In my photo album, there is a picture of me feeding birds with bird feed. As soon as I saw it, the scene of that year came clearly to my mind.
It was taken when I was in second grade. That day my mom took my cousin and me to the bird area of the Agricultural Science Center. I saw a lot of kids feeding the birds inside, so I pestered my mom and insisted that she buy me a box of feed. Mom finally agreed. After I bought the feed, I walked into the bird area, took the feed, walked to the place where there are many birds, who knows, the birds are scared away, I "angry", make "killer" - put the feed on the ground, but the birds were not expected. Feed on the ground, I can not imagine the birds from all sides "siege" over to me here to peck. They ate, while chirping and looking up at me, as if to say: "Thank you! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to say to them. Look, they are eating so happily! The children who were feeding the birds next to me looked at me with envy. I looked back at my mom proudly and was about to tell her, "Look how good I am at feeding the birds!" What I didn't expect was a bolt of lightning. It turned out that my mom had "clicked" the proud scene when I was feeding the birds."
The photo of me and the many cute little birds made me treasure this unforgettable shot in my photo album forever.
I have a picture
of a nineteen-year-old girl
with long hair, a white dress, and a white skirt
standing under a tree
with
lots and lots of bright sunlight drifting across her face
I wish I was that tree
cut down
or Fall down myself
Press over her
hair, lips, chest ......
in turn
and then crush her whole
so
that
I could hold her hand
like two butterflies in the distance
going to the fabled paradise <
One of my photos
Taking out the photo, a good and nice shot will appear in front of our eyes, and we will recall a series of interesting stories!
"Fly! Fly! ......!" I remember on September 29th that day during the fall tour, I do not know who in my "flying" when I "click" to take a picture of me, so that I became a big celebrity. All of a sudden, one of my classmates asked me, "Hey! How did you fly?" Another asked, "How did you practice this 'aerial micro-step'?" ...... Awww! A whole lot of good questions.
Everyone was asking me for advice on my "aerial micro-steps"! I didn't know that at first! When Yu Qin handed me the photo, I was so surprised that I exclaimed, I didn't realize I could "fly". At that time, my classmates came to watch. They were talking again, "She can fly! The first thing I'd like to talk about is the fact that I'm not sure if I'm a good person. ......
At that time, I seemed to be "fleeing", but also seemed to be "chasing life"; either I was anxious, angry, "hoo! ......" sound, flew up, began to practice my "air micro-step". The photo of me is too handsome! I was flying high up in the sky with my "feathered coat" in my hand. When my classmates saw this picture, they all looked at me with envy. I said to them, "Real kung fu is something you have to practice! You have to practice it. If you want to learn the 'Microsteps in the Air' ah! Let's start by jumping high!" "Then you give us a demonstration! ......" My classmates were clamoring for me to "perform".
No way out! I had to do it. I ran forward quickly, ran to a certain extent, jumped upward with force, hands to a "eagle wings", beautiful! Then, I gently fell to the ground. Once again, my classmates cast envious glances at me. Dumbfounded, said: "so handsome ah!"
Just after the performance, only to see the students have to learn my just that "handsome" action! "Haha! ...... "The students' movements are really diverse! Some people come to a "golden chicken stand alone", some people come to a "dog-eat-shit", there are still some people are learning the same way ......
Until now, there are still some people still pestering me! I'm not going to be able to do that!
Whenever I see this photo, I have a rich smile on my face, and sometimes I can't help but laugh out loud. In my heart, I still think: How could I be so powerful? Will I really fly to the sky in the future? (Well, that's hard to say!)
Take out the photos, our eyes will appear in front of a beautiful shot~
Photos
Sunday I was organizing their own room, I just happened to see the family's photo albums, I was inadvertently flipping through them, looking at the albums I seem to see those good times in the past. My eyes were fixed on one of our family photos, which was a very ordinary photo.
This photo was taken last summer when my mom and dad took me to Lianyungang on a trip to Fishing Bay. The three of us were very happy in the photo because we had just played in the water between the streams, and my blouse was wet because of playing in the water. I just took off my top and did a very fit look. That's how a picture is framed. It's normal for other students, but maybe it's precious for me. Because my dad is sick, and very serious, now living in the hospital, every day to take a lot of medicine and blood transfusion to maintain life, but his body is still very weak, I went to see my dad, I saw my dad's face is very pale, hands because of the hanging water are bruised, my mom told me that my dad is very dangerous, I am really worried. I was really worried. Losing my dad like that, maybe there will never be a family that is so happy and joyful to take a family photo together again.
