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In my photo album, there is a photo that I will never forget-a photo of my brother Jiang Feng and me. Every time I open the photo album and see this photo, I have a lot of thoughts, and the scene of that day comes back to my eyes.

I remember one Sunday half a year ago, I went to the Seven-color Flower Art School to attend classes. It's time for class. Teacher Wang, a teacher, walked into the teacher's room and brought us unexpected good news: "A month later, our class will attend a performance in Tianyi Square. At that time, we can perform on the same stage with Jiang Feng's brother. " "Yes, that's great!" There were warm cheers in the classroom. "slow!" Teacher Wang added, "Don't be too happy. Only 20 of the 48 students in our class can participate in the performance. " The students suddenly became like deflated balls, and the classroom became silent. "But ..." Teacher Wang went on with a smile. "Students who can't attend can also see Brother Jiang Feng with their own eyes." Cheers rang out again in the classroom. In the following days, after several rounds of selection, I was finally chosen to play the role of "Ningbo Xiao K" who speaks fluent Ningbo dialect, a role that can talk to Jiang Feng's brother in the performance.

Time passed quickly, and it was the day of performance in a blink of an eye. I was wearing the clothes of "Ningbo Little K"-a black dress and a black hat, standing on the edge of the stage, waiting for the performance to start. At this moment, I only heard someone calling my name in the background. I looked up and saw Mr. Wang waving to me there. I hurried over. Teacher Wang said that Brother Jiang Feng wanted to check his lines with me. As soon as I heard it, I came to the rest shed full of tension. I saw Jiang Feng's brother standing there dressed up. As soon as he saw me, he kindly asked me, "Are you playing' Ningbo Little K'?" I nodded quickly. "Shall we check the wiring again?" "Good" So, I paused and carefully matched my lines with Jiang Feng's brother. "Okay" Jiang Feng's brother patted me on the shoulder with satisfaction. "Look here." Hearing the shouts, my brother Jiang Feng and I watched in unison. Click! Miss Wang left us a photo of Zhang Zhengui.

Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it will bring back my fond memories of that performance.