In my photo album, there is a photo of me feeding birds with bird food. As soon as I saw it, the scene of that year clearly came to my mind.

That's a photo I took in the second grade. That day, my mother took my cousin and me to the bird area of Agricultural College. I saw many children feeding birds in it, so I pestered my mother to buy me a box of feed. Mom finally agreed. After buying feed, I walked into the bird area, took the feed and went to a place with many birds. Who knows, the birds were scared away, and I was "furious" and used my "killer weapon"-I put the feed on the ground, but I didn't expect the birds to "besiege" me from all directions and peck me. They looked up at me while eating, as if to say, "thank you!" " ".Look, how happy they are! The children who feed the birds next to me cast envious eyes on me. I proudly looked back at my mother and was about to say to her, "Look how great my bird feeding skills are!" " "Unexpectedly, a" lightning "came. It turned out that when I fed the birds, my mother "clicked" a proud scene. "

There are many lovely birds and me in the photo, which makes me cherish this unforgettable shot in the photo album forever.

I have a picture.

There is a nineteen-year-old girl on it.

Long hair, white clothes, white skirt

Standing under the tree

Her face is floating.

The sun is shining.

I really want to be that tree.

Cut down by sb.

Or fall down by yourself?

Pass her in turn.

Hair, lips, chest ...

Hold her down.

such

You can hold her hand.

Like two butterflies in the distance

Go to the legendary paradise

My Photo

Take out the photos, beautiful shots will appear in front of us, and we will recall a series of interesting stories!

"fly! Fly! ……! "I remember the autumn outing on September 29, and I don't know who filmed me flying, which made me a big celebrity. Suddenly a classmate asked me, "Hey! How did you fly? " Another one came over and asked, "How do you practice this' flying micro step'?" ....., ouch! Lots of questions.

Everyone is asking about my "flying micro step"! I didn't know at first! When Yuqin handed me the photo, I cried in surprise. I didn't expect to "fly". All the students came to see it at that time. She said noisily, "She can fly! It's amazing! " ……

At that time, I seemed to be "running for my life" and "chasing my life"; Either I was in a hurry, flew in a rage and began to practice my "micro-steps in the air" I am so handsome in that photo! Flying into the sky with a feather coat in his hand. After seeing this photo, my classmates all cast envious eyes on me. I said to them, "What a great effort! It takes practice. If you want to learn' micro-steps in the air'! Let's start with the high jump! " "Then you give us a demonstration! ..... "The students clamored for me to" perform ".

I can't help it! Had to "perform". I quickly ran forward, ran to a certain extent, jumped up hard and spread my wings with my hands. How beautiful! Then, gently fell to the ground. My classmates once again cast envious eyes on me. He was shocked and said, "How handsome!"

Just after the performance, I saw that the students were learning the "handsome" action I just did! "Ha ha! ! ..... "The students' movements are really varied! Some people have a "golden rooster independence", some people have a "dog eats shit", and some people learn well. ...

Some people are still haunting me!

Every time I see this photo, a rich smile will appear on my face, and sometimes I can't help laughing. I'm still thinking: how can I be so powerful? Will it really fly to the sky in the future? That's impossible! )

Take out the photos and beautiful shots will appear in front of our eyes ~

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I was tidying up my room on Sunday, and I happened to see the photo album at home, so I just flipped through it. Looking at the photo album, I seem to see the good old days. My eyes are fixed on a photo of our family, which is a very ordinary photo.

This photo was taken in Wan Yu last summer when my parents took me on a trip to Lianyungang. The three of us are very happy in the photo, because we all just played in the stream and my coat got wet because of playing with water. I just took off my coat and became very fit. In this way, a photo is frozen. It's common to other students, but it may be precious to me. Because my father is ill and very serious, he lives in the hospital now. He needs a lot of medicine and blood transfusion every day to maintain his life, but he is still very weak. When I went to see my father, I saw that his face was pale and his hands were blue with water. My mother told me that my father was dangerous, and I was really worried. Having lost my father in this way, maybe there will never be a family so happy to take a family photo together again.

