我拿起一部相机，留住校园里最美的风景。
I picked up a camera and captured the most beautiful scenery on campus.
“咔嚓“，相机定格下第一张照片。黄昏已至，落日余晖映照着树下读书的少年，留在了我的相机里。绿荫中挂着红得发亮的许愿牌，那是少年的梦想在发光，他们的梦想终会如愿。仲夏夜的晚风将少年的读书声吹向远方。青春是一本热烈而又仓促的书，那朗朗读书声就是这书上最美的内容。你瞧，许愿牌上写着：我本不是天赋异禀的人，在茫茫人海中甚至有些平庸，可我的人生不是潦草诗，这次我想改写航线，成为故事主角。
Click, "the camera froze the first photo. Dusk has arrived, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the young man reading under the tree, staying in my camera. In the green shade hangs a shining red wish sign, which is the youth's dream shining, and their dream will eventually come true. The evening breeze of midsummer night blows the sound of the young man's reading into the distance. Youth is a passionate and hasty book, and the bright sound of reading is the most beautiful content in this book. Look, the wish sign reads:" I am not a person with extraordinary talent, even a bit mediocre in the vast sea of people, but my life is not a sloppy poem. This time I want to rewrite the route and become the protagonist of the story.
“咔嚓“，相机定格下第二张照片。教室风扇呼啦啦地转着，吹起纸张，烈日晒得窗沿发烫，我们同坐一间教室里，书写着只属于我们自己的青春年华，只属于我们自己的不朽诗章。那一支支粉笔仿若导线，导线里输送着知识和对我们的殷殷期望，满怀希望就会所向披靡。“恰同学少年，风华正茂；书生意气，挥斥方遒。指点江山，激昂文字，粪土当年万户侯。“青春充满希望，人生路途滚烫，万丈光芒璀璨，少年是勇往直前的，往前跑，别回头。
Click, "the camera froze the second photo. The classroom fan was roaring, blowing up paper, and the scorching sun made the window sill hot. We sat in the same classroom, writing immortal poems that belonged only to us. Those pink pens were like wires, conveying knowledge and high expectations for us. With hope, we would be invincible." Just like a young student, he was in full bloom; a scholar, full of spirit, waved vigorously. He pointed to the country, stirred up words, and made the dust of countless households in the past. "Youth is full of hope, the journey of life is scorching, and the radiance of ten thousand feet is brilliant. Youth is brave and moving forward, moving forward. Run, don't look back.
“咔嚓“，相机定格下第三张照片。年段室里，老师辛勤备课的身影，留在了我的相机里。“落红不是无情物，化作春泥更护花”粉笔的尘粉染白了老师的双鬓，深夜的一盏灯照亮了学生的求知若渴的眼神。三尺讲台存日月，一支粉笔写春秋。老师在我于书海迷茫之时，为我解答疑难；在我于前路迷茫之时，你会为我指点迷津，你紧握粉笔的手总能让每一种颜色盛开。山高水长有时尽，唯我师恩日月长。
Click, "the camera froze the third photo. In the junior year room, the figure of the teacher's diligent lesson preparation remained in my camera." Falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. "The dust powder of chalk dyed the teacher's temples white, and a late night light illuminated the students' thirst for knowledge. A three foot podium holds the sun and moon, and a chalk is used to write spring and autumn. The teacher answered my questions when I was lost in the sea of books; When I am lost on the road ahead, you will guide me, and your hand tightly gripping the chalk can always make every color bloom. The mountains are high and the waters are long, but only my teacher's kindness lasts day and month.
你看，少年们在奋斗，在努力，何尝不是最美的风景？这一幅幅最美的风景定格在我的相机里，也刊登在只属于他们的青春诗章中。少年有自己的目标，有自己的热爱，爱各有不同，每一代逐日移山的少年，都有自己奋不顾身的热爱，每一份炽烈的热爱，都值得用心对待。
You see, young people are striving and working hard, isn't it the most beautiful scenery? These most beautiful landscapes are captured in my camera and published in the youth poems that belong only to them. Teenagers have their own goals and passions, each with its own unique love. Every generation of young people who move mountains day by day has their own selfless love, and every passionate love is worth treating with care.