The story composition of the photo

Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.

In my little photo album, there is a photo that means a lot to me. It was taken where the Red Army flew over the Luding Bridge.

Last May Day, our family was discussing where to travel. Dad said, "Why don't we go on a red tour this year?" ! Go to Luding Bridge. "Let's go, we embarked on a red journey. The scenery along the way is beautiful, with mountains, forests and clouds. It feels like a fairyland on earth. After a few hours' drive, I finally came to Luding Bridge, which I have been longing for for for for a long time.

Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Ganzi Prefecture, Sichuan Province. At first glance, it's just an ordinary iron cable bridge on the Dadu River. But after listening to the introduction of the guide aunt, I have a new understanding of Luding Bridge. It turned out that in order to stop the Red Army's Long March, the enemy tore down the boards on the bridge and kept shooting with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here. But instead of being discouraged, they braved the enemy's bullets to crawl on the chain and won the final victory.

I want to walk on the bridge, too, but as soon as I get there, the bridge starts to shake. I quickly held the chain by the bridge and was shocked to see the rolling Dadu River water under the bridge. Considering how difficult it is for the Red Army to fly over Luding Bridge, I have a sincere admiration for them. Dad said, "Let's take a picture here as a souvenir." Click, I took a photo on the Luding Bridge.

Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.

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On my desk, there is a photo of graduation photo, who graduated from the sixth grade and is my classmate. It is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too.

I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey. There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us. This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away.

The students in our class may have turned into their impatience, and they want to take immediate action in everything they do. As long as it is decided or negotiated, they will definitely implement it immediately, which makes me inadvertently think of some spicy people. There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we have got to know each other. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it." If a classmate in our class is bullied, we are absolutely duty-bound to get justice for her, so it makes salty tears sweet and penetrate into our hearts. ...

A photo can evoke all kinds of interesting things in our wonderful childhood.

Whenever I see this photo on the table, my heart can't help but be like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Every flavor is so meaningful, and every flavor contains our beautiful memories, which makes us have a wonderful childhood.