In ordinary daily life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, here are the story essays in photos that I have collected for everyone. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Story in the Photo Essay 1
Whenever I see the photo in the frame on my desk, I can’t help but think of the story in the photo: I learned to cook.
I was on vacation and came home in the afternoon. As soon as I walked in, I heard the sound of running water. It turned out that my mother was washing rice and cooking. I thought: My mother has to go to work every day, and she has to wash clothes and cook when she comes home. How hard it is! I should do some housework for my parents to reduce their burden. The little princess who can no longer hold out her hands for clothes or open her mouth for food.
So, I put down my schoolbag and said to my mother: "I have grown up, let me cook!" There was a trace of joy on my mother's face. After my repeated requests, my mother finally agreed to let me cook. Cook.
I happily came to the pool, washed rice like my mother, put it in the rice cooker, and plugged in the power. I saw half a chicken on the cutting board, and I thought of a good idea. I cut the chicken, opened the pot, added oil, put the chicken in, and kept turning it. I would add salt and pepper for a while, as long as it was seasoning. I put all the food in it. When I picked up a piece of chicken and put it in my mouth, I realized that it was salty, spicy and unpalatable.
My mother said to me: "Silly boy, the seasonings should be put according to the needs of the dishes." I suddenly realized that it was like this. I nodded thoughtfully and made it again according to the method taught by my mother. Once, my mother tasted a piece and happily extended her thumb and said, "It's so delicious. My daughter will grow up and know how to cook." Hearing these words, I felt happy, and I realized that labor is the most glorious thing. Just when I was overjoyed, my mother took this precious photo with her mobile phone.
This is the story in my photo. It taught me: Everyone should try to do what they can’t do. They must face it bravely and keep working hard to achieve success! Story in Photos Composition 2
The summer sunshine fills the desk through the glass window and is projected into the white photo frame, raising colorful light. Looking at myself smiling so brightly with the trophy in the photo frame, My memory shuttles back and forth in the long river of time, and the memory drifts to the day of the Futian District Youth Calligraphy Live Competition.
I stepped into the live calligraphy competition with confident steps. I spread out the rice paper neatly, unscrewed the ink bottle skillfully, poured the ink into the plain white porcelain plate, and the black ink marks Just like the stream flowing down the steep rock and along the wilderness, the ink is fragrant, climbing up to the light, rising and permeating in the air like smoke and fog. I picked up the brush beside the inkstone and started writing: "Act reasonable and reasonable, treat others politely and humbly" ", the brush outlines the lines one by one, the full and round dots, the straight and beautiful strokes, all record my "ten years of hard work on stage", the light caressed my hand carefully, as if it was trying to absorb everything. All the light is focused on this character. I looked at this calligraphy obsessively. I seemed to see a figure who always arrived at the calligraphy studio rain or shine to practice hard, no matter whether it was summer vacation or winter vacation. The copybooks that were written one by one were hung high in the study. His works are improving each stroke again and again. I wrote one stroke after another, and soon the sounds of admiration and applause from all around me sounded in my ears. I smiled confidently, and sure enough, all the surprises came from long-term preparation.
Standing on the awards podium, holding a heavy trophy, accepting all the applause that belongs to me, looking at the envious and admiring eyes of my classmates, listening to the words of praise and encouragement from teachers, looking at the sparkling Camera, an unprecedented sense of accomplishment came to my heart. I raised the heavy trophy above my head, picked up the numerous trophies in my hand, exposed my eight big white teeth, narrowed my eyes to a slit, and with a "click", this moment was frozen for eternity.
Through the photos, I feel my perseverance in learning calligraphy and Kuafu’s endless pace of moving forward like chasing the sun. There is a fire in my heart, waiting for me to use my dreams to light it. ignite. Story in Photos Composition 3
The human brain will forget, but photos will not. They will help us record many precious memories.
——Inscription
Opening the photo album, each photo records the past events, reminding me of the past time.
This photo is a photo of me and my great-grandmother when I was very young.
My great-grandmother’s hands are rough, with wrinkled skin and thick calluses. The veins on the back of her hands are protruding, and her face is covered with wrinkles, like mottled cracks on the wall. The traces of time have been left behind.
