The story in the photo

The story in the photo 1 In this hot summer, the fifth campus art festival that students are looking forward to has finally begun. This time, the students are well prepared, some have brought enough snacks, some are ready to chat, and some students with programs are preparing programs.

First, the headmaster made a speech. The headmaster wishes us a happy art festival. Next, the lively and interesting program began, and the students clapped their hands enthusiastically.

The programs of this art festival are really varied, which dazzles me. Among them, the drumming performance of Liu Dazhi, the headmaster of our class, is the most distracting. This is not the first time to see him play drums, but there will still be a feeling of wanting more.

He has played drums since he was a child, and his father is our music teacher. Maybe it's because he's been exposed to them since he was a child. He also learned these things and played well.

The next program also has a creative basketball show. I'm a little jealous of those children younger than me, but they play basketball so well. Actually, I played ball when I was a child, but I stopped playing because I was bored. Oh, I regret it!

We watched the program while eating. Our schoolbags are full of delicious food. If it is not enough, we will share it. I don't know how much others brought, but I didn't bring much anyway, at least I think so myself.

I only brought a big bag of potatoes, and the rest were milk and yogurt drinks ... I regretted it. Am I here to watch the show or eat, or to pour water for the children?

I fell down on the chair in despair. I have been drowned by that pile of milk. Click! Huh? Who took the photo?

M Guo, the second scene of the story in the photo, said: "Youth is like a river, the left bank is a memory I can't forget, the right bank is a glorious time I deserve to hold on to, and the middle is a faint sadness of my years."

Open the photo album and look at me. I can't help sighing that time is like water.

Oh, this one is just born, small and black, very unlike me now. That childish face, as clear as white clouds, wears a pair of curiosity about the unknown world. Looking at the photo, I smiled faintly. It turns out that I was like this when I was a child! Black eyes were what I wanted at that time, and my parents must be very happy. This is a testimony to happiness. It is said that "every child is brought into this world by God hand in hand". It's true to see the pear vortex looming on your face.

Hey, this photo was taken when I was seven years old, pestering my sister to help me. I remember just entering primary school, so happy. A neat short hair, a primary school uniform, perhaps because I just went to primary school, I still feel so naive, but my eyes are more longing, more indifference and confidence. Look carefully, I was really short then, no wonder I'm not tall now! When I saw it, it didn't grow much. Woo! ...

When was this photo taken? Who is bored enough to take pictures of me when I cry? Her eyes are red and look sad, and there are obvious tears on her cheeks. After searching for a long time in the long river of memory, I finally remembered that it was my sister who got married! Their new house is in the background of the license plate, and their happy wedding photos are hung behind it. Now that I think about it, there will be ripples in my heart and I will never be willing to give up. Tears are the best proof. After all, I have been with my sister for so long. How can I give up? But now that I think about it, everything must come to an end! Sadness is always inevitable, once together, there is nothing else to ask for.

Ha, this photo was taken with my mother when I went to Ningbo. We sat back to back on the green grass, and our smiles were sweeter and brighter under the sunshine. Mom's eyebrows are bent with laughter, and my hand is a sign of victory. This "click" photo was thus produced.

Inadvertently, I slipped a photo when I was in military training in junior high school. My skin is tanned and not as white as usual. I was very anxious at that time, but now it seems that this kind of skin represents health. Wearing a long-awaited camouflage uniform, I suddenly feel full of righteousness and people are tall and straight. That kind of smile is satisfied, so confident, so proud.

Time, we always want to seize it, but it always slips away inadvertently.

Some things are always in our minds, but many things that we thought would never be forgotten were forgotten in our unforgettable days. Those fleeting years will always be fixed in those photos.

Story 3 In a big photo album, there is a photo of a little girl with short hair. She has some mahjong in her left hand and a dice in her right. She stared at the world with big round eyes, as if to jump out of the photo. What the hell is going on here? Please listen to me.

On New Year's Eve, people who have been busy for a year began to have free activities, and all my father's friends came to our house to play. But at that time, I was not sensible and just wanted my father to play with me, but how could I do that? I was very angry. My mother asked me to watch TV with her and told my father that they were going to play mahjong and told me to stop it. Hum! I don't want it, so I sneaked into the restaurant while my dad was talking to them, opened the mahjong table, grabbed some mahjong in my left hand, took a dice in my right hand, and ran back to the living room as if nothing had happened. Soon, my father and friends came to the restaurant, unaware of my every move.

