The story behind the photo

The story behind the photo is 1. This is an extraordinary photo. Our class was full of smiles, and one of them held the trophy high. Why? Let's go and have a look!

This is an extraordinary basketball game. As soon as the news was announced, I jumped three feet with joy. Because our class is a very powerful "seed player", I really want to play early and get the trophy early. But my opponent's strength is not general, especially Class Five, which is big and powerful.

On the day of the preliminaries, eight classes were divided into AB groups, and the top two in the group advanced to the finals respectively. We got together with Class Five, and I thought: It's time for a real game.

The game officially started. As soon as our class got the ball, it collided with the enemy's restricted area, and then it struck like lightning, and the ball scored! We lead each other by 2-0. After I got the ball, I didn't rush to break through, but made a decisive shot outside the three-point line, and the ball scored again. We lead each other by 5-0. However, Class Five is not a vegetarian either. They also scored a few goals and we kept biting the score. At the crucial last moment, I started dribbling, and then suddenly accelerated. I hit the basket and missed it. However, the victorious Libra leaned over to us, and I got the ball, threw it and scored. We narrowly beat Class 5 by 16 to 14. In the end, Class 5, Class 7 and Class 3 of our class advanced to the final.

In the final, my class and Class 5 met again. Whoever wins the game will be the champion, and we are all ready to try.

The game started, and Class Five strengthened its defense and prevented us from scoring. The score is in a hurry. Over time, our scores became 14 to 14. Hey, we beat each other by 16 to 14 in the last game. So this time, is it necessary for history to repeat itself? Sure enough, when I faced the defender, I faced a jumper on horseback. The goal was scored and we were immersed in cheers.

At this time, we took this photo. What a glorious and precious moment!

Story behind the photo 2 Whenever I open the photo album, the first photo will appear in front of my eyes and in my mind. That's a photo that reminds me of my childhood. This is my primary school graduation photo.

According to the situation in graduation photo that day, some students had bright smiles on their faces, and some students were reluctant to part. On that day, the sun was like a heartless hand, and the big sun burst on our faces. After standing for two hours, we finally got a perfect photo of graduation photo. I did see the bright smiles of the students from graduation photo, so how can we know how deep the friendship between the students behind graduation photo is?

We may just be a group of brothers and sisters. Although we have only been together for three short years, our previous friendship is far from unimaginable! Just this once, let's be humble to each other at dinner. We used to have this. Science and technology festivals watch each other. Once, we will listen carefully in class. This is the only time we discuss with each other when doing our homework. When we filmed graduation photo, we left a brilliant impression. Because I want my classmates to leave the best side of that moment, because we are brothers and sisters living in the same class around love.

I still remember one day in the last June of the sixth grade, we sat together and asked each other: Why did our youth come so fast? This is our last June 1 ST, and suddenly I heard a girl say, "OK, OK, don't be unhappy, we won't have June 1 ST in the future." However, we have May 4th Youth Day! "Made everyone laugh. Every time I look at graduation photo, I will miss the beauty of primary school, with laughter, tears, will, hard work and hardships. I grew up from these things and became an excellent middle school student.

Now I can only recall my childhood through photos.

The story behind the photo 31937 On August 28th, the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station, and a foreign journalist photographed the real scene after the bombing.

In this photo, there is a little boy less than four years old. He sat in the middle of the tracks, covered in blood and crying helplessly. In front of his eyes, there is a broken overpass, a platform full of dead bodies, and a broken house ... Looking at this photo, I can't help but guess the scene at that time.

On that day, people learned that the Japanese army was coming and that they could only escape by train, and the North Station had been occupied, so the South Station was very lively. At this time, Japanese planes have circled over their heads. Loud noise threatens people. Suddenly, screams and cries filled the whole railway station, and the hateful Japanese dropped several bombs, and the railway station immediately exploded like popcorn.

