1. Composition: Taking Graduation Photos
I, a sixth grade primary school student, am about to graduate. As a graduate, I have never even thought about graduation, nor do I dare to think about it. I don’t want to be separated from my teachers and classmates who have been with me for six years, but I have to face the facts in front of me no matter what.
Graduation photos were taken, and the expressions of the students were very sad. Although some students were laughing, I believe that it must not come from his heart, and he must be suppressing the pain in his heart. , how can you not be sad to be separated from the person who has been with you through six years of ups and downs? Laughing was a forced smile, and I was laughing too, but I just didn’t want my classmates to see my weak side, so I joked with my classmates along the way.
After the group photo, the students took photos with their good friends one after another. Although there is still more than a month until graduation, the students have already shown the same reluctance as when they graduated. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, but the students are still interested. Although they are sweating from the heat, they still insist on staying in their own "holy place" for taking pictures. In one morning, some students had taken more than a dozen photos, but what about me? But I only took one graduation group photo. I don't like taking pictures by nature, and I don't know why. I get very nervous when I see the camera, and my expression is so stiff. The last time I went to take pictures, it actually gave me a muscle cramp, which is why I am so taboo about taking pictures. However, this time for the graduation group photo, I went to great lengths to keep my classmates. After taking the photo, I played down there for a while and then went up to read a book. The weather is so hot, the students' perseverance is really strong, I praised them secretly in my heart. Although I really wanted to take a few photos, wouldn't it be embarrassing if something happened midway? Alas, it seems that I can only watch them take pictures.
In my opinion, graduation makes me happy and sad at the same time. What makes me happy is that I will soon face new challenges and can reach a higher level; what makes me sad? I think everyone knows it well even if I don’t say it. I really don’t know what kind of expression I can use to face my classmates and teachers when I graduate. I, who usually have very expressive expressions, have become helpless.
It’s true that “the friendship between classmates is so deep that we can’t bear to say goodbye, and we will graduate from Bicao on campus”!
2. How to write a composition about taking graduation photos
Farewell to my alma mater
I opened the pages of the classmate directory and saw the classmates on the graduation photos. With vibrant faces and six years of ups and downs, I am filled with emotions. Now I have transformed from a naive little girl into a little girl. It was the six years at my alma mater that made me understand Thinking a lot, a thing from the past came to mind again.
I vaguely remember that in the first grade, I was too timid to talk to my classmates or raise my hand when the teacher was in class. Until one day, the teacher taught us to read poetry aloud, and the students all raised their hands, but what about me? Like a timid cat lowering its head. "Classmate Zhang Aiying, come and read!" Hearing this sweet voice, I couldn't help but tremble, and my face was already red to the root of my neck. At this time, the teacher's sweet voice sounded in my ears again: "Teacher, I believe you can do it!" I slowly raised my head and saw the teacher's eyes casting encouraging glances at me. I boldly read aloud. . In this way, I defeated my timidity and took a gratifying step! In this way, I grew up little by little and entered the middle grade.
When I was in the third grade, I looked forward to the day that I could study in a tall building every day, hoping to sit on the spacious floor like my brothers and sisters. In the classroom, I listened to the teacher talking about the philosophy of life, the mysteries of mathematics, and the truths of science. Time flies like a fleeting moment, and in a blink of an eye I become a sixth grade student. I also began to realize the true meaning of learning, and also learned that learning is not an easy task. It requires hard work and sweat. Only in this way can life continue to increase its brilliance.
In the sixth grade, I finally welcomed The first turning point in my life came - the big test to enter junior high school. Before the test, the teacher did some pre-test mobilization. The teacher said that if we pass this test, we can enter junior high school. This is a big test, but in this test, we It is time to leave elementary school. After hearing these words, some students were happy because after passing this exam, they can be promoted to junior high school and grow up;
Some students were nervous because they were the first For the first time, I am facing the first turning point in my life; but I am a little sad, because after this exam, I will leave elementary school and enter junior high school, and I will leave the family that raised me for six years. My alma mater, I really hope that the time to say goodbye can be full. However, time passes very quickly. In a blink of an eye, the exam is over and the moment of separation has arrived.
