Picture composition fixed in memory 1 Looking up slightly, the sunshine is generously spreading its enthusiasm and warmth to the earth. Holy white clouds are like sheep, moving slowly in groups. Isn't it beautiful that the white clouds and the shining sun are embedded in the blue sky?
I like to travel around with my mobile phone. At the end of this chapter, I took pictures of clouds, sky, water and sunset.
Just when I looked at the photos taken by my mobile phone, I had to admire the photographer's high level of photography. At this time, a group of pictures caught my attention, which was a group of pictures of lambs kneeling on their chests. Repaying the kindness of dripping water is not only the virtue of human beings, but also the pursuit of the animal kingdom. The so-called lamb kneeling on milk means that in order to repay the kindness of parents, when their parents are old and weak, the lamb kneels down and feeds their parents with milk.
Humans should take the initiative to respect and care for the elderly and honor their parents when their parents lose their ability to work. This is a critical period for human feedback, not "feedback" after the death of parents. From a practical point of view, human beings are not as hard as some animals. Now all conditions are superior. Giving birth to a child can be helped by generations, and then educated by teachers when they grow up. Rich people can also hire nannies and tutors. But tigers, wild dogs, pigeons and other animals, their small animals can only be brought up by their mothers, which is really difficult. It is not easy for a tigress to hunt selflessly and for a wild dog to vomit and feed a puppy. However, as parents, no matter how old their children are, human beings will always think of their children in their lives. Animals don't. They let small animals take care of themselves when they are adults. From the perspective of treating relationships, parents give you life and raise you, and children will support their parents and die. This is the simplest truth and the most natural truth.
To some extent, the "feedback complex" in people's minds is still an important force to maintain the harmony, warmth and tranquility of society and family. Let's be kind to our parents, especially when they are in this world.
This set of photos is deeply imprinted in my memory.
Fixed in the picture of memory composition 2 dim lights, hazy, remind me of that distant time, memory fixed in the picture.
I lay in bed, watching the sun escape bit by bit outside the window, watching the sky change from blue to dangerous black, and letting black devour my heart. I looked at the ceiling, and my godless eyes were full of emptiness and strangeness. Pale, bloodless lips, fever, can't go out to play. I just did what my parents thought I should do, and walked into the world of zombies like a walking corpse.
As soon as the door opened, my mother came in with porridge, sat next to me and picked up a spoon to feed me. I was even more annoyed. "I'm not a three-year-old child. I drink millet porridge every day, which is terrible. " My mother's stunned expression relaxed my heart a little. I waved all the dishes to the ground again, and the porridge spilled all over the floor. Looking at my mother's sad expression, I was very happy. She didn't say anything, just glanced at them carefully and went out.
Moonlight sprinkled soft moonlight on the earth and covered it peacefully. It has been two hours since my mother came in. Is she angry? I suddenly felt panic. I put on my shoes in a hurry and dragged my weak body to find the familiar figure. The pleasure of revenge has disappeared without a trace. Walking out of the bedroom and seeing the figure of the kitchen, I was slightly relieved. It's so late. What is mom doing? Approaching slowly, a fragrance came to my nose. What is this? It smells good. The rich fragrance aroused my curiosity. The dim light in the kitchen made me more curious. She is cooking porridge. Strange, why did she cook porridge again? I turned around and saw almonds and milk on the table. It turned out that she cooked my favorite porridge and looked at my mother. She sat on a small stool, her eyes slightly narrowed, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes from time to time, but always staring at the watch on the wall. This kind of porridge must be timed, and it will taste bad after a long time or a short time. When the porridge was ready, she suddenly stood up and quickly turned off the power. I quietly went back to my room.
When I recovered a little, the dim light was faint, and my mother's trembling figure was fixed in my memory.
Fixed in the picture of memory composition 3, the breeze is just right, although it is many, it is also disturbing.
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Hot tears swirled in my eyes, and I was very happy at that moment.
Summer nights are always so restless; Cicada outside the window, humming a ditty, looks so "sweet" in this silent night. In this silent night, I gradually fell asleep and had that dream again. ...
"Grandma, it's too hot," I said. "Baby, is it hot?" "hmm." After that, I closed my eyes, hoping that this method would make me "better". There seems to be a loud noise in the ear. After a while, I asked "Grandma, Grandma". Seeing that no one was paying attention to me, I shouted "grandma, grandma" and heard that you should be there. I got out of bed and walked there. The road in the dark is not smooth.
