At night, the city sleepily closes its eyes. Neon lights intertwined outside the window, casting a colorful net over the small town, and the lights were dim. The honking of the car pierced the glass and jumped into my ears. This sound seemed to come from the top of the city. These beams of light seemed to pass through the sea of ????people. A powerful airflow shocked the heart, pushing the power of swallowing up mountains and rivers to a new climax.
After a busy day, I was finally a little tired, and my shield resisted the onset of sleepiness. I brewed a cup of coffee carelessly, leaned on the armchair, turned on the computer skillfully, logged in to QQ, and entered my mailbox. There were several emails from my best friend, which were photos of her when she was traveling in Hong Kong. Watching the warmth of her journey and sharing the joy from a foreign land, I suddenly felt like my lost heart had found an opportunity again. I opened the folder "Dreams of the World" on a whim, and it was filled with my little happiness - the beautiful moments recorded with my camera. I opened it carefully, as if caring for a dream so beautiful that it made my heart palpitate, and the corners of my mouth naturally raised an arc.
The first set of photos is the footprints left in Lijiang. To this day, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the customs of the Naxi people. The quaint town is as elegant as ever, as if it were a world away. Another set of photos is in Xining, Qinghai, where the wind is gentle and the clouds are calm. There are stairs to the sky, very close to heaven; groups of yaks and antelopes, and a blue and calm lake, you can get drunk in it. The memory was recalled bit by bit, and I could clearly feel my heartbeat speeding up, and a warmth spreading throughout my body.
The old town of Lijiang can be seen clearly in the photos. The local people's enthusiasm when receiving guests, the white and pure Hada, the ethnic clothing, and the photos of my father interacting with the locals during games made me feel like I was revisiting Lijiang, and it just belonged to Lijiang in that winter.
I stared at the deep blue photos of Qinghai Lake and Kumbum Monastery, immersed in that vast and peaceful place. What kind of tranquility is that? My eyes are stuck in that color, with nothing else to see, washing away the dirt in my soul, taking away the frivolity of youth, and through self-regulation, I become a delicate woman, bright and sunny.
I took a sip of coffee, thinking a lot. Then he turned around, opened the drawer, and a black bag appeared in front of him. After unzipping the chain, it lay quietly. I took it out gently, as if I had met a friend I had known for many years, and my excitement was palpable. This camera is compact and portable, and has been with me for several years. My parents knew I loved photography and gave it to me as a gift. I looked at it carefully, is it gratitude? It brings me so much emotion: is it joy? I have owned it for so many days and nights: is it cherishment? With it, I discovered so many beauties and recorded every detail of life. , only then can there be memories to be found. At this time, the mind is full of all five tastes.
I integrated this camera into my life and became my companion day and night. Maybe in the future, I will change the camera, but I will still consider it a treasure. The road I have traveled over the past few years has become a song of memory, playing in my mind. In the future, I will still carry it with me through the thorny life, over thousands of ravines, to discover the beauty of all things and the beauty of the human heart. Take photos of the smiling faces of loved ones and even the slightest touches of strangers.
I turned off the computer and slept very soundly that night.
What do I fear? A pair of bright eyes and a kind heart. Oh, there is also a camera that is inseparable from me. The dream of traveling around the world is yet to be continued.
When technology blends into beauty, the touch of life is everywhere.
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