I remember when I was a child, my broad back was soaked with sweat when my father was ill and bought me oranges. My father took me to fly a kite on the Huaihe River embankment, my father held my hand when traveling, my father's encouragement and care when I failed in the exam, and my weak eyes when my father was ill. This ordinary photo, in my mind, is like an unforgettable shot on the film, recording the happiness and happiness of our family at that time.

I hope my father's illness will get better, and I hope there will always be such a forgotten scene in my life.

My Photo

In my memory, there is a particularly unforgettable photo, which was taken with my sister at the chrysanthemum exhibition in Xinyuan Square. It was autumn, and I was wearing a dark blue coat and black pants, just like a cowboy in the west. My sister is wearing a red shirt and jeans, just like Mulan joined the army for her father. The two of us stood in front of the chrysanthemum and laughed happily. At that time, people came and went in Singapore Square. Every place is crowded with people. We first went to the fitness area of the square, played for a while, and then went to see chrysanthemums together. Some chrysanthemums are delicate golden yellow, some are bright pink, some are pure white, some are burning red, and all kinds of chrysanthemums have different shapes. They are beautiful in contrast with each other, which can be said to be very colorful.

We looked at all kinds of shapes made of chrysanthemums, and there was a long dragon winding among the flowers, as if it rained in an instant. ...

We saw flowers placed like radishes and flying saucers. When we crossed the bridge, we saw the poet's poems, all of which described chrysanthemums.

I was intoxicated by such beautiful scenery. My sister said to me at this moment: "Let's take a picture!" " I was very happy after listening to it. So my sister and I took this unforgettable photo.

One of my favorite photos.

There are many photos at home, but I only like one in particular. That's graduation photo that I took with my classmates and teachers when I attended the summer art training class in kindergarten. I have always kept it well.

There are more than twenty children in our training class, all of whom are very clever, but the teacher likes me very much because I study hard.

The two in the last row of the photo are our teachers. Male surname Luo. At that time, he was still studying in the Fine Arts Department of Southwest Normal University. He taught us to sketch. The woman's surname is Mi, who teaches us crayon drawing.

When I first arrived at the training class, I was poor at drawing, but Miss Mi kept teaching me by hand. Under her patient guidance, my painting has made great progress, and I like painting more. I usually paint whenever I have time. When I was in the big class, my paintings Song of Autumn and Story of Spring were also published in Quxian Daily.

Now whenever I don't want to draw, I always think of this photo and my teacher. I will try my best.

Memories of a photo

Every time I open the photo album and see the photos, I will think of the blue sky like blue pigments, the rolling snow-capped mountains like white carpets, and the scene of me riding a big horse on the grassland.

I remember that it was May Day holiday, and my parents took me to the plateau to play. As soon as I got to the plateau, I rushed out of the car and lay on the endless grassland. I looked at the blue sky as if it had been washed by rain, and the white clouds were like boats ready to go, dotted with small flowers. At this time, my mother found me a big white horse, and my father carried me on horseback. My horse took me for a slow walk on the grassland like a gentleman. I smell the flowers from time to time, and touch the mane on my horse from time to time. My heart is intoxicated with nature. It was then that my father took this photo of me.

Although I live in the city now and go out with tall buildings, my heart still likes blue sky, white clouds, green grass and running horses. My heart is with nature.

a photo

The annual school sports meeting is over. Although I didn't participate in it, I got an unexpected harvest-a photo.

This is a photo I took for Chen. The photo is a touching scene: Chen runs desperately in front; The teacher is in hot pursuit; Students are screaming at the side, come on!

I can't help thinking of the scene at that time. Before the competition, the results of our class were not very satisfactory, but the teacher was very worried. If we don't get good grades on the last day, our total score will drop to fourth place. Today is the women's 800-meter final, which is the strength of our class, because our class has "double insurance" (Chen and Hu Xiaoxiao), but Hu Xiaoxiao just ran 100 meters, and the insurance coefficient of 800 meters is not high. The most important thing now is that Chen can't make any mistakes.

The athletes are doing warm-up exercises, and the tactics are arranged nervously next to Mr. Li: first run with them and finally sprint 200 meters. The students next to them also secretly cheered for them.

