Find a photo and write an essay

1. Story composition of a photo

Whenever I open the album, there are many photos in it.

There is one that I consider to be the “apple of my eye”. In the photo, there is a little me nestling in the arms of my parents, smiling so sweetly.

I was just over one and a half years old, and my parents took me to Penglai Park to take pictures. I was very, very scared.

My left hand held my mother's clothes tightly, as if it was about to fall off. I hold a big red balloon in my right hand.

My mother also put a red beauty mark on my forehead, which is like a green leaf setting off a red flower. With it, I look more beautiful and lovely. We started taking pictures, and my father’s mouth was smiling so much that he couldn’t close it; my mother’s mouth was smiling like a pot of peonies that had just bloomed.

Me! I was looking around, not knowing what to do, and I didn’t realize that I had already taken a picture. That look was real, funny, and naughty.

The uncle with the camera took this opportunity to take this precious photo. What a happy moment! What a happy life! I like it because it records the happy and sweet life of our family. There are many photos in my cabinet, but I only like one photo.

This photo came from this. During the summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang together. At 9:00 the next morning, we arrived at Huangguoshu in high spirits by car.

We first visited Tianxing Bridge, and then came to the entrance of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumbling sound from the distance, like rolling thunder. As I got closer, I saw a lot of water mist hitting my face, which was very cool.

As we get closer, a huge white curtain comes into view, which is Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless water droplets splashing down.

Under the sunlight, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls shining with dazzling light. As I looked at it, I suddenly remembered a poem written by the great poet Li Bai: "The water is flying down three thousand feet, and it seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky."

Then we walked forward again, and after a while, we came to the left side of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a dark hole here. oh! It turns out that this is the water curtain cave where Journey to the West was filmed.

So we walked in. After walking for a while, I came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, with three recessed characters engraved on it - Shuiliandong. Later I decided to take a photo here.

I saw my uncle’s camera click, leaving a permanent souvenir for me and Shuiliandong. I like this photo because when I see it, the scene of Huangguoshu Waterfall comes to my mind clearly.

Answer One of my favorite photos is a photo taken with a Russian aunt at Zhelin Lake in Yongxiu during the May Day Golden Week this year. Because this was the first time in my life that I took a photo with a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair.

It was a beautiful and sunny early summer, and my father, second uncle, aunt and other nine people went to the beautiful Zhelin Lake to play. There are more than a dozen small islands on the lake, each with its own characteristics.

Among them, there is a scenic spot called "Crocodile Island" that you can choose for fun. It has beautiful scenery, fresh air, and great shows. I heard that two Russian aunts would perform on stage at 10 o'clock in the morning, and a group of us had been eager to watch it.

After waiting for a long time, we finally had a wonderful performance by two tall Russian aunts. They sang and danced for a while. Their movements were so coordinated and graceful that they made the audience burst into laughter from time to time. After a while of applause. This exotic national culture feasted my eyes, and I couldn't help but clap my little hands.

After the performance, my father asked me to take a photo with the Russian aunt. I thought to myself at the time: If she is a "star", would Li Xuan take photos with us children? At the invitation of my father, Ya couldn't think of anyone. The young and beautiful Russian aunt actually agreed. She walked out of the performance very casually, took my hand, walked up the steps, and came to a lush forest. She smiled and leaned down close to me. Let me sit on her lap and let me hold a bottle of drink, and then she held my hand holding the bottle with her hand. Suddenly, I felt like I was nestling in my mother's arms, so intoxicated and happy, with a happy smile on my face.

With a "click", the moment was fixed for eternity - "one of my favorite photos" was born. Later, I carefully put this photo into a beautiful photo album and treasured it in the depths of my memory... There is a photo on my desk, which is the graduation of all our classmates in the sixth grade. The photo is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Looking back on our six years of life, we have experienced sourness, sweetness, bitterness, spicyness, and salty tastes. I remember that when we first met, no one knew each other, but in the end, we were so reluctant to leave each other when we separated.

