第一篇：徐悲鴻慧眼識才名人故事

徐悲鴻是在近代中國美術界有重要影響的畫家，他同時又是一位杰出的藝術教育家。他一生為人正派豁達，慧眼識才，不遺余力地培養和幫助了數以千計的美術人才。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眼光和一顆愛才之心。

徐悲鴻是1933年在南昌發現傅抱石的。當時，徐悲鴻正任南京中央大學藝術系教授，發現人才，培養人才，正是他的責任和追求。

那年夏天，徐悲鴻帶著自己的學生到廬山寫生，歸來時途經南昌。他只是小住幾天，就這樣寓所每天都有很多人前來造訪，只要有空閑，他都熱心接待，這其中以青年美術愛好者居多。一天上午，一個看上去瘦弱的年輕人前來拜訪他。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衫，腋下夾著個小包袱。徐悲鴻請他坐下。他沒坐，而是小心地打開包袱，拿出來幾塊圖章和幾張畫。徐悲鴻看了圖章的拓片，讓他大為驚奇，這些圖章非常精美，完全有藝術家的水準。徐悲鴻拿在手里反復欣賞，細看邊款署名是：趙之謙。徐悲鴻納悶了，就問道：“這些圖章……”年輕人面露愧色，喃喃地說：“是我仿的。為了生活，我仿趙之謙的圖章賣。”徐悲鴻說：“你完全不必要仿。你自己刻得很好嘛！”年輕人沒有再說什么。徐悲鴻又看了他的畫。他畫的是山水，張幅不大，卻氣勢恢宏。才一層卷，仿佛有一股靈氣撲來。徐悲鴻對著畫幅，久久凝視。徐悲鴻被年輕人的藝術才氣征服了。

徐悲鴻問：“你現在做什么事？”

年輕人回答：“在小學里為別人代課?！?/p>

徐悲鴻又問：“你進過美術學校？”

年輕人回答：“沒有。我是自學的?！?/p>

徐悲鴻請年輕人坐下，又問了些學畫方面的事情，并要他再拿一些畫來看看。白天人太多，叫他晚上來。臨走的時候，徐悲鴻請年輕人留下名字。

年輕人回答：“傅抱石?！?/p>

傅抱石回到家里，簡直像范進中了舉人一般，對著妻子高叫著：“見到了！見到了！”并讓妻子把家里的畫都找出來，激動地說：“悲鴻大師要看?！彼舫鲎约罕容^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間，傅抱石便急匆匆地來到徐悲鴻的住處。徐悲鴻不在。有人告訴他：“徐先生留了話，晚上去赴個約會，10點鐘才回來?！备当驹陂T口，一直等到10點鐘。果然，徐悲鴻回來了。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他的畫的看法。他甚至想以此來判斷自己選了美術這條路究竟是對還是錯。他的父母沒有給他留下什么，小小年紀就為生計奔波，曾在一個修傘匠那里當學徒，挑著擔子，走街串巷。僅僅憑著自己的愛好，他練習刻字，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，他又學治印，學畫畫。他是想把自己的未來，付給水墨丹青的。但是，南昌雖然是大畫家八大山人居住過的地方，而今日卻找不到一位能夠指津引路的人。他已經29歲了。俗話說三十而立，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到巷口有人說話，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：“來了！來了！大師來了！”說著就沖了出去。把冒雨來訪的徐悲鴻接進屋來。這時，妻子不見了，他叫了兩聲，也不見妻子答應。他沒多考慮，忙把徐悲鴻讓在床邊坐下。他不知道說什么好，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：“傅先生的畫，我都看了。頂頂好！頂頂好！”傅抱石此時激動得不知道該說什么好。

徐悲鴻又說：“你應該去留學，去深造，你的前途不可限量?！备当袷窃谧鰤簦恢撛趺椿卮?。徐悲鴻環視了這間簡陋的屋子，又看了傅抱石窘迫的神色，明白了一切，接著說：“經費困難，我給你想辦法?？倳修k法的。你愿意到法國去嗎？”傅抱石激動得幾乎失聲。

