我拥有一台老式的相机,甚是喜欢。小小的胶卷中装着大大的天地,任时光疾行,带不去的是这些相机中的美丽。我爱用这台相机拦截许许多多会消逝的美。自然,里面有我最钟情的照片。那张照片,我称之为“撑起爱的双手”。照片上面只有一双孤零零的手,是我对着父亲的掌心拍下的。其实想要拍它们早就预谋已久了,因为我要永远地拥有这双手,它们托起的是我儿时的温暖和希望。然而,这张照片开拍时却遇到些 I have an old camera and I really like it. Small film loaded with a big world, anytime panic, do not go with the beauty of these cameras. I love using this camera to intercept so many beautiful things that will disappear. Naturally, there are my most favorite photos. That picture, I call it “hold up the hands of love ”. The photo above only a pair of solitary hand, I took my father’s palm photographed. In fact, want to shoot them long premeditated, because I want to have these hands forever, they hold my childhood warmth and hope. However, this picture was encountered when shooting