Warm composition of photos

Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone has written compositions and must be familiar with various types of compositions. With the help of compositions, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? Below is a warm composition of photos that I have compiled for you. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. The warmth of the photo composition 1

I am a quiet boy who often stays at home alone for a long time. One time, when I was organizing my bookcases at home, I discovered many photos from the past. Two of the photos locked my gaze. As I looked at them, the scene at that time seemed to reappear in front of my eyes.

The first photo is blurry, maybe because the pixels of the mobile phone are too low! But you can still clearly see a towel on my forehead. The white towel is so conspicuous when placed on the small forehead. I heard from my father that it was three or four o'clock in the morning and I woke them up crying. It turned out that I had a fever! My mother took my temperature with a thermometer, and it was 40 degrees! Just like that, mom and dad were in a hurry. Mom quickly brought a basin of water, soaked the towel in the cold water for a while, and put it on my head. Then she took a towel and dipped it in the water to wipe my body. After repeating it several times, my body temperature dropped a little. , but my mother was still worried and kept guarding me until dawn. Looking at the photos, my heart actually trembles!

The second photo is of my mother holding me while she was receiving an infusion. In the snow-white ward, a thin infusion tube was connected to the back of the hand, and the mother beside her looked sad. I remember clearly that at that time I kept coughing and had a fever. My mother took me to the hospital and took a black X-ray with bones visible. The doctor said it was pneumonia and I had to be hospitalized. Alas, I stayed there for ten days and received several bottles of fluids a day. At that time, I hated how my physical fitness was so poor! But every day when my mother goes to the hospital, she will give me a hug. I am hugged in her arms and my whole body is warm. I draw strength from my mother’s arms!

Although I am a man, my body is very weak. My mother's love surrounds me like air, and my mother's love wraps me like marshmallows. Looking at these two photos, I feel warm inside! I secretly said to myself: I have to work hard to exercise and make myself strong, so that I can protect my mother! The Warmth of Photos Composition 2

Whenever I see the first photo of my sister and I on the photo wall, I will smile knowingly...

That was three years ago During the summer vacation, my mother was hospitalized. No one cooked for me, covered me with quilts, and took care of me. I always felt empty inside. My father said that my mother would bring a younger sister when she came back. I imagined my younger sister countless times. Her eyes must be bright, her skin the same as mine, and her small and slender hands.

Five days later, my father told me that my mother was coming back from the hospital, bringing her newborn sister with her. I was happily doing anything absent-mindedly and humming a little tune. I was very excited because I could finally see the mother I had longed for and the sister I had never met. My father and I immediately started cleaning the house and placed one of my favorite stuffed bears next to the little bed prepared for my sister.

It took such a long time. Finally, I don’t know how long it took, I heard a rhythmic knock on the door. I immediately rushed over and opened the door. I saw grandpa, grandma and mother standing outside the door. My mother looked a little thinner than when she was not hospitalized. She looked very tired, but she still had a bright smile on her face. Grandma was holding a little baby in her hands. I knew it was my sister. I immediately went over to take a look. A small face as big as a big apple and a pair of dark eyes looked at me. My heart warmed. . I really wanted to hug her, but grandma said: "Sit on the sofa, and I will hug you later." I sat down on the sofa obediently, waiting for grandma to hand over my crystal-like sister to me. She carefully placed her sister in my arms. I felt soft, as if she would be crushed with just a little force. Her body was warm, as if the sun was shining on me. She stared at me with her eyes wide open, curious. I couldn't help saying hello to her, and her mouth split open. I quickly shouted to my father: "Dad! My sister smiled!" My father quickly turned around, took out his mobile phone and took a photo. This day, I have been in a state of excitement, even walking feels like stepping on clouds. I will never forget this day.

Every time I see this photo, I will think of that warm scene. The Warmth of Photos Composition 3

Opening the photo album, you will be dazzled by the dazzling array of photos. But that one photo stands out in particular and remains fresh in my memory.

That was my first time participating in a sports meeting. That morning, I was preparing on the "turf" of our class, and suddenly there was a call from the radio: "Students who run the fifty-meter run, please get ready." I walked over slowly, seemingly calm, but my heart kept beating. When we arrived at the starting point, the teacher pinned the codes on us, and I looked at the players around me. Wow, all of them are awesome. I was so scared, but I couldn't back down. I wanted to win glory for the class and myself, and strive to get good grades.

