In daily life or work and study, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Through compositions, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the first grade composition of the story in the photos that I carefully compiled. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. The Story in the Photo - Grade 1 Composition 1
In my memory, there is such a very unforgettable photo. This photo was found by my mother one night. It was found in a particularly inconspicuous place. It is different from all the photos in my home. It is very unique. The difference is that this photo was not taken Not for people, but for taking pictures of animals.
The scene in this photo is like this: a puppy is lying lazily on a balcony paved with marble, and there are two small pine trees behind it. If you compare this scene to a fairy tale scene , that puppy is a king, lying on the ground, and the two little squirrels behind are two loyal guards or soldiers, protecting the king's personal safety. The puppy's hair is snow-white, as if It is covered with a large cotton-padded jacket made of polar bear skin. Its ears are pointed, like two triangles. Its mouth is semi-elliptical, its nose is a black, inverted triangle, and its eyes are like Two big black pearls, very beautiful, its legs are short, its tail is like a thick rope, its belly is fat, it is a veritable "little chubby" and there are some red spots on its belly Tiny pimples.
The puppy was originally very lively, but unfortunately, the good times did not last long because we moved to a new home and grandma did not allow it to be taken to the new home. It stays alone in its hometown. Because I have to go to school and have no time to feed. Grandma and the others come over occasionally to feed her. Maybe it’s because it’s so depressing to have no one around. His lifespan ended early. If I could choose it once, I would definitely want to take it with me. I will choose to love him again.
This photo is very precious in my eyes. I will miss it dearly. My cute puppy. The Story in the Photo - Grade 1 Composition 2
There is a photo in my photo frame. In the photo, there is a vast expanse of white snow. My brother, sister and I are trying our best to suck milk. Pushing the snowball, we were all smiling from ear to ear in the photo. Every time I see that photo, it reminds me of the snowballing scene in Guiyang during last winter vacation.
Last winter vacation, I went to my aunt’s house to play, and the heavy snow that had fallen for several days finally stopped. My mother took my brothers and sisters and me to play in the Women's and Children's Activity Center. Grandma was also very childlike and went to play with us. There are few people here, except for the endless white snow, there are very few pedestrians. There is a thick layer of white snow in the square and flower beds. Every step you take will leave a deep footprint behind you.
Looking at this beautiful scenery, I couldn't wait to shout: "Let's have a snowball fight!" My sister and I were in a group, and my brother and my mother were in a group. My sister is responsible for making snowballs, and I am responsible for smashing them. My brother is so cunning. He can cleverly avoid the snowballs I throw every time, but I am not so lucky and get hit on the head several times. I angrily picked up another snowball and hit my brother on the head. Seeing that the situation was not good, my brother ran away quickly. I chased after me hard. Suddenly, my foot slipped and I fell into a "mouth chewing snow". I sat on the snow and started crying. My brother ran over and said to me: "Okay, okay, don't cry, let's Let's play snowballing!" I listened, stopped crying, and each of my brother and I made a snowball, and then pushed the snowball and rolled it slowly. The snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and I said to my brother: "Wouldn't it be bigger if we put the snowballs together?" My brother agreed, and we rolled the two snowballs together, and the snowballs also rolled bigger and bigger. , gradually became taller than me. My sister hurriedly came to help, and grandma and mother also joined in. At this time, the snowball was already as big as a single sofa, and we couldn't roll it even with all our strength.
My aunt took out the camera and clicked it, and took a photo of us rolling the snowball. In the photo, my face was red, and I was pushing the snowball hard! The story in the photo First Grade Composition 3
I silently lamented in my heart that time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by suddenly. Huanshan stared at the photos on the table and cabinet, his eyes were dull, and he slowly walked to Zhou Gui. Standing on tiptoes, the Prime Minister held the table with one hand and took out the photo from the cabinet.
After the heavy rain, the colors of the earth have been washed away by sunny days, but the only color that has not been washed is the color of the photos. Behind each photo, there is a lot of joy and reluctant sorrow. Photos freeze a certain moment in time and let us savor the past carefully.
After a brief period of writing at the airport, the weak but dazzling sunshine finally came. The flowers and plants in the flower bed that had just been washed by wind and rain were now full of vitality. Some of the stagnant water in the playground bottle exists in a pit of broken tiles, reflected in the golden water as sunlight hits it. The blue sky and pure white clouds show off the fresh air, and everything feels so beautiful.
