The story of a photo

A photo story 1 I opened the yellowed photo album and saw an unforgettable thing when I was a child.

The story comes from a Children's Day on June 1st, and the girls in our class are going to perform a program together. We decided to dance. I was very different then than I am now. At that time, my skin color was the same as that of girls in the same year, but I was a bit like a boy.

That day, our class was the first to dance together. This dance is very good. It's in tune The headmaster asked questions on the spot. Then there are other classes. When we don't go on stage at halftime, dad will take pictures of us girls when we put on the clothes to perform. I took photos with my classmates. One time, girls took photos together, and the other time, they took photos in pairs. That's interesting.

When we came out, we jumped out perfectly according to the dance we rehearsed before. When dancing, we seem to be dancing alone, acting in unison, without panic and tension. In the circle, we are very United. So I corrected the mistakes and confusion in the previous dance practice. Perfect result.

How time flies! Now I am a teenager. I really want to stay the way I was when I was a child forever. However, time is not fixed at a certain time, and people have to grow. In the future, I may lose my childhood freedom and suffer any hardships. But I don't feel sorry for it.

Story of a photo 2 In the photo album at home, I cherish the photos from small to large. Looking at those photos, the past will come to mind one by one. When I opened the kindergarten photo album, the photos that caught my eye opened my laughing mechanism.

You see, in the photo, I am sleepy, my hair, eyebrows, nose and chin are covered with bright white fat grains, and I look at the camera with an iron hand ... As long as I see this photo, I will laugh hysterically.

That was when I was in the Doudou class in kindergarten. Grandma used to feed me at home. When I first arrived in kindergarten, I was not used to eating by myself. I am the slowest in my class, and there is no one. One day, while eating, I actually dozed off, bit by bit like a chicken pecking rice. Fire, a head buried in the rice bowl-asleep! When the teacher saw it, he quickly raised his head. Only then did he see me. The white and bright rice grains stuck to my chubby little face, and there were more in my hair!

Don't think that taking photos will end this matter, then you are all wet. This matter is not over yet. The teacher asked my classmates to feed me, but I fell asleep lazily while eating, just like I wanted VIP special treatment. The students next to me can fall asleep when they see me eating, so they all hear the sound and come around to see how my "master" can sleep while eating. They all burst out laughing when they saw the rice grains on my face.

Whenever I see this photo and recall this embarrassing thing, I can't help laughing, "Ha ha ha, ha ha ha …", and the sound always spreads all over the room, and my parents can't help laughing with me.

Have you ever laughed at a photo?

Story 3 of a photo is always in my mind, the first photo taken with Brother Tong in strawberry orchard. Look, Brother Tong and I are leaning together, standing between two rows of strawberries, smiling, while Brother Tong is carrying a basket full of big and red strawberries in his left hand.

That afternoon, my father drove me to see Brother Tong and set out to pick strawberries together. When I arrived at the strawberry garden, I saw a little red in the green leaves, as if red fish were swimming around in the green ocean. "ah! A lot of strawberries! " Brother Tong and I cried with excitement!

Brother Tong can't wait to pick strawberries. I quickly stopped him and said, "Brother Tong, you forgot your basket!" " I quickly handed him the basket and went to pick strawberries together. We lowered our heads, held the leaves in our hands, and carefully searched for strawberries hidden under the leaves. Suddenly, Brother Tong shouted, "Kevin, there are many strawberries here!" " I hurried over to have a look, ah! What a big strawberry. At this time, "Brother Tong" pulled hard and accidentally pulled out the strawberry with fruit and leaves. The old woman who planted strawberries came over and said with distress, "Children, how can you pick strawberries like this?" ! You should grab the strawberry with one hand and carefully pick it off the fruit base with the other! "

We picked it happily according to grandma's method, and unconsciously, we picked a big basket of big and red strawberries. Seeing our tacit understanding, my aunt smiled and said, "You are so close, you might as well take a picture as a souvenir." When the shutter flashed, my aunt recorded this wonderful time for us.

Summer vacation is coming to an end. I wish I could play with Brother Tong again in the summer vacation.