Looking around me, I am about to say goodbye. As I said goodbye to my classmates, a sense of melancholy and reluctance suddenly arose in my heart. Time is ruthless, no matter how reluctant I am to give up. We will still part ways, and I should face it bravely now. We took a group photo in front of a willow tree in front of the school. With a "click", the students all left. The eyes began to blur, and a few drops of water shed, salty, they were tears. After all, I still can't face it bravely. At this time, someone from behind tapped me, and when I looked back, it turned out to be my best friend.
Just when my eyes, no, our hearts were connected, I felt her encouragement to me.
I broke up with my teacher and classmate in front of the willow tree in early summer. In front of the willow tree, I will enter junior high school, where I will have a group of new and lovely classmates; there, I will have several more knowledgeable and amiable teachers; there, there will be a brand new learning environment and I have been with you for three years.
At this moment, I feel like I have grown wings and are flying far away. No matter how far and high I fly, I will never forget this alma mater, classmates and teachers who have accompanied me for six years. One day I will be filled with the joy of success and share it with my teachers and classmates. That day was when the willow saplings grew into willow trees and the fresh fragrance filled the campus. 3. An essay on a group photo that I missed
In life, there must be many things that you have missed due to your own negligence. For example, a gathering with classmates, an important agreement with peers, etc. I missed an important photo.
That year, our family and grandparents came to Xiamen. It was originally a beautiful memory, but it made me regret it very much.
Grandpa is over sixty years old, and his legs and feet are basically flexible. What I have to admire is that grandpa has many advantages. For example, grandpa never swears, never fights, and lives frugally. He is really one of the top ten outstanding young people! ! Therefore, I am determined to make my grandpa my idol for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, today’s stars are too attractive. Alas, God doesn’t follow people’s wishes and God doesn’t work for them! !
However, just such a person, a few days ago, discovered a feared cell - cancer cell. At that time, I thought, how could a living person suddenly grow old? I didn't care much about it, but I resented the nervousness of the adults. Of course, I have no objection to them hiding the illness from Grandpa.
During the short trip to Xiamen, a camera was indispensable, but the adults forgot to bring it with them in their busy schedule. I was the only one with my small camera, so I wanted to take pictures. What, of course, is up to me to decide.
No matter it was my sister or anyone else, they all advised me to delete the old photos for fear that my grandpa would keep them as souvenirs. But damn, I couldn’t bear to delete the photos I took when I went out with my classmates. I was indifferent. I also want to take a few pictures to remember.
Grandpa died three months after we returned home. He died of torture from the disease. I was immediately filled with sadness and cried for a long time. The tears were full of regret, sadness and grief.
How I regret not taking more photos to remember. If I could turn back time, I would never be willful again. Then, I would not be so sad now. 4. Write a composition about the process of taking this photo
The process of taking a good photo 1. Composition of the golden section. Many friends always like to put the subject in the center of the viewfinder, but for everyone Generally speaking, the aesthetics are different, and the composition is also different. Photos that place the subject too centrally do not seem to stand out.
As early as the Renaissance, architects, painters and photographers in the mid-19th century were using a method called "golden section 0.618" to compose images, placing the subject in the middle. A little left or right, a little higher or lower. In fact, the golden section can be seen everywhere, such as people’s faces, upper and lower bodies, etc. are all in this ratio! There are many ways to improve the composition of a photo by enhancing the visual effect of the subject. The best way is to let the subject fill the entire frame. Whether you choose to get closer to the subject or use a telephoto lens, you can make the subject occupy a larger area in the photo. space.
Let the viewer understand the intention of your shooting. Every time you look through the photos you have taken, you will always find that some of them are slightly different from what you expected when you pressed the shutter button.