I am very familiar with my alma mater, which I have lived in for six years. Facing the prospect of saying goodbye to my alma mater, I still feel reluctant to leave, but no matter what, we will eventually face farewell. In the afternoon, I asked for a graduation photo to bring a successful end to my primary school life.
Although we often talk about how good it is to be in junior high school or to graduate soon, in fact, each of us knows that we mean what we say. We line up in a neat line in our lives, and we no longer run after each other. But Fan Mengluo's foot is recovering. Every time he takes a step, the time we spend together is shortened. We take every step carefully and cherish it.
When we saw our classmates standing in a row in order, the girls were squatting and crawling in front. The teacher was sitting in the seat, and they were squatting in three rows and standing in four rows with their heads held high. The photographer called "Look at the camera." , one two three”, the faces of everyone on the button were frozen in the photo.
The students’ forced smiles were removed and replaced with tears in their eyes. However, the students all competed with each other to show off their heads. Sister Yang forced it. Hold back the tears and comfort the other person.
I forgot about the photos for a long time, and finally couldn’t bear to put them back. Now I am full of sadness. The photos record our innocence, cuteness and innocence at that time. Stories in Photos - Grade 1 Composition 4
Opening my childhood photo album, each precious photo opened up my dusty memories. As I was flipping through the pages, a brightly colored photo suddenly caught my eye. It was so ordinary and so exquisite...
The most eye-catching thing in the photo was the girl, wearing a long white dress. , like an angel, the crown on her head represents her power, her short hair is naughty and capable, and her bare feet appear innocent and cute like a child.
Because when I was a child, I was an introvert. I didn’t dare to speak in class. When I talked to others, I was like a kitten, too small to be heard. My parents were also very angry about this, but I am also worried about my introversion. He always talked to me about the benefits of speaking loudly and enrolled me in various eloquence classes. However, I always said "hmm" to my parents' words and passed by in eloquence classes. But when I was seven years old, my father dragged a person who really didn’t like taking pictures to the photo studio and took random pictures. Under my father's camera, my eyes were so distant, my face was stiff, and the smile on my lips looked so aggrieved and unyielding. This is a very ordinary photo, but it is filled with deep family affection. I bathed in it, as if I was soaking in honey, but my nose became sore and tears flowed out. I understood what my parents meant. Later, he slowly became cheerful.
Since then, my parents have taken a set of photos for me on my birthday every year, leaving traces of my growth. Through the photos, I seem to see their busy figures again and appreciate their careful care and earnest teachings to me.
Whenever I look through these photos, a warm feeling always arises spontaneously, and bits and pieces of thirteen years pass through my eyes.
Being in the ocean of love, I believe that I will be able to go through the ups and downs in the future, and I will also use my hands to touch the faces of my parents who are no longer young... The story in the photo, Grade 1 Composition 5
Time is like water, flowing quietly day and night. I have also transformed from a babbling child into an upright little man. Putting down the long-dusted photo album, I caressed each photo. Each photo recorded the past events of my childhood. Suddenly, I saw a photo and couldn't help laughing.
In this photo, there is a little boy wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and a bald head, looking at tigers, and this little boy is me.
I remember when I was about six years old, my father and mother took me to the zoo. I jumped into the zoo and saw many animals, including cute sika deer, proud giraffes, smart monkeys, and cold snakes... Then I turned left and right and came to a fence with no animals. I thought to myself: Why is there only one rockery here? Who would have thought that a big tiger suddenly jumped out from behind the rockery. The tiger was very majestic. When he saw me looking at it, he yelled at me and then turned to me. Run this way. When I saw the tiger's ferocious appearance, I cried in fear. After my father saw it, he hurriedly picked me up to comfort me. I kept crying, and my tears were like broken beads, and I couldn't stop them. Dad patted my back gently with his hand and said softly: "Don't be afraid, baby. Don't be afraid, baby. Look, the big tiger is in the cage. It can't get out. It is the king of the mountain. You were not before." "I often say that you should be like a tiger and not afraid of anything. Do you want to be a king?" After listening to my father's words, I slowly stopped crying.