I remember when I was very young, our family still lived in the big garden of my hometown, living with my great-grandmother, and I was naturally the closest to her. At that time, what I loved most was listening to my great-grandma’s stories about her youth, and I also loved to learn about my great-grandma’s stories from my grandfather. My great-grandmother never went to school and often lamented the hard times, but never complained. Grandpa told me that my great-grandma was a strong and optimistic person, but she could do many things with her small body. In my heart, my great-grandma is a strong and gentle person. She often picks me up from school regardless of rain or shine, and holds me tightly with her rough big hands. In my heart, her image is extremely tall.
It seems that I have been separated from my great-grandmother since elementary school, and we have seen each other less and less. But every time I go to visit her, my great-grandmother still loves me as much as before. Unknowingly, my great-grandmother's body became weaker and weaker. All kinds of diseases haunted her and she couldn't get rid of them. When I saw her later, her hair was all gray, her figure was out of shape, and she was no longer the beauty she once was. When I was 10 years old, my great-grandmother failed to survive the cold winter and passed away. Thinking of this, my heart still hurts, and tears still flowed down uncontrollably. In the tears, I realized the true meaning of love. In the tears, I seemed to see the hazy back of my great-grandmother walking away from me...
We use photos to engrave the moments of history and let time Freeze-frame is no longer a myth. These moments bring back memories deep in our memories, which make people deeply moved and even shed tears. The old photos are engraved with the vicissitudes of history and tell a true past. Story in Photos Composition 4
I was messing with the drawer, and a thin photo fell out, which made me find my childhood memory. I was stunned for a moment and picked up the photo.
The photo is my kindergarten graduation photo. Looking at the young faces on it, I can’t help but think about the past. I remember that when I was in the small class, there was a female classmate named Lu. As for her name, it has long been lost in the long river of memory. The teacher was playing a cartoon, and I watched it with gusto, but a sudden burst of pain made me grin. When I lowered my head, I saw a hand that came from nowhere and was pinching me under the table. Looking for the source of this hand, it turned out to be that A female classmate named Lu. I gritted my teeth and didn't dare to scream. I looked at her with a cold eyebrow, and saw that she was still smiling playfully. I was so angry that I hated her countless times in my heart. Reason made me calm down. The interesting plot of the cartoon diverted my attention. As soon as I saw the climax, I felt a twinge of pain. I saw that it was her hitting me again. I couldn't help but feel angry. Even though I had experienced the power of this teacher, I was blinded by the anger and began to "commit crimes against the wind". I lurked quietly, opened my bloody mouth, and bit hard, and a bright red... Teeth marks appeared on her arms. "Woooo..." A cry came, and the teacher came over and asked, "What's wrong?" "She...she bit me." She faced me with her trembling fingers and twisted facial features. When the teacher heard this, his eyebrows stood up. , asked: "Do you have anything else to say?" The classmates all turned to look at us. As a young and ignorant person, my face turned as red as an apple, and I was so nervous that I couldn't speak. When the teacher looked at me who was silent, he thought I was wrong and scolded me without saying a word. The scolding made me bloody and I started crying.
After class, my mother came and looked at me with cold eyes. I thought she was here to comfort me, but I didn't expect that my mother just coldly said "Don't do this next time" and left.
My heart felt as if a five-flavor bottle had been knocked over. It felt very unpleasant. Only I know the grievances and pain in my heart.
Although many years have passed since this incident, every time I see this photo, I can’t help but feel a sense of melancholy in my heart. I bury this story deep in my heart. Story in Photos Composition 5
Photos are of great significance to us, they are commemorations of a beautiful moment. The photo that impressed me most is also the most precious.
That photo was taken at a party on Children’s Day when I was in sixth grade. The reason why it is precious is that it is not only my holiday, but also our Chinese language festival. Teacher's birthday. The happy smiles in the photos and the touching scenes of our Chinese teacher Xiaoli are unforgettable to me!
I remember that our class had a physical education class in the fourth period that day, and the monitor wanted us to give the teacher a surprise. The monitor said we could voluntarily exchange the money, buy a cake, and then sing a happy birthday song to the teacher. , as a result, everyone took out their money and asked the monitor to buy a birthday cake.
We went to the class to play in the afternoon with excitement. The teacher didn’t know that the monitor came earlier than the teacher, so he quickly hid the cake in his desk. There were 15 programs in our first class. As soon as the fifteen programs were performed, we showed a bad smile.
We sang Happy Birthday first. The teacher looked confused and a little moved. At this moment, the monitor took out the cake and asked the teacher to open it. When the teacher saw it, he was moved to tears, and we couldn't help but feel sour in our hearts. Teacher, you will leave us in a few days. How should we repay you after you have been so busy for us? I think: only getting admitted to a good university is the best reward for teachers.
