The composition "The Story of Old Photos" Um ... How to write an inscription?

Bored, I inadvertently looked up and saw this exquisite and happy old photo-the only family photo. Silent for a while, carefully, crept down from the bedside of the bedroom, gently and slowly holding a paper ball to wipe the dust. ...

This photo has an age. On this matter, I have to recall a night five years ago. ...

"Let's go and take a photo!" My mother is enlightening my introverted father who doesn't want to take pictures. Finally, in the eloquent mother's war of words and my death, my father reluctantly agreed.

You can reach a large photo studio within ten minutes' walk. After entering the store, there are more or less photos of various styles hanging on the walls around, which can't help but increase my desire to take a formal "family photo".

After a series of preparatory work: choosing clothes, dressing, making up, etc. , I can finally take pictures! But at this critical moment, the young and ignorant sister lost her chain at the critical moment-she was at a loss, afraid of strangers and the environment, and under the bright lighting facilities, her sister cried with fear.

Our family, including the photographer, are anxious like ants on hot bricks-sweating with anxiety. Everyone uses wheel tactics-one by one to please sobbing girls. Delicious snacks, cute dolls, beautiful hairpins ... are all second-hand.

Finally, my sister calmed down at least, but the time was almost consumed and the photos were taken faster. My sister's eyes are red, like a little white rabbit, which makes people want to love.

In this way, the photos are taken, and then they are waiting to be developed.

A few days later, our family came here again. But this time, my sister was no longer afraid of strangers and stopped crying. By contrast, she is quieter. Looking at the big 24-inch photo with a clear solid wood frame, the happiness of the family was fixed at this moment, and everyone's face showed a bright smile.

After returning, the photo has been hung on the bedside of mom and dad's bedroom until today. ...

I can't help touching it after wiping it. The mother in a white wedding dress is gentle and beautiful; The father in a suit and tie is more serious; My sister sat on her father's lap, red-eyed, holding a doll in her hand and pouting. I am next to my father. Pink girls make me look quiet. This is the whole picture. There are invisible but very obvious things in the photo. Yes, it is the priceless treasure that we all have-affection.

I put the photo back where it was. I don't know when the brand-new old photos will make my mouth rise 30 to smile. The ripples of love in my heart are warm.