I stood on the starting line, waiting for the signal of the starting gun. After a while, I heard a "bang" and everyone started running. I rushed over like an arrow off the string. I am currently Ranked fifth, at this time, a broadcast came to my ears: "Chao Weibiao, come on! Come on! I believe you can do it, come on..." Ah, this is the contribution of the students, they are working on it I'm coming on! Suddenly, I felt an endless force pushing me. I passed fourth, third, and second! There was still one more to go, but at this moment, I felt my legs getting more and more sore. This power has disappeared, and I am still a little away from the finish line. I can't lose! I secretly gritted my teeth and said to myself: "I want to win glory for the class and myself!" At that moment, I had the strength to pass the first place. In the end, I won the first place with a good score of nine points and ten seconds. one.

Soon, a beautiful voice came from the radio: "Please come to the stage, Chao Weibiao, the first place in the 50 meters." The students all cheered, and I rushed to the podium as fast as I could. , standing in the first place. Teacher Wang is also here. Look, she looked at me with a smile and said, "Great, come and have a smile!" Looking at the smiling faces of the classmates and teachers in the audience, I felt so warm and proud in my heart. "Click!" Teacher Wang pressed the shutter, and the warm moment was frozen in the camera.

That day, I felt that the sky was very blue, the sunshine was very warm, and my smile was very bright under the sun! The Warmth of Photos Composition 4

Whenever I open the photo album of my childhood and see the photo in the hospital, my mind will be drawn back to that warm moment. Although many years have passed, the people in the photos have left an indelible memory in my heart.

I remember that when I was in the middle class of kindergarten, I was so naughty that I jumped up and down on the sofa. As a result, I fell on the edge of the coffee table. A bloody cut immediately appeared on my eye, and blood was flowing. My parents rushed me to the hospital in a hurry, and the doctor pushed me into the operating room for suture surgery.

The next day, when I woke up, I touched the thick gauze wrapped around my eyes, and the wound was throbbing with pain. I was extremely scared, afraid that my eyes would not be able to see, and that I would be afraid that the pain would last forever. It hurt so much that I started crying. A sister who was a few years older than me in the next bed said softly: "Little sister, don't be afraid, I also had stitches, but don't worry, the doctor said that my eyes are fine, and the pain will be gone after a while." "Yes." I doubted what she said and was still crying. Even my mother couldn't comfort her. At this time, like magic, my sister took out a colorful lollipop and handed it to me. Such a beautiful candy was what I dreamed of. I immediately stopped crying and took the lollipop. Then my sister took out another picture book and whispered to me: "This is my favorite book. Let me tell you about it. The story in it is very interesting." Just like that, I was eating a lollipop. Reading the storybook with my sister, I instantly forgot the pain. At that moment, my mother took that photo for us and recorded this warm moment.

Although the sister in the next bed in the ward is a stranger to me, her actions warm me, make me forget the pain, and bring me happiness. There is so much warmth around me. I want to be a person who knows how to warm others in the future. The Warmth of Photos Composition 5

Whenever I open the photo album, my eyes will always stay on the photos of me and my teammates holding the championship trophy for a long time. I felt like I was in that exciting football match again.

That was the final of the Ningbo "Evening News Cup" football match. We faced the powerful Jiangdong Central Team. The first half ended in a goalless draw 0-0. In the second half, there were only 4 minutes left in the game. I broke into the penalty area and was about to shoot with my left foot. Suddenly, my opponent quickly slid towards me and I was caught off guard and fell to the ground. "Beep beep", the referee immediately blew the whistle and pointed his finger to the penalty spot. I take the penalty kick myself. "What if I get saved, what if I hit the door frame, what if I miss the kick?" Many thoughts flashed through my mind. Everyone's eyes were focused on me, and my heart was pounding. "Yao Yucheng, you can seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Believe in yourself." I took a few steps back, prepared to run, then rushed toward the ball, tightened my instep, and kicked the ball out with all my strength. Unfortunately, the force was too strong and the ball hit the post with a clang and bounced off the sideline. I was extremely disappointed, holding my head in my hands, staring blankly at the lawn, tears welling up in my eyes. The team members rushed over to comfort me, "Come on, there is still some time in the game, we can win." "Everyone makes mistakes, what's the big deal." But I was still immersed in sadness. The coach also looked at me with encouraging eyes, as if to say: "Yao Yucheng, it's okay, it's normal to miss a penalty kick." The youngest player in the team also ran over and gave me a hug, "Remember our promise before the game You must fight until the last moment. "This hug is like an invisible force pushing me forward, and it is like a warm current in my heart. I picked myself up again. Towards the end of the game, I received a wonderful pass from my teammate, passed three people in a row, and shot the ball straight into the dead center of the goal. "The ball is scored!" Our team cheered. The final score was settled at 1-0.