The starting gun rang and the game began. The athletes chased each other and fought fiercely. It may be that Chen Xiaozhong's own strength is not bad, and he grabbed the first place with them from the beginning. This is what teacher Li desperately shouted: follow them first, follow them first. Chen slowed down at this. Suddenly, an athlete in another class quickened his pace and slowly pulled away from Chen. The situation is very serious. That athlete is already 30 meters ahead. And it is only 200 meters from the finish line.

Just as the students were in a hurry, they heard Miss Li shout: Come on, everyone. Suddenly, there was a loud refueling sound of our class on the playground. Hearing this sound, Chen suddenly shook his feet, quickened his pace and shortened the distance. The students cheered even harder, 20 meters, 10 meters. When he turned the last corner, it was only 5 meters away, and it seemed that he could not catch up. At this time, the students could not help waving their hands. The teacher followed Chen and shouted desperately, "Hold on, chase, hold on, chase". Only Chen gritted his teeth and quickened his pace. Near, near, seeing this scene, I quickly picked up the camera and pressed the shutter, leaving this moment.

In the end, Chen won the championship as he wished, and our class also achieved the third good result in the group. Every time I see this photo, I think: unity is strength.

One of my favorite photos.

There are many photos at home, and my favorite one is the one I took in China Dinosaur Park.

Look! There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky, and there are many small stones with different shapes on the beach. There is also a boat on the beach, and there is a coconut tree behind me, with lush foliage, like a big green umbrella. I'm standing at the stern. I wear a yellow cotton-padded jacket on my upper body, blue jeans with a little pattern on my lower body, and a pair of red sports shoes at my feet. I put my hands behind my back and my feet apart. My eyes narrowed into a line because of the strong sunshine.

Looking at this photo, I can't help but think of the scene when I took the photo. I remember my father and several aunts and I went to the China Dinosaur Park. At that time, when we were playing on the beach, I saw a boat ahead, so I jumped on it. My father took the opportunity to take this photo.

I like this photo very much.

Open my thick photo album and see my favorite photos. This is a photo of me going to Shaoguan to play with water. I was deeply impressed by the beautiful scenery there.

I remember that on New Year's Day this year, my parents took me to travel to the Grand Canyon. Walking into the Grand Canyon Scenic Area, I saw a sparkling water bridge. People waded across the bridge, and I walked barefoot on the water bridge with excitement. At first, I walked carefully and felt the water flowing through my little feet, as if kissing my little feet. I can't help but pick up those little guys. Just then, I heard my mother's voice. In the photo, I am wearing a white hat and skirt, sticking out of small tongue and playing with water happily!

Every time I see this photo, I think of the scenic Grand Canyon, the interesting water bridge and the happy trip.

One of my favorite photos.

I kept a photo of Zhang Zhengui in the photo album. This is a photo I took at the top of Duxiu Mountain. As soon as I saw me in the photo, I clearly saw the scene of climbing Duxiufeng at that time.

It was the winter vacation last year. My father and I took a bus to Guangxi Normal University to climb Duxiufeng. We came to the foot of Duxiu Peak. I looked up and said, "Ah, Du Xiufeng is really tall!" I can't help shouting. Then, my father and I climbed Du Xiufeng. At first, I thought it was easy to climb Duxiufeng. Along the way, we also saw many trees growing in cracks in the stones in Kobanawa. We walked more than one meter.

The children continued to climb the stone mountain road more than one meter wide. Halfway up the hill, I was sweating and my clothes were wet. I saw a gazebo in front of me and said to my father, "Dad, let's have a rest in the gazebo and stop climbing." Dad shook his head and said, "No, you have to finish what you started. You can't give up halfway. You have to finish what you started." After listening to my father's words, I thought: Yes, persistence is victory. So, I took a deep breath, mustered up my strength and continued to climb. The flowers and trees on the roadside make the sound of "sand, sand" under the breeze, as if to encourage me to say, "Come on! Come on! " Finally, my father and I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. I lift my eyes and look out. The mountains in the distance are hazy, like ink-and-wash landscape paintings outlined by painters, while the nearby mountains are green as jade. "Oh, what a beautiful scenery!" I can't help admiring. When I was intoxicated with this beautiful scenery, I only heard a click, and my father photographed my unforgettable moment.

I love this photo, because it makes me understand that it takes hard work to enjoy beauty, and you can't give up halfway.