我的老爸最喜欢照相了。记得我两岁的时候,爸爸经常带我和妈妈去爬山,还总是带着一个黑沉沉的东西,我不知道是什么。到了山上,爸爸用那个东西对着我,按下一个黑色的按钮,只听到“咔嚓”一声响。爸爸说:“你调皮的样儿留在我的相机里了。”爸爸把相机给我看,里面果然有一个可爱的我。“嗨!”我急忙向相机里的那个“我”打了一声招呼,可是那个“我”不会动。直到我长大了才明白,原来那只是一张相片。 My dad likes to take a photo I remember when I was two years old, my father often took me and my mother to go hiking, always with a dark stuff, I do not know what it is. When I got to the mountain, my father pointed at the thing to me and pressed a black button, only to hear a click. Dad said: “You naughty like to stay in my camera. ” Dad showed me the camera, which really had a lovely me. “Hi! ” I hurried to say “I” in the camera, but that “I ” will not move. Until I grew up I realized that it was just a photo.