Except for the graduation photo, this one is the most complete one in our class. Looking at the wrinkles slowly appearing on the teacher’s face and the sporadic white hair, this is not a person in his twenties or thirties. What a woman should look like. Seeing the teacher's happy face makes us feel happy.
This photo also has memories of our Class 66, not just this day, but also our happiest memories of the year. Although our classmates go to school, I think Class 66 It is one of the most precious classes in our hearts. I will study hard in the future and repay the teacher with the best results! Story in Photos Composition 6
The most melancholy thing in this world is that all the lush greenery you have experienced has been wiped clean by the little hand of time. One day, you try to walk back along the same path, and maybe in a small corner, you find that old photo gathering dust.
"Come, come, come closer! You look better when you smile! June of gardenia is a season of fragrant fragrance. The fragrance and laughter ride on the wind together. They are scattered all over the corners of the park. In the corner.
Grandma and grandpa stood under a thick bush of flowers. Mother waved her hands in front of them, telling them to stop being shy and come closer.
“I’m so annoyed. ! Heard it! "Grandpa saw that the shouting attracted many people, and while laughing and scolding his mother, he hugged the grandmother beside him. Grandma blushed and pursed her lips, smiling, and moved her body reluctantly.
When the mother saw them like this, she laughed and shouted: "While these flowers are blooming well, Grandpa, pick one for Grandma!" Pin it on your head, it looks great! "
After hearing this, my grandpa woke up from a dream. He quickly stood up on tiptoes and looked for the most beautiful flower among the flowers. With his eager look, stars seemed to light up in Ben's cloudy eyes. Like a fire, it can burn out the pink and white flowers.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and like a considerate girl, she pushed aside the thin branches and vines, showing her grandpa the most beautiful ones. That flower, reach out, and then reach out again, and the snow falls into grandma's vicissitudes of life, and then slides onto grandma's head.
Suddenly, as if she noticed something, she wiped her head, looked at the pollen in her hands, and then looked at her grandfather who was smiling, with warmth and amusement in his eyes. She jumped up and yelled: "Stop!"
Under the warm sunshine, the "click" sound of the shutter and grandpa's laughter came one after another, and the warmth swept people's hearts.
The photo is still displayed at home, but the grandpa in the photo has left me forever. The memories of that afternoon and that funny grandpa are still vivid in my mind. The vicissitudes of life and the innocent and hearty smile of the white-haired old man in the photo make people lament the shortness of time. Perhaps in the rings of time, grandpa has already passed through his lush flowers and trees and returned to the beginning of his life.
The waves of time leave behind photos, they flow in my heart. Story in Photos Composition 7
The wallpaper on mobile phones and computers is an unforgettable photo. Because of this photo, my memory seems to be frozen in that moment forever, and I can't forget it for a long time.
It was a sweltering June day. The class teacher held a graduation ceremony for us and invited a professional photographer for us, just to help us retain the last good time.
That day, it was breezy, but I felt extremely hot. The sun's rays shone on my face, and my tears were about to evaporate.
The teacher helped us line up. We walked to the camera, and the head teacher was sitting in the middle with a sweet smile on his face, but the smile couldn't hide the sadness, which was the sadness of not letting us go. The English teacher next to me seemed to have the word "reluctance" written on his face. "3, 2, 1." "We graduated!" At the same time, my face was filled with a smile, but tears that might have failed me were spinning in the corners of my eyes.
Finally, my tears fell. This was the first time I felt that tears were hot. They burned my face but cooled my heart. Suddenly the crying in the class became louder. When I left the classroom, I didn't want to cry in front of my classmates. Recalling this, tears welled up in the corners of my eyes again. We often say "time does not get old, we will not be separated", but now, time does not get old, but we are separated.
The graduation ceremony is over, and everyone walks out of the campus with tears of reluctance and six years of memories, so that everyone’s face is filled with youth, and that graduation photo full of joy, Engraved in the hearts of each of us.
In six years of primary school, we "survive" 9,600 classes, 240 weeks, 12 semesters, one test paper, but a group of people dispersed, leaving only a graduation photo and one sentence - -goodbye.