This is often because you are not close enough to the subject. When a subject appears so small in the picture that it cannot be seen, no matter how good the intention is, it cannot be conveyed to the viewer. Remember, the purpose of photography is to capture the subject and convey your meaning to the viewer.
When photographing people, especially children, using a telephoto lens is the best choice, as it can shorten the visual distance between the subject and the background. In addition, the perspective of the telephoto lens is quite small, which can express the characters' expressions vividly.
Telephoto lenses are sometimes used as special lenses for portraits. When shooting landscapes, most people like to use the wide-angle end of the lens.
The wide-angle end can provide a larger viewing angle, but it also brings clutter into the frame, resulting in a messy composition. Therefore, when you use the wide-angle end to shoot, you must fully understand every scene observed in the viewfinder.
It is recommended that when taking landscape photos, you must concentrate and maintain a stable mood, otherwise the photos taken in a hurry will have random, sloppy, and unsatisfactory compositions. Horizontal vs. Vertical Perhaps it is because it is more comfortable to hold the camera horizontally, or perhaps it is easier to observe the information to be expressed when the camera is horizontal. Many photographers are accustomed to horizontal composition.
It’s not bad to use this composition method, but I hope you don’t ignore another composition method-vertical composition.
Before shooting, imagine both composition methods. If you have to choose one, which one is better? Horizontal composition can provide more space for your vision to stretch or move; while vertical composition can give you a sense of space with the subject upright, and the resulting feeling is also comfortable.
In terms of feeling, horizontal composition, like horizontal lines, can inspire a sense of stability and tranquility. On the contrary, the vertical composition induces a feeling of tallness, pride and dignity.
We usually express the subject in these two ways, but the mood conveyed by the two ways of expression is completely different. Whenever you are composing a picture, you must express the characteristics of the subject in the best possible composition. Therefore, when shooting, you must constantly ask yourself, what kind of composition can this subject be expressed vividly and put you in their shoes? Imagine the shooting results carefully and then choose the ideal method.
If you cannot determine the pros and cons of using two methods of observation and comparison, you must use both to avoid losing the opportunity. It would be a pity if you only choose one way to save memory card and miss out on the exciting and fascinating scenery.
Change the shooting position and angle. Tilt the digital camera at a certain angle to express the subject diagonally. This is a good way to give the picture speed, movement and dynamic emotion. In the shooting composition, the author's experience is: horizontal lines indicate calmness; vertical lines induce pride; diagonal lines can express dynamics.
For example, take a picture of a painter who has not yet started work or has completed the work. Assuming that the ladder is placed diagonally across the building, you would assume that the painter is working. Why is this? Because the diagonal line of the ladder is a metaphor for unfinished action.
When an airplane takes off, it flies diagonally into the sky is also a good example. If you have ever flown on an airplane, you can experience the relatively smooth, calm and peaceful take-off and landing of an airplane. The feeling caused by the relatively horizontal normal flight state is different. Silhouette photos: Well-composed silhouette photos (or silhouettes) can more realistically show the shape of objects, and the viewer is not disturbed by texture and color, and the imagination can run freely.
Silhouette photos generally place the subject in a backlit state, so that the subject can show its charm in the form of outline. When taking silhouette photos, you must pay attention to distinguishing the subject from other silhouettes in the background. If they are merged into one, this silhouette photo will be a failed work.
When taking silhouette photos, you must distinguish the subjects belonging to the same light and dark. Here I would like to remind everyone that the adaptation range of camera metering and CCD to the light and dark spectrum is smaller than the adaptation range of the human eye. Only when Only when the bright and dark areas exceed the aperture range can the photo show a contrast between light and dark, thereby expressing the subject. When taking such photos, there are two situations that will lead to failure. One situation is that the lens only shoots at the brightest area, and the photos taken will be underexposed and become dark.