When we became classmates in the first class, the students all introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember the scene. Some were funny, some were disgusting, and some were pretending to be serious. It was like that It really makes people’s teeth sore. The classmates in our class are very united, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual help was unknowingly discovered. When we won the award, the whole class couldn't help but mention it. When they were happy, they happily made a "V" shape and shouted loudly: "Yeah!" The momentum was really spectacular, and it was sweeter than eating honey.

As sweet as it is, there must be tears. In the group examination, we all ranked among the best in the entire series. But who would have thought, just when we were all confidently waiting for this championship ranking, God knows, our entire series ranking actually fell behind. One, got the runner-up, we were all very depressed. When we were disappointed, the teacher came to comfort us with sincere words, cheered us up, and encouraged us to work hard. She did not blame us, she just used her dexterous mouth to tell us. With the words that can make us regain our confidence, we believe that failure is the mother of success. After the storm of falling rankings, we became more passionate about learning and worked harder. During this period, the students worked very hard. Finally, the hard work paid off and we regained the first place that was exclusive to us. .

This makes the pain of the process gradually fade away. The classmates in our class may all be impatient and want to act immediately on anything, as long as it is decided or discussed. 2. An essay about a photo

Family affection is indispensable and the most important emotion in life. ——Inscription This is a family photo of our family, and it is also the only one currently. Time flies so fast, it passes in the blink of an eye. This photo is also six years old. Every time I look at the photo frame, I always look carefully at the family photo: eldest aunt, eldest uncle, second aunt, second uncle, uncles, aunts, parents, grandparents, cousins, they look so happy. The wrinkles on my grandfather's forehead and the silver threads on my grandmother's head all tell the story of their weathered life journey. Of course, they can also appreciate the joy of life the most. I clearly remember that it was the Spring Festival of 2000, and the whole family, young and old, rushed back to my grandparents’ house from all over the country to celebrate the New Year. I was only 7 years old at the time and quite sensible, but I didn’t know the true meaning of reunion at all. I only knew that there were so many people and it was so lively. But since that time, the whole family rarely gets together. Now, every time there is a festival, either my cousin doesn't come, or my cousin doesn't come... Grandma always says to herself regretfully: "When can the whole family get together again?" It is always easiest to ignore when you are busy. The mood of the previous generation, now, this family photo is also slowly turning yellow under the erosion of time, but the happy smiles of the whole family are always so vivid. I think maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. Our family will definitely get together again. When the time comes, there will definitely be a family photo that is more beautiful and worthy of being treasured. Pure friendship and passionate love will eventually turn into family ties. Friends! May you cherish this unforgettable family relationship. ——Postscript 3. A photo composition

[A photo composition]

A photo Today, my mother, my brother, and I were looking at the photo, and suddenly my brother said loudly: "Brother, who is this person sitting on the trunk of the elephant?" I looked carefully and said: "This smiling child is me - your brother, a photo composition." My younger brother asked: "Why didn't I go? "Of course," I said, "you were only one year old at that time and I was five years old. Of course you have never been there." When I was five years old, my parents took me to celebrate the New Year with my grandparents in Guangzhou. I heard that Panyu Wildlife Park is the largest wildlife park in China, so my parents took me to Panyu Wildlife Park. When I got there, I realized that the animals here are not kept in cages, but are allowed to roam freely in the woods. You can find them by yourself. food. I remember that there were fat pandas, beautiful swans, bulky elephants, and ferocious white tigers from the United States in the zoo... "Oh! It hurts!" A loud scream came from the elephant performance hall, and we Upon hearing the sound, it turned out to be a boy of about ten years old sitting on the trunk of the elephant. When we came to the elephant area, a curiosity arose spontaneously, which seemed to give me infinite power. I clamored to sit on the elephant, and finally I sat on the trunk of a 4-year-old elephant. Sometimes they threw me up into the sky again and again, making me laugh so hard that I don’t know how to describe it. Sometimes they turned me back and then rushed forward. I almost turned into an atomic bomb. The elephant took me away like an airplane. Thrown down from the sky... Let me tell you, the last show was a tug-of-war between humans and elephants. More than a hundred of us still failed to win the tug-of-war with a 4-year-old elephant. Whenever I see this photo, I will think of this. After my brother heard my story, he clamored for his mother to take him there this spring. A 500-word essay on a photo for primary school students (/) 4. A 400-word essay on a photo

