It's raining in Mao Mao, and I like to look through photo albums and recall the past at this time. I don't feel well, I just think
Just like the past, raindrops float in the memory of the sky, making people relive the ups and downs of the past.
When I opened the photo album, many photos appeared in front of me, each of which was warm because it was over.
Real records. Looking over and over, one of them is particularly memorable. In many photos, perhaps no one can do it.
I find it different. I think it is different because it has a story that I will never forget.
There are three people in the photo. My sister and I are sitting on a stone, and my grandmother is next to me. This photo is in the square tower.
This was taken in the park. My sister looked happy, but I didn't laugh, as if I were thinking a little, while my grandmother looked at me with ecstasy.
Look at us. Why my sister and I have different expressions? This has to start before taking pictures.
On this day, grandma took us to Fangta Park to play. Along the way, there are lush trees, pavilions, rockeries and ponds.
The scenery is beautiful. We are all in good spirits, talking and laughing. Go to a yard and see one.
Small pond, grandma suggested taking a picture, and of course we all raised our hands in favor. Grandma made us sit in front of the rockery.
On two stones, the mouth is still saying, "Come, my sister sits on the big stone and my sister sits on the small stone. Sit tight! " "I
Hearing this, I quickly sat up and put on what I thought was the cutest shape, but my sister on the side was unhappy.
Let us two monks confused. With grandma's patient negotiation, I finally figured out the reason.
It turned out that my sister refused to "feel inferior" and sat on that small stone. Watching me pose, grandma had to keep doing it.
"Ideological work", but my sister is determined not to sit down, which is hard for everyone. Stiff for a while, I have
I'm impatient with writing. "shoot!" I shouted. Grandma looked at me with expectant eyes and said, "Sister wants to sit with you."
That big rock, or ... . ? "I hurriedly sat on a small stone next to me, and my sister was exposed.
Laughed. Grandma boasted, "What a sister! How sensible and humble!" Thinking about milk
I couldn't laugh at what Milk said, but I kept the word "humility" firmly in my heart. With the flash of the flash.
This moment was frozen, and "humility" was also frozen.
Now, my sister and I have grown up, and we will never be unhappy because of small things, but I always remember.
This story, even though I didn't know what real "humility" was, at least I did it.
Point, this is what I have always been proud of.
Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like
Is to smooth the memory in my heart. . .