Therefore, when you are preparing to shoot, you must be clear: if a strong light source is used as the exposure standard, then all the scenery in front of the light source will form a dark silhouette. For this reason, you must choose the best shooting angle. Let the entire scenery and theme be expressed, and avoid the outline without the main body, so as to ensure the success of the work. When the illumination is fixed, you must not interpret it with your brain or judge it with your eyes. Instead, you must expose according to the metering standard. Only in this way can you successfully see the silhouette clearly represented.
2. Talk about experience by taking photos. Make full use of the golden section composition principle. The golden section mentioned in the actual shooting is very useful and is basically used in every shooting. Here is The subject of "Rambler" is all centered, which cannot reflect the length of the road ahead of the subject. The road traveled is as long as the road left behind, which cannot reflect the purpose of the photographer. 5. Composition to take graduation photos
On an uneventful evening, with panic, exhaustion, and a little excitement, my classmates and I walked quietly on the playground, waiting to freeze everything in our junior high school. In that small eight-inch moment. The scorching heat of the setting sun slowly moved on my back. I turned my back to the setting sun, silent, silent, and silent again. It turns out that the last thing is just the feeling of silence. However, enough is enough.
Small mirror, wooden comb.
No one will give you a disgusted look, nor will anyone secretly call you boring and ugly. After all, we want to leave beautiful images and youthful looks.
"Hey, your bangs are a little messy." You turned your head, quite surprised. Because of some trivial matters, I once argued with you and hated you fiercely. Forgive me for being ridiculously naive and ignorant, and please don’t keep my ugly dark side in your heart for a long time.
"Let me help you get it." We looked at each other and smiled.
If you have to leave, you must leave happily and take this feeling with you on the road.
Button. Stand up collar.
The usually unkempt boys have returned to being handsome in school uniforms.
You who will snatch the heavy object from my hand at the top of the stairs, whistle and rush into the classroom. All kinds of you, so many different looks, the casual, sloppy and unkempt in the past, the handsome and tall today - you live in my heart.
Being sensitive, I pick up the little details one by one that are insignificant and often easily ignored by you, and put them in my deepest memory, treating them as treasures. Your touching enthusiasm and smile are in my dreams every night.
"Stand up, stand up quickly."
The tripod opposite has already been set up. The head teacher stood next to the photographer with a stern expression as usual, giving instructions with difficulty. His tone was full of kindness and gentleness. Maybe he was really annoyed by our excitement, or because he was reluctant to leave. In short, I will never forget the tearful face of my old classmate for many years. That kind of touch from the teacher may never be forgotten again. There are also feelings that cannot be expressed.
Let’s all stand and let our rolling eyes look at the little circle.
Don't be nervous, please don't be nervous.
Relax your face, curve your eyes, reveal your teeth as white as the bright moon, and raise the corners of your mouth to a perfect and gentle arc.
What kind of expression is fixed, whether it is brilliant or weird. Although it looks so stupid, many years later, I still smile when I see it, and there is only one smile left. What kind of youth and what kind of years it was, are all our passing years now.
"Come on, relax and strike a pose. It's almost over." The photographer opposite said.
Before I had time to think about what kind of command I should give to my limbs, before I had time to prepare, "Three-two-one!" the countdown from the photographer had already begun.
Click.
In a panic, I just stretched out my index and middle fingers to make a "V". This was so stupid that I even despised it.
But then you smiled and told me that it was so cute.
It turns out that there is no need to worry or regret. It's okay, everything will eventually return to peace and perfection.
The blunt and heavy time machine rolls over our youth arrogantly, leaving us with memories that are so smooth and perfect, so quiet and touching.
The afterglow of the sunset is spreading, and my heartache and ours are spreading.