Time is passing and we are growing. What lasts forever is the beautiful memories. Story in Photos Composition 8
A photo tells a story; a photo narrates an experience; a photo stirs up a memory; a photo contains a Emotions... Looking at the innocent, cool and handsome me in the photo, I smiled and fell deeply into the memories.
This photo was taken by my mother at school on Children’s Day, June 1st, when I was seven years old. It's one of my favorite photos. I still remember when I was a kid, we had talent shows every Children's Day. A cheerful and naughty boy like me would often be "forced" to perform singing, dancing and other variety shows on stage.
On Children’s Day, when the performance time was coming, I asked my mother to buy me a bottle of Coca-Cola, which made me excited, to help me relieve my anxiety. That smell is really a nectar, and it is unforgettable to me so far. Speaking of Coca-Cola, it is not actually a special drink, but you may not understand. My parents have not allowed me to drink this drink since I was a child, saying that it is bad for children's health. So far, I have not understood how it is harmful to the human body. good.
After a few drinks, I walked onto the stage, and my anxiety gradually eased. As the music came, my hands and feet moved with the rhythm, but some of them couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the song, and their postures were always a beat slower than other children. My heart suddenly became anxious, and my brain went blank.
At that moment, I noticed the shadows of mothers and teachers in the group. They gave me a thumbs up with both hands! Suddenly, I felt a burst of courage, and I gradually adjusted the strength of my posture, as if it was combined with the sound of music. At this time, my mother took a "coolest and handsome" photo of me.
I almost forgot. What we dance is folk dance. When I dance, it feels like riding a horse galloping on the grassland...
Daily life meeting I wrote many memories for us and stored them in a photo. Each photo has its own little story.
Photos allow everyone to go back to the past and reminisce about the lost good times. Story in Photos Composition 9
A small photo can give people a sense of happiness; a small photo can make people recall the past... Open that thick stack of photo albums , a photo always gives me endless happiness and endless memories.
In the photo, I am attending the birthday party of my good friend Yang. Both my face and hers are covered in flour, and we are also filled with happy smiles.
That afternoon, at Yang’s invitation, I came to her home. Her mother, Aunt Li, had already put the cakes and stir-fried vegetables on the table and said to us: "I'm going out for a while, you guys play first." When Yang saw Aunt Li going out, she said to me holding the cake with a smirk on her face. : "Don't eat it yet, how about we play a game?" I looked at her with a puzzled face, thinking: What do you want, a naughty kid?
At this time, she carried two small buckets, one on her side and one on my side. She also brought up a bag of flour and poured it into the two buckets with a "swish" sound. inside.
Before I could react, she grabbed a handful of flour, rushed towards me, and threw the flour at me. Only then did I suddenly realize that I was "fighting" with her fiercely. ——First with my hands, then with a bowl, and finally with a bucket, I slammed it on the opponent's head. Our hair, face, and clothes were all covered in flour. But we didn't know that Aunt Li came back during our "fighting", and also used her mobile phone to freeze the intense and beautiful scene while we were "fighting" and printed it out.
To this day, I still keep this photo. Whenever I open that thick stack of photo albums, this photo will always give me endless fun and endless memories. Story Composition 10 in Photos
Time flies, and photos can always record the beautiful moments in our lives, and also freeze the beautiful pictures in the photos. Everyone sees their own beautiful photos, Your heart will be filled with memories and beauty.
Of course I am no exception. One day I saw a photo that really moved me. It was a photo of me and a classmate in the fourth grade. In the photo, I was playing badminton with my classmate. The game was very fierce. Both sides were sweating and panting, but they still stared at the ball and waved the racket. The score was only two points apart.
The people in the photo with me are my classmates, and they also learn badminton at the same place as me. We have known each other since the second grade, when he transferred to the school where I was studying. He was very outgoing and cheerful, and we quickly became good friends. After that, we studied and played together, and he recommended that I learn badminton.
I was deeply attracted by this sport when I first came into contact with hairball. Unlike football and baseball, it requires the cooperation of many people and is a good reflection of personal strength. The beginning is always the hardest. The basic movements every day are very boring and I work very hard. However, after a month, I have only learned some basic movements, which is very energy-consuming and boring. When I told him about this, he thought about it and said he could help me. With his help, I practiced hard every day, kept swinging, serving, and practicing my steps, and I avoided many detours. In just five months, my skills were no worse than his. Finally, with my continuous efforts, I went to participate in the badminton competition in Qingdao with him. I met him in the quarterfinals. We started a fierce game and the score reached 20-18.