I remember when I was a child, when I was sick, my father bought oranges for me when I was soaked in sweat on his broad back, I remember when my father took me to fly a kite on the embankment of the Huaihe River, I remember the caring feeling when my father held my hand during the tour, I remember my father's encouragement and care for me when I failed in my exams, and I also remember my father's weak eyes when he was sick.... .... This ordinary photo, in my mind is like an unforgettable shot on film, it records the joy and happiness of our whole family at that time.
I hope that my father will get well, and I hope that I will always have that unforgettable shot in my life.
My photo
In my memory, I have a particularly unforgettable photo of me and my sister at the chrysanthemum exhibition in Xinyuan Square. It was fall, and I was wearing a dark blue top and black pants underneath, like a western cowboy. My sister, on the other hand, was wearing a red shirt and jeans underneath, like Hua Mulan, who had joined the army on behalf of her father. We both stood in front of the chrysanthemums and smiled joyfully. At that time, we had a steady stream of people coming and going from Xinyuan Square. Every place was stuffed with people. We first went to the fitness area of the square together, and after playing for a while, we went to view the chrysanthemums together. Some chrysanthemums were delicate golden yellow, some were bright pink, some were pure white, and some were hot red. All the chrysanthemums were in a thousand different shapes and sizes, and they were comparing their beauty with each other, so it could be said that they were beautiful flowers.
We also viewed the various shapes built with chrysanthemums, there is a long dragon winding around the flowers, as if it is calling for the wind, in a moment it will rain like ......
We also saw the flowers arranged into a radish-like, and arranged into a flying saucer. We crossed the bridge and saw poets' poems describing chrysanthemums.
I was mesmerized at the beauty of the scenery. My sister said to me at this time, "Let's take a picture!" I was very happy to hear that. So my sister and I took this unforgettable photo.
My favorite photo
I have many photos at home, but there is only one that I particularly like. It's a picture of me at the end of a summer art class I took with my classmates and teacher when I was in kindergarten. I've kept it very well.
There were more than twenty children in the class, and all of them were very smart, but the teacher especially liked me because I was a very serious student.
The two teachers in the last row of the photo were our teachers. The man's name was Luo, and he himself was still studying at the Fine Arts Department of the Southwest Normal University at the time, and he taught us sketching. The woman, surnamed Mi, taught us crayon drawing.
When I first came to the course, my drawing was very poor, but Ms. Mi always taught me by hand. Under her patient counseling, my drawing improved a lot, and I liked drawing more, and I would usually draw whenever I had time. When I was in my first class, my paintings "Autumn Song" and "Spring Story" were even published in the "Duxian Newspaper".
Now, whenever I don't want to draw, I always think of this picture and my teacher, and I try my best.
A photo memory
Whenever I open the album and see the photo, I remember the blue sky like a jar of blue paint, the rolling snow-capped mountains like a white carpet, and the scene where I rode a high horse and ran on the grassland.
Remember it was the May Day vacation, mom and dad took me to the plateau to play. A plateau I rushed off the car lying on the grassland that can not be seen, looking at the blue blue sky like the rain washed over the same, a white cloud like ready to sail the boat, the stars of the small flowers dotted with them. At that moment, my mother brought me a white horse, and my father put me on the back of the horse. My horse took me on a slow walk through the grassland like a gentleman. I smelled the flowers and stroked the mane on the horse's back, my heart was intoxicated by nature. It was at this point that my father took this picture of me.
Even though I live in the city now, with skyscrapers on my doorstep, my heart is still in love with the blue sky, the white clouds, the green grass and the running horses. My heart is with nature.
A photo
The annual field day at school is over, and although I didn't take part in it, I got a windfall - a photo.
This is a picture I took of Chen Xiaozhong. The photo is a touching scene: Chen Xiaozhong is running desperately in front; his teacher is chasing hard behind him; and his classmates are shouting cheers at the side at the top of their voices!
I can't help but remember the scene. Before the competition, my class's score was not very satisfactory, but the teacher was watching and anxious. If we don't have a good result on the last day, our total score can fall to the fourth. Today is the final of the women's 800 meters, which is the strong point of my class, because my class has a "double insurance" (Chen Xiaozhong and Hu Xiaoxiao), but Hu Xiaoxiao has just finished the 100 meters, the insurance factor of the 800 meters is not high, and the most important thing is that Chen Xiaozhong can't have any mistakes.
The athletes were doing their preparations, and Mr. Li was nervously arranging the tactics next to them: follow the run first, and then sprint for the last 200 meters. Next to the students also secretly for them to cheer.