In the crowd, a couple followed the crowd in panic with a little boy in their arms. The sound of collapse came from behind them, and then they got closer and closer ... The couple held their children tightly and ran forward desperately. It was almost time for the exit. Suddenly a piece of reinforced concrete fell down, and the couple threw the child into the exit without hesitation. Before they could take another look, the collapsed cement was immediately buried underground ... In this way, the once prosperous railway station was turned into ruins by several bombs in the blink of an eye. ......

The child fell heavily on the track near the exit and narrowly escaped the bombing. But he doesn't care about it at all. He just shouted over and over again, "Mom ... Mom ... where are you?" Dad ... Dad ... I'm sorry ... "Only the roar, explosion and disintegration of the plane answered him. The child looked at the unrecognizable railway station in front of him, sat on the twisted railway track and cried helplessly. ......

I guess the little boy was rescued and adopted by the reporter who filmed this scene. When he grew up, he became a soldier of the Republic of China to defend his country.

The war has brought sufferings to countless people. We call for peace, not war!

The story behind the photo is 4. On a stone turtle, sat a lovely little girl. She is about five years old, with lovely doll hair style, wearing purple camisole and beige trousers, riding on a chinemys reevesii, with her hands around the turtle's neck, her mouth wide open and laughing. This is the most precious photo in my photo album.

I remember it was a Sunday three years ago, and my mother decided to take me to Qujiang Aquarium. As soon as I heard this, I jumped three feet high with joy, and finally I could watch the dolphin show!

It was a sunny day, and I couldn't wait to urge my mother to take me to the aquarium. As soon as I entered the gate, I was attracted by the beautiful underwater world. I watched the dolphin show first, and the dolphin jumped out of a perfect arc in one leap. Then it shows us how to drill a circle. It can drill several times in one breath, and it makes me wet all over. Then there are sea lions. He is chubby and has two cute moustaches. He showed us the header and shot. Although it looks clumsy, the header technique is first-class, and the colorful ball is spinning round and round on MengMeng's nose. It can also shoot with the ball! It lifted a ball, stretched its neck forward and the ball went into the basket. When everyone applauded their wonderful performance, it actually applauded itself with its two hind fins.

We also saw many kinds of fish, including the legendary devil fish, transparent glass fish, colored guppy ... many kinds.

What surprises me most is that someone dares to play with sharks. Isn't he afraid of being eaten by sharks? This is a harmonious picture of people and sharks playing in the water. We also saw a mermaid, and I thought, wow! There are really mermaids in the world! Finally, I realized it was fake.

Time flies and I have to leave the aquarium. When I was reluctant to go, I saw this stone turtle, so I rode on it excitedly and asked my mother to take a picture of me. In this way, I left this photo.

Every time I see this photo, a happy scene emerges in front of me, which will always record my beautiful memories.

Story behind the photo 5 When I opened my photo album, there were twenty photos, of which my favorite was a parrot photo. Every time I see this photo, I think of those lovely parrots.

Once, my mother and I went to Zhongshan Square to play. I wanted a pair of smart and lovely parrots, and finally my mother agreed to buy them. However, my mother told me to take good care of parrots. One of the parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue hairs beside her eyes. I call it Lanfei. The other one has a red nose and yellow hair beside his eyes. I call it Yanwu. Gradually, I established a deep affection with two parrots.

Once, I put my hand into the cage and wanted the parrot to stand in my hand. Who knows that as soon as my hand touched Lanfei's foot, it pecked at me with its long, pointed mouth and made me cry. I quickly drew my hand back. Hum, see how I tidy up you! For a while, when I was feeding, I only fed Yanwu, not Lanfei, and I deliberately stopped it with my hands, thinking: This is what happens when you make me angry! But just when I was elated, Lanfei rushed out of the cage. I was frightened to disgrace and ran to catch Lanfei. Unexpectedly, Yanwu also flew out of the birdcage. I didn't know what to do, so I picked up the broom next to me and smashed Yan Dance to the ground. I grabbed Yanwu, LanFei blunt come over, on the back of my left hand holding Yanwu pulled a bubble excrement. It stinks! God, come and help me. I am an advanced animal. Do I have to be bullied by two birds? At this time, my mother just came out of the house, saw this scene, and quickly took a picture with a camera "click".

