In my photo album, there is a photo lying quietly, which was taken during my speech. I can speak bravely on stage, and Ceng Laoshi is the greatest hero!
At that time, I was still a little girl who lost "Jin Doudou" when I was in trouble. Once we had an oral communication class and asked to talk about our lucky money. Ceng Laoshi just ordered me to take the stage. Halfway through, I stammered and looked at sixty-six pairs of eyes staring at me. I couldn't speak any more, and my face turned red and white. Just as I was trying to find a hole to get into and was about to cry, Ceng Laoshi clapped his hands and the students applauded with the teacher. Looking at Ceng Laoshi's trusting eyes, I finally got up the courage and used up the lucky money.
Not long ago, the school held a speech contest, and Ceng Laoshi encouraged me to participate. I signed up. Ceng Laoshi practices my speech in his spare time every day. Finally, on the day of the competition, I stepped onto the stage, my heart was pounding, and I found Ceng Laoshi's trusting eyes in the vast sea of people. So I read it with great excitement. Just then, Ceng Laoshi pressed the shutter. Left this wonderful moment.
Now, when I encounter difficulties and setbacks, I always face them bravely and never flinch. Before, my grades were always average. Now, I take an active part in extracurricular activities, and I am among the best in all aspects. I'm not that ugly caterpillar anymore. After difficulties and tempering, I finally broke through the cocoon and became a beautiful butterfly.
The second article: unforgettable photos
In my photo album, there are many new photos and old photos, and one of them is the most unforgettable.
This photo was taken by my father in Zhuhai Golden Apple Paradise on July 8, 2006. The photo shows my happy and unforgettable childhood. Look, I'm the one with big eyes and white teeth.
That day was my sixth birthday. My parents and I went to Zhuhai Golden Apple Paradise by coach. The first thing that caught my eye were three golden apples, about two meters wide and two meters high. Entering the gate, there are many interesting and various games, which really deserves to be the first entertainment city.
A game attracted me to the past and I saw it clearly. The name of the game is "Water Gun Playing Ghost". The game is explained as follows: there are many monsters hidden in Suna Mountain, and our little soldiers must take water guns and cars to destroy them. Admission to 5 yuan, (20 minutes). Dad gave me money to buy tickets. I picked up the water gun, put on my helmet and armed myself. I really set off by car like a brave and upright little policeman. Suddenly a dull devil appeared in Su Nanshan, and I shot him dead. Where did you get the water? As soon as I looked at it, I knew it was the banshee attacking me. I flashed its attack from left to right. Just then, my father raised the camera and pressed the shutter, and my lovely and brave appearance remained in the photo forever.
Every time I see this photo, I will think of my birthday, how happy and happy! Tell me, is this an unforgettable photo?
The third article: the story in the photo
Time is like running water, which flows quietly day and night. I also grew from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to write tears in a notebook.
Put down the dusty photo album for a long time, and my thoughts began to roll. I touch every photo, and every photo tells a story about me and my childhood. My eyes suddenly stopped at a photo with some yellow edges, and I smiled happily.
In this photo. There is a little girl wearing a skirt with croissants. She was crying in the sky. This is me. There is also a big boy who eats lollipops and laughs badly, and that is my brother.
I remember it was an autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the store. My brother wants to eat it, too. If I don't give it to him, he will give me bad brains.
He lied to me that he could find a bigger and more beautiful lollipop in my mother's car basket, and whoever got it got it. I really want it, so I have to get it At that time, I was too short to reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me, and I moved the stool to turn over my mother's basket.
I didn't find a lollipop in the basket. I was just about to ask my brother. Looking back, he was eating my lollipop! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I just sat on the ground and cried. It happened to be photographed by my aunt who just bought a camera.
It's been seven or eight years since this happened. Now think about it. I was really cute at that time. This is the story that happened in my photo.
Article 4: A photo of a child.
When I recall my childhood, I always feel very beautiful, but after many years, I have long forgotten that only those photos can be recorded.
Open the photo album and you will see photos with different expressions. I was too young in the photo. Once I couldn't help asking my mother, "Is this me?" Is this me? Am I that small? Mom laughed at me for being a silly girl.
Among these many photos, one is my favorite.
This photo was taken at a scenic spot near my hometown. I was about two or three years old then. I stumbled and was very afraid of dogs. There are German dogs in the scenic spot, each grinning, which scares me. I clamored for my father to hug me. My mother said, "Tingting, practice walking more, and I won't wrestle in the future." Don't always let dad hug me. " I have to walk carefully. When I saw the dog, I held Dad's hand tightly. My father knew my mind and made me cry on purpose. He pointed to a dog and said, "Come and bite the child." "Wow ..." When I heard that, I was so scared that I burst into tears. I sat on the ground and cried. Tears fell like broken pearls. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly picked up the camera and took this shot.
When I was a child, I was good at laughing. Most photos show me smiling. This is the only photo that I cried. Perhaps because of the particularity of this photo, I like this photo. It showed me that there were not only happy smiles but also naive tears in my childhood.
Yes, how colorful childhood is! Like a shell on the beach; How short childhood is, it slipped away from me unconsciously, leaving only those unforgettable fragments that people can remember.
Article 5: Unforgettable photos
There is an unforgettable photo hidden in my photo album. This is a photo taken when I traveled to Beijing last July and stood on Wanshou Mountain.