A photo

Whenever I see this photo, I will think of that Pair of cute little parrots. In the photo, there is a little girl who is very busy, that is me, and there are two parrots flying next to her.

These two parrots were bought when I was in third grade.

Once, when our family went to the flower market, I saw this pair of parrots and asked my mother to buy them. One of these parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue feathers on his face. He is a male parrot. I call him a parrot. One has a pink nose and blue feathers. She is a female parrot. I call her Yanwu. I have developed a very good bond with my two little parrots and I love them very much. They are very active. The parrot keeps singing songs that are more beautiful than the oriole every day, while the swallow dances nimbly up and down in the cage. One time I put my hand into the birdcage and wanted the parrot to stand on my hand. I tried Yanwu first. As soon as my hand touched its feet, it quickly bit me with its sharp and hard mouth, which made me yell out in pain: "Ah!" Then it He quickly climbed onto the small swing in the cage. I thought: This bad Yan Wu, I’ll deal with you when it’s time to feed! When I feed them food, I only feed the parrots and not Yanwu. I hold it with my hand and feed the parrots on the side. I thought: Haha! This is what you get for biting me! But when I wasn't paying attention, Yan Wu deftly flew out of the cage from my hand. I was startled and hurriedly put down the food and went to catch the flying Yan Wu. As for the parrot, when she saw her companion going out, the door of the birdcage happened to be open, so she also flew out of the birdcage. "Hey! Come back quickly and don't run away!" I was so anxious that I wanted to catch this one and that one, but I didn't know what to do. At this time, my mother happened to come out with a camera, and clicked to take a picture of this ridiculous scene.

Later, these two parrots were given away. Every time I see this photo, I can't help but laugh. At the same time, I miss my two little parrots and wish them more liveliness and health.

A photo

Voila! In one photo, there is a little boy wearing sportswear and holding a "barbell" with both hands. That was me when I was a child.

I’m not afraid of you making fun of me when I talk about this. It was 2008, the day when the Olympics was about to begin with the weightlifting event. I saw a player from our country on TV. He was strong and muscular. He looked like a very capable player at first glance. I saw him walking up to the stage, shouting "Ah" and lifting the barbell. He was not satisfied and asked for more weight. 70 kilograms, 80 kilograms, 90 kilograms... The weight of the barbell is still increasing, and it is almost too much. I am also anxious to death. Looking at my parents, they are so anxious that they are sweating. Here At the critical moment, I suddenly had an idea. I went to the kitchen and found two wooden chopsticks. I glued the thick ends together with transparent tape, and used the pointed ends to pierce a big sesame seed cake on each side. "Haha! A new generation of children was born in my hands." I shouted. I ran to the living room and stood in front of the TV. Then I pretended to be struggling, imitating the player's behavior, and made a "hey yo, hey yo" sound. My parents were puzzled when they saw it, so they asked: "Son, what are you doing? Get out of the way!" I said to my parents: "I am cheering for the Chinese team members!" This was the sound coming from the TV. With cheers, the three of us looked at the TV in unison and saw the contestant lifting the last barbell!

Afterwards, I said to my parents: "You see, you see, it was thanks to my strength that the Chinese team member was able to lift it up." My parents couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this, and said: " Well, well, well, let's take a picture of our son." After that, my father walked into the bedroom and took out the camera and said, "Good boy, stand still and pose like you were here." So I said. Holding the "barbell" with both hands, pretending to be struggling. Dad pressed the Allegro button and took this funny photo of me with just a "click" sound.

