The story behind the photo, 1, looking at this picture of graduation photo, a freshman in kindergarten, reminds me of infinite memories!
This is a kindergarten in graduation photo. It has been six years now. There are 40 preschool students and 4 teachers in it. What impressed me the most were Xu, Zhou Shengyang, Ding Jiajia and Liu Qicheng ... What wonderful memories!
Up to now, I can still remember Zhou Shengyang playing with me, remembering the countdown to graduation, remembering to meet Liu Qichen again in the second grade, and remembering to make chocolate with everyone ... Everything seems to have passed, but every smiling face of them is in my heart, and I hid them well!
One day, I ate in the kindergarten canteen. I especially like the food there. I ate it at the latest. While eating, I listened to the teacher's lecture: "1 is like a pencil, 2 is like a duck, 3 is like a small mouth, 4 is like a fork, 5 is like a hook, 6 is like ..." The teacher got stuck when he said this, and suddenly I absently answered the sentence: "6 is like a telephone." Suddenly the teacher shouted, "Six is like a telephone!" " Everyone said in unison, "Six is like a telephone!" In an instant, the classroom was full of laughter.
When we take a nap, whoever sleeps hard can feel the teacher stuffing a candy into his mouth. When the teacher was away, we started the game "pillow fight" created by the children themselves!
After reading it, I silently thought, I must cherish this wonderful memory!
Story behind the photo 2 Today, we took photos at school. Teacher Jin said, "Stick out your tongue when taking pictures!" Everyone who took the photo agreed.
The photo was developed, and everyone in the photo smiled brightly. Only Mr. Jin spat out his tongue, and Mr. Jin flew into a rage: "Although I am handsome, I am not handsome after spitting out my tongue." What should I do? " Teacher Jin is almost crying.
Because people all over the world will receive this photo, Mr. Jin quickly hid it in the kennel, but the puppy took it back; Teacher Jin threw it into the tree and it floated down again. Finally, Mr. Jin smiled tactfully and said, "I want to change Mr. Jin in Shuai Shuai back to her original appearance!" "Then he picked up the eraser and wiped out his tongue, but Mr. Kim in the photo looks like he has a white beard and is uglier than before.
Mr. Jin went back to school in frustration. He found his classmates welcoming him. A classmate said, "Mr. Jin, stick out your tongue when you take pictures and keep your promise." We wish you every day in Shuai Shuai! " Teacher Jin said, "I am the most handsome in the world!" " "
Later, Mr. Jin regretted it: if I had known it, I wouldn't have changed the tape.
Story 3 behind the photo always makes me laugh when I see a photo. In the photo, my mother and I are sitting on the back of a big tiger. My mother's face is smiling, and my face is crying or laughing.
I remember that time I went to Guilin with my parents and cousin's family. When we were tired of playing and ready to go home, my father saw many people waiting in line and didn't know what to do. As a result, I realized that many people were taking photos with tigers when I got closer. At this time, my father said to me, "Lulu, take a photo with mom and tiger!" " As a souvenir of our trip. "Hearing my father let me take a photo with the tiger, my timid tears suddenly came out. I said, "Dad, I don't want to take pictures with tigers. I'm very afraid of tigers! I don't want it! Dad said, "Lulu, look, there is a tiger tamer watching the tiger." Don't be afraid! ",such a rare opportunity! Just take pictures! " Mom also said, "Yes! Besides, I am by your side, what are you afraid of! " Finally, under the persuasion of my parents, I reluctantly agreed. After a while, it was my turn to take pictures with my mother. I followed my mother timidly and was about to sit on her back. Just then, the tiger barked several times and rolled twice on the ground, scaring my mother and I to avoid it quickly. At this time, the breeder rushed over and said, "This tiger must be hungry. Sorry, are you all right? " I'm sorry! Why don't you wait here, and we'll feed it first and then take pictures? "Mom said," well, it doesn't matter. "At this moment, the breeder took out a piece of pork from a bag with blood on it. When the tiger smelled blood, he immediately jumped to the keeper and ate the meat. After eating, he didn't want the breeder to call him. He just squatted on the ground and waited for the next tourist to take pictures. At this time, my mother and I sat up again. As soon as I sat on it, my heart suddenly accelerated, like fifteen buckets of water. The tiger is so soft that it is terrible to take a picture. At this time, the person who took our picture said to me, "Smile, little friend! "Look here!" I finished the photo before I could laugh. As a result, my face in the photo looks like laughing and crying. My cousins laughed when they saw it, and I was the only one who pouted and got angry.