Don’t cry, please don’t cry, even though we go our separate ways, even though we have been together for three years, we are still separated, but because of those touching smiles, touching tears, and touching years, As young people, we are not alone. 6. Write a composition about taking photos
I remember that on my fifth birthday, my brother, eldest sister, and second sister all came to my house. We played and made trouble, and were very happy. It's time to eat, but we are still immersed in the joy just now, with bright smiles on our faces. Sitting in front of a round table filled with dishes and a big cake in the middle, I don’t know where to start! I grabbed a large piece of cake and ate it with big mouthfuls. My mouth was full of cream. I didn't even wipe it off, so I drank Coke. At this moment, I suddenly heard the second sister cry "Wow". Did she not eat the cake? Or did you fall? I'll "inquire" carefully! I laughed so much that my stomach hurt. It turned out that my father wanted to take a picture of the second sister, and the second sister cried when he heard about it. The second sister is really weird. Other children like to take pictures, such as me, the eldest sister, and my brother. They all like to shoot. But the second sister didn't like it. She also said that it was scary when the camera lit up when taking pictures.
I continued to drink my Coke and saw the eldest sister surrounding the second sister, talking and persuading. You also said this is also for commemoration! This was difficult for the eldest sister, but it was also of her own free will. After several twists and turns, she finally succeeded in persuading her. The second sister agreed to take a photo with us. "Click -" left a wonderful memory. This photo is like this: I was drinking Coke with gusto, and the person next to me was frowning, with a frustrated face, looking unhappy. Next to the second sister was the eldest sister. The eldest sister hugged the second sister and looked sincere. As for the brother, he was gnawing on the chicken legs.
There is a photo in my photo album that was taken when I was a child. In the photo, I was wearing a thick cotton coat and rolling in the snow. My whole body was covered with snowflakes, and a snowball hit me right in the face, like a Santa Claus. But I was still very happy and had a big smile on my face. Whenever I see this photo, I can't help but think of one thing.
It was a cold winter morning. Everything was covered in snow. Pedestrians on the road were all wearing thick cotton clothes, leaving footprints of different shades on the snow-covered road.
I suggested having a snowball fight, and everyone agreed. So my mother took me and my eldest brother and second brother to have a snowball fight.
After a while, we came to the field. Looking around, I saw a vast expanse of white with no one in sight. It was a very warlike place.
The battle began, and the three of us brothers all worked hard to make "weapons" - —Snowball. After a while, the weapons for the three of us were ready.
The eldest brother and the second brother started the war first. The second brother was hiding behind the tree and shooting fiercely at the eldest brother. The eldest brother was not to be outdone. Not only did he avoid the attacks of the second brother, he also launched a counterattack. And I was hiding aside, ready to take advantage of them again when they both suffered losses.
After all, the eldest brother was more skilled. After a while, he beat the second brother to a pulp, but he also ran out of cannonballs. Only then did I attack them, catching them off guard and running away in confusion. This angered my two brothers. They joined forces and attacked me. Snowballs rained down on me. I couldn't dodge and was hit with snowflakes all over my body. Suddenly, a big snowball hit me hard, and I rolled like a carp and lay on the ground. But the good times didn't last long. I saw my second brother rushing in front of me, grabbing a snowball and hitting me. I hurriedly rolled to the side, but it was too late. With the sound of "Bah!", I became a snowball. With a big painted face and a "click" sound, my mother pressed the shutter of the camera and took a picture of this funny scene. The three of us continued to fight. Laughter and shouts echoed in the sky for a long time.
Although it has been a few years since this incident, I can't help but laugh out loud every time I see this photo. How I wish I could go back to my childhood and have a snowball fight with my brothers! 7. Write a 500-word essay with a photo as the title. You have to write it yourself... Urgent
"An Interesting Photo"
Li Siqi
< p> Whenever I open the photo album, one of the photos will always make me laugh, and the scene of picking strawberries will appear in front of my eyes:It was a sunny Saturday, Mom, My aunt and others took three of us children to pick strawberries in a greenhouse in the suburbs. Coming to the suburbs, it feels different! While admiring the scenery, I followed my mother to the destination. I saw white "arch bridges" built with shelves everywhere in the fields. "What are these for?" I asked curiously. This is the greenhouse! Mom answered. Then, my mother picked up some small pots and buckets, and a group of us followed a middle-aged woman to a large shed. The middle-aged woman opened the door of the "Arch Bridge", and we followed in excitedly.
