Meijing composition 600-word composition

I am a small photographer, always looking for the most beautiful scenery. Everywhere I go, I will observe and shoot carefully. My photo album is full of all kinds of photos, but I still haven't found the most beautiful scenery, which is my lifelong pursuit.

When I came to a Gobi desert, the wind blew in my ear, and the broken flag on the sand still stood. At this time, I seem to hear the horn of the charge, as if I saw the soldiers in charge. Heroically killing the enemy, I slowed down and quickly pressed the shutter. When I saw this photo, I found that although it had rough and mysterious beauty, there was something missing that I couldn't say.

And came to the Jiangnan water town. The refreshing breeze blew me, and the simple and complicated stone bridge shook me. I climbed the stone bridge and bent down to look. The slow and flowing water makes people feel that the bridge is flowing instead of the water. There are several willows planted on the shore, and the long branches of the willows extend into the water, breaking the reflection of the stone bridge, making people feel that reality and reality coexist. I was intoxicated by the gentleness of this water town and slowly pressed the shutter, as if my mood was also infected by it. My camera left a beautiful picture of the fusion of water and bridge. But I still felt something was missing, so I continued to look for the most beautiful scenery.

On the way to find the most beautiful scenery, I found many places, and the photos I took were always missing something. Finally one morning, I met an old man and asked him. Without saying anything, he turned and strode away. I understood his intention and followed him. He took me to a desert. At this time, the sun is setting and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the beach. Two camels, one big and one small, caught my eye. They walked towards the clear spring. After drinking the water, two camels, one large and one small, turned around contentedly. Their long-distance footprints were reflected by the sun and went away in the last ray of sunlight. I murmured, "This is the most beautiful scenery ..."