This parrot photo is really funny!

The story behind the photo 6 The old days are mottled with the years, and even the dusty time begins to escape one by one, and the years not only gradually change and urge the faces of the old people, but also urge the faces printed in the photos to grow old together. Time, time, is really a heartless thing.

There is a custom in our family. When we welcome the New Year, we need to do a general cleaning at home. I am used to scrubbing the cupboard first. Life is like an agreement. When I was four years old, my photos suddenly slipped into my hands when I was fourteen.

I picked it up again. This is a picture of me and my grandmother. At that time, my grandmother didn't have wrinkles of different shades, and I didn't have thick acne at that time; Grandma is very strong and can easily hold me in her arms, while I, with an innocent smile, have a bright face.

In the photo, I am wearing two small sandbags, with sparse bangs unique to that age, and my tender little hands are placed on my grandmother's shoulders, as if calling for something, full of expectations ... My grandmother in flowered clothes is so beautiful and gentle, maybe she is not used to taking pictures, and her smile is a little stiff, but she still can't hide the endless joy in her brow. Her smile killed time ... the grass behind her was lush, and a little bright red shone faintly in the thick green. Although it has been repaired, it still makes people feel their swaying charm.

I stared at the photo for a long time, and the hard shell of dusty memory broke instantly. The starlight that night, those bugs, those stories, the teenagers at that time, the milk-filled children, those childish times that passed away in a hurry and never came back! Grandma's phone call brought me back to reality. She came over and saw the photo in my hand. "People at that time were really beautiful." The old man in front of her, her gray sideburns, muddy eyes and chrysanthemum petal-like wrinkles, how much she longs for her youth at the moment! "Grandma, why don't we make a photo frame?"

"Your grandmother, already old, is no longer the beautiful person. Keep the photos of your youth and hang them on the wall every day. Don't torture yourself! " The old man sighed deeply, which was endless nostalgia and reluctance.

An old photo, like a red leaf, floats in the time flow year after year, telling the past.

Story 7 behind the photo Look, it's in this photo. I'm trying to touch the feet of the sculpture.

To tell the truth, this sculpture is the first patron of Harvard University-John? Haval. His bronze statue is the most famous landmark on campus, and tourists come here every day. Because it is said that touching the left foot of the bronze statue will bring good luck, over time, this left foot has been touched with brilliance under the "preference" of tourists from all over the world. In contrast, the left foot that nobody cares about is "eclipsed".

Last summer vacation, my parents and I visited Harvard University. Seeing the bronze statue surrounded by crowds in the distance, I couldn't help walking past. It turns out that everyone is waiting in line to take pictures. The base of this bronze statue of Harvard is neither high nor low, and John sits on it. Haval. People who used to take pictures were almost always in the same posture-touching John with their right hand? Harvard's left foot and left hand naturally put aside, facing the camera, smiling and taking pictures. When I saw this scene, I was also at the back of the team. After a long time, it was finally my turn to take pictures. I quickly stood on the left side of the bronze statue base. Wow! I can't believe I haven't reached base height yet. So I stood on tiptoe and reached out my right hand to touch the left foot of the bronze statue. In order to keep my balance, my right hand grabbed the base like a gecko, turned to look at the camera lens and silently wished: I want to touch your left foot hard, hoping to be admitted to Harvard University one day.

Although this is just an expectation and a beautiful wish, I will urge myself to study harder and work hard, and one day I will really step into this temple to learn cultural knowledge and freeze this scene.

Story 8 behind the photo One day, when I was at home, I opened the photo album and began to read it.

Among them, I saw a photo like this: dad and grandpa stood in the middle, mom and grandma stood on both sides, and I stood in front of them. Behind it is a big drum. Because it is the Year of the Rooster, the red paper-cut of the Year of the Rooster is posted on it. This was taken in Chimelong Ocean Park in Zhuhai, which brought my thoughts back to that day.