Today, three years later, looking at this familiar photo, the warmth in the photo still nourishes my heart and makes me unforgettable.

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There is such a photo in my album, and I feel warmer every time I see it.

Today I took out the photo album again and saw the photos my father and I took together. In the photo, my father is standing on the bridge with me on his back. I remember my father was sweating profusely at that time.

This photo was taken in the summer five years ago by my father and I at the Forestry Bureau Botanical Garden. There is a long wooden bridge in the botanical garden, with only an iron chain on both sides of the bridge. When walking on it, the bridge shook. I didn't dare to walk on my own, so I asked my father to carry me on his back. The wooden bridge is very long. Dad was halfway out of breath. I felt very sorry for my father and asked cautiously: "Dad, if you are tired, I can go by myself!" Dad quickly swallowed his breath, held my butt with both hands and said, "It's okay, eldest son." , Dad is not tired, can you hold Dad firmly? After saying that, he continued to stride forward. Dad was already sweating like an oven, and he looked like he was just out of the oven. My father's short sleeves were soaked with sweat. The more I looked at it, the more distressed I became, thinking: Dad! I know you are tired, why are you holding on so hard? Big drops of sweat fell off my father's forehead.

Finally I walked across the wooden bridge. My father put me down with a smile, straightened my clothes, and said with a smile: "Dad is a strong man, I don't care about you." No matter how big you get, I can hold you in my arms. "But I know that dad is exhausted now. I smiled and said, dad, come here, and I kissed dad's face tenderly. Dad said happily, good son. Dad loves you. Father's love is like a marshmallow, It will always wrap us up gently, without any pain or fatigue.

I put the photo album back, and the warm time in this photo is still fresh in my memory. The warm composition of the photo 7 <. /p>

Tonight, I casually opened the photo album. There are photos of our family traveling to the Aegean Sea, photos of me rehearsing dances, and...

Among them, I What impressed me most was the photo of me rehearsing dance.

Before learning dance, I thought dancing was very easy, so my mother signed me up for a solo dance class and I started. I learned to dance solo. During the first class, the teacher kept saying that this move was not good-looking and that move was uncoordinated, which made me dizzy. When I got home, I was tired and thirsty, so I said to my mother: " Mom, I don’t want to study anymore. "My mother asked doubtfully: "Why? "I said: "Because learning to dance solo is too tiring! "My mother said: "The most important thing in learning is persistence. If you shrink back when you encounter a little difficulty and don't have the courage to face difficulties, overcome difficulties and persevere to the end, how can you succeed? How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? "After I heard this, I immediately went to dance practice again.

Later I heard that there was a three-dou (solo dance, solo, solo) competition in the city. My dance teacher knew about it and immediately gave it to me. I signed up. After that, she taught me the moves over and over again. I worked hard with the teacher and continued to practice until all the moves were proficient and smooth. After that, the teacher took me to participate in the "Three Individuals" competition. . Now, I have become very skilled in solo dancing, but I still don’t know the result of the competition.

One day, two days, three days... a month passed...

The results of the competition came out and I won the third prize in the low-level category. When I heard the news, I went to my mother and said, "Mom, I won the third prize in the 'Three Du' competition. "My mother said happily: "You are awesome! ”

Whenever I see this photo, I think of my mother’s encouragement to me and let me know that no matter what you do, you must persist. Only by persisting and working hard can you succeed. Photo Warm Composition 8

I have a photo, which was taken while soaking in the hot spring in Tangchi.

In the photo, my father is holding me, and my grandpa, grandma, and mother are beside me. They were all wearing swimsuits, and their faces were as red as ripe red apples. Everyone was smiling happily. I feel warm every time I see this photo!