The commander's gun sounded and the race began. The athletes chased after each other and started a fierce competition. Maybe Chen Xiaozhong felt his strength is not good, at the beginning of the first with them to grab the first, this is Mr. Li in the side of the desperately shouted: first follow them, first follow them. Chen Xiao-Zhong slowed down when he heard that. Suddenly, one of the athletes from the other class accelerated her pace and slowly pulled away from Chen Xiaozhong. The situation was very serious, that athlete was already 30 meters ahead. The distance to the finish line was only 200 meters.
Just when the students were anxious, only to hear Mr. Li shouted: everyone together to cheer. At once, the playground resounded with the loud cheering sound of our class. Hear this sound, Chen Xiaozhong suddenly revitalized, accelerated the pace, the distance shortened, the students cheered more vigorously, 20 meters, 10 meters, turned the last corner to the time, only 5 meters away, seems to have been unable to catch up. At this time, the students could not help but wave their hands, Mr. Li ran behind Chen Xiaozhong, desperately shouting: "insist, chase, insist, chase," only to see Chen Xiaozhong gritted his teeth, and accelerated the pace. Close, close, see this scene, I was busy picking up the camera, press the shutter, left this moment.
In the end, Chen Xiao-Zhong won the championship, and my class also achieved the third place in the team. Whenever I see this photo, I think: unity is strength.
My favorite photo
My family has a lot of photos, and my favorite is the one taken at the Chinese Dinosaur Park.
Look! There are a few white clouds in the blue sky, and there are a lot of small stones on the beach. There is also a small boat on the beach, and behind me there is a coconut tree with lush leaves like a big green umbrella. I am standing at the end of the boat, I am wearing a yellow cotton jacket, a pair of blue jeans with a little pattern, and a pair of red sneakers. I put my hands behind my back and spread my feet apart. The sun was strong, so my eyes were squinting like a line.
Looking at this picture, I can't help but think of the time when the picture was taken. I remember it was taken when I went to the Chinese Dinosaur Park with my dad and a few aunts, when we were playing on the beach I saw a small boat in front of me, I jumped on it and my dad took the opportunity to take the picture.
I really like this picture.
Opening a thick photo album in my house, I saw one of my favorite photos. This is a photo of me playing in the water when I traveled to Shaoguan. The beautiful scenery there left a deep impression on me.
I remember on New Year's Day this year, my father and mother took me to the Grand Canyon. Into the Grand Canyon scenic area, into my eyes is a sparkling water bridge, people are wading across the bridge, I was also excited to walk barefoot on the water bridge. At first, I walked carefully, felt the water flowing over my little feet, as if kissing my little feet, I can not help but not to hold up those little guys. At this time, I heard my mom shouting, "Shanshan, look up." I looked up, "click" a sound, scared me a tongue, so, left this precious shot; in the photo, I head with a little white hat, wearing a small dress, sticking out the little tongue, is happy to play in the water!
Whenever I see this photo, I think of the beautiful scenery of the Grand Canyon, fun and interesting water bridges and happy travel
My beloved photo
There is a precious photo saved in my album. It is a photo of me at the top of Dushu Peak. As soon as I saw me in the photo, the scene when I climbed Duxiu Peak at that time appeared clearly in front of my eyes.
It was last year's winter vacation, my father and I took the car to Guangxi Normal University to climb Duxiu Peak, we came to the foot of Duxiu Peak, I looked up, "Ah, Duxiu Peak is really high!" I couldn't help but shout out. Then, my father and I climbed Duxiu Peak. At first, I think it is very easy to climb Duxiu Peak, along the way, we also saw a lot of small flowers growing in the cracks of the stone and some trees. We along more than one meter
they continue to climb up along the more than one meter wide stone steps mountain road, when I climbed to halfway up the mountainside, sweating, clothes wet a large piece, see in front of just a pavilion, and Dad said: "Dad, we go to the pavilion to rest a little bit don't climb." Dad shook his head and said, "No, you can't do things halfway, you can't give up halfway, and you can't climb a mountain without a beginning and an end." Listening to my dad's words, I thought, "Yes, perseverance is victory. So, I took a deep breath, gathered enough energy, and continued to climb upward. Roadside flowers and trees in the breeze blowing, issued "sand, sand" sound, as if to encourage me to say: "Come on! Come on!" Finally, my father and I climbed to the top of the mountain. I raised my eyes and looked out, the distant peaks such as the painter sketched out the ink landscape painting in general, hazy, near the mountain is as green as emerald. "Ah, what a beautiful view!" I couldn't help but marvel at it. As I was mesmerized by the beautiful scenery, I heard a "click" and my dad took a picture of this unforgettable moment.
I love this photo, because it makes me understand: to get the enjoyment of the beauty, but also to put in the effort, can not do things halfway.