I swung the ball lightly, and the ball flew over gracefully. Not to be outdone, he swung the racket violently, and the ball passed over my head. It was too late and then it was too late. I ran under the ball in three steps and two steps at a time. I saw the opportunity and smashed the ball with all my strength, and the scene was frozen.
Time flies, use photos to record the beautiful moments. The things in the photos can always make our hearts warm. May youth last forever. Story Composition 11 in the Photo
"In the beginning, we are all children, and in the end, we long to become angels. The songs of songs hide the shadow of fairy tales. Children of children should fly to Where are we going..." Do you still remember the song "Days on Beijing East Road"?
The years passing by with the wind are like a dream stepping on clouds. In the dream, we still come to the intersection of parting. From the first hello to the last goodbye, in the middle, it is not just you and me. The same memories are still the same youth we will never get back. What is left to us is the photo and its story.
I clearly remember that it was the afternoon of July 1, 20xx, when the head teacher organized us to line up the final team. Although the head teacher didn’t say it, each of us knew in our hearts that this was our last time. Take group photos. Everyone is extremely quiet, even the usually naughty students. Afterwards, the school leaders and our subject teachers also took their seats and took this precious graduation photo.
I remember that it was the graduation party we carefully planned. I remember the content of the leave request note on the blackboard very clearly. When the monitor handed the chalk to the head teacher, Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang turned around and looked at Wang. Looking at the teacher's back, we spontaneously applauded. Teacher Wang asked: "Students, do you approve or disapprove?" We shouted: "Disapprove"! Because we know that Teacher Wang is a good teacher, we all want to be her students forever.
Thinking of all this, I feel wet in my eyes, as if our parting was just yesterday, as if six years were just yesterday. We made trouble together and went crazy together. Every activity and every performance we had, everything was vividly remembered and everything was so beautiful. I have always heard that "time never gets old and we will never be separated". But now, time is still not getting old, but we are separated, and we all go our separate ways.
Although the change of time proves our growth, we must also seize the time, seize every minute and every second, and cherish every person and every thing we meet in the long river of time. thing.
"In the beginning, we were all children, and in the end, we longed to become angels..." More than a year later, I still remember the story in that photo. Story in Photos Composition 12
Turn over the photos and recall the past, full of happiness and unforgettable moments. Photos record the beauty of that moment, and happiness stays at that moment.
The photo is of my brother and I. I was only in the fourth grade of elementary school at that time, and my brother was 3 years old. The photo was taken when my father took everyone to fly a kite on the dam. My brother and I worked really hard at that time. At the beginning, everyone thought very simply and were very confident. It was just flying a kite! As long as there is wind. But when everyone started to fly the kite, we were given a warning at the beginning. 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 the kite. Suddenly an idea occurred to me. It turned out that I had mistaken the direction of the wind. I should run against the wind to make the kite fly. Everyone took a short rest, and I tried to run against the wind, and my brother also started running. Finally, everyone watched the kite slowly fly up, flying higher and higher, and everyone jumped up happily. The younger brother was running on the grass pulling the kite string, and everyone was posing poss together! Celebrating 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" with 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 standing on tiptoe.
And I held the ribbon in my hand, bent down and symmetrically followed my brother in a "scissor hand" gesture, smiling happily, with my mouth wide open, and a row of neat teeth exposed, releasing the happiest and most joyful expression. breath. The sun also released all its warmth at that moment, shining on everyone and reflecting the most beautiful shadows.
This photo is the warmth and happiness of my brother and I. It records 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. It only passes by for a moment, but it is frozen forever. We cannot keep time, but what remains in our hearts are the most beautiful and good memories! Story in Photos Composition 13
In the corner of the bookcase, there is an old photo lying. Once, when I was sorting out books, I saw it covered with dust. I gently brushed off the dust on it, revealing a clear appearance. This brought back a memory for me:
At that time, I was still a little kid, and I could only reach my father’s waist when I stood on tiptoe. I have no worries, even the air is filled with joy, and everything is my friend. Even sitting on the grass for a day will not make you feel bored. My parents always call me "baby" and take good care of me. Every weekend, they would hold my little hand and take me to Century Park. I often invite some friends to have a picnic together.
On such a day, my friends and I were walking on the tree-lined path, playing with a ball and listening to the conversation of my parents. The petals on the peach trees on the roadside fell one after another, just like peach blossoms raining down. What a beautiful picture! Being naughty, I wanted to catch the petals that fell from time to time, so I begged my father to pick me up.