I have grown up. Every time I see this photo, I feel that I was really funny and timid!
Story 4 behind the photo Childhood is like a colorful box, which contains many shining and interesting memories. And one photo frames the best moment.
Look, I'm in the photo, smiling and taking a photo with strawberry. I remember when I was 4 years old, my mother and I went to Chengyang to pick strawberries. When I arrived at the strawberry base, I couldn't wait to get off. The first thing I saw was a white shed, like a long arched white dragon lying on fertile land. I rushed into the greenhouse, and at first glance, rows of strawberries in the greenhouse looked like soldiers waiting for inspection. There are countless strawberries in different sizes and shapes. Some proudly waved to people, and some hid behind the leaves like shy girls. Have a plenty of clusters hanging on the stem, like little red bells. Looking at these attractive strawberries, people will drool. Thousands of feet. I bent down eagerly to pick strawberries. Suddenly, I found a big red strawberry. I carefully pulled out the green leaves next to me, gently picked them, squatted on the ground and held them in my hand to observe. At this time, it is like a crystal clear ruby, which really makes people reluctant to eat. But there is still no way. I put it in my mouth. In an instant, sweet juice seeped into my heart. It tastes great! At this time, my mother raised her camera and helped me record this wonderful moment.
Although childhood is short, photos can help you remember your childhood, even for a moment, which is enough for the future.
The story behind the photo 5 Everyone has his own photo in his life, and there is a story behind every photo. Next, I will share with you the story behind one of my photos. This is my father, a colleague of my father and his son, who went skiing in Ningxia in 20xx. In fact, my father and I have been to Ningxia several times, but it is the first time to go skiing there.
Skiing was on a sunny day, and it took the four of us a long time to get to the skiing place. Dad and his colleagues went to buy tickets, so we asked our friends (the children of dad's colleagues, who had become good friends at that time) to get the ski wheel first. We managed to pull it to the bottom of the ski slope, but dad and his colleagues were already there and didn't want to come down. We tried again.
Finally, many good things happen. It is my father's turn. My father and son are squeaking on the ski wheel. Before we were ready, we were knocked down by the staff on the side. At the corner, in order to prevent tourists from flying out, the staff here also piled two snow slopes, the bad one on the snow slope. After my father and I went to Xuepo, I didn't know whether it was lack of energy or something. We almost overturned, but fortunately, there was a non-slip net on the side, otherwise we would have overturned. Scared the baby to death. When I thought of this, there was another snowman in front. Who is so heartless? There is a snowman in the middle of the snowy road, which is so big. It's over! It's over! I'm going to hit it. At this critical moment, my father put his foot in place and saved the day. Just as we passed by, the photographer took this moment for me to remember.
Today, I came to the Sahara Desert, my dream tourist destination. I am ecstatic and can't wait to see its true face directly.
First of all, we rode the wind and waves on the bumpy sand slope in an off-road vehicle, and finally arrived at the first destination-the desert hotel. It is full of warm colors, dazzling lights, thick carpets and neatly arranged food ... After a long night, we left home and started to set out for the desert! Our travel tool this time is camel. I just sat on it. It cried happily, "Hello, hello!" " As he spoke, he lifted me up hard, and they accelerated and came to a very high "sand mountain"
"Oh, come and see, the sun is out!" Mom said excitedly, I looked there and the sun quietly rose. It yawned and said good morning to us! Suddenly, I said on a whim, "Why don't you photograph such a beautiful scenery?" Dad brought the camera, and with a click, I jumped three feet and stopped the picture. I'm busy looking at photos. The first one looks like a person sitting in the sun, the second one looks like a person coming out of the sun, and the third one looks like Michael Jackson's dance movements. All in all, it's interesting. Time flies like an arrow. The afternoon passed happily again. Late at night, we sat on the sand dunes and looked up at the twinkling stars all over the sky, like Xisha in the desert, which was countless. I don't think there are so many stars there.
This trip to Morocco soon ended, but it left a deep impression on me. I think we should go out and see more. As the old saying goes, "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road"!
Story 7 behind the photo: Childhood memories are scattered all over the place, but they seem to be picked up by hardworking spiders and remain in my mind. They are my beautiful moments, lessons of failure, spiritual wealth of my life, which will benefit me all my life. Don't believe it? Look at this picture.