I looked at the tiger again, and now it was already crawling beside the rockery. The tiger head and tiger brain were so interesting. My courage gradually grew. I walked to the fence and looked at the big tiger quietly. At this time, my father took out his camera and took this photo of me.
A photo, a memory, this beautiful memory is worth cherishing forever. Stories in Photos, Grade 1 Composition 6
I went to the Miao rice terraces last summer vacation and left many photos, but my favorite is the one with a Miao grandmother.
On the way we climbed the terraced fields, there was a canteen, a pure farmhouse canteen. The shop was very deserted. The so-called ice water and ice cucumber are mineral water packed in ice buckets. My father thought that such a small shop was quite interesting, so he went in and called out: "Boss, here's an iced cucumber!" After saying that, he grabbed one and gnawed on it, "Well, it feels good!" As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from inside the canteen. "Oh, okay!" followed by a heavy sound of crutches, and a Miao grandmother came out, with a dark face covered with wrinkles, a pair of silver rings hanging from her ears, and wearing traditional Miao clothing. . The father asked: "How much?" "3 yuan, 3 yuan." "No, I'm embarrassed." After speaking, the father took out 50 yuan and forced it to grandma, and took 3 cucumbers. Grandma looked very grateful and smiled while flipping through her cloth bag, "I'm looking for you..." The bag was full of fifteen cents in change. "No need to look for it, no need to look for it," my father shouted hurriedly. I just stuffed 50 yuan into the cloth bag.
At this time, another young tourist came: "Grandma, let me get a bottle of water." "Okay, 2 yuan." "I'll go! It's so cheap - won't it be a problem?" But When he saw his grandma's kind smile, he was stunned. He seemed to believe that such eyes revealed real sincerity, so he just stuffed 20 yuan into his grandma's face and shouted to the crowd on the mountain: "Everyone, please help grandma!" People came in and all they got was water or cucumbers, but they were given 10 yuan, 20 yuan, or even 100 yuan. Grandma looked at her, her wrinkles relaxed, tears welled up in her eyes, and she kept saying: "Thank you, thank you..." Before leaving, we took a photo with grandma.
In the photo, she smiles so happily, like a flower, a flower in late spring.
That day I understood what true love is and what warmth is. With all kinds of scams and tricks in the world today, how many simple people like this are there? How many acts of kindness and warmth are there like this? The Story in the Photo - Grade 1 Composition 7
Open the photo and look back on the past, full of happiness and unforgettable moments. The photo remembers the beauty of that moment, and happiness ran aground at that moment.
The photo is of my brother and I. I was only in the fourth grade at the time and my brother was 3 years old. The photo was taken when my father took us to fly a kite on the dam. My brother and I worked really hard at that time. At the beginning, we were very simple and confident, just like flying a kite! As long as there is wind. But when we started flying the kite, we had a showdown. No matter how hard my brother and I tried, the kite just couldn't fly. My brother and I were panting and exhausted. We looked at the kite sadly and thought about how to fly it. Suddenly, I had an idea. It turned out that I had mistaken the direction of the wind. I should run into the wind to make the kite fly. We took a short rest, and I tried to run into the wind, and my brother also started running. Finally, we watched the kite slowly fly up, flying higher and higher, and we jumped up happily. My brother was running around on the grass with the kite string, and we were doing poss together! Celebrate the joy of success. Just as my brother and I were posing, my father pressed the shutter and recorded this beautiful moment.
In the photo, the younger brother is holding a "scissor hand" in his left hand and the kite string runner in his right hand. He is smiling happily, taking a step forward with his left foot and raising his heel. Holding the ribbon in my hand, I bent over and symmetrically followed my brother in making a "scissor hand". I smiled happily, opened my mouth wide, and exposed a row of neat teeth, releasing my favorite smile. , the breath of happiness. The sun also released all the warmth at that moment, shining on us and reflecting the most beautiful shadows.
This photo is the warmth and happiness of my brother and I. It remembers the beautiful past and carries love and happiness. A photo, a moment of memory, a period of time, a mood. Every photo is a specimen of time. What passes is only a moment, but what is frozen is forever. We can't keep time, the only thing left in our hearts is the most beautiful memories! The story in the photo - Grade 1 Composition 8
Time has passed and will never be regretted. The past can only be recalled, and our bit by bit can only be frozen by photos.
