用力學(xué)和火箭導(dǎo)彈研究。1955年回國(guó)后，歷任中國(guó)科學(xué)院力學(xué)所所長(zhǎng)，國(guó)防部第五研究院副院長(zhǎng)、院長(zhǎng)，七機(jī)部副部長(zhǎng)，國(guó)防科委副主任，國(guó)防科工委科技委副主任，第3屆中國(guó)科協(xié)主席，第6至8屆全國(guó)政協(xié)副主席，中共第9至12屆中央候補(bǔ)委員?，F(xiàn)任中國(guó)人民解放軍總裝備部科技委高級(jí)顧問(wèn)，中國(guó)科學(xué)技術(shù)協(xié)會(huì)名譽(yù)主席。

1956年提出《建立我國(guó)國(guó)防航空工業(yè)意見(jiàn)書(shū)》，最先為中國(guó)火箭導(dǎo)彈技術(shù)的發(fā)展提出了極為重要的實(shí)施方案。協(xié)助周恩來(lái)、聶榮臻籌備組建火箭導(dǎo)彈研制機(jī)構(gòu)——國(guó)防部第五研究院，1956年10月任該院院長(zhǎng)。此后長(zhǎng)期擔(dān)任我國(guó)火箭導(dǎo)彈和航天器研制的技術(shù)領(lǐng)導(dǎo)職務(wù)，并以他在總體、動(dòng)力、制導(dǎo)、氣動(dòng)力、結(jié)構(gòu)、材料、計(jì)算機(jī)、質(zhì)量控制和科技管理等領(lǐng)域的豐富知識(shí)，為中國(guó)火箭導(dǎo)彈和航天事業(yè)的創(chuàng)建與發(fā)展作出了杰出的貢獻(xiàn)。1957年獲中國(guó)科學(xué)院自然科學(xué)一等獎(jiǎng)，1979年獲美國(guó)加州理工學(xué)院杰出校友獎(jiǎng)，1985年獲國(guó)家科技進(jìn)步獎(jiǎng)特等獎(jiǎng)。1989年獲小羅克維爾獎(jiǎng)?wù)潞褪澜缂?jí)科學(xué)與工程名人稱號(hào)，1991年被國(guó)務(wù)院、中央軍委授予“國(guó)家杰出貢獻(xiàn)科學(xué)家”榮譽(yù)稱號(hào)和一級(jí)英模獎(jiǎng)?wù)隆?/p>