In this photo, I am standing on a white tile, holding the floating board tightly with my hands, my lips are purple, I am curled up and shivering, and my hair is dripping with water, just like a "drowned chicken". At that time, I was four years old, a beginner in swimming, and I first came into contact with bleach in the swimming pool. I squatted by the swimming pool, put my hand into the swimming pool, sighed curiously, and wanted to try the difference between bleach and normal water. Just when my hand was almost an inch into the water in the swimming pool, I suddenly felt top-heavy, as if a huge hand had pushed my body sideways. I leaned down and plopped into the pool. The cold water in the swimming pool instantly poured into my nose, ears, mouth and eyes, and I flapped wildly trying to struggle out of the water. The students in the swimming class looked at my embarrassment and burst into laughter. The coach was embarrassed to see me underwater and quickly fished me out. I see my lips are as cold as purple potatoes, and my face is as pale as a big white radish. The coach quickly took a picture of me and asked my mother to take me back. But after that, I got the nickname "People fall in the air".
This photo records the story of my first learning to swim when I was a child, but I was not intimidated by setbacks, but faced it bravely. Later, after hard practice, I was gradually able to swim flexibly in the water. Now I am the first swimmer in our class. After reading this photo, I think it is worth collecting.
Story 8 behind the photo In the spacious and bright classroom, I smiled and stared at the sketch. The straight and regular lines formed beautiful geometric figures, and the teachers and classmates applauded warmly. Looking at the photos in my hand, the long river of memory is surging, and there are blossoming splashes. ...
I like painting since I was a child, and I often can't stop when I pick up a brush. When I was eight years old, my mother specially enrolled me in a sketch class. I still remember that in the first sketch class, the teacher posted a picture of a cone on the blackboard. I thought to myself, it's just a cylinder standing alone in the center of the picture, with no layout and no foil. Why should I copy this thing? After careful observation, I found that this painting is not that simple. The cone is covered with symmetrical shadows and looks full of three-dimensional sense. The depth and shade are regularly distributed on the paper, light is light, thick is deep. Although the teacher taught us to draw hand in hand, although I listened carefully and drew hard, the final figure was neither changed nor beautiful. I have tried many times, but I can't describe this beauty.
When I got home disappointed, my mother came over and said, "How was the first day of class?" I sighed and pointed to the photo. My mother looked at me, then at those messy lines, and said to me earnestly, "You know, there will always be bumps in the road of struggle. Do you still remember the story of Mi Fei learning Chinese characters? " Mi Fei's mother pawned the hairpin as five or two pieces of paper, but Mi Fei was reluctant to use it, so she struggled with the structure and brushwork in the copybook, and it took three days to start writing. Seeing the scholar again, Mi Fei began to write down the word "forever", which was vigorous and natural. Words that are not long in three years make rapid progress in three days. It turns out that learning Chinese characters is not only for writing, but also for being tempted. We should not only observe its shape, but also understand its spirit and get its meaning in order to write well. Yes, painting is the same. You should observe its shape, understand its spirit, win its trust, and put your love for painting into it to draw well!
From then on, I practiced harder and followed the teacher to understand the mystery of sketch. In class, I always humbly accept the teacher's instruction and ask questions boldly. I always stay late when class is over. Even if there is only one unsatisfactory thing, I will erase it and start over. Even if the work is finished, I will check it again to find the missing details. ...
It is another crisp autumn day. I have been studying painting for a year. That day the teacher announced that he would take a sketch test. I picked up the pen and didn't rush to start. I explored Miffy's writing artistic conception, and now I have a picture in my mind before I present it on paper. After painting, I waited nervously for the teacher's comment.
The teacher smiled and praised: "The shadow of this classmate's painting is evenly distributed, the boundary between light and shade is very appropriate, and the lines are beautiful, which fully reflects the charm of sketch. I decided to give him the highest score! " At this moment, applause broke out in the classroom. My father picked up the camera, pressed the shutter and recorded this wonderful moment.
Every time I see this photo, my heart is full of thoughts. On the road of life, there will be more complicated paintings waiting for me to draw, and there will be more setbacks waiting for me to overcome. I must continue to dedicate my love to them. With love, why not, not afraid of the difficult road; After all the snow, spring will open!
Story 9 behind the photo has such a photo that Shanghai Railway Station is in ruins. There is also a little boy who has been crying. This is1the real scene taken by the reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 937. This photo is mainly used to show the evidence that the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai Railway Station. There is a very sad story behind it.