這時，櫥門響了，出來一個人。徐悲鴻嚇了一跳。傅抱石也很奇怪。原來出來的人正是傅抱石的妻子，因怕見大師而藏到櫥子里。傅抱石正想責怪妻子，妻子已伸手拉著傅抱石，一起跪在徐悲鴻面前，說：“您老對抱石的恩德我們來生也報答不了。請受我夫妻三拜?！毙毂櫦泵ζ鹕頂v起傅家夫婦。

為了傅抱石留學的經費，徐悲鴻去找當時的“江西省主席”熊式輝。徐悲鴻對熊式輝說：“南昌出了個傅抱石，是你們江西的榮譽。你們應該拿出一筆錢，讓他深造。”正忙于政務的熊式輝當然不會對這事感興趣，徐悲鴻拿出一張畫來，說：“我的這張畫留下來，就算你們買了我一張畫吧。”經過在場的人勸說，熊式輝勉強同意出一筆錢。但這筆錢不夠傅抱石去法國留學的費用。傅抱石只好改去日本。

傅抱石后來的成就證明，徐悲鴻沒有把人看錯。傅抱石常對人說：“沒有悲鴻大師，就沒有我傅抱石?！?/p>

第二篇：徐悲鴻小故事

徐悲鴻小故事

自此，徐悲鴻與書畫結下不解之緣，并將自己的一生毫無保留地交給了繪畫。19世紀末20災人禍接連不斷。1908年，徐悲鴻的家鄉連降暴雨，莊稼悉遭吞噬。萬般無奈之下，年僅13歲的徐悲鴻跟著父親到鄰近的縣鎮鬻字賣畫，以謀全家生計。流浪江湖的賣畫生涯因徐達章身染重病而中止，徐悲鴻扶著全身浮腫的父親回到了家鄉，作為長子，他挑起了家庭的重擔。不久，父親去逝，家里卻連一文安葬費也沒有。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歲的他過早地體會到了生存的艱辛和人世的無常。的徐悲鴻時，就悄悄對徐子明說：“此人完全還是個孩子，豈能工作？”最后因身無分文而被旅館老板趕出大門。在極度失望中，他回到了家鄉。然而在貧窮的農村，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，答應讓他為中小學教科書畫插圖。但第二天，當他再次來到商務印書館時，又被告知國文部另一個主事人認為他的畫不合格，剛燃起的希望之火又被澆滅了。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，從此萬事皆休，但想到家鄉的鄉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，原來是商務印書館里的小職員黃警頑。徐悲鴻離開商務印書館時的絕望之態使這位熱心人放心不下，于是一路尾隨而來，果然見他要尋短見，趕忙及時制止了他。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，徐悲鴻暫時有了棲身之所。后來應腸胃病而死徐悲鴻，宜興屺亭鎮人。6歲開始跟父親除達章讀書，9歲就讀完了《四書》、《左傳》。這時，他的父親開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、母親種桑養蠶補貼家用外，還耕種7畝田，故徐悲鴻

自幼就參加農業勞動。

第三篇：江澤民同志在“七一”講話中指出領導干部要有識才的慧眼`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

著名的美術家徐悲鴻生于宜興縣一個窮教書的人家。父親徐章達，是個半耕半讀的村塾老師，也是個畫師。悲鴻六歲開始跟父親讀書，七歲時因常?？匆姼赣H畫畫，就想學，可父親認為他年紀太小，不肯教，但他念書念到卞莊子刺虎的故事時，就偷偷求人畫一只老虎，自己依著樣子描繪。父親知道兒子實在喜歡畫，在九歲時，就讓他每天摹一幅當時流行的《吳友如畫本》，這就是徐悲鴻學畫的開始。

徐悲鴻在十歲時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里教圖畫來幫助家用。十九歲那年，父親逝去，家里負債很多，弟妹也要供給，他只得在縣里三家學校擔任教課來解決全家的生活。

沉重的家庭擔子壓不住他上進的決心，為了學美術，他來到上海。他曾企圖把畫寄給當時的《小說月報》賣錢，但是被退回。他寄居在一家賭場里，白天用功，晚上等客人散了，才攤開鋪蓋在賭桌上睡覺。

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

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

可是出國不久，因為內戰，他的經濟來源就斷絕了。他經常飲水啃干面包度日，不間斷地從事每天十小時以上的勞作，他用功鍛煉素描，臨摹古代的名畫，并努力于國畫和油畫的創作，還給書店畫書籍插圖及與一些散稿來維持生活。

2、名字的由來

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，對他十分冷落。后來他想進“洋學堂”學習，為將來謀生立足，可是他父親拿不出錢，他向別人借錢，誰也不借給他。徐悲鴻深感世態炎涼，悲從中來，猶如鴻雁哀鳴，遂改名為“悲鴻”。此后決心發憤繪畫，終于成為一代藝術大師。

3、留學生涯

1919年，在蔡元培、傅增湘的幫助下，25歲的徐悲鴻獲公費赴法留學。到達巴黎后，先在各大博物館仔細觀摹西方藝術的精華，比較他們與東方藝術的不同之處，數月絕筆不畫。然后入朱里安畫院學習素描兩月，后又考入巴黎國立高等美術學校，入弗拉芒格畫室。每次競試，都名列前茅。課余，便到盧浮宮和盧林堡美術館研究大師的作品，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館臨畫。他站在十八世紀末法國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，以致熱淚盈眶，不能自己。1920年冬，法國大雕塑家唐潑特介紹徐悲鴻認識了法國國家畫會的領袖達仰，他當時享有很高的威望。從此，徐悲鴻每個星期天都去聆聽達仰的教導和參加該派藝術家們的茶會，深受教益。達仰勉勵徐悲鴻說：“學美術是很苦的事，不要趨慕浮夸，不要甘于微小的成就，”他要徐悲鴻精繪素描，并養成默寫的習慣。徐悲鴻遵從達仰的教導，很見功效，于是更加努力。先后有《悵望》、《蕭聲》、《琴課》、《扶貓人像》、《遠聞》、《馬夫和馬》等杰作問世。僅1927年就有9幅作品入選法國國家美展，獲得很高的贊譽。

1921年4月法國國家美展開幕，徐悲鴻從早至晚仔細觀摹，走出會場時，才發現外面下著大雪，而他整天未進餐，又缺少御寒的大衣，頓時感到饑寒交迫，腹痛如絞。從此患上了嚴重的腸痙攣癥。他常強迫自己忍痛作畫，現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。”

這年夏天，病更重了，而學費已完全斷絕，他只好去柏林。徐悲鴻在柏林認識了柏林美術學院院長康普，并看到門采爾、綏干第尼及康普的作品，感到在法國見到的佳作雖多，仍受局限。他最愛倫勃朗的畫，便去博物院臨摹，每天都持續畫10個小時，其間連一口水也不喝。特別在臨摹倫勃朗第二夫人像時，下了很大的功夫，覺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》，第一次入選法國國家美展，再謁達仰。

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朗基羅的壁畫之前，縱情欣賞了文藝復興時代大師們的杰作，并游覽了龐貝古城，領略西方古代藝術的氣氛。

經過8年國外勤奮刻苦的學習和鉆研，徐悲鴻懷著復興中國繪畫的決心，回到久別的祖國，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、倜儻灑脫的馬，或奔騰跳躍，或回首長嘶，或騰空而起，或四蹄生煙。他畫的馬既有西方繪畫中的造型，又有中國傳統繪畫中的寫意，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。

他對馬的肌肉、骨骼以及神情動態，作過長期的觀察研究。早在巴黎高等美術學校學習期間就常常去馬場畫速寫，并精研馬的解剖，積稿盈千。這為他后來創作各種姿態的馬，打下了堅實的基礎。徐悲鴻自己也說道：“我愛畫動物，皆對實物下過極長時間的功夫，即以馬論，速寫稿不下千幅，并學過馬的解剖，熟悉馬之骨架肌肉組織，然后詳審其動態及神，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能神情，得心應手地采用前人不敢涉獵的大角度透視，創作出嶄新的藝術形象。

由于徐悲鴻經常畫馬，他對馬有一種偏愛。和馬在一起，聽著馬蹄得得，看著馬御風奔馳，他覺得是一種精神享受。他的心仿佛和馬一同馳騁。

廖靜文在《徐悲鴻一生》一書中回憶，一次在成都坐馬車，馬車夫是一位和善的老人，他愛馬，馬養得非常好。他舉起鞭子，那匹栗色的年老的牝馬便揚起那好看的蹄子，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備水和飼料。“這個給你?！毙毂櫹壬鋈粚︸R車夫說，一面從手提皮包里取出一幅折疊起來的奔馬畫。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，瞇細著眼睛呆望著徐悲鴻，仿佛沒有聽懂他的話?！袄洗鬆?，”廖靜文從旁解釋說，“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，他雙手接過畫，連聲說：“謝謝老爺，謝謝老爺?！瘪R車夫眼角濕潤了，“我碰到好人了，今天一早，我看見一只喜鵲飛到我的窗子上，我就想，興許有啥子喜事要來，可是，我這個窮老頭兒還能有啥子喜事呢?現在，真靈驗啦！”他又嘮叨開了，同時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，連聲說著“再見”，才離開他走了。

“先生，您為什么突然要給一位不相識的馬車夫一幅畫呢?何況他又不知道您是誰，您是否有點過分慷慨了?”廖靜文帶著驚異問他。

他十分柔和地回答說：“因為我愛馬，也愛善待馬的人。你看這個馬車夫，既能非常熟練地駕馭，又能視馬如親人。他對馬的愛打動了我的心，使我受到感動，何況他的生活很難呢!”聽著徐悲鴻先生的話我也十分感動了。

馬，最能反映徐悲鴻個性，最能表達他思想感情。徐悲鴻的馬受到人們喜愛，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，以馬為載體而表現出來。

馬，在中國人心目中始終是人才的象征，民族振奮的象征，執著于現實的徐悲鴻翻來覆去地畫馬，正是有所感而發，盡抒胸臆。徐悲鴻筆下的馬，從來不戴韁轡，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，徐悲鴻到莫斯科國立博物館舉辦畫展，并為觀眾現場作畫。那天，觀眾把展覽廳擠得水泄不通。徐悲鴻從容地磨墨、鋪紙，轉眼之間，一匹活生生的駿馬便出現在紙上了。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。這時候，一位身材魁梧的元帥撥開人群，走到徐悲鴻面前，彬彬有禮地說：

“徐先生，我能要這幅畫嗎？不然，我會發瘋的！”

徐悲鴻被這位元帥的誠意感動了，他點頭微笑，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，比我騎過的那些戰馬更壯美！”

6、與課文內容相關的徐悲鴻的故事

徐悲鴻是我國杰出的畫家。1919年到1927年，他在歐洲一些國家留學。當時的中國，軍閥混戰，貧窮落后，在世界上沒有地位，在外國的中國留學生常受到一些人的歧視。

有一次，許多留學生在一起聚會，一個滿身散發著酒氣的外國學生站起來，惡毒地說：“中國人又蠢又笨，只配當亡國奴，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，他走到這個洋學生面前，大聲說：“先生，你不是說中國人不行嗎？那么，我代表我的祖國，你代表你的國家，我們比一比，等學習結業時，看看到底誰是人才，誰是蠢材！”

從此，徐悲鴻學習得更勤奮了。他到巴黎各大博物館去臨摹世界名畫的時候，常常是帶上一塊面包一壺水，一去就是一整天，不到閉館的時間不出來。法國畫家達仰非常喜歡徐悲鴻，他從這個中國青年身上，看到了中國人民的堅強毅力。他主動邀請徐悲鴻到家做客，在他畫室里畫畫，并親自給徐悲鴻指導。

有志者，事竟成。徐悲鴻進入巴黎國立高等美術學校后在幾次競賽和考試中獲得了第一名。1924年，他的油畫在巴黎展出時，轟動了巴黎美術界。這時，那個在大家面前大罵中國人無能的洋學生，不得不承認自己不是中國人的對手。