Wow! A burst of hot air rushed towards us. No wonder the strawberries were on the market so early. The temperature inside was so high that we felt like we were in a big steamer. Looking around, I saw patches of green lined up neatly in the greenhouse. Dots of red and white pop up from time to time among the green bushes, and there are also small paths left in each green bush.
I took a closer look, and it turned out that the red ones were strawberries hidden among the green bushes, and the white ones were inconspicuous little flowers.
My mother came over and said, "You kids, let's compete in picking strawberries. Whoever picks the most, big, and red strawberries within ten minutes without trampling them will win!" We were happy! He readily agreed.
"Start!" Mom gave the order, the game started, and we started to do our own thing. Let me tell you, picking strawberries is not as simple as you think. First of all, you have to have a sharp eye to find the red and big strawberries hidden under the leaves, and then gently pinch them with your nails. This will do the trick. Don’t be reckless. , if you are impatient and pull hard, those strawberries will suffer.
Suddenly I found a big, red strawberry. I was surprised and happy, as if I had discovered a new world. I was afraid that others would get ahead of me. When I was about to pick it, I just heard a voice: "Look here!" "I just turned my head away, but accidentally, I made a move with my foot and fell into the muddy water, still holding a strawberry in one hand. This funny action happened to be permanently recorded by my mother's camera.
Look! My strawberry picking experience was interesting! This photo is a testament to it!
OK? 8. Write about which of the photos taken since childhood moved you the most?
During the National Day holiday, I came home from school. Before I even got off work, I saw my grandma waiting in the distance. I walked home and saw my mother's busy figure. I shouted: "Mom!" Mom turned around, looked at me, and smiled. At this time, grandma was still walking behind.
I put my schoolbag in the room and suddenly saw a photo on the table. When I took it over and looked at it, I was extremely surprised: "Mom, where did you do that? This is not a performance between me and my classmates. "It's a photo!"
"xxx asked the teacher in elementary school for it."
Looking at the photo, I was so excited and excited. My mood at this moment is simply indescribable. Although the person's face is blurry in this photo, it's not clear at all. I couldn't even see myself, but luckily I remembered where I was and found myself. To me, this blurry photo is like a treasure. Because it contains my friends who were inseparable from my elementary school days and the beautiful memories of my elementary school years.
In the evening, grandma sat by the bed folding clothes, and I also sat by the bed and watched TV. I handed the photo to my grandma and said, "Mom, this is a photo of me performing when I was in sixth grade. Guess which one is me?" I thought grandma must not know, because even I couldn't recognize it. Grandma looked at the photo and quickly pointed at someone. I was stunned.
Grandma said: "That's it!" I nodded sharply and asked quickly: "Grandma, how did you know?" Grandma said: "How could we not recognize you?"
Suddenly, my nose I feel sore and my eyes are moist... Now that I think about it, I haven't been with my grandma for a long time, and every time after school, grandma is always the first one to pick me up; every time there is something good, she is also the first one to think of me. Grandma...
