[As I get older, people and things that I don’t care about have long been forgotten, but the things that I care about are still there yesterday. 】
Picture 1
The innocence and cleanliness of grandma’s house
I really like the photo I took at that time.
The three-minute enthusiasm for playing photography made me not enter the "technical flow" school.
But I like to observe and record, and I don’t do it to win any prizes, just to make myself happy.
There is nothing special about my grandma’s house. I remember there was a persimmon tree and the sky was very blue that day. The
tree is actually very small.
Picture 2
Big world, small people
These photos were taken at Zhengzhou East Railway Station while waiting for the bus.
From college to graduate school, I can’t remember how many times I took the high-speed rail.
I like to silently observe the people around me during the journey, imagining what kind of stories these people have, and I am always ready to record the "stranger moments" that touch people's hearts.
I enjoy the process of waiting quietly to catch the "freeze" I want.
My senior brother who also loves photography said that my skills have improved and I have my own style in the field, so I am very impressed.
This senior brother is the one who gently suggested when I finished the PPT report and asked everyone for understanding, "You can express 'did everyone understand?' in another way - 'did I understand?'"
haha , I remembered it, and I have to thank him for this.
wishes him success in his work and life.
Picture 3
Dried yellow roses
During the three years in dormitory 1329, Zhang Yaya was probably the girl who received the most bouquets among us.
I forgot who sent it, but I do remember the blue-gray background - it was a film she brought back from her frequent visits to the campus hospital, and it hung on the wall of the dormitory.
This woman who loves illness, love romance and can make money is like a butterfly trapped in a glass garden, and she is still working silently on her academic territory.
Her height is not 180cm like her beautiful sisters, but stopped at 163cm which is similar to most girls, making her the shortest in the family. In my opinion, just like the dose of blocking injection given when she was a child, some of her vitality has been suppressed, and she seems to lack an outlet to release it. But, on the other hand, the "compressed body" seems to have inexhaustible energy, which can always do a lot of things and solve many problems.
Without further ado, let me wish our "full of pattern" brother Ya in advance to successfully complete his doctoral studies, step into the society with one foot, and stay in "love" with one foot forever!