In the dark night, the black shadow, twisting again and again, "only heard its voice, but not its wind." You said, "It seems to be broken. It may be useless for a long time. " After that, you patted me on the head and said, "Grandma, go back to sleep first. I am trying to find a way. "
On a quiet night, there is a gentle breeze, which is different from the usual mechanical and natural wind. There are big and small, careful observation and careful consideration, which are also mixed with subtle tenderness.
The wind blew away, a faint childhood; That fan, rolling down, thick years; Na Yue, brightly lit, warm and cold every night.
Although the old man has turned over page after page of notes, the picture is still in my heart. I picked it up, this time it was particularly warm.
Many years later, I relived old memories, fanned gently, and wore white clothes. At that moment, you were particularly beautiful. This scene, in the dream, has been repeated many times. Maybe "he" wants to tell me to be grateful, maybe he should learn to give and learn to "grow".
The wind blows, the leaves fall and the moon is bright. That wonderful cicada song and that indelible picture are embedded in my heart.
Sitting in front of the window, watching the gorgeous fireworks occupy the vast sky, the sound of guns echoing in my ears can not help but remind me of the scene of New Year's Eve, and the happy picture of the family is fixed in my memory.
On New Year's Eve, the family sat around the table and watched the Spring Festival Gala while eating New Year's Eve. Happiness is always around us, eating jiaozi. Mom and grandma walked into their rooms in unison, both of them secretly put their hands behind their backs and walked slowly to the living room, which caught my attention. "Is that all?" I thought, and then the mystery was solved.
When mom saw grandma sitting down, she took out a red envelope from behind, bulging like a fat doll. Because of overeating, her buttons are not buttoned properly. "Happy New Year, Mom!" Mom said with a smile. Grandma declined for a while and finally accepted her mother's kindness. Grandma took out some brand-new paper money from her pocket and extended it to me. "Here, lucky money." "Grandma, leave the flowers to yourself. I'm useless. " "No, you must accept it." Our hands just pushed around, as if each other had a reason not to stop. "Take them all." Grandpa said: "Chinese New Year is really lucky!" After listening to grandpa's words, I received grandma's lucky money. Grandma and I smiled at each other, and laughter overflowed the room. Laughter contains happiness, and that picture is deeply fixed in my memory.
Every moment of giving red envelopes conveys the concern of the elderly for the next generation and also expresses their respect for the elderly. It doesn't care about the amount of money, but pays attention to feelings. Isn't this the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation?
A loud noise brought me back to reality. I looked out of the window and the flowers were still in full bloom. I stared out of the window for a long time, as if I saw those cheerful smiling faces, those pictures frozen in my memory.
A person will experience many things, and what is truly fixed in memory will never be forgotten.
It's another ordinary Wednesday, with a lot of homework, and it's eleven o'clock before you know it. Hearing the sound of my mother walking outside, I walked into the room quietly. "This is water for you. Remember to drink it. " My mother didn't trust me and sat on the bed watching me do my homework. "Mom, you go to sleep first." I said to my mother. Mom shook her head. "Well, mom, we have to make breakfast tomorrow. Go to sleep first. " I continued to persuade my mother. Mother hesitated for a moment, then got up and left. "Ah-"I yawned too. Finally, with my unremitting efforts, all my homework was finished. It's already late at night, and it looks very cold in the middle of winter. I packed my homework and got up to get ready for bed.
I glanced at the door. I glanced at my mother. Mother is sitting on the sofa at this time, her eyes are slightly narrowed, and her hair hangs down from her temples, mixed with a few white silk. The light in the living room is like day, and the wrinkles at the end of mom's eyes have nowhere to hide. "Dong-"The bell rang at twelve o'clock, and my mother opened her eyes and hurried to my side. I quickly got into bed and pretended to be asleep. My mother looked at me at the door and added some red blood to her eyes. Seeing that I was asleep, she smiled and left quietly.
Actually, my mother didn't rest either. She was worried that I would do my homework too late, so I had to wait in the living room. My mother is very tired after a hard day's work, but she is willing to stay stuck for me until I finish writing. The picture of my mother waiting for me to finish my homework in the living room is fixed in my memory.