Story 4 of a photo: I was shocked. I feel sorry for myself in front of me. The mouse hovered over everyone's face in the photo for a while. As if the future is touching the past. Tears have filled my eyes.

I have a handsome face in the photo, but my cross-eyed and big mouth "ruined" my image. Thought of here, I can't help laughing. In the upper left corner is the "big sister" of our primary school class. Moreover, Jin Yong's novels in her hand are the favorite of Jin Yong fans in our primary school. On the right is a famous "bad student" with great courage. Seeing this, I can't help thinking of that day.

On the last day of primary school, I walked into the school gate with a heavy heart. Take a quick sniff at the flowers. The class is not as noisy as before, and everyone is doing their own thing silently. We don't know when the teacher will come into the classroom. The teacher said to us gently, "I know you are all very sad." We have gone through five spring and autumn periods together. We have experienced all kinds of things together, 38 smiling faces will always be remembered in our hearts, and we will always be a group of five (3). " The teacher's words touched us deeply. After listening to the teacher, we looked at each other and passed on the best side to each other. "So the students on duty on Friday ..." I encouraged myself: "At the last minute, we must make the class the cleanest!"

The students left one after another. We students on duty are sweating in it. Xia Hanyi, my "best friend" decided to help us. Although I only clean the blackboard, I also have to clean the computer and the podium. It is much easier for me to get help from my best friend. Everyone is sweating like a pig, but they have the same beliefs as me. /kloc-after 0/5 minutes, I feel very warm when I look at my "work". "Take a picture, Li Lingyun, you stand in front!" "Click" a photo was born. When I think of the past in primary school, I keep thinking about it. ...

Fate, let me be like you in September when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom; Dream, let me separate from you in the scorching sun in June. Friends, in the five days you spent together, friendship made me cherish it even more. It is you who make my gloomy days wonderful, and it is you who let me discover the beauty of life. For all this, let me follow the footsteps I walked with you.

Story of a photo 5 Open the photo album, and a black and white photo stands out in the color photo. This photo has been taken for more than 50 years. It was taken when Grandpa came back from the army after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War and worked as a railway dispatcher at Jinan Railway Station.

This is a family photo. Grandma sat in the middle, holding her second and third uncles who were only a few months old. She was only two or three years old at that time. When this photo was taken, my elder sister-in-law and my father were not born yet! The grandparents in the photo are about 30 years old. Although black and white, it is difficult to hide their beauty.

My grandfather is a man with a story. Every time I look through the photo album, my father will tell me grandpa's story, although he doesn't remember much. Grandpa is a soldier and has seven medals. He is a company commander and participated in the Huaihai Campaign and the Pingjin Campaign. Participated in the liberation of Qingdao and Weifang; Grandpa is a volunteer and participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. Dad said that in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, Grandpa was a signal soldier. In one of the battles, Grandpa was almost hit by enemy shells. At that time, the enemy bombed very violently. Grandpa was lying in a corner, and a comrade-in-arms told him to leave there quickly. Grandpa suddenly rolled on the spot, and a shell landed where Grandpa had just dodged. It's really thrilling I think the battlefield is full of such thrilling scenes. We are threatened with death at any time, and we may die at any time. Our happy life today is really hard-won!

Dad said that during grandpa's aid to Korea, the conditions were very difficult! The living facilities are simple and the environment is bad. I hardly slept, and most of them were lying in clothes; I have hardly eaten a full meal and often use wild vegetables to satisfy my hunger; My hands and feet are cracked with cold, and there is almost no good place. Dad said grandpa would wash his feet when he came back from changing jobs. Grandpa's toenails are thick and hard, and they have to be soaked in hot water to cut them. Grandpa often tells his father: "So many good comrades-in-arms and comrades-in-arms have died on the Korean battlefield. Compared with those of us who survived by luck, we are very happy! " Be content and grateful! "

Grandpa's more than ten years of experience in joining the army and his life in the war can be written into more than a dozen thick books, but unfortunately there is no record and he has no chance to listen to his story with his own eyes. Every time I open the photo album, I always pester my father to tell him a story about my grandfather. Unfortunately, my father knows very little. I can only look at the photos and imagine grandpa's heroic scene of killing the enemy between the war and the bullets. I always thought it would be nice if grandpa were still alive. I can kneel in front of him and listen to him tell stories on the battlefield, understand history and remember it.

