An old photo and its story

The story of old photos

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry, to a person who has ideals and knows how to hide the crystal tears in the depths. As a girl, in the process of growing up, is it just time that passes?

Opening the long-dusted photo album and letting my thoughts flow through it, I finally realized that what has passed the most is the cantabile years of my childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo. This is an extremely outstanding old photo that is very precious to me. In the photo, my sister and I stretched our hands into the blue sky to welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Remember, it was the Spring Festival. Due to the needs of my father's work, we have to leave our hometown and our grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. Whenever I thought about being separated from my friends, I would hide in the hut and cry non-stop. Even during the Spring Festival, I was depressed. My grandparents knew that this would be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to liven up the family atmosphere, they encouraged my father to buy fireworks. Grandpa actually sang a Peking opera that he had not sung for many years.

I don’t understand why the parting moment is so lively.

My grandparents urged me and my sister to work hard and bring glory to our family. They also gave each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and looked at the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I excitedly raised our hands to the sky. At that moment, the camera captured this eternally beautiful moment.

The moment we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us. Just watching, the silent air couldn't help but turn into snowflakes. Flying.

From the eyes of my family, I seemed to see the warm river of love; the long ribbon of love; and the hard rock-like hope.

It is true that the years have passed by like a song, but the true feelings and hopes that have been buried in childhood still exist; even if the sea is gone, the affectionate eyes will always be the driving force for me to move forward.

This photo carrying hope not only records my childhood smiling face, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

Stories of Old Photos

When I opened the many photo albums at home, scenes of unforgettable past events appeared before my eyes. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy period.

I was about three years old in the photo. He wears a red bellyband on his chubby body, his little hands and face are covered with fragrant and white cream, a pair of horn braids are playfully tied on his head, and his eyes are shining with joy. There was a big cake on the table in front of her, with the six characters "Happy Birthday, Sweet" written clearly on it. Ha, it’s my birthday!

As for why my face is covered with cream, let me tell you in detail: That day, my mother originally wanted to buy me a small cake, but I refused. When we were having a quarrel, my uncle brought it to me. I like it. big cake! I looked around it excitedly, looking left and right, and tried my best to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. Here, my mother immediately took this close-up shot of me.

Although an old photo is not valuable, it retains an unforgettable scene in your life. When you see this photo again in a few years, you may be surprised and say: "Hey, is this me?"

The story of old photos

In my In the photo album, there is a precious family photo. Family photos must be very common to my classmates, but to me, they are extremely precious. This is the only one!

My father is a busy man and often travels for business and is not at home. I miss all the full moon drinks and family gatherings. I occasionally have a meal at home, but that meal will definitely be very busy. Because there is always a phone ringing, and the ringtone is annoying, even uncomfortable. Sometimes, I feel like it would be quieter to eat when my dad is not at home.

Dad actually attended my grandpa’s sixtieth birthday party. But I thought that just like eating at home, the ringtone would haunt Dad like a ghost, but unexpectedly: Dad turned off his phone. At the banquet, my father, mother and I all smiled as beautifully as blooming flowers and as colorful as the rainbow. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandpa to take pictures of me. My family of three took pictures of happy and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not false, but every smile is so innocent! I even took that photo to enlarge it.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out the photo, that picture will appear in my mind, and I will feel that my father is by my side.

At this moment, I no longer think that the ringtone is a ghost, but that the ringtone is so pleasant and pleasant, because it proves that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

The Story of Old Photos

I think the concept of "photo album" is not unfamiliar to everyone, right? It records many interesting things from our childhood, as well as some painful things. But whether they are painful, happy or interesting...those photos are worthy of our memories, although they are not very sweet.

In my photo album, I also record little-known things about me.

However, among the many photos, the most unforgettable one is a photo taken by my father’s colleague when I was only five years old. As soon as I saw this photo, what happened that day appeared clearly before my eyes...

It was a bright spring morning. I got up early. When I got up, my stomach hurt a little. Mom saw I got up and asked me to wash up. After a while, I came out of the bathroom. When I saw the food on the table, I lost my appetite. My mother asked me to have breakfast. I said I had no appetite, but my mother forced me to eat because she was afraid that I would have stomach trouble again! I bit the bullet and sat down to take a few bites, then put down the bowl and chopsticks and walked out.

My father came out with my breakfast and asked me to eat it. When I refused, he got angry and scolded me. I sighed and took a mouthful of rice.

Just at this moment, General Secretary Cai came, and he happened to be bringing a camera. When he saw me having a little tantrum with my father, he teased me and said, "Miss Zhou is having a tantrum. This is a great sight! Take a photo of it as a souvenir!" Mr. Cai's words made me anxious. The "golden beans" inside fell down unsatisfactorily.

"Click", there was a shutter sound, and I was photographed looking very embarrassed.

The next day, General Secretary Cai developed the photo, and I put this photo into my forever treasured photo album.

Now I am an adult, I have grown up!

The story of old photos

This was taken at the moment when my aunt and I severed the relationship between mother and daughter.

When I was a child, I grew up in my aunt's house, where I had dear grandparents, a lovely neighbor, a kind "mom and dad", and brothers and sisters... At that time, I was a "happy" Little angel".

Something unexpected happened. When I was two years old, my mother suddenly changed her mind and asked my aunt to take me back. At that time, my grandparents cried, "Mom and Dad" cried, and the neighbor's house My little sister also cried, I cried, and even God, who has never been sympathetic to me, also cried—it started to rain that day.

But my mother didn’t seem to sympathize with all this, and she still wanted to come back to me. From then on, my aunt became a tearful person, that is, from that time on, I changed and became a person with a bad temper. Grumpy girl.

A few days (that is, a week) after my mother wanted to take me back, my aunt came to my house again and said to my mother: "His grandparents missed her and asked me to take her back to live with her." A few days." Mom didn't agree, maybe because she was afraid of losing me again!

While we were eating, my aunt secretly put me on the bicycle and drove home. On the way, I said, "Mom, let's go quickly, my mother is catching up." This made my aunt dumbfounded.

But within a few minutes, my mother caught up...

Mom, why did you take me back? Why did you hurt a good family?

I long for my old life.