Stories in photos

Stories in Photos (10) Stories in Photos 1

Maybe time will dilute the memory; maybe time will change the appearance; but what will not change is my love for Missing you.

I accidentally opened the photo album, and a photo broke into my sight.

Looking at the familiar faces in the graduation photos, an indescribable emotion filled my heart. The campus where I have studied and lived for six years, the group that once gave me joy and happiness, the teachers who cared about our growth, and the friends who have been with me day and night and are inseparable, are you all okay now?

Fingertips ran across the young faces, each one was so kind. In 20xx, we took the elementary school train, and we were looking forward to the train arriving at the station soon; in 20xx, the train finally arrived, but our hearts were full of reluctance. For six years, we have felt the warmth of the sun together, and our laughter and laughter can be found everywhere on campus. Under the tall pine trees, the scene of playing together during class is still vivid in my mind. In six years, I grew from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to store her tears in a notepad. Six years, have we changed time, or has time changed us?

That day, June 14, the sun was warm. In the classroom, the students are studying seriously and sprinting before the quiz. Suddenly, there was a noise in the corridor, and some curious students went out to take a look. Immediately afterwards, the sentence "It's time to take graduation photos" shocked the still water. No one spoke in the classroom. I put down my pen and glanced at my classmates. Everyone seemed to be thoughtful. After a while, some classmates walked out one after another. On the way, you can see classmates holding hands and putting their arms around each other affectionately. Sometimes I point here, and sometimes I look there. I think everyone is reminiscing about the past, right?

I walked step by step towards the place where I took the photo. Why are my steps so slow and heavy? After standing up, the class teacher smiled and said to us: "There is no such thing as a feast that never ends. You are about to leave here. In the countdown to farewell, I hope that every student can smile happily and spend this time on campus." . Today, let us freeze the smile on this photo and leave a beautiful memory for our youth."

After hearing the words of the class teacher, everyone was silent.

When the photo was taken, the photographer shouted: "One, two, three" "To six years" we shouted in unison.

That day, the sun was warm and we were one step closer to separation.

My thoughts came back and I closed the photo album. I thought, maybe many years later, somewhere, we will say softly in surprise: "Long time no see!" Story in Photos 2

There are many photos that I like in my photo album. This photo is one of my favorites.

In the picture, I am wearing a wig and pink clothes. In front of me is a beautiful big cake. This cake was bought for me by my grandma, who came from far away to celebrate it for me. On my birthday, my family gave me a lot of birthday gifts during the meal, including clothes, shoes, etc. Everyone also sang a beautiful song for me. What did your grandparents give you? Oh, it turned out to be a table of sumptuous meals! I'm so greedy that my mouth is almost drooling.

This photo is my favorite. Whenever I see this photo, I can think of the time my family celebrated my birthday. Story in Photos 3

I don’t like taking pictures. In my memory, I have rarely had the experience of facing the camera directly, except when I was forced to do so and on a whim. So I have a lot of backs, backs in photos.

In fact, at that moment, I didn’t know anything. I was just holding a basketball in my hand, wearing a red No. 23 high-tech junior jersey, standing with my feet on the free throw line, opposite the referee who was gesturing. Behind him are his teammates with eyes full of anticipation and hands clasped, waiting for good news.

I forced myself not to think about anything. I looked at the basketball in my hand, then at the basket above my head. I took a deep breath. The hand holding the ball was shaking slightly, and there were beads of sweat on my palms. I felt that My spine was chilling, every hair on my body stood up, my legs were shaking unconsciously, and my vision was as blurry as a black and white TV - this was the last ball in the finals. If we made a free throw, we would Can win the championship. But if the horse stumbles, all our efforts for more than a week will be in vain. For this crucial goal, the heavy responsibility falls on my shoulders. What I carry is the dream of the entire team.