A picture story 6 A little boy and his parents just got off the train next to the old Shanghai Railway Station. The mother held the little boy, the father carried the luggage, and the family of three walked and talked and laughed.

Suddenly, the voice of the plane came, and someone said, "The devil is coming, run." They left their luggage and ran away. However, my father was blown away by a bomb, and my mother shouted my father's name, but there were cries and cries. Suddenly, a Grenade flew down from a height, and the mother was not in a hurry to avoid it, and forced the child out. The child fell a few meters away from her mother and the Grenade exploded at her feet. Mother lay in a pool of blood and couldn't get up again. The child shouted, "Mom and Dad".

After the explosion stopped, a kind reporter saw the lonely little boy and sent him to an orphanage. From then on, he never saw his parents again, and he was not taken care of.

I want to compare with him, how happy I am now, with my parents playing together and a good school.

I hope people all over the world will maintain peace and stop the war.

The story of a photo 7 is on my hard disk, and some memories have gradually blurred with the passage of time. But as long as you open these yellowed old photos, you can always re-scan this memory and burn it in your mind. This set of photos was fixed at the moment when I went to Kangding a long time ago. The smiling face in this photo is full of this happy atmosphere. ...

"On the mountain of Ma Benteng, there is an erratic cloud shining on Kangding, an erratic city ..." Accompanied by the crisp music "Love Song of Kangding", we followed the warm sunrise, walked the road of the Red Army's Long March and came to my father's hometown-Kangding.

We came to Happy Valley Mountain by cable car.

My little sister and I are curious about everything. In the face of national costumes that make us feel refreshed, we are as busy as a bee, and we can't wait to find our favorite clothes to wear in the sea of clothes. It's so beautiful, I suddenly feel like a little princess in a fairy tale. By the way, should a princess match a handsome prince charming? Speaking of the devil, the master came with a white horse "Prince".

I got on the horse carefully, feeling like I was filming a costume drama. I sat on horseback, posed a few handsome poss, and posed a few lovely moves. Dad quickly grabbed the camera and was very busy.

No sooner had I entered Wanshan Circle than I flashed a mountain block. We left Kuaima Mountain talking and laughing and came to Zheduo Mountain, another famous scenic spot in Kangding.

There is no sunshine in Happy Mountain, but it is just the opposite-snow all over the sky, wrapped in silver, just like Yaochi fairyland, a paradise on earth. It's like a paradise of snow, brewing a white dream.

Stepping into this snowy country, Snowflake and I had a close hug and blew a kiss with it. I suddenly felt the beauty and generosity of nature and the romance of ice and snow. Snow, flying in the air, showed its graceful dance to the fullest, and dyed qingqing grasslands into a cotton ball, which was huge and boundless. ...

We had snowball fights, played hide-and-seek and laughed in the cold air.

This is the set of old photos, and this is the story of old photos. I will always keep these memories in an album and treat them as a unique "happy mediator" when I am unhappy.

There is a very precious photo on my desk. The little girl in the photo is wearing a brand-new school uniform, snow-white sneakers and carrying a brand-new schoolbag, standing at the school gate, squinting and smiling in the bright sunshine. That little girl is me.

September 20xx 1 is an exciting and uneasy day for me. That day, I got up early and urged my mother to put on her new school uniform and shoes and carry a new schoolbag. After dressing up, I stood in front of the mirror and looked around. I was very excited and thought, I'm going to be a primary school student. I have grown up. I can do many things I want to do. On the way to school, I sat in the car and felt a little uneasy, thinking: How is the new school? Will the teacher be strict? What's the new class reunion like? A series of questions, inexplicably emerged. It's almost school, and I can see the big brothers and sisters at the school gate welcoming us little brothers and sisters. They are all energetic, smiling and very kind. I followed my mother out of the car, took her hand and walked nervously to school. It's almost the school gate, and my palms are a little sweaty. My mother turned her head and smiled and said to me, "Baby, don't be nervous. You are going to be a pupil. You must be brave. " At this time, a teacher at the school gate came over, took my hand and said with a smile, "Welcome new students to our school." The affable appearance of the teacher immediately made me feel very warm. I let go of my mother's hand and walked to school. Suddenly, I heard my mother calling me, "Yu Youbing, turn around and I'll take a picture of you." The beautiful and precious moment of "click" was recorded in this way.