Later, they took out the mahjong and found that a few pieces were missing, so my father rummaged everywhere and couldn't find it. He was still muttering, "Hello? No, how many people are missing? Last year's Eve, when we played together, we played it once a year, and no one moved. " Suddenly, my father turned around and saw me playing fortress with those mahjong. I treat dice like a villain, and my father comes to me for it. I didn't say anything, but I was in tears. At this time, my mother held me in her arms and said, "Lan Yun, my mother will play with you. Will you return the mahjong to my father?" Dad, 365 days a year. Only today will he play with his friends for a while, and we won't affect them, ok? Hmm! I know that Yuner likes taking pictures best. Come on, dry your tears, mom will take a picture, and then we will give it back to dad. "So I dried my tears, but I couldn't laugh, so I broke my face and held mahjong tightly in my hand.

Now, I want to laugh when I see that photo. My mother said I was a smart card, and I had a lot of tricks in my head. As for me, now that I think about it, what I did at that time was really wrong. I can't be so stingy with my father. Everyone has his own friends. If my friends come to see me and my parents don't let me play, I must be very sad. So I must learn to put myself in the other's shoes and stop being so selfish.

Story 4 in the photo is in my thick photo album, which contains a photo of Zhang Zhengui. That photo was taken on February 2nd, 20xx, June 5438+00. That's me and dad catching sand crabs at the first beach in China.

That day, I took my father's car to the first beach in China, and saw a small hole in the beach. "Dad, what's this little hole for?" I blinked and asked. "It's where the sand crab lives!" Dad replied. "Then I'll catch it!" Say that finish, I squatted down and put on a pair of crabs. Dad also agreed with me to do so, quickly brought an empty jar, filled it with some soil, and squatted down to catch it with me.

After a while, the target appeared, and I was anxious to catch it. Unexpectedly, it caught me with pliers, and I cried out in pain, "I caught it!" " Dad showed me the sand crab he just caught. It bared its teeth and seemed to eat me. The second target appeared. I learned the last lesson and squatted there. Suddenly, as soon as I reached over, the sand crab hid in the hole. I can't take it anymore. I suddenly scratched at the sand. A few seconds later, I found the "prisoner" who escaped from me. I grabbed it and quickly put it in the jar. My mother saw that we had such a good time, so she took out her camera and snapped this beautiful memory for me!

Photos are the proof of time, the storage of friendship, the fuse of homesickness and the eternal memory! I hope this photo can accompany me in my life!

Story 5 in the photo: Youth fades away quietly, and everyone will grow old slowly. When you are old, will you miss yourself who often says "It's terrible to be old"? Will you miss yourself who is fearless and afraid of getting old? Will you miss yourself who is full of longing for the future?

When we were young, we didn't know much about the word "old" We always think that life is long, and the old may be far away from us, but when you are really old, all that remains is a laundry list of homesickness. ...

My grandmother is such a person.

Grandma is sixty or seventy years old, but she always shows us photos of her youth.

I remember grandma showed me a picture of her twenties before. She looks very different from her now. At that time, she was wearing two black and thick braids, sitting on a stone, smiling and wearing a long skirt. Grandma said: at that time, she was actually a strong and stubborn girl As long as she decided to do one thing, ten cows couldn't be pulled back, so she was scolded by her parents at that time, but since she met her grandfather, she was very docile, because grandma said that grandpa was more stubborn than her, but grandpa was very kind to her and would let her do everything. Speaking of this, grandma suddenly smiled, scraped my little nose and said, "Little granddaughter, do you think this is arranged by heaven?" I smiled and didn't answer, because I knew grandma was happy.

Yes! No matter how stubborn grandma meets grandpa, she still gives in easily. Because there are always a few people in everyone's life who you care about and care about you.

Everyone will get old, and when they get old, they will miss their young days. When you are old, you will always ask yourself how much time you have left, and you will always see how much time you have left, but you will still expect more time because you will be happier. ...

Story 6 in the photo Today, when I was looking through the photo album, I came across an old photo.

That photo was taken on an outing the year before last. I'm wearing a green shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans and a football in my hand. Behind me are beautiful fields and pastures ... Looking at this photo, I entered memories.