Dad has always wanted to teach me how to swim. I have never had the opportunity to do this, either because my father didn’t have time or because it was cold and my mother was afraid that I would catch a cold. Finally, during the National Day holiday, our family went to Tangchi Hot Spring to swim.

We chose a hot spring at that time. At the hotel, we put on our respective swimming suits and came to the swimming pool. After doing some preparatory exercises with grandpa, we jumped into the water one by one. I hesitated, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and lifted my feet. I jumped down, and as a result, I almost sank. At this time, my father came to me and started to teach me how to swim.

My father waved his hands, kicked his feet, and started to swim to me repeatedly. I also tried to imitate my father's postures and practiced them repeatedly. At first, my movements were not in place, and when I was about to sink, my mother would hold me by my side. My grandparents also encouraged me with fear, and were always around me, fearing that I would be flooded. ! I think no matter what is difficult, as long as my family is by my side to encourage me, I will not be afraid of anything! In order to swim freely in the water like my father, I have been practicing hard all morning.

Because it is hot spring water, all of our faces are red. Maybe my face is deep red because of excessive exercise. Crystal water drops hang on my forehead, and my hair is shiny under the light. Light. Mom asked the hotel staff to take this photo for us.

In the photo, I am nestled in the loving embrace of my family, and the bright smiling faces bring me endless warmth. I love this heartwarming photo and I love my family! The Warmth of Photos Composition 9

Since I was a child, there have been as many things happening in my life as there are stars in the sky. Today, I will take you to see the brightest star and my childhood.

It was a winter, with heavy snow falling in the sky, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a white cotton-padded jacket and a layer of quilt. At this time, I was looking at the field blankly, and my father came over and said to me: "Xuanxuan, you see there is so much snow outside, why don't we go build a snowman!" I nodded and followed happily. Dad went upstairs and came to the door. There was a snow-white world in front of him, wow! I was stunned and thought: With such thick snow, how big a snowman would we have to build? Dad urged: "Hurry up, or the snow will melt when the sun comes out soon!"

I took a small shovel and piled the snow into small snowballs. First, I made two little feet. Dad used The big snowball made a "beer belly with alabaster paste" and put it on his feet. While my father was making the snowman's head, I ran away. Where did I go? I went looking for the snowman's hands and facial features. I picked up two dead branches, found two big rocks and small pebbles, and hurried back to the "house".

Back in the "house", I found that my father used corn silk to make long golden hair for it. I installed the "eyes", "nose", "mouth" and "ears" with my little hands. The snowman showed a smiling face and surrounded the remaining stones into a heart. "Wow!" Dad's exclamation and applause came from behind. Dad called the whole family over, and "click" mom recorded this beautiful moment on her mobile phone.

This is the most beautiful star in my heart. Whenever I see the photo and recall the beautiful moment of that day, it becomes a beautiful memory in my heart. Without this day, my childhood would still be wonderful. ? The warmth of the photo composition 10

Whenever I see the photo of the slightly yellow puppy, I can't help but think of my puppy: "Black Egg".

That was one morning three years ago. When I was fascinated by reading, I suddenly heard my mother’s voice calling me. I followed the sound to the yard and saw my mother holding a puppy. I looked at it carefully: it was dark all over, without a single hair; it was chubby, and its nose and paws were small and exquisite, which was very cute. So, I gave it a nice name "Black Egg".

When I started raising it, I only treated it as a toy. I often beat it and tease it. Seeing it scream, I beat it harder. But something happened later that changed my bad attitude towards it and established a friendship with it. That was one day when I was on my way home from school. I saw several ferocious big dogs. I don’t know why. They were chasing me for no reason. I was so scared that my legs became weak and I couldn’t run. Those big dogs were chasing me. I approached, and just when they were about to bite me, a black thing flashed in front of my eyes. Ah, my savior "Black Egg" is here. It rushed bravely and knocked down the big male dog who was leading the way. Seeing this, the other big dogs ran away as if they were flying away. "I bullied you so much, why did you come to save me?" Heidan barked a few times, seeming to say: "It's okay, little master. Protecting the master is our dog's mission." From then on, "Heidan" He has become my inseparable good partner.