1937 On August 28th, thousands of people were waiting for the train at the railway station. Some people travel, some people visit relatives and friends, and some people go back to their hometown. But at this time, a sudden disaster happened. The Japanese invaders bombed the railway station. In an instant, the railway station was in ruins and the surrounding houses collapsed. Many passers-by were also killed. One of them died to protect the child. The child saw everything around him and kept crying because all the family members were dead. He kept calling his mother, but she didn't respond. He knew that his mother was not here, so he burst into tears. After a while, he was hungry, but his parents and relatives died. Who can cook for him? So he got up and went somewhere else.
In a flash, he was seven years old. He is very lucky. During these four years, he lived by begging or working for others to give him food. His clothes were given to him by his boss, and they were just right for him. In these four years, he ran away when he was cold, and picked up some leftover bread when he was hungry. What luck and pity!
Japanese invaders, I want to say to you: You should never hurt the weak again! On behalf of my family, I appeal to the whole world: don't let parents lose their children, don't let children lose their parents, and don't let wives lose their husbands. I hope we can stop the war, ring the death knell for it, and let flower of life live in the world forever!
Story behind the photo 10 As soon as I saw this precious photo taken with my father in Millennium Yaozhai, I immediately thought of visiting Millennium Yaozhai with my friends and family during the National Day holiday.
It was a sunny morning, and my family of five drove halfway up the mountain and headed for the destination Nangang Millennium Yaozhai.
Millennium Yaozhai is a famous historical and cultural village in China and one of the top ten most beautiful ancient villages in Guangdong. It is also the largest, oldest and most distinctive Yao village in the world.
We passed through the ancient stockade gate and the ancient city wall in Nangangpai, and our friends chatted and laughed all the way. Unconsciously, we arrived at Yaozhai. The houses that appeared in front of us were crowded on the hillside. They are completely different from the house where we live. They are paved with stones of different sizes and look so unique and beautiful.
Through the winding path, we climbed up Getangping, the activity center of Yao nationality, where we can see the beautiful mountain terraces in Yao village, which are very beautiful. We are waiting for a wonderful performance here.
At the beginning of the performance, the Yao people took to the stage in beautiful Yao costumes, and successively performed various wonderful programs for the audience, such as playing gongs, dancing long drums, playing horns and singing Yao songs.
We also visited the ancient temple in Yaozhai and the former residence of Wang Yao. In the process of playing, we also saw a spring. It is said that contact with this kind of water can make us healthy and live longer. Naughty, I also ran to touch it. I also touched stones and drums.
When we visited Yaozhai, my mother asked me and my father to stand next to a plaque that said "Millennium Yaozhai" and left this precious photo.
We reluctantly left the Millennium Yaozhai, but with this precious photo, as soon as I saw it, I could see that happy time in front of my eyes.
The story behind the photo 1 1 On this day, I saw a photo on my desk. I picked it up. I ate jiaozi on it, and my face was full of smiles. This reminds me of the scene five years ago.
I was eight years old that year. During the summer vacation, my grandparents came to my house for a while. My grandparents are from Shandong, so jiaozi became the star at the dinner table. There are celery, Chinese cabbage and meat ... there are many styles, which appear in turn.
As soon as they got home, they began to pack jiaozi. I saw them kneading dough, rolling dough, chopping stuffing and rolling skin, and every movement was so skillful and smooth. Look, grandma is holding chopsticks in one hand and dumpling skin in the other, and gently piles the stuffing into the dumpling skin. Holding a bag of jiaozi in her right hand, she turned it over, pinched it, and then folded it, and a complete jiaozi was ready. Blink of an eye, one by one, Jiaozi has lined up in front of the case for review.
The water is boiling, and jiaozi hasn't cooked yet. I seem to smell an attractive fragrance. The water is boiling, jiaozi is cooking, jiaozi is floating, and in my great expectation, jiaozi is cooking. Jiaozi is crystal clear, and the meat inside can be seen clearly. Put it in your mouth and take a bite. The flavor of meat stuffing and wheat flour is mixed together, and the aroma is rich and tangy. The skin is elastic and moist, the meat is tender and smooth, the food is refreshing, and the mouth contains hot soup, which is delicious.