I did well in the final exam the year before last. When I got home, my parents praised me for doing well. At this time, my mother had a brainwave and said, "Let's go for an outing as a family, even as a gift for your good grades." I listened and quickly said, "Good! Good! " As soon as I jumped three feet high, I began to prepare things for tomorrow's outing. I also brought my beloved football. The next day, when we arrived in the suburbs, a stream of fresh air got into my nose, while my mother and father were sorting out the things for the outing. I took out my beloved "football baby" and played wildly on the Yuan Ye. At this moment, my mother said, "Baby, I'll take a picture for you as a souvenir." I said, "Good!" I stood on a piece of grass and made a gesture. My mother was about to take a photo when I suddenly said, "Stop!" ""What's the matter? "Mom asked, I went to get the football and said," Forget my football baby! " "This time, I have a football in one hand and a smile. Suddenly, my father said, "Be serious." When I get nervous, the photo of "Click" stays forever.

Two years have passed in a blink of an eye. Look at me who used to like football very much. It's really cute. Now I am tall and grown up, and my football skills have reached a perfect level.

This photo is the memory of my childhood, and it will be imprinted in my mind forever.

Story 7 in the photo When I saw this photo, I thought of my sister's birthday.

I remember that it was my sister's birthday, and my mother and aunt took us to the streets to buy gifts for my sister. Mom, we took it to a children's clothing store and asked my sister to choose a beautiful skirt. When my mother asked me to choose a suit, I chose a beige short-sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts. They praised me for looking good in this dress, and I was really happy at that time. I thought, "I prepared a gift for my sister's birthday. It's great!" " "

Passing a photo studio, my sister said, "Today is my birthday. Can I take a picture as a souvenir? " I said, "That's a good idea." So we walked into the photo studio and were greeted by a beautiful aunt. She smiled and said, "Little beauty, do you want to take a photo?" She enthusiastically chose beautiful scenery for us and taught us to pose in various ways. After setting it up, she pointed the camera at us, and when the light flashed like lightning, the photo was taken.

Today is like the two of us living together, the same gift, taking pictures together, so happy. So as soon as I saw this photo, I thought of my sister's birthday.

Story 8 in the photo Looking at this photo, I unconsciously recalled the autumn outing that day. ...

That morning, we went to Fengxian Seaside Park by bus.

On entering, the tour guide gave everyone a set of life jacket. I really couldn't control my curiosity, so I asked, "Aunt, what is this rescue suit for?" "Don't you know? We will go boating later! " "Great!" I can't help crying. So I put on life jacket and stepped onto the dragon boat step by step. The game began, and the tense scene was exciting. Because I started late, I was left far away from the beginning. So, our group tried our best to catch up. But the dragon boat behind us gradually caught up with us. When they tried to catch up with us, all of us burned like a burning flame. Our "Dragon Boat" started100000 horsepower, like an arrow leaving the string rushing forward. Not only got rid of the dragon boat behind, but also surpassed the dragon boat in front with absolute advantage. When I reached the finish line, I shouted, "We won! We won! " After rowing the dragon boat, I bought another telescope, because I had a premonition of another challenge to me-treasure hunting in the jungle.

The guide took us to the jungle and we started the next adventure. It is said that all kinds of sporting goods can be found in this jungle. All I want is basketball. But I think: finding a basketball in such a big jungle is like looking for a needle in a haystack! No way out, I said to myself as I ran: "I can't hesitate here!" " "Running and running ... after a long time, I finally found a basketball, probably carried away by victory, and I couldn't help shouting:" Ye! I found the basketball! "After I shouted, people from other schools were one step ahead of me and played better than basketball. I'm asking for trouble! Although I didn't catch the ball, I got an inspiration after the game.

Then, the guide took us to the DVD TV room and showed us the video of the fire scene. It's really scary. But this warns us that we must pay attention to our own safety at ordinary times.

After watching the video, the tour guide gave each of us a piece of paper and took us into an exciting maze. I thought to myself: Finally, another adventure has come. At first, although Wang Yanwei and I were separated, there was a saying in the world called "But I felt the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn". Soon, we met again We arrived at the 18 checkpoint successfully, but we got lost when looking for the sign. We gradually left the "army" and went deep into the jungle. The more I think about it, the more surprised I am. I said to Wang Yanwei, "After walking for so long, why didn't I see a figure in front?" I thought to myself: I must finish this task and I can't waste any more time here! "Let's go home!" Wang Yanwei said to me, "Only in this way can we find the mark 18!" Although we are far away from the people in front, we bravely rushed forward with firm belief and finally got out of the maze smoothly. Then I found: Oh, it's not that we walked too slowly, but that we walked too fast and couldn't find a figure. We both smiled sweetly, like blooming flowers.

