I always think of that photo. Speaking of photos, it's the one that flashed through my mind.
The place where my mother and I stand is Tianmen Cave in Zhangjiajie, Hunan. At that time, I was very young, and I could see that I was blushing like a persimmon. I am very tired, but I still smile and take a photo with my mother.
Today, every time I see this preserved photo, I will smile.
I can't remember when my mother and I visited Zhangjiajie. We arrived here under the guidance of a guide. The tour guide pointed to a hole in the distant mountain and said, "There, called Tianmen Cave, is where we will go in the future." Just as I marveled at the miracle of nature, we arrived at the cable car station. Take the cable car to the foot of Tianmen Cave. I can't help but "wow"-
The road leading to Tianmendong is a stone road built on the mountain. Looking around, there are countless steps, and countless steps are quite spectacular. When you are surprised again, friends in the same trade suggest seeing who goes up first and then scrambling to climb the steps. I reacted and ran up.
It was not bad at first, but halfway through, I didn't have enough physical strength. I climbed very high and felt about ten meters off the ground. I'm afraid I'll slip ... so, under the double test of physiology and psychology, I have to climb up step by step with my legs trembling and grasping the railing.
I continued to climb for a while, and the increasingly high altitude and extremely tired state completely broke my thinking. I sat on the steps, holding the railing and crying. It happened that my mother behind me came over. She took my hand and said to me gently, "Don't be afraid. Mom will protect you. Take my hand and let's go together. " So, I strengthened my courage and followed my mother's footsteps to continue upward.
Unconsciously, we have approached the Tianmen Cave, and my mother happily said to me, "Well, it's not very difficult. Come on, let's go up and take a photo. " My mother and I recorded this scene in front of Tianmen Cave.
I always think of this photo. That experience made me understand the essence of the difficulty. I am no longer afraid of difficulties. I wrote a sentence at the back of the photo: "The fear of difficulties is ten thousand times more terrible than the difficulties themselves."
I always think of that photo. I saved a photo in my mobile phone. Every time I think of that photo, my heart is infinitely warm.
Walking on the path, I walked in the park, and behind me was my mother holding my sister's stream. Peach blossoms smile in the comfortable breeze and bloom freely, revealing fragrance, which makes people think that "the flowers are gone, and the flowers are not in the center". The warm orange sunshine jumps in the gap between the leaves, like a golden elf.
Walking aimlessly, a warm orange object suddenly appeared in front of me-a swing. It is orange, as warm as the sun, standing motionless on the grass, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
I quickly ran forward, sat on the swing, shook it as if to fly, and let the wind whir in my ear.
At this time, my mother came slowly with the stream in her arms. Seeing the stream staring at me on the swing, she suggested that I hold the stream and let it feel the embrace of the wind.
I held the stream gently, held her in my arms and swayed gently on the swing. The wind whispered in my ear and gently touched my cheek.
The stream giggled, her beautiful eyes bent into a crescent, her mouth turned up and she smiled brightly.
I was surprised that her smile was so bright and beautiful. I don't like her very much and stubbornly believe that her arrival will make my life very bad, but now my heart seems to be warm. My little night baby, it turns out that your arrival has made my life so beautiful and made me understand the happiness of being a sister.
My eyes softened a lot, and there was a smile on my mouth. The air is full of happiness.
"Click" I don't know when my mother photographed the beauty of this moment, fixed the beauty of this moment, and fixed the time of this moment. ...
There is a touch of warm orange sunshine scattered on the screen of the mobile phone. This is a photo in which the smiles of two little girls bloom like flowers.
I always think of that photo, and my heart is warm.
I always think of that photo and write a 800-word universal collection (Part 3). People are strange, and some things that have nothing to do with others are precious and beautiful to themselves. -inscription
After a lapse of two or three years, recalling the scene of that day, I can't help but sigh: how time flies! Looking at us in the photo, I was filled with emotion, especially a taste in my heart.
In my dusty memory of "Moving on", the passing scene slowly emerged in front of me. I still remember that day, the weather was exceptionally clear and sunny. I have mixed feelings in my heart because my primary school career is over. People always have to look forward, and will not stay in one stage forever. Even so, I still can't bear the teacher who has been working hard for me, who has been with my deskmate for six years and cares about helping my classmates. I can't bear to become that photo, which is full of my senses.
That day was unusual and more solemn than usual, as if an important meeting was being held. The teacher told us that we will graduate today and we should take a photo together as a souvenir. The whole class suddenly exploded, some happy and some sad.
Aunt photography came, a middle-aged woman with a camera on her shoulder. Looking at that camera, I feel that the sunshine today is really dazzling! Aunt is skilled in photography, and this kind of occasion is very common. Under the teacher's command, we set the stools and sat in our seats. Teachers are all here, Chinese teachers, math teachers ... Obviously, they are very strict with us at ordinary times, but at this moment, we find that it is only our ignorance, and being strict with us is for our own good.
