The story of me and technology

At night, the city closes its eyes sleepily. The neon lights outside the window are intertwined, throwing a colorful net into the town, and the lights are dim. The whistle of the car pierced the glass and jumped into my ear. The sound seems to come from the top of the city. These beams seem to pass through the sea of people. A powerful airflow shocked people and pushed the power of devouring mountains and rivers to a new climax.

After a busy day, I am still tired, and my shield has resisted the attack of sleepiness. I made a cup of coffee casually, leaned back in the armchair, skillfully turned on the computer, logged into QQ and entered the mailbox. There are some emails from my best friend, which are photos of her when she was playing in Hong Kong. Looking at the warmth of her journey, sharing the joy from a foreign country, suddenly, like a lost heart, she found the opportunity again. On a whim, I opened the folder of "Dream World", which is full of my little happiness-the beautiful moments recorded by the camera. I opened it carefully, like caring for a beautiful dream that made me palpitation, and the corners of my mouth naturally raised a radian.

The first set of photos are footprints left in Lijiang. Even today, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the customs of Naxi people. This quaint town is as elegant as ever. Another group of photos is in Xining, Qinghai, where the wind is light and the clouds are light, and there are layers of ladders, which are very close to heaven; Herds of yaks and antelopes, blue and calm lake water, indulge in it. Memories are aroused a little bit, and I obviously feel the acceleration of my heartbeat, and a warm current spreads all over my body.

You can see Old Town of Lijiang in the photo. The enthusiastic hospitality of the local people, the pure white Hada, the national costumes, and the photos taken by my father during the game interaction with the local people made me feel as if I had revisited Lijiang once. That winter only belonged to Lijiang.

I stared at the dark blue photos of Qinghai Lake and Ta 'er Temple, lost in thought and immersed in the endless quiet place. How quiet is it? My eyes are stuck in that color, my eyes have nothing to see, I wash away the dirt in my heart, I take away my youth and frivolous, and I become a delicate woman through self-adjustment, with bright sunshine.

I took a sip of coffee and had a lot of thoughts. Then I turned to open the drawer and a black bag appeared in front of me. Untie the chain, it lay quietly, and I gently took it out, as if I had met a good friend I had known for many years, and my excitement was beyond words. This camera is small and portable and has lived with me for several years. My parents know that I like photography and gave it to me as a gift. I studied it carefully. Am I grateful? It moved me so much: Is it happiness? I have it for so many days and nights: do you cherish it? With it, I found so many beautiful things, recorded the bits and pieces of my life, and let me find memories. At this time, my heart is full of five flavors.

I integrated this camera into my life and became my companion. Maybe I will change my camera in the future, but I will still treat it as a treasure. The road I have traveled in recent years has become a song of memories, and my mind is circulating one by one. In the future, I will still take it, step through a life full of thorns, cross thousands of ditches and valleys, and discover the beauty of everything and people's hearts. Take pictures of smiling faces of loved ones, even a little touched by strangers.

I turned off the computer that night and slept soundly.

What am I afraid of? A pair of bright eyes and an affectionate heart. Oh, there is also a camera that is inseparable from me, that dream of going to the world, to be continued.

When technology is integrated into beauty, the touch of life is everywhere.

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