A year later, "Black Egg" fell ill. I spent all my pocket money to buy medicine for the puppy, and put it in egg soup for Hei Dan to drink every day. However, Hei Dan’s condition not only did not improve, but got worse; until one morning, I got up and looked for him. No more black eggs. I searched the whole yard of my house and finally found the black egg in a pile of bricks. It was curled up. When I touched it, I could feel its body being cold. It was dead. The puppy is hiding in the pile of bricks so that I can't find it. Don't you want to make me sad? I cried, Hei Dan is such a good dog who only thinks about others.

Looking at the photo of Hei Dan turning yellow, I thought: If there is another life, Hei Dan, we will still be good friends! The Warmth of the Photo Composition 11

Grandma often used the cloth in her hand to scrub the photo, which had already turned yellow. You can't turn back time, but you can remember.

Spring is like a dream, summer is like drops, autumn is like drunkenness, and winter is like jade. We happened to choose this season that year. Dad led us to a place called Zhujiagou. I heard that there There's a light party! No need to rush, because it will be more beautiful at night. So, we arrived there at four or five o'clock, and I can only express the deepest impressions, because I was only five or six years old at that time, and I only remember that I had a lot of fun that day!

It was dusk at that time, and the red glow in the sky could not fade for a long time. As soon as I entered the garden, I saw a tall tower. It was surprisingly high, but it was not as high as the buildings in the Oriental Pearl Tower. It was just taller than me. many. I could only stand on tiptoe and look up.

Only at night did I see its true appearance clearly: the crystal blue lights sparkled like the blue eyes of a princess rose. It was originally the blue of a rose, but now it shines like the stars in the sky.

Approaching a path, roses bloomed quietly in the night. The fiery red lights under them also burned their most beautiful side. The star-shaped lights in the middle of the path and the path paved with rose petals, in the The eyes were shining brightly, more brilliant and dazzling than fire.

What surprised me the most was the lighting of the swan model. It had a layer of down on the outside and the white lighting, it was so beautiful. It looks like a ballet dancer in front of my eyes, and its elegant dance moves gracefully in front of me. Dad took that photo of us in front of the swan-shaped light, and our beautiful memory was fixed at this moment.

Now, grandma has a problem with her legs due to an accident and cannot go out. She often looked at that photo and sat blankly, recalling the scenery and feelings at that time.

Time cannot be returned, but we can recall them and their beauty. Goodbye that day! The Warmth of Photos Composition 12

Behind every photo there is a beautiful memory that is unforgettable. The most unforgettable photo for me is the photo of the first day I became a real primary school student.

I remember that when I was in first grade for the first time, our school distributed a very beautiful uniform. At that time, I was very happy and excited.

When I got home from school that day, my mother tried it on me to see if it was big or small. After I tried it on, I felt it was a bit too big, so I told my mother, and my mother replied: "It doesn't matter. It's okay if it's a little bigger. You can still wear it next year."

When I finished the homework assigned by the teacher , my mother said: "Let's go, I will take you to Dehe Park to take pictures as a souvenir." When we arrived at Dehe Park, we found a well-lit place to take pictures. I put my left hand on my hips and made a "yeah" gesture with my right hand, twisting my waist. , smiling happily. Just listen to a "click" and the photo is taken!

It was almost time to go to school, and my mother said to me: "You go to school, it's almost time." I had to go to school reluctantly. When we got to the class, our whole class was competing. The one said: "I am the most beautiful." The other said: "I am the most beautiful." I thought to myself: I am the most beautiful in my school uniform.

As soon as I got home from school, I asked my mother where my photos were. My mother replied: "It's on your bedroom wall." I couldn't wait to run to my room and admire it. My beautiful photos.

In this photo, I am wearing a colorful checkered top and a gray skirt, standing in the sun with a bright smile, so cute!

This is the first day I became a real primary school student. I believe I will treasure this photo forever. The Warmth of Photos Composition 13

Open the drawer and take out the precious photo album, open it gently, and one photo after another comes into my eyes. I feel very warm at this time, because I am holding a precious photo in my hand, but there are only shadows in the photo. Do you want to know why? Listen to me carefully. It started seven years ago -

My mother has a childlike innocence, sometimes like a child who has not grown up. She often played games with me when I was a child. Once we went to the park to play. Under the light, our shadows became longer and shorter, bigger and smaller, and we started to play the game of "shadow stepping". Dad gave the order, and I quickly ran to my mother's shadow and stepped on it. I shouted: "I stepped on it, I stepped on it!" I clapped my hands happily to show that I had won the game. The second round started again. I still ran towards my mother’s shadow. My mother quickly flashed away and the shadow disappeared. Instead, she came to step on my shadow. I was so scared that I screamed and ran towards my father in a hurry. Finally, I somehow found us. The shadows overlapped, and I hurriedly stopped and did a 180-degree rotation. My mother and I collided with each other, and the recoil bounced me to the ground like a ball. I fell like a little turtle on all fours. , when I got up, I found that my butt hurt. I touched my butt and limped along, which made my mother so happy...