At that time, the cheers for us were getting louder and louder, but my ears were buzzing, as if there were thousands of flies flying by, which made me feel upset. I tried very hard to calm down, raised my hands high, and was ready for the last shot. As soon as I raised my hands, my head buzzed, and the ball I held in my hands fell back down, and my heart was beating violently. The ground was beating, and my breathing became more and more rapid. It seemed that my internal organs were about to jump out of my body.

I picked up the basketball in my hand and put it down again. I couldn’t make such a determination. Such an important decision was in my hands! Finally, after the referee blew the whistle, I closed my eyes and threw the ball. The basketball hit the net with everyone's expectations and my hanging heart! The whole place suddenly became excited! But my feet felt like stepping on cotton, swaying, and I almost fell to the ground in a few steps. I withstood the pressure at the critical moment. It turns out that being an athlete is not easy. How strong your heart must be! Fortunately, we won!

That day was the happiest day in my life. When I woke up the next morning, I remembered that there was no image data left, and I felt very disappointed. I don’t know if it was a deliberate arrangement or something else, but my mother came over with a mobile phone. There was a silhouette of me taking a free throw on the phone. Isn’t that my key free throw!

I was overjoyed. It was the first time I fell in love with taking pictures. This photo has always been my mobile phone screen saver. It inspires and reminds me all the time: there are countless twists and turns on the road ahead, and we all All he can do is cut through the waves! Story in Photos 4

This is a birthday photo of me who just turned one year old.

That day, my parents carried me into the photo studio and put me on the carpet. I had just learned to walk at that time, and everything I saw was both novel and scary. My father put me down, but I refused to let go. I hugged my father's legs tightly and looked at everything in the museum in amazement. Suddenly, a strong white light pierced my eyes so hard that I couldn't open them. After a while, my father patted me, told me not to be afraid, and coaxed me to open my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes. The white light was no longer dazzling. It turned out to be light. I looked elsewhere. Hey, why is there a beautiful car over there? Why wasn't there just now? Who cares? I'm going to take a look and sit down.

I let go of my hand and left my father. I raised my hands and walked towards the car step by step. The excited expression on my face can be seen in the photo. Dad carried me into the car, and I touched here and there. At this moment, my father and mother called my name, and I looked at them with a smile. I heard a "click" and this precious photo became a photo of me when I was one year old. Story 5 in the photo

I just arrived in Thailand. It was already night but I still felt extremely hot and humid, like entering a sauna. The person who came to pick us up was a dark Thai brother. He told us in fluent Chinese the five-star hotel we were going to stay in. I ate my hands quietly in the car, but I was extremely excited.

Five-star! But I seemed to be happy a little too early. Coming to the hotel, the meticulous service is amazing, but the rainy season corresponding to the hot and humid weather is a bit annoying. It was getting darker and darker, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. We held our umbrellas and dragged our luggage, and trudged towards the room.

The scene in a five-star hotel at night is beyond what I could have imagined - extremely tall coconut trees cover the entire sky, like messengers from hell, each with a sinister smile. The street lights were originally dim and poetic, but under the wash of rain, the lights flickered, giving off the ghost of a haunted house.

The rain is still falling, and with the sound of thunder and waves crashing on the shore, words such as tsunami, typhoon, and hail emerge in my mind. In this terrifying big net, I I fell asleep restlessly.

It was my mother who woke me up the next day. The strange expression on her face gave me an ominous premonition, and I quickly turned my head towards the balcony, Oh my God! The continuous rainwater on the eaves made me wake up completely. Where have the promised sunshine, waves, beaches, and shells gone? When my mother saw my expression changing from sunny to gloomy and about to turn to rain, she suddenly thought: "Since we can't play outside, how about we have fun in the room?"

Seeing the innocence, she winked and said, What can I say to my mother who is always trying to please me? "Okay then! Let's just have some fun!" I looked helpless. Suddenly, the style of painting suddenly changed, and my mother and I began a crazy moment indoors.