At first, I was fascinated by Grandma's jiaozi, but when I ate too much, I got tired of it. Later, when I saw grandma bring delicious jiaozi to the table again, I began to lose my appetite. Every time Grandma puts jiaozi in my bowl, I will put jiaozi in my mother's bowl when Grandma is not paying attention ... Fortunately, the winter vacation is coming to an end and my grandparents are going back to their hometown. I am very happy at once, because I no longer have to eat jiaozi every day.
A few months later, when I was hungry, I saw a dumpling restaurant, which seemed to remind me of that memory again, so I went in. But as soon as jiaozi entered, she found that the taste was far worse than grandma's. The stuffing tastes too light and the skin is too thick ... I miss the jiaozi made by my grandparents again.
It was the day when the trees were buzzing in the summer vacation, and my parents and I went to my grandmother's house again. My grandmother treated us to jiaozi for the first meal. When I tasted the jiaozi made by my grandparents again, my happy memories were ignited again. Only then did I understand why jiaozi cooked by my grandparents was so delicious. It is full of grandparents' deep love for me.
I picked up the photo and wiped it gently, then put it in the most conspicuous place on my desk. Whether I am happy or sad, whether it is sunny or rainy, my grandparents' love has always been with me.
The story behind the photo 12 photo is a very common thing in our daily life. It records every bit of our life, including happiness, pain, sadness and excitement. ...
Today, I will tell you the story in my photo. This photo was taken last summer vacation. At that time, we came to Huanglong, a place near Tibet, with the highest altitude of 5588 meters. Our family overcame the difficulties of lack of oxygen, cold, fatigue and so on, looking for a beautiful and sacred place-colorful pool.
Colorful ponds are five colors in my heart. When I was a child, I heard my mother say that it was the place where immortals lived. When I grow up, I want to see this place. Dad said that he will be 12 years old soon, and he should have his first challenge in life. Now my dream is about to be completed, and we are going to the direction of colorful pool. We took the cableway up the mountain and walked for a long time, and found that there were still two distances from the colorful pool. 5 kilometers. Oh, my God! The height of the test instrument is rising, and now it has reached 3700 meters, which means that our difficulties are increasing. At this time, I had dizziness, nausea, difficulty breathing and a marked increase in heart rate. We must stop and go. We didn't give up for "going straight to Huanglong". I also want to see this beautiful and sacred place. After climbing for half an hour, the altitude stopped at 3790 meters, and we were only 1 away from the colorful pool. 5 kilometers, I am very happy, like seeing hope, walking with great interest. We have also gained a lot along the way: we have experienced the spring water flowing down from the mountain stream, which is so cold; We saw little squirrels on the road. They scampered up the hill with us. With all kinds of surprises, we arrived at the destination of this trip-Colorful Pool.
The sky is so blue and the water is so clear. Because of the high altitude, I always feel that I can reach out and touch the flawless white clouds. Sunlight shines on the water, reflecting five colors: red, yellow, green, blue and purple. I thought it would be better to take pictures here as a souvenir in such a paradise. 10 years later, I will definitely miss it. In this way, the three of us made a gesture of victory and took a family portrait of water and sky.
A few months later, when I saw this photo again, I was still excited. Now I understand that the color pool is in the world, not in the horizon.
The story behind the photo 13 Open the Chinese book, and you will see a photo that makes you cry. This photo was taken by a reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 937. This is an old black and white photo. Not far away, there is a lonely and helpless child with bright red blood. He sat on the railway destroyed by the ruthless shells of the Japanese army and cried. In the distance, there is a collapsed bridge house. Looking at the photo, I can't help but burst into tears.
It was a heartbreaking day. When people learned that Japanese planes would destroy Shanghai's only exit, the South Railway Station, people rushed to the station like ants on hot bricks. These poor people think they can catch the last bus, leave Shanghai and live a happy life elsewhere.
However, just as people stepped on the train, there was a rumble in the sky. Japanese fighter planes arrived, and people knew it was too late. They fell into chaos. There is a happy family in the crowd, and they live alone. But because the crowd was too crowded, it broke up. The mother held the child in her arms and shouted her husband's name. The father of the child also called his wife and children. Mother's steps are out of order, and she doesn't know what to do. Just as her mother was in a panic, she suddenly found a hidden hut. She looked up at the blue sky, prayed and looked at the Japanese fighters in the air. She saw Japanese fighter planes flying south. She ran quickly to the hut and hid.
