Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Photography major - A look gives me the strength to move forward and write a composition of about 600 words.

A look gives me the strength to move forward and write a composition of about 600 words.

Another normal day, the sunshine in June of 5438+00 gently hit my ass as usual. I woke up from my dream with the beep of the car and walked out of the door with lazy steps to see that my mother was gone! They immediately woke up, not as energetic as when they first got up, and turned on the computer with small steps.

Tencent special exhibition pictures jumped out of the webpage, and I clicked in with the left mouse button curiously, and the pictures swept my eyes like running water. A photo projecting a little girl's helpless eyes immediately enlarged my already small eyes! I hurried back and fixed my eyes on a black and yellow picture. An African girl looked at the camera with her most desperate eyes. Her skinny body was only yellow sand weeds and a vulture waiting for his death. Lonely and desperate eyes cast the last glimmer of hope for the photographer. There's nothing I can do. I don't know whether she was swallowed up by death or saved by this kind photographer, but no matter what the outcome is, my heart has been shaking!

I looked around and saw a huge poster of lebron james, a bead curtain hanging to the ground, a mosquito net like a princess, a red board reflecting light, a soft chair that can be turned around, and this computer in front of me. What is not something that only appears in her dreams, not a luxury? Not yearning?

Recalling yesterday's quarrel with my mother, it was only because the quantity of food didn't agree with my appetite that I was threatened not to eat, forcing my mother to go out to buy food again. I am confident that I may feel guilty when I see white rice, because it is only a wish for them to have enough to eat and warm up.

Huge eyes, with the saddest eyes, pierced my heart one by one, deeper and more painful, and the call for saving them became stronger and stronger. Perhaps this is also a kind of suffering, a kind of conscience torture.

As a person, a race, why can I be willful, I can live a carefree life, I can complain about the bad food, why can't they get what I think they should have! (Wujiang Zhenze Yilong Rosewood-Yilong Literature www.sz-ylhm.com)

I hate that my immature hands can't change anything, but I will pray: "Great United Nations, great European Union and great North Atlantic Treaty Organization, please pin your fighting thoughts on them!" Let the winter eat and wear warm clothes no longer only appear in dreams, so that the life that should belong to them is no longer just a New Year's wish!

Since I am tired of loneliness, I learned to look for it at once; Since there is a headwind, I can still resist the wind from all directions and sail! One day I will build a brand-new country and let my eyes see hope and happiness! Let them know the beauty and sincerity of childhood!