The game continued, and my father took a picture of this beautiful thing with his mobile phone. Another warm moment: a pair of shadows, the shadows of my mother and me.

Now that I see this photo again, it is like a time machine, taking me back to seven years ago and reliving a game of stepping on shadows. I really hope that I don’t grow up and have my parents by my side all the time, but my mother said, “Everyone must learn to grow up by themselves.” From then on, it became a beautiful and warm memory on my way of growing up! The Warmth of Photos Composition 14

I took out a photo album today and blew the dust off it. When I flipped through it, I found a lot of photos: there were photos of my mother feeding pigeons, photos of my dad and I riding bicycles, and photos of me playing with my good friends. As I flipped through the photos, one photo caught my eye, and it was like a photo. A photo of Zhang’s mother carrying me on the Sanyong Lake trestle.

My mother was sweating profusely, and beads of sweat like soybeans rolled down her face, like broken pearls. No matter how tired my mother is, no matter how unhappy she is, she always smiles in front of me. When she smiles, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, she purses her lips, and there are faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

When she smiles, she is so beautiful, so bright, and so warm! Although my mother smiled happily on the outside, she was exhausted on the inside.

At that time I was sick and had a severe headache. I don't even have the strength to walk anymore. But I still want to go out for a walk, but my father is not at home.

My mother thought for a while and said, "I'll carry you."

So we came to Sanyong Lake. Sanyong Lake was crowded with people, and seagulls were flying freely in the sky. The bridge at Sanyong Lake is very long. My mother was carrying me on her back and she was sweating halfway through. I felt very sorry for my mother.

So I said to my mother: "Mom, I will go by myself!"

My mother smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I'm not tired."

My heart I thought: "Mom, I know you are very tired, but why are you holding on? Maybe it's because women are weak, but mothers are strong."

At this time, my father called and asked where we were. ? Mom told him we were at Sanyong Lake.

After a while, my father came and he took me from my mother. My father quietly said to me: "I just secretly took a photo of my mother carrying you on her back. You must always remember your mother's love and devotion to you."

I put the photo album back. This wonderful time is still fresh in my memory, and I found that my eyes were moist. The warmth of the photo composition 15

I have a good friend, her name is Liu Binbin. Because Liu Binbin's parents worked away from home for a long time and rarely came back, this made her very sad.

This year, Liu Binbin’s parents were coming back during the National Day, which made her ecstatic, and she even came to tell me that I was also very happy for her. But one day, I was playing with her, and suddenly her phone rang. Liu Binbin was as happy as a rabbit, jumping and running to answer the phone. I took a deep breath and had a premonition that something bad was going to happen! After a while, she only heard a roar, followed by the sound of broken glass. I rushed in anxiously, and it turned out that she had broken their family photo, which was her favorite thing! Then she kicked me out and cried alone in the room!

I think Binbin’s parents must be unable to come back because of something else. I sighed and felt sad for her.

On weekends, Binbin and her grandma went to the supermarket. I found that crappy photo on her doorstep, and I thought: Huh? Why is this photo here? I had an idea, I have it, I'll fix it and give it back to her! I first took the solid glue and glued it again and again, and then put it in the sun to dry the glue faster. Then I put the photo into a brand new photo frame, painted it with colored pens, and attached small flowers. The ivy vine is now complete!

I put my "masterpiece" at the door of Binbin's house with a smile, and secretly hid in a place to watch.

Ah! They're back! My heart was in my throat. Her hands were shaking when she saw the photo. She suddenly jumped up and shouted with tears in her eyes: "I know it's you!" Liu Binbin ran to me and hugged me, saying happily I was speechless and I laughed.

Since then, our friendship has become even closer and we have become inseparable good partners.