But at this time, some bad things are threatening the lives of their mother and son. A shell fell from the sky and the earth shook. Mother felt that the house was going to collapse, so she tried her best to push the child to a safe place. The great mother was buried in the ruins.
After a while, the Japanese fighter plane dropped a shell, devouring the innocent lives of ordinary people like a hungry wolf! Children who lost their parents were also scarred by ruthless shells dropped by the Japanese army. His clothes were torn, the wound was bleeding bright red, and he was crying in the ruins. He doesn't know that he has lost his parents. His cries echoed in my ears, and I hated the ruthless shells of the Japanese army, which took the lives of innocent people. I hate them.
If there is no war, there will be no bloody bodies; If there is no war, I think the dove of peace will fly in the air of the world! That delicate flower of peace will bloom in our hearts forever!
Story behind the photo 14 Every photo has a different story, some are happy, some are sad, some are moving ... You are so cute and so small in the photo. You, an ordinary eye-catching bird, give me beauty day by day.
That day, my grandfather met you by chance and brought you home. I carefully held you in my hand and studied you carefully. You have a white belly, and the feathers of three colors change gradually from yellow to green and then to black. Around your eyes, there is a white pattern embroidered for you with thin white thread, which is extremely beautiful. I like you very much. I will feed you delicious food after I finish my homework. I poured the food into a small bowl and squatted down to look at you. You are still jumping around, as if you smelled the smell of rice and flew in front of the food. You raise your head, blink your eyes, then lower your head and start eating. You dipped a little millet in your mouth, and then looked up slightly, as if you were slowly tasting delicious food.
I have never cared about anyone as much as I care about you. When I sleep, I am afraid that you are cold, so I will cover you with a rag. At night, I closed the window for fear that a noise would wake you up. In the morning, I woke up early and found you awake, too. You look around with your little head stretched out, wondering what you are thinking.
However, one day, you always beat around and didn't eat or drink, which made you very upset. Just when I was at a loss, my mother told me that nature is your home and where you belong. I suddenly understand, it seems that you are going to find freedom. This makes me happy and sad. I am very happy, because you will find freedom and happiness. I am sad because I know that once you leave, you will never come back. Sure enough, as soon as you got downstairs, you flew up a tree. You should go home. I reluctantly bid farewell to you and watched you disappear in my sight.
Now, as soon as I hear birds singing, I lie prone by the window looking for your figure. I can't forget your feelings in my hands, and I can't forget the bits and pieces of you with me. I hope you have found your freedom, and I wish you happiness in the days without my company.
The story behind the photo is 15. You see, in the photo, I have wonton skin in one hand and chopsticks in the other, with a plate of small wonton in different shapes next to me. I never go into the kitchen. How can I make up my mind to make my own wonton today?
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Mom's friends and her daughter came to my house as guests, and mom asked casually. "Eat wonton, aunt." Her daughter said. Then the aunt said, "Our children pack their own luggage at home!" "Looking at menstruation's swaggering expression and her mother's envious eyes, I quickly said," I ... I will. Packaging can look good! " "Then, the girl made a bet with me. The two of us wrapped wonton together, and the wrapped wonton was evaluated by two mothers. Whoever has more advantages will win, and the loser will unconditionally agree to the other party's excessive demands. I naturally don't want to lose, and I dare not fight, but in order not to be "mercilessly laughed at" by them, I have to bite the bullet.
I picked up the wonton skin first, then scooped up the meat stuffing with chopsticks and spoons and put it on the square wonton skin. I dipped my fingertips in a little water and rubbed it on both sides of my skin. Then I folded the wonton in half, picked up its two corners with my hands, and forced a pair inward, and a wonton was born. But the appearance is really terrible, and there are so many difficulties, just like: too much water leads to too sticky wonton, and the wrong method leads to the deformity of small wonton. Looking at other people's side, she has wrapped a big table with skillful techniques. Just when I was in a panic, the little girl suddenly came over and smiled and "pooped". After laughing, she said that I was too stupid, while holding my hand and teaching me. This time, the two of us packed much better than I did alone. Wrap up the whole table and we smile at each other. I don't know if this smile is a joke on my crooked melon and cracked jujube wonton or a celebration of our unity, cooperation and friendship.
Although half a month has passed, I still think of her cruel appearance from time to time and the happy scene when we cooperated. Although her figure is missing from the photo, it is enough for people to see which ones are wrapped by me and which ones are wrapped by her, as well as the "sparkling" wonton we finished together.