Thank you, mom! You should also care about me if you work so hard, and you are worried that my homework will affect your health too late. Your body is getting older and older, and there are more and more white hairs on your temples ... That photo reminds me.
I have long forgotten the joy of the first day of school and the beauty of my trip, but I remember the picture of my mother waiting for me to sleep in the living room, which is fixed in my memory and unforgettable.
The picture is fixed in memory composition 6. It was a cold and dark evening, and there was a scene of "coming rain cast its shadows before it" ...
Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, I will smile. Fortunately, I brought an umbrella, so I don't have to worry about the coming shower.
After school, I took out the "rainproof artifact" from my schoolbag and was about to open it. Bang, my umbrella stand is bent and broken! What's going on here? It turned out that a classmate accidentally broke it. He ran so fast that I didn't fully remember his "five senses"
In this case, put away your umbrella. After all, the rain is intermittent and not enough to deter me. So I packed my schoolbag and walked home, forgetting the classmate who hit me for a while.
Alas, this rain is really interesting! You see, as soon as I left school, the rain began to fall continuously and evenly. Of course, it continues to grow, which scares me.
what can I do? what can I do? Run home! Just as I was about to sprint, there was a voice behind me, "Wait!" . I look back. What is this? Ah, it's him. It was he who broke my umbrella. I tilted my head, pretended not to hear, ran as fast as I could, and stepped into the puddle. Wow, the water splashed!
But I still couldn't catch up with him, and he finally caught up with me. Holding an umbrella in his hand, he panted, "Well, I'm sorry. I just accidentally broke your umbrella. Sorry. " . I hung my head and brushed my hair without a word. "Where do you live? I'll take you back. " "I ..." I just wanted to push away his umbrella and gave up.
The rain gradually subsided and the dark clouds slowly dispersed. Finally, there is soft sunshine in the dark clouds, which is the sunset!
When I got home, the dark clouds had completely disappeared. I thank him. "Thank you!" ""no, no, this is what I should do! " There is a bright smile on his face, a rainbow behind him, a faint rainbow and a warm sunset. At that moment, time seemed to stop, and everything seemed to be photographed and fixed in my memory.
The night I remember is much brighter, with a smiling boy, a rainbow and a sunset. ...
In life, some things are as light as floating clouds, left behind, and some things are engraved in the heart and unforgettable.
Everyone has unforgettable things, those things that are fixed in your mind, some make you laugh and some make you cry.
I remember the day when my three-year-old cousin came to my house to play, and we played hide-and-seek in the house. Because I am too big to hide anywhere, and my cousin is small and agile, so it is difficult to find him. Once, every time I looked for him in one room, he ran out of another room and fell into the old nest.
But not every time. Once, I counted it fifty times and turned around to see my cousin in a bedroom. Why? Because he is sitting at the back of the bed, but one leg sticks out of the corner of the bed, so I intend to scare him. I crept up to my cousin, and suddenly I shouted, "Brother, I found you!" " "I saw my brother looked up, a pair of natural for appearance, silly, very funny. And I was laughing, and then my cousin reacted and smiled.
This matter has been fixed in my mind for a long time. Up to now, whenever I think of my brother's silly face, I regret not taking a picture of him. What a joke it would be if I took a photo of him, printed it, put it on my desk and looked up and laughed every day!
He came to my house again for no reason. At this time, he is already a six-year-old child, but when we talk about it, we still laugh.
It was an interesting childhood story fixed in my memory, a beautiful picture.
Life is like a series, and each of us should be the protagonist in our own series. In this life series, we have happy times, sad times, difficult times and depressed times, but there is always a beautiful moment that we don't want to forget, and hope will be fixed in the memory computer forever.
I still remember one day a few years ago, the weather was gloomy, and the dark clouds seemed to be so low that people could hardly breathe. I was in the same mood as the weather at this time. At that time, my exam results were not ideal, and I was in a bad mood all the time. Walking blankly, I suddenly saw a drink shop in front, so I went in and sat down.
I was in a bad mood. I didn't pay attention to the people in the shop, and I didn't want to, but someone broke into my sight. She is a girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a white coat and a pair of light blue jeans. There is a pair of white canvas shoes on his feet, and his hair is tied together with a leather rope and hung on his head. His big eyes are as clear and transparent as water, and there is a little smile on his mouth.
