The third-level photographer continued to write 300 words.

The little photographer went to Gorky's office again and wrote on the paper: I am here. It was folded into paper again and the plane flew in through the window. Gorky read the note and told the secretary to invite the little photographer in at once. Gorky said enthusiastically, "Come in, come in!" And personally poured a glass of water for the little photographer. Knowing that Gorky was very busy at work, the young photographer quickly took out the camera with film and fiddled with it. Gorky understood, took a newspaper and sat on the sofa to read it carefully. The little photographer adjusted the focal length, only to hear a click, and a photo of Zhang Zhengui was permanently fixed on the paper. The little photographer stood up straight, bowed respectfully to Gorky and said devoutly, "Goodbye, Grandpa Gorky!" " Say that finish, excitedly turned and left. The little photographer jumped step by step and hummed the nursery rhyme of "happiness". He took his paper to the photo studio for printing. In the evening, the little photographer thought: Tomorrow, he can post Gorky's photo on his carefully designed wall newspaper, and in this way, he entered a sweet dream.