Big bird fan: the story I want to tell with the girls in class 10.

It was in Jinan that Little Judy of Class 10 got to know me and filmed "Independence of Fallen Flowers" for me. Last weekend, she organized a small gathering of Beijing students.

This lovely little girl has a pair of sparkling eyes that love to laugh. I couldn't help looking at those talking eyes in the camera after taking the candid camera, and my intuition told me that there must be something else in it.

Sure enough, the next day we got up early together and went to Baotu Spring for a date. Time is still so early, catkins are still sleeping soundly, and fallen flowers are still floating quietly. We stayed under a wisteria frame by Baotu Spring for more than an hour, and only did one thing, that is, snapped wildly.

It is worthy of being the master of 10 class. Judy picked up my camera unequivocally. I simply told her where the shutter, aperture and ISO were set, and she immediately entered the state. Kaka is crisp and neat without stage fright. When shooting, she is thoughtful, discerning, middle shot, close shot, front, side, back, standing posture, sitting posture ... while keeping her thoughts clear, she can still get away from generate.

Faced with such an enthusiastic photographer, I was so nervous when taking pictures that I was completely immersed in the sad mood of "I didn't plan to stay in spring". Finally, I even lay on the ground and let Judy bury me with the fallen flower ... Alas, speaking of my madness as a teenager, it was really terrible! Fortunately, Judy put up with it.

Unexpectedly, the little girl can not only shoot, but also write well. After the party in Jinan, I went back and dug myself a big pit to write about the sisters she met. Then at the rate of one article a day, I wrote four articles with 12 people in one breath. When arranging the online exhibition, I really couldn't bear to give up and let Judy arrange four articles into one, but I didn't expect others to do it. Finally, we should try our best to canvass votes in various groups, otherwise we are really sorry for this profound friendship. In fact, everyone sees Judy's intentions and efforts and keeps them in mind. It is also the wish of the people to win the championship with the last high vote.

Xiao Xuan is a master of languages. She is in Judy's class. This former colleague looks very fragile. He once worked alone in four posts: news, public opinion, party propaganda and confidentiality. His small body contains great energy.

However, the female man can't compete with the cold and humid weather in Changsha in April. On the second day of attending the training class of the head office, Xiao Xuan fell ill, with vomiting and diarrhea, pale face and thin body wrapped in a thick quilt, which made me the host who was responsible for reception look at it.

When I accompanied Xiao Xuan for intravenous drip, I, a Mongolian doctor, started looking for a good massage. While rubbing Zusanli for her, I said that I tried this method on my daughter and it was very effective.

I don't know whether the medicinal properties of the drops came out or whether my massage had an effect. Xiao Xuan's face finally improved, and I was relieved. A few days later, I specially told the canteen to prepare rice porridge and light appetizing dishes. Before leaving Changsha, the little girl was finally able to talk and laugh again, and we naturally added WeChat to each other and became friends.

Just in May, I began to learn photography. Practice in the circle of friends every day, bask in homework and experience. I looked at Xiao Xuan, who was busy working overtime every day to change the manuscript and write materials, and said that she would learn from me and pursue her ideal life and happiness.

Xiao Xuan is an activist. She signed up at that time, and there were still a few months before 10 started.

Therefore, I am not only surprised to learn of your resignation, but also sincerely happy for her.

This woman with more talent and courage than me deserves a broader sky. I am convinced of this.

Like Xiao Xuan, Cui Xiaoyuan was taken into the pit by my circle of friends.

Understanding a small source comes from words. 20 15 1 1 month, the head office's "helping the small and micro"? Hunan and Hubei provinces were selected as the theme publicity activities of "benefiting people's livelihood". At that time, Xiao Yuan was a reporter of a central newspaper, and I was deeply impressed by her, because she was the last person to arrive, and arrived in Changsha in the early hours of the morning. It is said that he just returned to Beijing from an interview in other places, and then rushed to Hunan non-stop.

At that time, Xiao Yuan walked smoothly, had a strong aura, spoke quickly, asked sharp and accurate questions, pursued the questions he was interested in, went to the enterprise to see the scene, and finally published the manuscript as quickly as possible.

It is such an excellent uncrowned king. In my eyes, she seems to be the future star of Ran Ran. Suddenly one day, she told me that she had changed her job, and then told me that she had a dream of photography since she was a child.

In this photo exhibition, I saw the works of Xiao Yuan students. It's her grandmother who lives alone, because she can only accompany the elderly for one day during the Qingming holiday, and she is very unhappy. In the photo, the bright sunshine, golden rape flowers and bright red clothes are in sharp contrast with grandma's sadness that she can't be happy even if she is coaxed. Xiao Yuan said that this time she was most moved.

It doesn't matter whether we win the prize or not. What's important is that we picked up the camera of our dreams and recorded our favorite people and favorite moments, which is enough.

There is a saying: "someone appreciates you, that is, he sees the beauty in his heart through you."

The most beautiful thing in the world is to see young girls who love photography as much as you and have pursuits, and come together and talk happily because they are inextricably linked with you.

Come to think of it, that painting is beautiful. One day, I must bear it myself.