Because this shop has a good business, there is no room. She came up to me, gave me a big smile and said, "May I sit here?" Her smile seems magical, attracting my mouth and smiling.
"Of course." I gave her a big smile.
"It seems that you are in a bad mood." The girl said.
I didn't say anything, just muttered in my mind. Is it that obvious?
"In fact, life must experience setbacks, right? Even if you don't tell me, I can see that you have experienced failure, but there is only success in life, and there is no glory of waiting. " Say that finish, still so bright smile.
At that moment, the world didn't seem so gloomy, and the girl opposite me seemed to be the sun.
Until many years later, I still remember that bright smile that eclipsed the sun. I hope my memory computer can freeze this picture in my memory forever.
Picture composition fixed in memory 9 Pictures fixed in memory are often beautiful, unforgettable and positive. I have an unforgettable thing.
Once I went to Mudanjiang to see my brother. My mother asked me to take a bus to see my brother because of something. My mother let me get off at the Children's Palace, so I listened to my mother and got off at the Children's Palace. But I didn't know what a "stranger" was until I got off the bus.
After getting off the bus, I lost my familiar face. I didn't know where to find my brother, so I wandered around the place where I got off the bus. After careful consideration, I decided to ask a middle-aged man for help, but he turned me down. My request for help was put out by a pot of cold water, which made me in a very embarrassing position. I had no choice but to walk back and forth in the street. Suddenly I saw a Russian goods store and went in.
The shopkeeper is a woman, about thirty years old. Wearing a black coat. Yellow skin, big eyes look good. I bought two lollipops in this shop, one for my brother and the other for myself. After buying, I want this aunt to borrow my mobile phone. However, due to the experience of being rejected just now, I have no bottom in my heart, but I still got up the courage to say to my aunt, "Can I call my brother if I borrow my phone?" Aunt smiled and said, "OK!" After listening to this, I found that sweet water is like a person dying of thirst. With the help of this aunt, I successfully found my brother.
Time passed, but the gentle smile of that aunt was fixed in my memory, which made me see hope when I was helpless. This smile is like a lamp in the dark, illuminating my direction.
Freeze in memory composition 10 People will experience countless things, all kinds of ups and downs, in their lives. And those images that are impressive and fresh in memory will be stored in your mind, fixed in your memory and eternal.
When I was in primary school, one morning, my mother looked at me in a panic and said to me, "I heard the weather forecast yesterday that it will rain heavily at noon today, so you must take an umbrella ..." Before my mother finished, I broke into the house and watched the sunshine in Jin Shanshan illuminate the earth. I thought: Isn't it still sunny and fragrant? Why is it raining cats and dogs at noon? The weather forecast must be wrong again! I pretended to understand and shouted to my mother upstairs, "Oh, I see!" " "Say that finish, I opened the door, turned and ran away.
At noon, the clouds in the sky are like angry children, unhappy and crowded together for a "meeting" Loud thunder can make people deafening. Suddenly, the rainstorm poured out like a newly broken mountain spring. It is raining harder and harder. At first it was the size of millet, then it was like a pearl, and finally it was as big as a soybean. Students with umbrellas left early, and some students who forgot to bring umbrellas were picked up by their parents one after another, leaving me alone in the classroom at a loss. I think: mom is busy at work, usually busy, so she should forget me this time. Thinking about it, I feel like an ant on hot bricks.
At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes, that was my mother, that was my mother. My mother said that she was very busy and worked overtime in the factory. When she was resting, she found it was raining. She took an umbrella to meet me. I was very moved after listening to her words.
A person's life will experience countless things, big and small, all kinds of ups and downs. And those images that are impressive and fresh in memory will be stored in your mind, fixed in your memory and eternal.
The picture is fixed in the memory composition 1 1 Memory is like a star, shining and beautiful. In the depths of my memory, there is a picture fixed on it, and every time I look back, it is infinitely beautiful.