Dad said without hesitation: "Okay!" He gently picked me up and put me on his shoulders. My little hand just caught a small petal, coldly, in an arc, like a cute little fairy, dancing in my hand; like a small boat, taking me into the ocean of imagination; like a touch of light Laughing has become the best memory.
Dad carried me steadily, and I felt as at ease as if I were sitting on a chair, without having to worry about falling off. I became a little princess, smelling the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and of course, I proudly accepted the envious eyes of the children. I am also like a giant, stretching out my little hand as if it can touch the sky.
I smiled happily, and my smile was as pure as filtered water. Dad would also smile heartily when he heard my silver bell-like laughter.
I was caught in this photo while being held by my father while smelling the fragrance of flowers.
Now, my father can no longer hold me. I miss that moment so much, that carefree moment, that happy moment, a moment that I can’t go back even if I want to. Story in Photos Composition 14
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and green." This is the song Lin Haiyin sang when he graduated from sixth grade. Looking through the photos of when I hosted the graduation ceremony, I fell into memories unknowingly.
This was my hosting at the graduation ceremony, and it was also the last time I hosted in elementary school. There was soft music playing, and the students were noisy as always. But my heart is cold, and when I think that we will be scattered like catkins in two hours, my eyes turn red unconsciously. The math teacher who was always strict and had a straight face suddenly became kind that day. She also said in my ear: "Girl, you have really grown up. Go and fly in a wider sky."
Unexpectedly, the boys in our class sang a song that day. The first boy to start singing couldn't even keep up with the accompaniment, and the others were also out of tune. It was like the sound of five pieces of music mixed together. But the lyrics touched me deeply: We are about to run to all directions and work hard for our dreams. They sang heartily on the stage, holding hands and putting their arms around each other. The friendship of six years cannot be broken up! I slowly looked at the classmates in the audience, and I saw a boy who usually had a playful and playful face secretly wiping his tears! His eyes were very red, and tears were streaming down one by one. He was staring straight ahead, as if he was fascinated or thinking hard about something.
My eyes suddenly seemed to be blocked by some liquid. Thinking of their usual naughty ways, I felt a little uncomfortable. On the big screen were photos of our six years in primary school. We gradually transformed from immature children into sensible teenagers, which moved me deeply.
Finally it was time to say goodbye to the head teacher. I hugged the head teacher tightly, as if I wanted to save this time. After the graduation ceremony, I took my schoolbag and walked out. Thinking that it would be difficult to come back after leaving, I looked back at the familiar campus.
"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, there are only a few close friends." We have entered a new life and made new friends. The past time will never come back, but the story in this photo is one of the most precious moments in my life. It symbolizes the end of my elementary school life and the beginning of my junior high school life. Although those close friends have broken up, the friendship will never break up. Story in Photos Essay 15
There is a photo under the glass plate of my desk. This photo was taken when my mother took me and Lu Liuwen to visit the Grand Canyon in Western Zhejiang. Look, in a crystal clear stream, Lu Liuwen and I were having a water fight! Look how much fun we have! Every time I see this photo, my mind goes back to that day.
It was one day during the summer vacation. Under the leadership of my mother, we came to the Grand Canyon in Western Zhejiang. There are lush green trees, wild flowers and grass everywhere, blue streams criss-crossing the area, and the air is extremely fresh.
While admiring the charming scenery, we slowly walked forward with the flow of people. As we walked, a crystal clear stream appeared in front of us, and the sand and stones in the water were clearly visible. Because the water is not deep, many people are playing in the stream. The water splashes and jumps in the air like pearls. We were so excited to see it that we also went to play in the water. "Wow, this water is so cool!" I couldn't help shouting. I raised my right foot and stepped down hard, "pop", a big water flower bloomed under my feet, and strings of naughty water drops rushed to my whole body. It was so comfortable!
Suddenly, Lu Liuwen from behind took some water and sprinkled it on my face. Suddenly, my face was wet. Okay, you actually attacked me! I didn't show any weakness, and quickly picked up a large handful of water and threw it towards Lu Liu Wenyang, making most of her skirt wet. But instead of being angry, she responded to me with a smile... Just like that, we splashed each other together, both of us were dripping wet, just like we were celebrating the Water Splashing Festival. Mom saw us having so much fun and took this photo for us when we weren't paying attention.
This is really an unforgettable photo!