I held back my crying and didn't speak. I silently took a piece of clothing from my side and folded it up. Grandma looked at me and smiled... 9. Composition of a photo. The story is 600 words, preferably about taking elementary school graduation photos, or it can be
May God forgive my sensitivity. I think taking graduation photos is a terrible thing. Once the photos are developed, everything will change. It seems that the dust has settled, and it’s time to "separate the songs"... So I always carefully avoid this topic. - How long has it been since you opened the photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer? It took time to dust off the light layer of gray on the cover, and when I opened it, I saw the subdued colors in my memory. Traces of time floated on the old photos. From those albums that were about to fade, wisps of memories from half a year ago floated out. Laughter, my eyes stayed on this graduation photo. The graduation exam is coming soon. Our entire sixth grade is full of nervous atmosphere. There are no active figures of students in the lane. They are all serious in the classroom. Review on the ground to prepare for the upcoming graduation exam. "Students, everyone line up, let's go to the stage to take graduation photos!" "At this time, the head teacher walked into the classroom and said to everyone, I thought we would be very excited, but not a single student in the class got up and walked out. Instead, they all put down their pens and lowered their heads, thoughtfully. We all know in our hearts that the graduation photo symbolizes that our elementary school life is coming to an end. The classmates have also gone their separate ways. There will be very little time to see each other again in the future. We can no longer read together in the morning and attend morning classes together. We met, played together, sang together, danced together... At this time, the classroom was also surprisingly quiet. It seemed that we could even hear the sound of a pin falling on the ground clearly. We were all very sad. The head teacher seemed to notice us. With his thoughts in mind, he said sincerely: "Students, six years have passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, we have weathered the ups and downs, made progress together, and have many beautiful memories. Now you are about to enter the gate of middle school. You are about to enter the palace of higher knowledge. Although you are very reluctant to leave, we should not be sad. We should bid farewell to our alma mater happily. We should keep our smiling faces on our graduation photos. When we look at them again in the future, When it comes to it, I feel that I have no regrets. I am the one with the prettiest and sweetest smile! "After listening to the words of the head teacher, we suddenly became enlightened and ran to the stage happily. On the stage we saw that today's sky was particularly blue and the birds were flying high. The camera teacher helped us arrange our positions and shouted: "One, two , three." "Eggplant! "We shouted in unison. With a "click", our smiling faces were fixed on this photo. I accidentally turned to this photo. I looked at everyone in the photo carefully, and one thing after another came to my mind. Happy past... 10. My first group photo, composition
The photo with my classmates gently passed by in the dim light of April, shaking the new green tree by the lake, and the dawn. The sun fell happily and touched the sleepy green leaves, which fell to the ground with a tinkling sound. The mottled gaps suddenly became lively.
Stepping into the morning light, and harmoniously. In the breeze, my mood became cheerful and bright when I stepped into this bright campus. The colorful brilliance blurred my vision, and my memory returned to the ignorant youth of the first year of junior high school.
, new friends, new knowledge, new environment, everything attracted me. Looking at the shelves full of wisterias in front of the classroom, the romantic purple filled my heart.
With endless longing for a better life, I started my junior high school career. Flowers bloomed and fell, and time flew by. In a blink of an eye, I was approaching the high school entrance examination.
Faced with the overwhelming pressure of study, my body and mind were in a state of decline. We are all exhausted. I recall the first time I saw the shelves full of purple wisterias. Three years have passed by in a blink of an eye.
Now the future in my eyes is no longer as simple and beautiful as before. Gradually, I realize that life is not easy. In order for my future life to be filled with the fragrance of flowers forever, I must work hard and do my best for my own future.
I hope that time will freeze and the purple wisteria will not wither and the fragrance of flowers will not dissipate, but all this will eventually happen. It will fade away in the depths of my memory over time. I have no choice but to take a photo with Wisteria and use this pale yellow image to store my happiness.
Graduation is approaching and separation is imminent. Dispersed. Scenes of the fun and fun among the classmates came to mind, but the originally pleasant laughter stung my heart, and my eyes were blurred by some transparent liquid... Time passed by, I had no choice but to take a photo with everything I couldn't let go of, and let this photo carry my nostalgia for the past.
It was already deep, but I didn't feel sleepy at all, so I wore my clothes. Go out.
Stepping into the courtyard under the moonlight, let the moonlight slowly flow into your heart. At this moment, the fresh and subtle mood echoes in the air.
The moonlight enters the water, and the shadow of the bamboo follows. The rhyme dances lightly. The hustle and bustle of the world, and the wandering memories are all melted into this watery moonlight.
Tonight, the moonlight is exceptionally bright.
May the memory last forever, and may time last forever in the moment when I took a photo with the people and things I couldn’t bear to part with.