It was the day of last winter vacation. I went to Zhuhai Chimelong Ocean Park with my parents and grandparents. Walking into Ocean Park is like being in a magical underwater world. Visitors can see thousands of rare fish swimming around in the curved underwater corridor, which is simply dizzying. The colorful circular dome reflects beautiful light, which brings a very unique tour experience. The most shocking thing is the world's largest acrylic glass installed in the museum, which is seamlessly connected through the world's leading advanced technology and has a broad vision. You can show the invincible underwater wonders to tourists from different angles at close range, and you can also get in close contact with the devil fish with a diameter of 4 meters.

Walking into the Mobidick Theatre, the venue of thousands of people was packed, and the camera of the staff swept the audience at will. Audiences with different expressions immediately appeared on the big screen. When everyone found themselves on the big screen, they waved and jumped happily. At this moment, the cheers in the venue are like thunder, which can't be subsided for a long time. It was not until Moby Dick appeared that the meeting was quiet. Then, we enjoyed the wonderful performance of Moby Dick and the breeders-heading, jumping, circling and kissing ... it was great!

What attracts me most about Ocean Park is the parrot roller coaster, which is1300m long. It swooped down from the height of 20 stories and entered the crazy state of 360-degree flip. I feel the pleasure of flying over the rainforest, tiptoe across the treetops and fly in the wind. It's so exciting. I played it five times in a row. It was really enjoyable.

Ocean Park is a sea of flowers, people, joy and magic!

Story behind the photo 9 Among many photos, this one is the one I am most proud of. This was taken with my deskmate when I won the championship in grade five 1500m.

It's a hot day. I'm more nervous than ever, and my heart is in my throat. The radio is ringing. It's time to play. Under the guidance of the teacher, I stood at the starting point.

As soon as the starting gun rang, I jumped out like an arrow leaving the string and flew onto the track. One lap, two laps, like a runaway wild horse, as if the wind was blowing under my feet, and the trees on the side were screaming and clapping for me. Over time, the legs gradually can't be lifted, as heavy as lead. The wind blowing in my ears stopped flying, my face was swollen and my ears were red, and the whole person was soaked with sweat. My lungs hurt, I feel the end point is extremely far away, and I want to give up.

Come on, come on. A series of voices came from the company, ah! It is teachers and classmates who cheer for me. At that moment, my body seemed to be full of infinite power. I can't let my classmates and teachers down. Isn't that what I've been training for months for? How can I give up on you? Thought of here, I bit my teeth, surpassed the person in front, and rushed to the finish line crazily. As if through the ages, I crossed the finish line. I can't believe I won the first prize. How proud I am! I won honor for my class!

In a short time, my deskmate won the first place, so I took this photo of my deskmate and won the gold medal.

Whenever I see this photo, it seems like yesterday, and I miss it deeply. I miss that passion, that blood, that persistence, the encouragement from my classmates and teachers, and the pride from my heart all the time. I also want to continue to work hard and have the spirit and perseverance of playing games in studying and doing things. Come on, I can do it!

The story behind the photo 10 One day, I was watching TV and looked up casually. I was shocked. Because, I saw a strange old photo. In the photo, my mother holds the crying little girl in one hand and touches the sea lion in the other. I shouted, "Mom, how can you hold a little girl I don't know in one hand and touch a picture of a sea lion in the other?" Mother smiled and said, "that little girl is you!" " Why don't I tell you the story of this photo? ""good! " I said. So, my mother began to tell me the story of this photo.

Once, my mother took me to the aquarium. I fell asleep as soon as I entered the museum. My mother had to hug me and follow the crowd. Unconsciously, I came to the sea lion performance area. Mother was attracted by the wonderful performance and sat in the audience to watch the performance.

Twenty minutes later, after the performance, I was awakened by the applause of the audience. At this time, the animal trainer said, "Those who want to take a photo with the sea lion can come in line to take a photo." My mother took pictures with me when she heard the news, but I was scared to cry by so many people. Dad said, "Look, the baby is crying, don't go!" " "Mom said," How could you miss such a good opportunity? " Say that finish, then pull me to the queue.

