My photo, thank you, 500 words.

The story of a photo opens the album and a photo comes into view. Take the memory express and return to Yunnan Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park. On the day I boarded the "Yulong Snow Mountain", the story behind the photo seemed to have happened yesterday-it was a sunny morning, and my mother, many teachers and I went to the Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park in Yunnan by bus. Today we are going to climb a mountain, the Yulong Snow Mountain, the lowest ocean glacier in the world. Because the mountain is very high, the guide bought us tickets to take the cable car. There were so many people on the cable car that we waited for about half an hour before it was our turn to get on. We got on the cable car, and I was a little scared at first. The cable car began to rise slowly, the wind whizzed past my ears, and my heart pounded. It took me a long time to get used to it My brother, who was on a cable car with me, looked excited and not afraid at all. Seeing him like this, I also calmed down. Look down, wow! There are green trees everywhere, and these lush trees are connected into a large piece, like a green ocean. My brother and I shouted happily. In a blink of an eye, we came to the top of the mountain. The tour guide took us to the scenic spot on the top of the snowy mountain and looked at the scenery below. Ah! The scenery seen here is really spectacular! Standing here, you can see a panoramic view of the mountain. You see, the green trees are looming under the mist, and under the illumination of the morning light, they also reflect different colors, just like those seen in fairy tales, so beautiful! It's like seeing a fairyland on earth! I can't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me, and I can't help humming. Just as I was deep in thought, I heard a click. I turned my head and saw that while I was fascinated, it was my uncle who left me this eternal and beautiful memory.

Now every time I see this photo, I will fall into a beautiful memory. . . . . .

a photo

On my desk, there is a photo of graduation photo, who graduated from the sixth grade and is my classmate. It is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too.

I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey. There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us. This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away.

The students in our class may have turned into their impatience, and they want to take immediate action in everything they do. As long as it is decided or negotiated, they will definitely implement it immediately, which makes me inadvertently think of some spicy people. There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we have got to know each other. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it." If a classmate in our class is bullied, we are absolutely duty-bound to get justice for her, so it makes salty tears sweet and penetrate into our hearts. ...

A photo can evoke all kinds of interesting things in our wonderful childhood.

Whenever I see this photo on the table, my heart can't help but be like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Every flavor is so meaningful, and every flavor contains our beautiful memories, which makes us have a wonderful childhood.