Photos of my childhood, a composition of 5 words.

The story of an old photo. An old photo really contains a lot of happiness and pain. Only at that moment did all of it express an old photo. It really had a lot of love and was moved, but it was a tearful smile when I recalled it later.

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, 1 years have passed. When I picked up this old photo, I recalled the happy past:

It was early spring and April, and I was with you. When I got there, I was immediately attracted. Wow! Small and exquisite butterfly kites, colorful ring kites, facial kites with different expressions, and kite-shaped kites flying all over the sky ... colorful! Colorful! Although I was only three years old at that time, I still can't forget in my vague memory that kites were flying in the sky, and I chased them on the ground. When I was tired of chasing them, I sat on the ground and looked up at the kites. I still remember the warm atmosphere of flying kites.

What impressed me the most was the scene of falling down: at first, I was tired of running and watched the kite get distracted. Suddenly, another kite was entangled ~ "Ah!" I shouted! Jump up and run over, "pa"! I fell! Very strong, I didn't cry, I stood up-maybe I was too happy. I usually love to cry and scratch my head, but I laughed shyly. This photo was taken at that time. Hey ~ covered in mud! At this time, the two kites were untied, and I jumped for joy and almost fell again!

Dad laughed at me after filming me. I sat aside in anger and ignored him. Dad saw me and brought a kite. "Wow!" I cheered again! (Hee hee, children always like toys)

This is the story of old photos, which I will always cherish, and it has my childhood memories.