5岁那年,在一个寒风刺骨的早晨,我们一家人到达了北京。旅途中,新买的数码相机派上了大用场,无数的美景——蜿蜒的长城、宏伟的故宫,气势磅礴;美丽的颐和园、秀丽的西山,它们无不被冰雪覆盖着,形成一幅连绵不断的冰雪画,更似奏成了一首动听的冰雪韵。但是,这一切都被我毁了,在相机里毁了,在家人的心中毁了。当我看到这部相机时,奇特的外形、凸出的镜头,立刻吸引了我。我把它从父母手中夺来,开始 At the age of five, our family arrived in Beijing on a windy morning. During the trip, the newly purchased digital camera came in handy with countless beautiful scenery - the winding Great Wall, the magnificent Forbidden City, magnificent; the beautiful Summer Palace, the beauty of the Western Hills, they are all covered with snow and ice to form a Continuous ice and snow paintings, more likely to play into a beautiful ice rhyme. However, all of this was ruined, ruined in the camera, ruined in my family’s heart. When I saw this camera, the peculiar shape, protruding lens, immediately attracted me. I took it from my parents and started