"It was cloudy just now, why did it suddenly turn sunny? It seems that the weather has nothing to do with their mood!" - Complaints from the room. The bedside of the high-end hotel is a high-end famous painting. I held the painting with one hand and put on a cloak to cover up the casual feeling of pajamas. It was more dignified and formal, as if I was admiring the painting. Art exhibition. If you ignore the bedside at your feet, I will look like I am pretending to look at the famous painting carefully. "Click, click" the two photos appear in one go.

The funniest thing is that my mother is pretending to be weird. Because the hotel is very beautiful and elegant, and the bathroom is decorated like a cafe, my mother is so imaginative that she sits on the bathroom window and holds her hand. The window lattice, head slightly leaning on the shoulder, smiling, with a beautiful expression... I quickly put away the giggling expression just now and took pictures seriously. But when I handed the photos I was extremely proud of to my mother for review, she felt like there was an acid rain cloud above her head.

"Is there something wrong with my photo?" I asked weakly.

My mother's roar suddenly sounded in my ears: "Who asked you to shine the toilet inside?"

I hurriedly took the phone and looked carefully at the photos of this outfit, laughing. I couldn't stand up straight, so I fell over on the bed laughing. My freshly washed shawl hair was scattered around like octopuses. My mother looked proudly like "Which company has the best secret photography technology? Baoji, Shaanxi Province, come to me." , captured this wonderful moment... The rainy day, which was originally extremely annoying, was suddenly transformed into the most unforgettable day of this trip by my mother and me. Story in Photos 6

The teacher left an essay titled "Story in Photos", so as soon as I got home I flipped through my photo album and finally found one Tell us about the photos that will make everyone laugh non-stop. Now let me tell you the story behind this photo...

It was the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year. Our family of three came to my grandma’s house, and my cousin Liangliang also came. . As soon as he saw us coming, he asked my father and mother to take us out to play. Because my father watched TV all night on New Year's Eve, he looked listless, like a wilted cucumber. Although Liangliang persisted, my father kept refusing: "You go ahead, I want to take a nap." But we both insisted on taking us out to play, so we had no choice but to take us.

When we got outside, Liangliang and I ran and jumped like two happy little rabbits. At this time, my mother saw a beautiful scenery (if the scenery could be introduced, the article would be more perfect) and said: "Come, let me take a picture of the three of you." We happily took our father to take a picture, and we posed Wear a look that you think is cool.

After taking the photo, my mother let us see it. We all laughed when we saw it. Liangliang and I were beaming with joy, while my father had his eyes closed and his mouth open, with a painful expression (very painful). The image is very wonderful), as if to say: "You two little guys are so annoying, you really know how to toss. If it weren't for your happiness, maybe I would be dreaming! Look, I can fall asleep standing here, what are you doing? It’s time for me to go home!”

This is the story that happened in the photo. Did it make you laugh? Stories in Photos 7

A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of emotion . This A4-sized photo contains too many memories and countless words.

In July 20xx, I graduated. I left the home where I had "lived" for six years. I left the other 35 classmates who were also ferromagnetic. I left " The teachers who took care of me for six years...all left.

When I got my graduation certificate, doctoral uniform, and admission certificate from the Experimental Middle School, I was like... stunned, rubbing my eyes over and over again. I couldn't believe I was about to leave. I looked at the students around me and saw the same thing. Everyone did not dare and did not want to receive this series of "final gifts", and they were unwilling to "quit the game". At this time, the class teacher also walked in wearing school uniform, his usual serious face returned to the kindness it should have, and stood on the podium and said kindly: "Go out and line up to take graduation photos." Everyone looked at each other and hesitated. After walking out, some girls even grabbed a few close friends and walked out together.

When we arrived at the playground, the rack for taking graduation photos had been waiting for you for a long time. The student chairs in the row in front of the rack looked familiar, and they were shining with a bright golden light. Perhaps it was illuminated by the sun, and Maybe it shines because of the people who are about to sit on it. But I feel that the second one is more in line with our hearts!