Instructor: Yang Bo

Comments: Go straight to the topic at the beginning and introduce photos. The description of the origin of the photo is vivid and clear, with a strong interest in life.

5. Write an essay, about 500 words, asking (who) in the title photo to write about the quality

There is a color photo, smiling, looking very happy, but if you look carefully Look, you will find that there are black and blue patches on the knees of both feet. Who do you think he looks like? She is lively and cheerful, but very naughty; no one can match her boldness, she looks like a boy. Her uncles, aunts, grandparents, and grandparents all say that she is nothing like her parents, but they don't know who she is like. Once, she and her parents went to Binjiang Avenue in Pudong. Her father wanted to take some unforgettable photos of her childhood, so he enthusiastically took out his camera and looked for a suitable photo opportunity while admiring the beautiful scenery of Binjiang Avenue. Background photography. She posed in many poses in front of different backgrounds, but the more she posed, the more naughty she became. She was sliding around on the tiled floor for a while, and touching here and there around the building, getting her hands stained. It was covered with dust, but she didn't care. "Found it! Yingying, come over and sit on the chair. Dad will take a picture of you!" Her father found a good scenery again and was asking her to take a picture! She hurriedly ran over and was about to sit on the chair, but she ran too fast and had no time to brake. In addition, she tripped over the legs of the chair and fell down. "Ah——" she screamed, and suddenly , her feet were in great pain, and her parents hurriedly helped her up, "How is it, okay!" Before her father could finish speaking, her mother interrupted again: "Does it hurt? Be careful!" She endured the pain and said: " It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt!” She stood up, posed in a half-squatting position, and took this meaningful photo with a smile. Every time I took it out and looked at it, I felt like it reminded her of her all the time. Me: Don’t be too naughty when doing things, otherwise things will turn out to be the opposite! When I got home that day, my mother and father said that she didn't know why, but she was always naughty, she really looked like a boy! But I think she is still her, just different in personality! Let me tell you! She is me! Me in the photo best reflects me in life, so from this photo you can see what kind of person I am. What about you? You can also take out your photos and share the stories in them with me. 6. A unique photo composition

In my photo album, there is a very unique photo, which was taken when I was picking strawberries.

Whenever I open the photo album, that unforgettable scene always appears in front of my eyes. It was Sunday, the wind was gentle and the sun was bright, and the sky was clear.

My good friend Ping Chang and my mother and I went to the countryside to pick strawberries. We walked along the winding path and soon came to a greenhouse where strawberries were grown.

These greenhouses are surrounded by a lot of wire and covered with thick white plastic paper. As soon as I entered, I felt a rush of heat. It was stuffy and hot inside the shed, and there were only a few small holes in the shed for ventilation.

There are rows of strawberries growing in the greenhouse. Some strawberries hide in the dense green bushes and refuse to show up, like shy little girls; There are a little bit of white, lying on the "bed" sleeping; there are also strawberries like a man vigorously showing off his blood-red body, as if he wants us to see "himself" so that we can taste its Sweet taste. We're feeling super excited about these everyone-favorite strawberries.

Heping Chang and I decided to hold a strawberry picking competition. Whoever picks the most strawberries in the shortest time will win, and my mother will be the referee. Just listen to "1, 2, 3, start!" Mom shouted in a loud voice.

Before I finished saying "3", Heping Chang and I quickly looked for it. At this time, I saw a big, red strawberry, so I rushed there and pinched it gently. , and let me pick the strawberries. Then, I kept looking for the next target, and I picked another red strawberry... Just like that, the strawberry basket was full, and Ping Chang also picked a basket full.

Mom reminded us that we could pick another strawberry, so I quickly started looking for it again. Oops, found it! A big, red strawberry is waving to me.

It was too late, but it was too late, so I went to pick it immediately. Unexpectedly, Ping Chang happened to see this one, and she also reached out to pick it. Just like that, a fresh and tender strawberry was smashed to pieces by me and He Chang, and our hands and faces were covered with bright red strawberry juice.