Unconsciously, it has been four years. Every time I see this photo, I will think of what I used to look like. Now that I am the squadron leader, I will continue to work hard to make myself better.

Photo story 9. My mother is a photographer. From birth, I like to record my life with photos. Among my many photos, one is particularly interesting: our father and son are lying on the edge of the bathtub, staring at it. Want to know what we're looking at? It starts with a trip during the summer vacation.

I remember a few days when the heat was unbearable, so my family decided to go to the famous seaside town of Xiangshan for the summer. After dinner, the sunset gradually faded, and we couldn't wait to catch the sand crab hiding in the sand hole. A bucket, a shovel and a flashlight. Let's take these simple things and go!

When we arrived at the seaside, the night was completely low, the stars were shining in the sky, and the sea was patting the beach and rocks. Under the guidance of moonlight, we look for the target like night rangers.

The four of us scattered our actions and wandered aimlessly on the beach with flashlights. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black shadow. When I looked intently, it was an extremely thin sand crab. In the light, it's staring at me, too. We have one big eye and one small eye.

The sand crab reacted very quickly. Before I jumped forward, the wind at his feet wheezed away like a speedboat. I shouted and followed closely. Not far away, my father heard the sound and quickly covered the fast-moving sand crab with a shovel. I saw my father carefully lift a shovel, then hold its shell and put the claws of "big pliers" into the sand bucket.

The first sand crab caught here is my blind cat meets dead mouse. Next, we dug a tunnel by looking for a bunker and caught three more, two of which were husband and wife crabs found in the same hole.

Back to the hotel, we put the sand crabs in the bathtub and watched them chase inside with relish. Mom also took the opportunity to capture the moment when our father and son were "stupid". Every time I see this photo, I will recall the happy time when I caught crabs.

A photo story 10 I saw a real photo in the textbook, which was a real scene taken by a reporter on August 28, 937, and it was a record of the atrocities committed by Japan in bombing Shanghai Railway Station.

My thoughts also crossed to that day. Passers-by are in a hurry to leave. The railway station is very crowded, immobile and full of noise. People want to escape by train. Suddenly, a bomber hovered in the sky, and the sound of enemy planes buzzing everywhere. I don't know who panicked and shouted: "The Japanese bomber is coming!" The crowd was a mess and many people were trampled on the ground. With a bang, the missile fell to the ground, and many people were blown to the sky, bloody and fell in a pool of blood. A straight overpass split in two, pressing the fleeing people below, surrounded by reinforced concrete, sawdust and collapsed houses. The Japanese aggressors continued bombing, and their grimaces came from time to time in the sky. Groans, cries for help and cries are endless. Smoke billowed around, making people confused about the southeast and northwest, and filled them with endless despair. Both sides of the avenue were covered with black fragments, and broken walls was scattered on the ground. ......

There is a little boy. His name is Wang Hai. His parents fell between the ruins to protect him. Wang Hai looked at the sky and shouted, "Mom and Dad, where are you?" ? There is silence everywhere. I'm so scared! Don't leave me! "Wang hai's eyes rolled with tears, sitting on a board, falling off, holding the board with his hands, very confused, what about his parents? He sighed with a heartbreaking cry on his face. While he was watching, a train split in two and the tracks were in a mess. Bang, Wang Hai was killed by a missile falling from the sky. Before he died, he muttered: Peace! Peace! Peace!