Finally, the teacher organized everyone to get on the shelf, and the students also stood in their positions very cooperatively. The summer sun shines on us extremely brightly, as if a star has entered the stage and is sought after by everyone.

The teacher who took the graduation photo set up the camera and we were all ready. Finally, the teacher behind the camera made a three, two, one gesture, "Eggplant!" As the camera shutter was pressed, everyone showed a forced smile, a standard forced smile. Maybe they don’t want to leave the home where they have been together for six years! I'm the same way. After taking the photo, I look at my friends around me, wanting to take another look, deepen my memory one more inch, and stay in my eyes for one more second.

After we finished shooting, we dispersed like this. Everyone picked up their things and went home.

No one cried or shed a single tear. Because we made a private agreement with each other that we must not cry when taking pictures, and whoever cries will be treated to dinner. Everyone agreed as a joke but it became the best parting words.

That day, we looked up at the blue sky. It was still sunny with a few white clouds, the sun was still familiar, and the wind was still blowing in the same direction. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the last moment. of beauty.

You are the only one who enjoys the green years. May the years be safe and sound. I wish you all the best. Story in Photos 8

There are many photos in my photo album, but my favorite is a set of photos of me trying my best to pick bayberries in an orchard under the scorching sun.

Looking at the photos, I have a lot of thoughts. I remember this summer when the bayberry was in season, my parents took me to visit Uncle Wu’s house in Zhangzhou. Along the way, my mother told me that Zhangzhou is a fruit town, rich in many fruits, including bananas, grapefruits, bayberries, etc. These are my favorite fruits, but I have never seen what they look like or where they grow. place, so I was full of curiosity about the bayberry tree.

Early the next morning, with the crowing of the rooster, I got up early. After breakfast, my uncle took us to pick bayberries. Bayberry trees are planted on a hillside, and they look lush and green from a distance.

I asked my uncle very strangely: "Hey, why are they all leaves and no bayberry?" My uncle smiled and said: "You will know in a moment." Looking closer, walking further, we walked for a while before reaching the hillside. . Halfway through, I accidentally slipped into a small pit where a farmer uncle stored water. Fortunately, there was no water in the hot water pit. I was so frightened that my face turned pale and my eyes were wide open. After a while, my father quickly pulled me up. Then, we continued walking forward and came to the bayberry forest.

The bayberry tree is only as tall as a person, with branches and leaves growing in all directions, like an open green umbrella. I was under the tree, looked up, and was pleasantly surprised. Hidden among the dense leaves are red and black bayberries. The dots are really cute. I raised my head, leaned on my toes, stretched out my arms, picked off a bayberry that I thought was the most beautiful, and put it into my mouth. A stream of sweet and sour juice flowed into my throat, and I frowned slightly. Then he smiled, contented joy overflowing from his face. At this time, I heard a few "click click" sounds from behind me. It turned out that it was my mother who pressed the shutter and helped me take this precious set of photos of picking bayberries.

Every time I see this set of photos, I think of that interesting day picking bayberries. Only with sweat can you gain something. Learning is like picking activities. Only by continuous efforts can you gain more knowledge. Story in the photo 9

Whenever I pick up this photo from the photo frame on the table, I think of the happy time when my classmates and I were playing together. That was a photo taken during our spring outing. We were smiling so happily in the photo.