Finally, it's our turn. I cried even more when I saw the big black sea lion. The crying was really deafening, and the sea lions were scared silly. My mother had to hold me tightly with one hand, touch the sea lion with one hand and say to the photographer, "snapshot!" " "Listen to 1 of" cut ",this old photo was born.

Did you have fun? This is the story of this old photo.

The story behind the photo 1 1 On the desk, a photo embedded in a lavender frame is particularly eye-catching. In the photo, a sunny and handsome boy is wearing blue sweatpants.

Of course, that little boy is me, and there is a story behind this photo.

It was last summer, one morning in class, the class teacher announced a message: the student sports meeting will start in a week, and students who want to sign up will register at the Sports Commission. At this time, my deskmate leaned in and asked, what are you going to report this year? Or long jump? You are not good at sports! After that, he gave me a meaningful look. The small universe in my heart broke out immediately. After staring at him, I said firmly: I'm going to sign up for long-distance running this year! No, as soon as the bell rang, I ran 800 meters for the first time.

I regret it after signing up, because I have to run at least 800 meters every day? But once a word is said, it is hard to forget it. Try to stick to it every day. How time flies! It's game time in a blink of an eye. As soon as the shot rang, I gritted my teeth and ran forward. Before the competition, I also specially asked the opinions of other students. On the runway, I try to adjust my breathing and control my running speed as much as possible, because endurance is very important in long-distance running. In the end, there was only the last 200 meters left, but my limbs were weak. At this time, the cheers of my friends came, and I suddenly felt full of strength, gritted my teeth and galloped forward, and finally reached the finish line.

Although I only got the fifth place, I still have great memories here, so my father developed my photos and put them in my room.

The story behind the photo is 12. With such photos, Shanghai Railway Station is in ruins. There is also a little boy who has been crying. This is1the real scene taken by the reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 937. This photo is mainly used to show the evidence that the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai Railway Station. There is a very sad story behind it.

1937 On August 28th, thousands of people were waiting for the train at the railway station. Some people travel, some people visit relatives and friends, and some people go back to their hometown. But at this time, a sudden disaster happened. The Japanese invaders bombed the railway station. In an instant, the railway station was in ruins and the surrounding houses collapsed. Many passers-by were also killed. One of them died to protect the child. The child saw everything around him and kept crying because all the family members were dead. He kept calling his mother, but she didn't respond. He knew that his mother was not here, so he burst into tears. After a while, he was hungry, but his parents and relatives died. Who can cook for him? So he got up and went somewhere else.

In a flash, he was seven years old. He is very lucky. During these four years, he lived by begging or working for others to give him food. His clothes were given to him by his boss, and they were just right for him. In these four years, he ran away when he was cold, and picked up some leftover bread when he was hungry. What luck and pity!

Japanese invaders, I want to say to you: You should never hurt the weak again! On behalf of my family, I appeal to the whole world: don't let parents lose their children, don't let children lose their parents, and don't let wives lose their husbands. I hope we can stop the war, ring the death knell for it, and let flower of life live in the world forever!

The story behind the photo is 13. You see, in the photo, I have wonton skin in one hand and chopsticks in the other, with a plate of small wonton in different shapes next to me. I never go into the kitchen. How can I make up my mind to make my own wonton today?

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Mom's friends and her daughter came to my house as guests, and mom asked casually. "Eat wonton, aunt." Her daughter said. Then the aunt said, "Our children pack their own luggage at home!" "Looking at menstruation's swaggering expression and her mother's envious eyes, I quickly said," I ... I will. Packaging can look good! " "Then, the girl made a bet with me. We wrapped wonton together, and the wrapped wonton was evaluated by two mothers. Whoever has more advantages will win, and the loser will unconditionally agree to the other party's excessive demands. I naturally don't want to lose, and I dare not fight, but in order not to be "mercilessly laughed at" by them, I have to bite the bullet.