One day, I looked through our family’s photo album and found a photo of me as a child, and my memory was awakened.
In the photo, I am on the beach, my father is carrying me on his back, and my face is full of countless joy and happiness. The picture is very warm. But at this time, I noticed a detail - why was my father so young at that time? Looking at the current father, my heart and the tip of my nose suddenly felt sour: there were countless wrinkles on the dark skin, and there were a few bloodshot eyes in his eyes. His hair is not that black anymore, and a few white hairs are not that unusual...
What made him change so much? It's the years, and it's me. Every night, my parents came back very late. Before I could rest for a while, they were interrupted by me, and a lot of questions came to my face. My father always guides me patiently. At this time, I will find another problem - my father seems to have more gray hair.
More than that, she finally had some time to take us out to play, either because I didn’t have time to go, or because I was always interrupted by unexpected phone calls. In short, most of them end with regret.
If it weren’t for this photo, no one would have remembered my father’s hard work and running around, but just such a small photo is enough to make people cry.
A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo contains an emotion.
It is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary and unusual photo, which wipes away the dust on memories and awakens a tear... The story in the photo, Grade 1 Composition 9
Photo Album I think this thing is not unfamiliar to everyone, right? Many interesting childhood stories also record some painful past events. But whether they are painful, happy or interesting...those photos are worth remembering.
I have a photo here that was taken at my grandma’s house when I was seven years old.
It was one day during the summer vacation. My father said to me: "If you finish your homework, I will take you to grandma's house to play." After hearing this news, I didn't go out to play every day. I was doing my homework at home, and within a few days, I finished it. When my father saw that I had finished writing, he said to me: "Okay, Dad will take you there tomorrow." I immediately cheered: "Long live Dad."
The next day, my father took me to my grandma's house. As soon as I arrived at my grandma's house, I immediately took out the sticks I had put in my grandma's house and placed them all over the yard. When the neighbor's little sister saw me coming back, she immediately ran over and said, "Brother, shall we have a competition?" I said, "Okay, let's compete to see who can imitate Sun Wukong." The little sister said, "Okay. "When I heard the word "good", I immediately became proud and thought, I will definitely win this time, because I have been very naughty since I was a child, jumping up and down. My mother always says that I look like a monkey. Compared with me, you are just a master of a skill.
I asked the little sister to perform first. I saw her holding a bamboo pole in her hand. As soon as she stood on one leg, she fell to the ground. I saw it and laughed and said, "Look at me!" So I stood on the small stool, with my left leg on the ground, my right leg raised in front of my left leg, and my right hand made a monkey look with seven stars looking at the moon. This was when my aunt came out of the house, saw my funny look, and took He took out the camera and asked me to "pose" again, which left me with this ridiculous scene.
Although this photo was taken five years ago, when I look at it now, I still feel funny and cute. The story in the photo, Grade 1 Composition 10
Whenever I see the photos hanging on the wall, I think of my kind grandfather.
My grandpa loves me very much. When I was a child, no matter it was windy or rainy, my grandpa would bring me my favorite breakfast every morning. When I was unhappy, my grandpa would patiently comfort me, pat my back gently, and tell me interesting things to make me laugh. The love he gave me lasted until I was three years old.
One day, I was in kindergarten, and suddenly my mother came. I was a little confused: Why is my mother here? I haven't finished class yet. What's the matter? My mother came to the teacher and said: I'm sorry, teacher, there is something urgent at home. Can you take the child away? The teacher replied: OK . My mother took my and my sister's hands and hurriedly walked away. On the way, I kept asking my mother: Why are you looking for us in such a hurry? Where are we going? But my mother said nothing, just silently held our hands and walked to the car. When we got to the car, my mother finally spoke, and tears burst out. She said: Your grandfather, something happened. It turns out that grandpa has a very serious disease that no one has noticed, but today it suddenly broke out.
Time is like a hamster on a wheel, it never stops. In the blink of an eye, it has been 6 years since my grandfather left me. I stared blankly at the photo of my grandpa, as if my grandpa was by my side, buying me delicious food, telling me jokes, and comforting me. But, I knew that the grandpa who loved me the most was no longer there. I touched that photo, and the grandfather in the photo who would never grow old again.
