Photo story

On Saturday, when I was idle, I flipped through the photo album. Suddenly, a photo on the beach caught my eye and the story of the photo. It was when I was three years old, looking at it, as if the scene eight years ago came to my attention. In the summer of 2005, my father took me and my mother to play on the beach. The sun shines on the beach, the sea is constantly coming to the shore, my father and I catch the shrimp at the beach, and the mother is holding the oven. At first, I didn't catch a small shrimp. Later, I learned that my father slowly fell down and then quickly reached out and grabbed it. Haha, a small shrimp, although it is only three centimeters less, it is also mine. Harvest, in the following time, I caught a lot of shrimp, my father also caught a few small fish, and then prepared to roast!

Grilling shrimp is not an easy task, so it will be very slow to roast. I wait patiently next to me, while I am igniting there, I hope to bake faster, and finally a shrimp is fresh! My eyes were fast, and I suddenly took it, but my mother took it again, ah! Haven't put any seasoning, put the seasoning, taste a bite, ah! Really sweet, really fresh, really delicious! So, I have eaten a lot of things one after another, and it is estimated that half of them are eaten by me. Then, we went to the beach to pick up the shells. At this moment, my mother took out the camera and pressed the shutter to take care of this happy memory.

This photo has always been an article in my happy diary, I will never forget it, that happy moment.

Third grade: l ya o heart v yu