I picked up the wonton skin first, then scooped up the meat stuffing with chopsticks and spoons and put it on the square wonton skin. I dipped my fingertips in a little water and rubbed it on both sides of my skin. Then I folded the wonton in half, picked up its two corners with my hands, and forced a pair inward, and a wonton was born. But the appearance is really terrible, and there are so many difficulties encountered, just like: too much water leads to too sticky wonton, and the wrong method leads to the deformity of small wonton. Looking at other people's side, she has wrapped a big table with skillful techniques. Just when I was in a panic, the little girl suddenly came over and smiled and "pooped". After laughing, she said that I was too stupid, while holding my hand and teaching me. This time, the two of us packed much better than I did alone. Wrap up the whole table and we smile at each other. I don't know if this smile is a joke on my crooked melon and cracked jujube wonton or a celebration of our unity, cooperation and friendship.

Although half a month has passed, I still think of her cruel appearance from time to time and the happy scene when we cooperated. Although her figure is missing from the photo, it is enough for people to see which ones are wrapped by me and which ones are wrapped by her, as well as the "sparkling" wonton we finished together.

Story behind the photo 14 Today, when I was cleaning my room, I found an interesting photo: I saw a little girl in her mother's arms, standing between two clowns. I took this photo at Hong Kong Disneyland. When I finished all the projects, I saw a long queue. We managed to get to the front, only to find two clowns inside. We can take pictures with them. My mother hugged me and stood between two clowns. While we were having fun with the clowns, my father secretly pressed the shutter and took this unforgettable photo.

Now that I see this photo, I remember when we went to Disney. The most unforgettable thing about Disneyland is the roller coaster. There is a car in front of our car. We will follow them wherever they drive. The roller coaster is so exciting that you need to rush down with your big head from time to time. This is very fast and thrilling. My parents fainted after getting off the roller coaster, but I still want to play again. Unfortunately, it didn't work out, because children can't play alone.

We came to the next district. When I saw the merry-go-round, I immediately ran over and sat on it and couldn't get off. Mom and dad had no choice but to queue up for me several times and let me play many times before I came down.

When we went to Hong Kong, we not only played in Disney, but also went to Ocean Park. I remember the shark and dolphin show in Ocean Park. Every time I watch a dolphin show, I always think of my sister, the animal trainer, who stepped on the dolphin's back in Ocean Park. It's as smooth as riding a scooter on the water. It is really interesting!

This old photo reminds me of that interesting trip to Hong Kong. I want to keep it well.

The story behind the photo 15 childhood is a colorful oil painting, colorful; Childhood is an old photo that deserves to be remembered and treasured forever. Childhood is like countless stars in the sky, and each star is the footprint of our growth ... time is too thin and fingers are too wide; There are traces in life, and dotted lines are connected. At this moment, it reminds me of my childhood. ...

I looked up and saw that photo, which was taken when I went to Bali in the fifth grade. My sister and I are stepping on the beach to feed the squirrels. Looking at the photos, I feel back to two years ago. ...

That day, the sky in Bali was exceptionally clear and the air was exceptionally fresh, which made me take a few more breaths. The waves came at me, and it was very cold. I looked at the endless sea. A breeze blew, and waves appeared on the sea, blue and crystal clear, which was simply a scene of water and sky. It feels particularly comfortable to step on the soft beach like jade chips and silver powder. I really want to lie on the beach and sleep. Suddenly, my sister and I were excited to see some lively squirrels in the jasper-like tree.

I brought some nut snacks and bread crumbs and reached out to feed the little squirrel. When I approached it, I observed it carefully: the little squirrel's two small eyes were very cute, with brown hair and a long furry tail. I couldn't help thinking that I must touch it. When it was eating nuts, I stroked its hair gently, and my mother took this picture of me. Its fur is soft and soft, which makes me love it very much. As if with a hint of vigilance, the little squirrel shook and jumped onto another tree trunk. Haha, it's hard not to like such a lively and lovely little guy!

It was getting dark, and I looked at the white matte sand in the distance. The setting sun gradually convergence light, hanging in the orange sky. The rest of the light, sprinkled on the sea, shook twice and jumped into the sea.

This photo, like a micro-movie, stayed on my growing road forever, which I will never forget.