When I think back to the art photos of my childhood, I can't help but laugh out loud. Those ** recorded my immature face and innocent smile, but now it seems that it is full of embarrassment.
At that time, the art photos were taken in a small studio. In the background is a large set, sometimes a forest, sometimes a castle, sometimes a sea of flowers. I, on the other hand, always wore ill-fitting outfits and made all sorts of strange moves. My eyes were filled with curiosity about the unknown and excitement about taking pictures, but now it looks more like a blank and confused feeling.
However, as embarrassed as I feel right now, those ** still mean a lot to me. They record the traces of my upbringing, the innocence and innocence of my childhood. Whenever I see those **, I think of that innocent self and that carefree time.
So, even though it looks a little awkward now, I still treasure those art photos from my childhood. Because they are a testimony of my growth, a record of the laughter and tears that I once had. They made me understand that even in the midst of embarrassment and confusion, I used to have innocence and happiness.