Qinhuangdao's story composition is 450 words.

On Saturday, I had nothing to do, so I flipped through the photo album. Suddenly, a photo on the beach caught my attention. I went there when I was eight years old. Looking at it, it seems that the scene two years ago has returned to me. In the summer vacation of 2005, my father took my mother and me to the seaside to play. The sun shines warmly on the beach, and the sea keeps coming to the shore. My father and I are catching shrimp at the seaside, and my mother is building an oven with an umbrella. At first, I didn't catch any shrimp. Later, I crouched down slowly like my father, and then I quickly reached for it. Haha, a shrimp, although less than three centimeters, is also my harvest. In the following time, I caught a lot of shrimp, and my father also caught a few small fish, and then I was ready to bake!

Roasting shrimp is not an easy task, so it will be slow. I waited patiently and lit a fan there, hoping to bake it faster. Finally, a shrimp is freshly baked! I was quick-witted and took it away at once, but my mother took it away again, ah! You haven't put the seasoning yet. Put the seasoning away. Have a taste. Ah! Delicious, fresh and delicious! So, I ate a lot in succession, and I guess I ate half of it. Then, we went to the seaside to pick up shells. At this moment, my mother took out her camera and pressed the shutter to take this happy memory.

This photo has always been an article in my happy diary, and I will never forget that happy moment.