At that time, I was in the second grade. One Saturday morning, Teacher Zhang took us to Beishan for a spring outing. Spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the warm sun is caressing the earth like a mother. As soon as we climbed the steps of the Beishan fitness trail, we saw the ever-changing white clouds in the sky, sometimes like flowers, sometimes like deer, sometimes like trees, sometimes like dragons... As we walked, we looked at the clouds in the sky and saw interesting clouds. Everyone rushed to comment, and couldn't help laughing while talking. The cool breeze blew, and we sang the spring outing song again with the cool breeze. When the uncles and aunts on the roadside listened, they all said in unison: "It's so beautiful!" and they couldn't help but applaud. Not to mention how happy we are! When it was time to collect specimens, everyone happily looked for their favorite plants. The bold students ran to a narrow road and searched carefully. Their hard work paid off. When they came out, they brought back all the treasures they had never seen before. The timid students picked unknown wild flowers by the roadside. Weeds are also put into the bag like treasures. I was very busy when I suddenly heard a classmate shouting: "Everyone, come and see, there are cockleburs here!" After hearing this, the students ran over in a swarm, regardless of who was doing it, and each person grabbed one. Just when we were so happy that we heard a "click", Teacher Zhang took a photo of our cute smiles. Looking at this funny photo, the students couldn't help but laugh again.

The teacher posted the photo on the class blog. I asked my dad to print it out for me and put it in a photo frame as a permanent souvenir. Whenever I pick up this photo, I think back to the happy times I had with my classmates. Story in Photos 10

Today, I accidentally opened an old photo album, which contained photos taken when I was playing when I was a child. I looked through them one by one and couldn't help but laugh out loud. How innocent and cute I was when I was a child! Suddenly, I saw a photo of me riding a bicycle, and I couldn't help but think of the first time I rode a bicycle. At that time, I really looked like a little traffic policeman!

When I was about five or six years old, my father bought me a four-wheel bicycle. I was so happy that before my father could unwrap the wrapping paper, I couldn't wait to climb up and hold the bicycle handle. When my father inflated the tire, I put my foot on the pedal, pushed it down with all my strength, and the bicycle moved forward. I was so encouraged that I stepped on it again and again, riding slowly from one end to the other. Later I rode faster and faster. For me who had no sense of direction at that time, this was very powerful.

At this time, my cousin came to my house to play. When she saw me riding a bicycle, her eyes lit up and she rushed towards me, shouting: "Cousin, let me ride!" "Okay." I reluctantly walked away from the bicycle. Get off the bike and let my cousin ride it. Who calls me a sister? My cousin got on the bike and rode it hard. I shouted at the side: "Turn left. Oops, we're going to hit the wall!" Before I could finish my words, only I heard a "bang" and my cousin hit the wall. Fortunately, the people and the car were fine. I simply ran upstairs, put on a pair of white gloves, a yellow vest (no green ones), and a white peaked cap (no blue ones), then ran downstairs, stood in the middle of the yard, and put on my pocket After searching for a while, my cousin said, "Cousin, did you leave it upstairs?" I ran upstairs again and searched again. Hey, there's nothing there? I accidentally saw my cousin downstairs smiling slyly, holding the battered whistle I was looking for in her hand! I stormed downstairs at a speed that scared myself. I rushed below, but my cousin hadn't noticed me yet. I suddenly thought: How about scaring her. I tiptoed over and covered her eyes. "Ah!" my cousin yelled, and I laughed. She said: "Cousin, let's play the game of the police catching the bad driver." "Okay!" I raised my hands in approval, "I will be the bad driver!" my cousin said loudly. "Here we go!"

I was on the road (in the middle of the yard), and my cousin came over on a bicycle. I said with a straight face (on purpose), "Comrade, please hand over your driver's license. The cousin suppressed her laughter, took out a piece of white paper from her pocket, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Comrade police, can I not hand it over?" "No, what if you are a bad guy, then I won't be a sinner forever?" "I said, taking the white paper from my cousin's hand, pretending to look at it carefully, then staring at my cousin, and said, "Haha, I finally caught you!" I said and went to catch my cousin, and my cousin immediately Abandoning the car and running away, I thought that the car must be faster than the person, so I rode the car to chase him, but what about the person? I was wondering when suddenly a pair of hands covered my eyes, "Aha, you are here, I'm chasing you!" "Help!" My cousin yelled and ran away, and I immediately rode my bike to chase her. Our laughter echoed over the yard and lingered for a long time.

How happy and beautiful childhood is! I really want to go back to that time, carefree!