I just looked at the photo quietly, and gradually I felt that my grandpa was also looking at me kindly and smiling at me. I wanted to smile at my grandpa too, but I didn’t know why the tears flowed silently. It stopped, but there was a warmth in my heart. The story in the photo - Grade 1 Composition 11
Holding a thick photo album, sitting in the sun, I carefully opened it.
The first is a small black and white photo. Although it is full of wrinkles from time, the door can still be clearly seen at first glance. It was open, and there were couplets on the door frames on both sides. It was unclear what was written on them.
Grandma is standing in the yard, she is dressed simply, holding a broom in her hand, looking at the camera and smiling happily, full of happiness. Behind her is an old house made of red bricks and cement, which looks like a beautiful painting under the sunlight. The naughty child ran out of the door and jumped up in the air, holding a newly broken branch in his hand. He also smiled. The color of his face was darker than elsewhere, maybe it was blown by the February wind. This is a photo of my hometown thirty years ago.
Turn to the next photo, which is a color photo and an open door with brand-new couplets on both sides. On the door is a big red word "福". There is a "Fu" standing under the high wall next to the door. A white car. Children sit around the yard and play games together on their laptops. There are two peach trees standing in the yard, with pink and white flower buds dotted on the trees. The background of the peach tree is a two-story building with red tiles and beige walls. One side of the wall is covered with ivy, dancing rhythmically with the gentle wind. Two bunches of red peppers hang on the other side of the wall. Grandma is sitting In the yard, looking at the trees, there was a happy and kind smile on his face. A red lantern hung in front of the house, and the entire compound glowed with a warm red color.
A thick photo album carries happiness and warmth. It is the memory of past events and the freeze of time. In the past thirty years, the country has become stronger and the people have become richer. Economic changes, social changes, and national changes are all reflected in these two photos. I believe that in the next thirty years, the people and scenery in the photos will be even better! The Story in the Photos Composition 12
This photo was taken in the winter when I was ten years old. At first glance, the white snow becomes the only background in the photo. The most eye-catching thing in the photo is that a little boy lost his balance and was about to fall; and the thing that caused the little boy to lose his balance was actually a snowball as big as a football, which was stuck on the side of the little boy's head. Others might laugh out loud when they see this photo, but I will blush when I see this photo. Because the embarrassed boy in the photo is me.
That day, the snow was flying. My parents and I took a leisurely walk in the snow-covered community. Naughty little snowflakes fell from the sky from time to time and landed on my head and shoulders. I looked at the white snow everywhere, and an idea popped into my head, and I happily said to my mother: "Mom, let's have a snowball fight!" My mother also nodded: "Okay, let you and your dad Let’s PK!”
The game started. I quickly built a protective wall, and worked hard to make snow blocks behind the wall, and then pressed the snow blocks into snowballs. After a while, I made a bunch of snowballs. I sat on the snow and before I could rest for a while, my father started to attack. Snowballs rushed towards me like a blanket of snow. I dodge and throw snowballs at my dad.
After beating for a while, I was already lying on the ground, gasping for air. Dad saw that I had collapsed from exhaustion, so he sat on the snowdrift and looked at his phone. I saw that my father wasn't paying attention, so I picked up a big snowball and aimed it at the treetop above my father's head and threw it hard. The treetop shook violently a few times, and all the snow on the tree fell down, just falling on my father. Dad became a veritable "snowman".
Dad got angry, grabbed a football-sized snowball from the ground, held it with both hands and threw it at me, and it "exploded" just above my head. The mother on the side happened to take a picture of this moment.
A photo is a story, and a photo album contains hundreds of stories. These stories are memories from my childhood and I cherish them. Stories in Photos - Grade 1 Composition 13
Looking at the photos of the past, there are always a few memories that make you feel full of emotions and have an indescribable feeling.
On a bright and sunny weekend, my mother and I were cleaning at home. I cleaned each closet in turn. When I looked deep into the last closet, I saw an iron box. It was covered with thick dust. I took out the box and brushed off the dust, revealing its rusty appearance. When I opened the box out of curiosity, I was stunned.
A photo appeared in front of me, and I remembered that this was the photo I had been looking for for a long time. It started drizzling outside the window, and a trace of sadness spread in the house.
