Photography Fan Baba's Sixth Grade Composition

There was a man with short black hair, bulging eyes like fish bubbles, smoky teeth, yellow skin and rough hands. Guess who he is? Although he is not handsome, he is my dear old father. He is an out-and-out photographer. If you don't believe me, just look below!

MengMeng, get up. Waves of urging dragged me out of the "Sweet Dream Amusement Park". I reluctantly opened my confused eyes and said, "Dad, what are you doing? You called people back from Duke Zhou in the middle of the night. Do you know that primary school students have to sleep for more than nine hours? " "Don't sleep, get up, let's go to the top of the gem to take pictures." Dad said excitedly. "No, I want to sleep." I turned down my father. My powerful father dragged me out of the warm quilt. My arm couldn't twist my thigh, so I managed to dress up and wash it, and followed my father to Baoshi Mountain.

The stars are still shining with charming eyes in the dark, and my heavily armed father and I have been counting the steps with flashlights to the top of the boulder. After eighteen bends in the mountain road, we came to the commanding height of shooting-the big stone, which only the photographer knew. I saw that many long guns and short guns have been erected in various positions, and many men, women and children are exchanging photographic experiences. After greeting several familiar uncles, my father took me as "Secretary Yuan" to his base area, set up a tripod, put away a SLR, adjusted the aperture, and so on, before wiping the sweat and smoking a cigarette. Panting, I sat on the stone and looked down, yeah! I saw the lights on the West Lake flashing like stars, and the reflection of trees was reflected on the lake. Bai Causeway was lying on the big water bed like a sleeping beauty on the lake, and the antique pagoda beside her stood in the lush forest, as if staring at the beautiful pearls at her feet like an old woman. How beautiful! I'll call dad later, hey! Smelly dad has actually jumped on another higher stone to shoot Sunrise Lake. I fell, too Ha ha! I saw the sun, the size of an orange egg, just showing less than half of its face in front, and slowly showing a little more,,,, and there was a shutter sound around it. At this moment, it seems that whoever presses fast can press the sun into the lens. The sun has risen, and my father and I are already sweating, especially when my father is naked and sweat crawls on his face from time to time. I really admire my dad's perseverance in taking pictures on the mountain every day, and I can't help saying "Dad, you are awesome"!

Now I am deeply influenced by my father and become a small fan of photography under the leadership of a big fan of photography. After several trips, I fell in love with photography.