It's drizzling and foggy outside. At first light, I vaguely heard a few crows not far away, and the wind was blowing, interrupting the crows' cries and waking me up in a daze. Vaguely, I heard my mother's voice
Bang, there seems to be a faint light in the kitchen. The voice is soft and weak, but it seems to concentrate all the strength of my mother. I looked up slightly and saw a busy figure, one on the left and one on the right. That picture, fixed in my memory, is warm and sleepy. I curled up in my backyard and looked sleepy. Mom is already busy in the kitchen. I was deeply moved by my mother, and this warm feeling made me feel like I was out of winter.
The heavy rain hit the window mercilessly, bringing a cold wind, and I woke up again. Mother has put on her coat and gone out to buy my favorite breakfast. My mother has no complaints about such a wayward me. Ding, the alarm clock rang and mom came back. "Get up, son, get up and have breakfast." I got dressed and walked over in a daze. When I saw my mother-weather-beaten, looking at her face flushed with cold and eating the hot breakfast bought by her mother, I couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. Mother didn't take off her coat. Maybe her cold hasn't gone away. She wiped a thin layer of sweat from her nose with her hands, which showed that she came back in a hurry to catch time. At that moment, my mother's appearance was fixed in my memory and could not be erased.
The kind picture of my mother is fixed in my mind, like a pearl, round and beautiful, shining in the ocean of memory.
Pictures fixed in memory composition 12 In memory, some pictures are fixed in my heart forever and cannot be forgotten for a long time.
Near the Chinese New Year, family members from other places are coming back, and my brother who went to college is no exception.
Before my brother came back, the family imagined that the scenes and pictures when he came back were warm and happy, but as people expected, there was a bad news. Grandpa can't come back from other places and be reunited with his family.
No grades, my brother came back from Harbin in the afternoon, and my father went to grandpa's house and so on. Good morning, grandpa! Because of my brother, I can't come back. I've been walking around the house. Hearing the sound of knocking at the door, grandpa stepped up and walked to the door. When he saw his brother's figure, his nose was red and his back was turned to us.
I stood beside my grandfather, and his back became more and more bent. When I have a face, I see grandpa's face is like crumpled paper. Generally, wrinkles are ruthlessly covered with grandpa's face. I can carefully observe that the age spots on grandpa's face are getting more and more serious. There used to be an intersection between black hair and white hair, but now we have to look for the black hair left by white hair.
Grandpa is old, really old. We only care about growth, but we don't care about family changes. Grandpa can't seem to lift his feet when he walks. Grandpa Zhou, who has been dawdling, sees that everyone is back and is going downstairs to pick up grandma. Grandpa left me only a desolate figure. Grandpa walks so slowly that he can hardly do anything. The pictures played with me are just memories. This desolate figure is still fixed in my memory.
I grew up savagely without knowing it, and my grandfather was destroyed by years without knowing it.
Time, time, slow down and be gentle. Grandpa eats more salt and crosses more bridges than I do. He is afraid of pain.
This figure can't help but make me regret it. Why don't I come to grandpa's house several times? Why is time so cruel? Still wasted so much time and didn't cherish people and things. I was wrong. This lonely old photo should be supported by another one.
Freeze in memory composition 13, looking up, winding mountains, majestic steep mountains, endless roads, dark and deep nights. Hunger and fear came upon us, and the night was horribly silent. Move your feet, drag your tired body, cross another mountain, and another one. When will this long road come to an end?
Tired and bitter
In rags and old sandals, 180 days and nights. I don't remember when it started. It was dark and my vision was blurred. The passage of the night drained my last energy. The road ahead is more and more bumpy, the wind is flying and the rain is beating on the ground. I don't know why, this night is as dark as an abyss and will never end. The darkness in front of me, the hunger and thirst of my body, only indomitable fighting spirit and the belief of winning bring me courage and strength to advance. I will never fall!
Surprise and danger
The wind is bleak, the iron rope is cold, and wave after wave breaks the sky. The waves rolled and roared. My former brothers and comrades rushed up. Bullets of bullets, life and death, they are desperate for the distant and close ideal in their hearts. The coldness of the chain can't cool their fiery hearts. Every step, someone will fall. They struggled instinctively when they fell, but they were smiling a little. Leave the opportunity of life to others, but let yourself be reduced to capital.