At that time, my mother happened to take this photo with her camera, and this funny moment was vividly recorded. Now, every time I see this photo, it brings back wonderful memories of picking strawberries. 7. Composition on one of my photos

Part 1:

In my photo album, there is a precious family photo. Family photos must be very common to my classmates, but to me, they are extremely precious. This is the only one!

My father is a busy man and often travels for business and is away from home. I miss all the full moon drinks and family gatherings. I occasionally have a meal at home, but that meal will definitely be very busy. Because there's always a phone ringing, and it's annoying, even uncomfortable. Sometimes, I feel like it would be quieter to eat when my dad is not at home.

Dad actually attended my grandpa’s sixtieth birthday party. But I thought it would be the same as eating at home, and that *** would haunt Dad like a ghost, but what was unexpected was: Dad turned off the phone.

At the banquet, my father, mother and I all smiled as beautifully as blooming flowers and as colorfully as rainbows. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandpa to take pictures of me. My family of three took pictures of happy and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not false, but every smile is so innocent! I even took that photo to enlarge it.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out the photo, that picture will appear in my mind, and I will feel that my father is by my side.

At this moment, I no longer think that *** is a ghost, but I feel that *** is so sweet and melodious, because he proved that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

Two:

Now, every time I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its spirit of moving forward without fear of difficulties.

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

During the May Day holiday last year, our family was discussing where to travel. My father said, "Why don't we take a red tour this year! Let's go to Luding Bridge." We just left. Embark on a red journey. The scenery along the way is very beautiful, with high mountains and forests, shrouded in clouds and mist, and it feels like we are in a fairyland on earth. After several hours of driving, I finally arrived at the Luding Bridge that I had longed for.

Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Garze Prefecture, Sichuan. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary iron cable bridge over the Dadu River. But after I listened to the tour guide’s aunt’s introduction, I had 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 wooden planks on the bridge and fired continuously with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here. But they were not discouraged. Instead, they braved the enemy's bullets and crawled on the iron chain and achieved the final victory.

I also wanted to go for a walk on the bridge, but as soon as I got to the bridge, the bridge began to shake. I quickly reached the iron chain next to the bridge and saw the rolling waves of the Dadu River under the bridge. Terrified. Thinking about how difficult it was for the Red Army to fly to capture Luding Bridge, I sincerely admired them. Dad said: "Let's take a photo here to keep a small souvenir." With a click, I left a photo on the Luding Bridge.

Now, every time I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its spirit of moving forward without fear of difficulties.

Three:

There is a very warm and harmonious family photo standing there prominently on my desk. It's still very new because that's what I cherish. I was in elementary school at the time, and I only thought about having fun during holidays. Both parents are satisfied. But this time was an exception. They had to go back to their hometown for something, and because I wanted to study, they couldn't take me back with them. A few days before departure, they asked my aunt to take care of me and bought me many things as if to please me. I knew they were leaving, and I didn't want to act like a rogue and pester them to leave. I just looked helpless. This is a relief to them. Finally, there is only the last day left. They will leave tomorrow. This is the first time I have been separated from them for so long. "Shanshan, mom is leaving tomorrow. Is there anything else you need?" Mom asked in her softest voice. "Mom, you are leaving, can I have a photo?" I said, looking at her longingly. "Of course, what kind do you want?" Mom asked very tactfully. "I want a photo of me, dad and you, a family photo!" I begged, holding my mother's hand and shaking it again and again. "Okay, wait a moment. I'll go look for it." After saying that, she stood up and left. "No!" I grabbed her and said, "I want what was before, I want what is now, today." Mom looked at me and said, "Okay, we will leave when dad comes back later, okay?" OK!" I nodded. I took my parents’ hands and came to the photography studio. I was very excited to fulfill my wish there with my favorite parents. They left the next day. In the more than twenty days since they left, I don't know how many nights I held it, thinking about my parents, and gradually fell asleep. In my sleep, I dreamed about the days when I lived with them. Although it has been a long time since this happened, this photo has always been my favorite. It is the refuge of my soul and my comfort when I am lonely. 8. Composition of a photo

There is a photo on my desk. I look so proud in the photo. I am standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance. Beautiful view of Taihu Lake.