"Three, two, one" falls with the voice of the photographer's aunt, and with the sound of "card", time seems to freeze at this moment. The students all showed their big white teeth that they usually refused to show, trying to make themselves smile more beautifully. Even if we don't go to school together in the future, at least we won't be sad to see the photos.
Looking at the photos in our hands, the students all smiled brightly, even if we separated, it would not affect our friendship.
I can't forget the teacher who has been working hard, my parents who have been silently supporting me, and my classmates who have been with me for six years, but that photo reminds me all the time that the battlefield has changed from primary school to junior high school. I will always hold that photo and think of those classmates. What a precious thing this is. It's as if my classmates have never left. Even though the years are long and my clothes are thin, I feel the warm sunshine shining on me.
I always think of that photo composition 800-word universal collection (Chapter 4). Photos are a way to freeze time and leave memories. But with so many photos, you will naturally forget. But when I picked up the old photo, it gave off a dazzling light. That photo is warm and biting.
In a cold winter, the moon is hidden in the clouds. On this night, it is also extremely dark. "Xiaoming's garbage is full, so take out the garbage" and "I ..." My mother had a hard time, so she had to put on her coat and pick up the garbage and rush at me. I'm fearless, say "stop" and stop outside. It's dark, and it really needs to be described as opaque. At this time, I backed out. Just as I was hesitating, an old man came over. The important thing is that he is carrying an old kerosene lamp. "Savior", I thought, and then I quickly walked to the garbage pond and hurried by, only seeing the back of a bow. After taking out the garbage, I dusted myself and felt very relaxed.
Just as I was walking in the dark, the light appeared in front of my eyes. As soon as I walked in, it was still the old man. He sat in a chair with a kerosene lamp. But he is listening to the music, as if he can't see me. I took a closer look and found that he was blind. It was not until I called him that he raised his head and groped in front. Suddenly, he touched my hand. He paused and looked dull. After hesitating for a while, he said, "You should be a middle school student." I was shocked by his words, froze and said, "hmm." Then he slowed down and said earnestly, "Maybe you are really surprised. In fact, my eyesight was poor when I was born, and then I went blind. Over the years, I have naturally accumulated a lot of experience. I know children like you. " I then asked, "Since you are blind, why are you carrying a kerosene lamp?" The old man said without hesitation, "In the past, society gave me light, and now I want to be a' lamp' to illuminate where I go." After that, I couldn't help shedding tears and dripping down my cheeks to the old man's hand. The old man asked doubtfully, "Is it raining? You had better go home. " After that, he walked into the "light" with a kerosene lamp. At this time, I found a photo on his seat. I picked it up and saw it was him. I said to his photo, "No, it's not raining. Someone was burned by your light."
The wind blew gently and the photo fell to the ground. I quickly picked it up and put it in the deepest drawer.
Grandpa, I hope your light can melt the snow-capped mountains in people's hearts and seal the demons in people's hearts.
I always think of that photo composition 800-word universal collection (Chapter 5). It is said that the fingers are too wide, the time is too thin, and it is quiet. Time slips away quietly, time is ruthless, but time has given us quiet memories and indelible friendship.
The "click" camera was drowned in the noisy speech. When I saw the photographer in front of me meticulously trying the camera, I just came to my senses: Today is a big day in graduation photo! So I checked my clothes in a panic and practiced smiling nervously, but I was laughed at by the people in front of me: "You are too nervous to laugh!" " Why so stiff! She slapped me. Be natural and relax. That's the right smile. My eyebrows and eyes are curved, and my cheeks are red, but I can't hide my panic embarrassment. I smiled unnaturally again.
When I approached the stage, my legs trembled a little. The friend in front carefully helped me organize the school badge. In fact, her hair is a little messy, and I gently help her tidy it up-these are the tenderness and tenderness before the last farewell. Next to me, those noisy male students began to look on the stage. I don't know if it's wrong. I feel that their eyes are brighter and gentler.
On stage! The photographer in front wearing a hat and gold-rimmed glasses arranged his position in an orderly way, but we were a little flustered. At the first audition, I tried my best to smile and impulsively tried to compare with a "V", but before I could swallow this idea, the shutter was pressed, and then a word floated out of my eyes: "Very good! Come on, the students are taking pictures! "
There is obviously some commotion around me. It's already June, and the hot summer air is coming up from the rubber runway, as if everyone is wrapped in fog and condensed into sweat.
"grab"! Once again, we were frozen in a soft photo, and behind us was the afterglow of more than five o'clock, which turned into a golden aperture and sprinkled on everyone. I gently brushed those white and young faces with my hand, and it was a complete six-year period in the green smiling face.
One is finished and the other is about to open. Life is like a book, time is like the wind, and time is swept away without leaving a trace. But even if time turns green and cherries turn red, there will be no memories.
In my memory, the tall camphor tree bloomed quietly and suddenly, and a white flower fell on my palm.