Cold and hunger
Thousands of miles of snow, Wan Li frost, struggling to move forward. A piece of snow sealed the vast mountains, but it could not seal everyone's footsteps. We walked slowly along the back of the snow-capped mountains, surrounded by unpredictable dangers. The snow didn't reach the knee. Let's look at the dry food bag. There is no dry food. Hunger and cold enveloped my heart, like a lingering shadow, like an inevitable enemy. Thin clothes can't stop the cold and sting people's skin. How can a few days of hunger make people depressed?
Step by step, the endless road will end!
Pictures of past struggles, pictures of overcoming hardships. Vivid in my mind, fixed in my heart, always in my heart, let me never forget.
Fixed in front of the memory picture composition 14, this pot of green radish grows vigorously, and the green branches are like a dragon around the hill. Facing it, the picture in my memory gradually becomes clear. ...
"Son, I'm going to move that pot of green radish upstairs. You can come with me," said the father. "That flowerpot is too heavy. Let it be. It's down there," I replied. The father added: "No problem, how heavy a basin can be, look at me!" " "I have to go downstairs with my father.
The pot of green radish is firmly placed on the ground, and the heavy flowerpot is like a hill, which is unshakable at all. This is obviously a challenge to my father.
Father tugged at his sleeve and said, "I'll try." Don't help me in the future! " "I have to stand by and watch. I saw my father standing on the edge of the flowerpot, leaning down, holding the edge of the flowerpot with both hands and taking a deep breath. Father's lower body did not move, his upper body suddenly stood up and his arm was blue. Father gritted his teeth and slowly moved his arm upward, as if to fall forward, and the flowerpot was far away. I really wanted to help my father, but my father's firm eyes denied me. Suddenly I feel that my father has changed a lot, his face is a little wrinkled and his back is no longer straight. My father is old?
Finally arrived at Loudaokou, my father laboriously moved the flowerpot to his side. One foot steps on the stairs first, leans slightly to the right, and the other foot falls on the steps again, thus slowly rising. When my father's back tried to pick up the washbasin and hit the ground, his trembling arm suddenly loosened, and his hands held his knees and gasped. I clearly saw fine sweat seeping from my father's forehead. His waist was stiff and he could not stand up straight for a while. But my father said half jokingly, "Lian Po is old, old!"
My heart ached. The moment my father raised the flowerpot, I realized that his arms were no longer strong and flexible, but my father still showed me his strong side and gave me everything he had, sheltering me from the wind and rain. That picture has been engraved in my heart and fixed in my memory.
Now, seeing this pot of green radish growing vigorously, the picture fixed in memory reappears as clearly as before.
Fixed in memory picture composition 15 "Xiao Gong!" Xiao Hu greeted me warmly and gave me a mysterious smile: "I saw you on the photo wall below today." Sample, not bad! "
I paused and immediately remembered what was going on. it's a long story ...
Last month, Miss Gong took a list and read aloud in the class: "Xiaoxiang, Mix, Xiao Gong ..." When I heard my name, I was surprised. I won't do anything wrong, will I? Nothing happened either. But I haven't done anything recently. I thought to myself. After listening to the second half of the teacher's sentence, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a photo shoot! Really scared the baby! I followed the army downstairs in a daze, and time passed quickly, and I arrived at my side in the blink of an eye. I walked awkwardly onto the lawn with uneasy feelings, my palms kept sweating, my hands kept holding on to the corners of my clothes, and my heart was in my throat. "Click", the stiff smile on her face stopped at this moment.
I'm a little worried at the thought of this. How embarrassing it would be if the stiff smile was displayed in public! So I dragged Xiao Hu downstairs and ran to the honor wall. Seeing our stiff smiles from a distance, we all "poof" and laughed.
When I saw the "high flyers" side next to me, my face smiled more brightly. Usually, students speak actively in class and raise their hands; The handwriting is clean, neat and beautiful; Whether it is homework or newspaper dictation, the correct rate is very high; After-school entertainment and helping others to help students solve problems and so on. In our class, Fang and I are the only rising stars in Ran Ran. I thought about it. There are so many excellent people in my class. Why am I the only one? Since the teacher didn't choose others, it seems that I also have my own advantages! For example, now my speech in class is much better than before and my handwriting is better than before. I will work harder and make continuous progress in the future, hoping to climb this wall of honor again and stand shoulder to shoulder with the outstanding representatives in my class.
This photo will be my best memory at school, and it also inspires my desire to go up a storey still higher!