Looking at this photo, I can’t help but think of the scene when our family went to Wuxi to climb Huishan Mountain last summer vacation... When we arrived at the foot of Huishan Mountain, my brother said to me: "Let’s compete and see what happens." Who is the first to climb to the top of the mountain?" I thought about it: Huishan is not very high. I have climbed Huangshan, so what am I afraid of? ! I will compete with my brother! With the brother's voice: "Start!" the mountain climbing competition officially begins! At the beginning, I walked briskly, and I was on par with my brother, leaving my mother and grandmother behind. I was very happy to watch the exercise.

Not even halfway through the climb, my feet were a little sore, but my brother was still as brisk as before. I quickly followed him, for fear that I would fall behind if I couldn't keep up with him. I couldn't show weakness! Finally, halfway through the climb, my feet were completely numb, and my breath became thicker as if filled with lead. Gradually, my brother and I distanced ourselves, and my mother also passed me. I thought to myself: Forget it. never mind! Anyway, the scenery above is no different from what you see below! I'll go up slowly with my grandma! At this moment, my brother said to me not far away: "Come on! Don't be discouraged! You can't climb such a low mountain! Cut it!" Yes! Don’t give up halfway! I can definitely climb the mountain! After my efforts, I successfully climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the beautiful Taihu Lake...ah! While I was intoxicated with the beautiful scenery, there was a "click" sound and a flashlight flashed in front of my eyes. It turned out to be my brother! He is taking pictures of me! Seeing me looking at him, my brother smiled at me and started taking pictures for my mother... Now looking at this photo of mine, I still feel that the scene of climbing Huishan last time is still vivid in my mind. I like it very much. Photo! I typed this word for word! My true story. 9. "A Photo" composition and writing method

Whenever I open my photo album, there are many photos in it. There is a photo like this, in which my mother and I hug each other tightly. .

It was a summer when my parents and I went to Zhanhe Park to play. As soon as we entered the park gate, we could see the straight trees, green grass, and colorful flowers. We found a piece of green grass. There was a dense grove next to the grass. There were several delicate and beautiful flowers in bloom among the trees.

I was sitting on the grass playing happily. I saw my mother busy preparing fruits and food from home for me. I was very moved. I walked to my mother gently and gave A big hug from her. At this time, my father’s camera clicked, leaving this happy moment for my mother and me.

I like this photo; because when I see it, I think of the greatness and selfless dedication of maternal love. 10. An essay about a photo

A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of An emotion. It is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001 in the living room on the third floor of my new home. It is clearly visible in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, my cousin, my grandparents and my five grandsons. In my hand, I was holding a big apple picked from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind.

It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts came to my house as guests. While chatting, my father asked me to take a photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren. After knowing where I was sitting, I hurriedly found a reason to ask my father to go to the fourth floor with me first.

When I got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do. I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest of the three children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit next to your grandparents." Dad replied road. "But grandma is so old. If others see it, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, But she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. Without grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you! "I suddenly realized and realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his elders and is caring!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to where I was sitting for the photo, took a big apple with respect, and handed it to grandma. Grandma smiled slightly, handed the apple back to me, and said kindly: "Grandma is old and her teeth are no longer useful. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad shouted: "Look at me, everyone." Come here!" I held the apple left by my grandma in my hand and stared at the camera. There was only a "click" sound, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever. After posting the photos, I took them, had them molded, and kept them in a photo album.

A photo contains such a story; a photo makes my mind fly back to ten years ago; a photo gives me an education of love. It is such an ordinary yet extraordinary photo that taught me how to respect and love our elders. Only in this way will our lives become better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious.