Talk about my changes. 600-word composition

If you come to our house and open a beautiful photo album, a 5-year-old girl with big eyes and round face jumps into your eyes. Who is she? it is me

I'm not tall in the photo, but I'm strong. No matter how you look at it, I look like a lovely doll. In the whole photo album, I wear different styles of clothes, including snow-white princess skirts, skirts worn by little girls from all ethnic groups, and red clothes inlaid with the word "Fu" with China characteristics ... Hehe! How cute! I was really likable at that time! How time flies! Five years have passed before my eyes. Now I have changed from a naive little girl to a lovely girl. I'm a little picky about what to wear, but beautiful clothes are always out of my size. My mother went to several clothing stores the other day to buy clothes for me! My big feet are only a little smaller than my mother's, size 36! A tall man of 1.5 meters looks like a junior high school student. When I explained that I was only in the fourth grade, people shook their heads and said, "I don't like it." Grow up and change a lot.

In these five years, I learned to sing, including high, low, beautiful, long, birdlike and tinkling springs. Now, my vocal music has learned Grade 8, hey! Don't underestimate me. For this hobby, I practice my voice at home every day. I only stop to have a rest when I am tired of practicing. Besides singing, I also learned English. I also had an English conversation with foreign friends. They also praised me for my good oral English since I was a child. In addition, my mother and I learned how to draw meticulous paintings, write hollow characters, cut paper and print ... and help my mother with housework! I can mop the floor, wash dishes, clean the table and cook. My mother also said that I was a capable little girl.

Now, I want to score a point for my growth, and I want to score 95 points, because I have gained a lot on the road of growth! When I reach the age of 10, my mother promised to take me to the "Dream Paris Studio" to take art photos, and I will collect them.

Ten or twenty years later, I came to the bookshelf, took out my childhood photo album, gently dusted it off, and slowly turned it over, as if I were a child again. ...