第五篇：名人故事

說的都是戰勝挫敗戰勝殘疾的巴雷尼 巴雷尼小時候因病成了殘疾，母親的心就像刀絞一樣，但她還是強忍住自己的悲痛。她想，孩子現在最需要的是鼓勵和幫助，而不是媽媽的眼淚。母親來到巴雷尼的病床前，拉著他的手說：“孩子，媽媽相信你是個有志氣的人，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。從那以后，媽媽只要一有空，就給巴雷尼練習走路，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。盡管發著高燒，她還是下床按計劃幫助巴雷尼練習走路。黃豆般的汗水從媽媽臉上淌下來，她用干毛巾擦擦，咬緊牙，硬是幫巴雷尼完成了當天的鍛煉計劃。體育鍛煉彌補了由于殘疾給巴雷尼帶來的不便。母親的榜樣作用，更是深深教育了巴雷尼，他終于經受住了命運給他的嚴酷打擊。他刻苦學習，學習成績一直在班上名列前茅。最后，以優異的成績考進了維也納大學醫學院。大學畢業后，巴雷尼以全部精力，致力于耳科神經學的研究。最后，終于登上了諾貝爾生理學和醫學獎的領獎臺。

廖昌永——這一響鐺鐺的名字，為我們中國人在世界歌唱家中搏得了地位，你可知道他原來是農民的兒子，廖昌永7歲那年，父親病故了，這對本來就十分貧困的廖昌永來說，無疑是雪上加霜，上學后，廖昌永漸漸地喜歡上了音樂，他對音樂的最初了解，來自于農村的大喇叭，每天清晨村頭電線桿的喇叭里傳出的歌聲，如同細雨一樣，滋潤著他那顆熱愛音樂的心。從此，廖昌永不放棄任何學習音樂的機會。雖然他也曾失敗過，但音樂那優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了，成為一個著名的男高音歌唱家。

你一定久仰過著名作家——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，讓我們一起走進她的童年吧??.。在五歲時，這個只能用畫筆來描繪一串串夢想的時候，厄運就無情地降臨在他身上，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面前，她沒有沮喪和沉淪，而是以頑強的毅力和恒心與疾病做斗爭，經受了嚴峻的考驗，圓了她的輪椅夢！

華羅庚。初中畢業后，華羅庚曾入上海中華職業學校就讀，因學費而中途退學，故一生只有初中畢業文憑。

此后，他開始頑強自學，他用5年時間學完了高中和大學低年級的全部數學課程。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，他以一篇論文轟動數學界，被清華大學請去工作。

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，在當時極其簡陋的條件下，靠一片片小竹片進行大量復雜的計算，一遍又一遍，歷經無數次失敗，終于在世界上第一個把圓周率精確到小數點后第七位。

司馬遷：經受宮刑和牢獄之災的磨難，卻沒有自暴自棄，寫出了名垂千古的歷史巨著《史記》。

屈原:小時侯不顧長輩的反對，不論刮風下雨，天寒地凍，躲到山洞里偷讀《詩經》。經過整整三年，他熟讀了《詩經》305篇，從這些民歌民謠中吸收了豐富的營養，終于成為一位偉大詩人

錢學森, 浙江省杭州市人，1911年生，男，中共黨員，空氣動力學家，中國科學院院士，中國工程院院士。1934年畢業于上海交通大學，1935年赴美國麻省理工學院留學，翌年獲碩士學位，后入加州理工學院，1939年獲航空、數學博士學位后留校任教并從事應用力學和火箭導彈研究。1955年回國后，歷任中國科學院力學所所長，國防部第五研究院副院長、院長，七機部副部長，國防科委副主任，國防科工委科技委副主任，第3屆中國科協主席，第6至8屆全國政協副主席，中共第9至12屆中央候補委員。現任中國人民解放軍總裝備部科技委高級顧問，中國科學技術協會名譽主席。

1956年提出《建立我國國防航空工業意見書》，最先為中國火箭導彈技術的發展提出了極為重要的實施方案。協助周恩來、聶榮臻籌備組建火箭導彈研制機構——國防部第五研究院，1956年10月任該院院長。此后長期擔任我國火箭導彈和航天器研制的技術領導職務，并以他在總體、動力、制導、氣動力、結構、材料、計算機、質量控制和科技管理等領域的豐富知識，為中國火箭導彈和航天事業的創建與發展作出了杰出的貢獻。1957年獲中國科學院自然科學一等獎，1979年獲美國加州理工學院杰出校友獎，1985年獲國家科技進步獎特等獎。1989年獲小羅克維爾獎章和世界級科學與工程名人稱號，1991年被國務院、中央軍委授予“國家杰出貢獻科學家”榮譽稱號和一級英模獎章。