Then, we took a bus to the seaside. I looked at the charming sea and looked at it carefully with a telescope: "Is that sparkling salt?" I studied in a textbook. " Let's try. We went to the sea to catch crabs again. I was the first person to rush down and feel the cold of the sea. Playing alone is boring, so I said to Zheng Junfeng, "Hey, Junfeng, come down!" After he came down, I took his hand and walked slowly forward. It seems that every step has buoyancy. Seeing us playing at sea, others followed suit. ...

Time is like water, and this short day passed quickly. Now look at this photo of an autumn outing, and I feel really happy that day.

Story 9 in the photo. Look! This photo shows me dancing in the Peach Blossom Garden. How happy I am! Speaking of this photo, there is a beautiful story!

It was a Sunday morning, and my sister and mother went to the Peach Blossom Garden together. The peach blossoms there are really beautiful! A large peach blossom, like a pink ocean. Pink petals, yellow stamens and bright green leaves. In the golden sunshine, it looks particularly beautiful! Look! How the blooming pink petals look like a beautiful girl's little face!

Suddenly, a breeze blew and the pink peach blossoms danced like ballerinas. The bright green leaves make graceful movements like the best man. At this time, my sister and I picked a peach blossom and put it on our heads, just like two peach fairies falling from the sky, spinning and dancing ... Just listening, my mother "clicked" and took this beautiful moment.

I especially like this photo, so I hung it in a very eye-catching place at home. Every time I see this photo, I will think of that wonderful time.

The story in the photo is 10. What was I like when I was young? Big eyes or small eyes? I found a box of photo albums from the closet and wanted to look back at my newborn appearance. I pulled out one of them, which was the first photo album of my life.

Ha! I am so cute in the photo! He has a chubby face and a round body. Look! I was sleeping, my mom teased me, my dad hugged me, took a shower, chewed my fingers, sat ... Dad, a photographer, recorded my every tiny change with a camera.

Turning it over, I suddenly saw a special photo and I was attracted by it. That's the only photo in the album where I cry! I saw my sister helplessly holding my bald head in her hand and sitting on the tram in the park. What about me? You look like you're going to cry, but you haven't completely cried yet. What injustice have I suffered? It should be fun to ride in a sedan chair, right? Did dad want to make me cry on purpose? I had to find out, so I decided to ask my mother.

My mother kindly told me the story in this photo: I was only six months old at that time, because my parents had been busy with work and didn't have time to take me to the park to take pictures. It happened that my parents were resting that day and decided to take my cousin and me to the park to take some photos as a souvenir. They happily took me to Gong Yuan, but I slept well and slept all the time. They are anxious for me to wake up soon. In order to wake me up, they used all kinds of tricks-grabbing the soles of my feet and pinching my nose ... Finally, I stretched and kicked my calf before I woke up. Dad quickly opened the lens cover, and my mother quickly let my sister sit in the sedan chair, and then gave me to my sister. But when I saw the Monkey King, I thought it was a big monster. I was so scared that I didn't sit in the sedan chair and tried to get rid of my sister's hand. One moment my mother told me a story, and the other moment she made me laugh with a toy ... but I totally ignored them, and I was very hungry before I knew it. They were still teasing me, and I don't know why I didn't want to take pictures. I finally couldn't help it. When my mouth was flat and my nose was wrinkled, Jin Doudou came out of my eyes and looked at my mother with injustice. "e-e-e-e-e-e" alarmed my mother, and my father thought I was crying so badly that he quickly "clicked!" Took this picture of me crying. Or when my mother knew me and wanted to breastfeed me, I fell asleep in my mother's arms. My father was very interested and wanted to pose for me and take more photos as a souvenir, but I ignored them and slept. Finally, they came happily and went home disappointed. My mother said that my father still couldn't put down his camera when he got home. He said, "I didn't take a picture of my daughter today."

After hearing this story, I couldn't help laughing. I couldn't cooperate. It seems that there is a good story in every photo.