In the photo, a cypress tree grows in a crack in the rock on my left. The cypress is about 2 meters high, and its branches lean outward, covering all the stones nearby. Behind me is a tower. There are three doors 3 meters high in the middle of the tower. There is a hole in the tower every few centimeters. There is a bodhisattva in every cave. Vivid and beautiful. This tower has two floors, each of which is more than 4 meters high.
Whenever I see this photo, I will think of traveling in Beijing that year. On that day, my mother, grandfather, grandmother, sister, cousin and uncle were playing in the Summer Palace. Suddenly I saw a man climbing to Wanshou Mountain, so I dragged my mother to climb. My mother said, "everyone has traveled a lot and is very tired. Let's not go." But even if I dragged her to climb, my mother had no choice but to agree. But halfway up the mountain, I felt backache and my legs were weak. I regretted it and shouted, "I'm tired. I won't climb. Let's go down the mountain." At this time, my uncle said, "You are bent on doing one thing, and you can't give up halfway. As long as you bite your teeth and stick to it for a while, you will succeed. " I blushed, pushed away my mother's outstretched hand and climbed up step by step. Finally, I climbed to the top of the mountain. Looking around, you can see the beautiful scenery in the center of Beijing. The joy of success welled up in my heart. With a click, my uncle took a picture of me at this moment.
This photo will stay in my photo album forever. This is my most unforgettable photo.
Article 6: Precious photos
On my desk, there is a photo taken by me standing in front of Qingyun Mountain Waterfall, where the water mist dissipates. Whenever I see this photo, I can't help but recall the scene of visiting Qingyun Mountain.
On that day, I was so happy that I couldn't get up early at dawn, packed my things and went to Qingyun Mountain in Yongtai with my parents happily. Grandfather Sun also showed his smiling face early, sprinkling a layer of golden sunshine on the earth.
The car bypassed the eighteen bends of the mountain road and finally reached Qingyun Mountain. I can't wait to get off. I saw the clouds around Qingyun Mountain, and the whole mountain seemed to be covered with a thin layer of white gauze, which really gave people an immersive experience. We followed the tour guide up the mountain one after another, with trees on both sides of the mountain road and changing scenery.
Suddenly I heard the roar of the waves ahead and the earth-shattering sound. There was a waterfall flying ahead. The waterfall was crowded with tourists, and we quickly chose the best viewing spot to enjoy the majestic momentum of the waterfall. Standing by the pool, the waterfall, like Qianshan Mountain, collapses all over the world, looking so boundless, so turbulent and so majestic. I can't help but think of Li Bai's poem "Flying down three thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days."
Dad said, "It's now or never. Take a picture! " My mother asked me to pose, and my father took a beautiful photo with a camera "click". Then we reluctantly left and continued to watch.
Now as soon as I see this photo, I think of the happy scene of going to Qingyun Mountain and the majestic momentum of the waterfall.
Article 7: The most beautiful photos
It's clear in Wan Li today, and Xiao Ning's mood is as good as this weather, because his father will take him to the park to take photos. They walked happily on the way to the park and came to the park unconsciously.
The scenery here is very beautiful. You see, the willow is shaking its branches in the green, like a girl dancing her long green hair. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, some like horses galloping forward, some like rabbits picking mushrooms, and some like chickens pecking at rice ... very fun!
Dad took Xiao Ning to a flower bed and wanted to take a picture of him as a souvenir. He smiled at the camera with his hand behind his back. Dad is about to press the shutter of the camera. Suddenly, Xiao Ning ran west. Dad looked at Xiao Ning doubtfully and thought, What is Xiao Ning going to do? I'll follow him in case he gets lost. Dad caught up with Xiao Ning. When he saw it, it turned out that Xiaohong accidentally fell down while playing. She grabbed her ass and couldn't stand up. Xiao Ning squatted down, grabbed Xiaohong's arm, turned to his father and said, "Dad, Xiaohong fell down. Please take a photo with us! " Dad nodded with a smile. So, Xiao Ning and Xiaohong posed. Dad raised his camera and took a picture. After the photo shoot, Xiao Ning reached out to help Xiaohong and sent her home with her father.
When he got home, his father asked Xiao Ning, "Xiao Ning, do you think this photo is good?" Of course, because it stands for love and friendship!
Chapter 8: The Eye of History —— Reflections triggered by a photo.
Photos are the eyes of history, and a photo can witness a period of history. When I saw this photo in the Chinese book, my heart was shocked and my blood seemed to freeze, which made me understand that tragic history.
This photo was taken by a reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 937. In the photo, the blown-up footbridge was terrible, the platform and tracks were blown up, and the air was filled with smoke. A lonely little boy, dressed in rags and covered in blood, sat on the tracks and cried in horror, as if calling for his mother.
The train station, which was supposed to be crowded, was empty except for the little boy. Where did everyone go? Why is the track that should be clean a mess? Why is the injured boy alone? Where is his mother?
Facing the picture, I seem to see people who are frightened, crying and running in the smoke. The ground was covered with charred and mutilated bodies with lead skin and boards. The wounded were crushed under the rubble and the wound was still bleeding. There are broken walls everywhere, which is terrible.
Facing the picture, I seem to hear the bombing of the roaring and diving bombers, the harsh explosions, the collapse of overpasses and platforms, the groans of the injured, and the lonely and heartbroken cries of the little boy: "Mom, Mom ... where are you ..."
The war killed countless people, lost the mother's son, lost his wife's husband, and lost the father of the child. We hope, we pray, don't fight, defend peace, and let a peaceful bloom spread everywhere.