There are three ignorant teenagers in the photo. This was a photo taken six years before I graduated. We were playing basketball and joking together. I regret that I didn’t leave their contact information, regret that I didn’t meet each other back then, regret that I didn’t let go of my dignity and start dating, but now I can never see them again.
I remember there is a saying that goes like this: True love has nothing to do with wind and rain, it is spotless, just because you are here, I am also; you have not left, and I have not abandoned it. Bonds are so simple.
When I think of the happy life in primary school, I can’t help but feel filled with emotion. I remember that we had fun at that time, treated the teacher like an old friend, learned and played easily, and lived a slow and gentle life. When I think of these, I can't help but feel warm.
But the past is in the past and can never come back. My former friends are like lost time, never to be found again, never to be found again. Now that it has passed, let it pass! The past is not important, what is important is to grasp the present, cherish every moment, and no longer leave any regrets. When we think about the past, what we think of is not regret, but the energy that enriches us.
Perhaps it is such a small photo that brings me so many, so many unspeakable tastes. Maybe this is a memory with all five flavors. Stories in Photos First Grade Composition 14
Everyone has photos, and I am no exception. Look, the "Big Mac" on the wall is mine. In the photo, I am shivering in the refrigerator, holding an ice cream cone in my hand. I remember that in the summer when I was 10 years old, the weather was so hot that even the birds that were usually seen everywhere were gone, and it was also very hot under the shade of the cooling trees. I rushed home panting from the outside. Drops of sweat slipped from my face and hit my clothes, which were already soaked with sweat. I picked up the ice cream in my hand and tore open the packaging bag. My whole face instantly wrinkled into a bitter melon face. Most of the ice cream had melted. What should I do? I remembered that my mother usually puts fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. It is said that they can be frozen and kept fresh. I couldn't help but my eyes lit up. I could put ice cream in it and freeze it. I hurried to the machine I had coveted for a long time - the refrigerator. As soon as I opened the refrigerator door , the cold air that hit my face made me feel like I had entered a world of ice and snow, and the heat on my body had long since disappeared without a trace.
I put the ice cream in the refrigerator and closed the refrigerator door. The cool feeling disappeared again, and after a while, I was sweating profusely again. I tiptoed to the door of the bedroom, looked inside, and saw no one there. I secretly rejoiced in my heart, and rushed to the refrigerator like an offline arrow. I opened the refrigerator like a hungry tiger pounced on food, enjoying the cool wind. Looking at the ice cream, it seems to have taken shape, but it's a bit weird. I simply sat in the refrigerator and licked my formed ice cream. It seemed that I felt cold, and an unknown liquid slowly flowed out from my nose. While eating the ice cream, I sucked back the mucus from my nose. . I was concentrating on doing all this, but little did I know that someone came in, and with a "click", the moment was frozen in the photo.
Photos record laughter and childishness. When you see them many years later, you will still laugh because of the laughter at that time. The Story in the Photo - Grade 1 Composition 15
A photo records a touching story; a photo tells an unforgettable experience; a photo evokes a precious memory; A photo depicts a beautiful landscape. In my photo album, there are many photos, some of me in the photos are full of laughter, some are childish, and some are extremely excited...
Whenever I pull them out of the photo album This photo and the story behind it are still fresh in my memory. That was when I was 8 years old, and our three good friends were flying on the grassland of Fairy Mountain. We came to the grass skating field with great interest. As soon as we entered the grass skating field, the first thing that caught my eyes was a large and uneven hillside. The hillside was covered with green carpets. The grass skating field is a high hillside, about as high as our teaching building. My dad and I couldn't wait to go grass skiing. We stood on the conveyor belt, which slowly took us to the top of the mountain. When I reached the top of the mountain, I was frightened when I saw the steep slope.
We first sat on the grass skiing car to get ready, and then the staff gently pushed the car, and the car galloped all the way on the rugged grassland like a wild horse. I hugged my father tightly with lightning speed, and only heard a "swish" in my ears. The wind felt in my ears, so I quickly closed my eyes and slid down quickly. My mind was completely blank. When I opened my eyes, I had reached the bottom of the mountain. I felt it was so fast and it was such a near miss! I really want to do it again. At this time, I heard a few screams, and I felt quite brave compared to them.
This photo records my joy and treasures my beautiful memories, which I will never forget!