I went back to 20xx, and passed on Wang Hai's wish to gun makers and gunmen all over the world, making them understand: for the sake of children no longer being homeless, for the sake of children no longer losing their loved ones, and for the sake of children no longer being filled with the smoke of war. We should take action to stop the war and let the god of peace live on the earth forever!

A photo story 1 1 Open the textbook and a black-and-white photo comes into view. This is the real scene shot by the reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th. 1937.

The original bustling scene was reduced to ruins in a burst of indiscriminate bombing. Broken overpasses, twisted railways, broken houses, brick fragments all over the floor, smoke in the air and bloody bodies everywhere.

In the photo, a little boy of about three or four years old is sitting alone on the twisted and damaged railway track, crying loudly. Why is he crying? Why is he alone? Where are his parents and relatives? A question mark came to my mind.

I saw the little boy in rags, with a small hole in the west and a big hole in the east, like a mouse gnawing. He still has a teddy bear in his hand. I vaguely heard the little boy crying. He seems to be saying, mom and dad, where are you? It seems to say, mom and dad, come and help me! It's like saying, dad, don't leave me! However, who will answer him? There are only ruthless shells, only broken tiles on the ground, only bouts of crying.

Perhaps, not long ago, the little boy was still playing and chasing with his friends on the platform. Maybe I'm still asleep in my mother's warm arms, dreaming sweet dreams; Maybe I'm clamoring for my father to buy a delicious sugar-coated gourd and try it. However, all these beautiful things were blown up by the ruthless shells of the invaders. There are no bustling railway stations, children's playful laughter, crowds coming and going, delicious Sugar-Coated Berry and lively atmosphere.

Looking at this picture, I can't help but see the train station where the gunfire is flying, as if I saw a child on the street, crying and crying in pain! I seem to smell the thick smoke and flesh in the air. I thought I heard a child crying. They burst into tears, as if they heard the laughter of the Japanese invaders!

How many happy homes were destroyed by the indiscriminate bombing of the Japanese aggressors! How many children will say that they are reduced to the streets! The aggressor is the devil! Let's maintain peace and stop the war together!

The Story of a Photo 12 On Sunday afternoon, when I was tidying up the bookshelf, I found a photo. In the photo, I am "rolling" with my beloved panda doll, with a happy smile on my face.

It was the May Day holiday this year. My parents and I went to the giant panda base in Chengdu, where there are many panda halls. We went to see one of them first. There are three very cute little pandas in it. There is a little panda sleeping on the top of a big tree, so high that I am particularly worried that it will fall and get hurt. The other one is strolling angrily in the yard. It turned out that it had just woken up and was rushed to the yard by the administrator. In addition, a baby giant panda is flexibly climbing from tree to tree. Its meat is fat and round, and the branches of young trees are almost crushed by it. Then, we visited other panda halls, and the pandas in them were also very cute. I also want a lovely panda, so my parents and I carefully selected a panda doll in a souvenir shop and named it "Gungun". After leaving this store, my mother helped me take a photo with "Gungun". How happy I am to have such a lovely panda!

Today, when I saw this photo again, I remembered that happy and unforgettable holiday.

A photo story 13 Open the textbook and you will see an old photo.

This is1August 28th, 937. The hateful Japanese invaders bombed the Nanjing Railway Station in Shanghai and were photographed by reporters.

In the photo, the house collapsed and there were ruins everywhere. Part of a bombed-out bridge collapsed. Next to the bombed railway, sat a child of about two or three years old. The picture is a mess.

The child in this photo is still with his family in the morning. In the morning, their family got on the train with the crowd. They ate with relish. Suddenly, there was a huge rumble in the sky. It turned out to be the Japanese invaders! They vandalized the lower part of the plane.

Mom and dad took his hand and ran out. At this time, Dad was dispersed by the crowd. Mother pulled him to continue running. Suddenly, a bomb fell from the air and was about to fall on them. My mother pushed him aside and heard a bang. My mother and several others disappeared into the smoke. ...

The child sat on the railway, staring blankly at everything in front of him. He cried and shouted, but who could hear him? He is still waiting for his parents to pick him up, but he doesn't know that his mother and father have been killed by evil Japanese bombs and left forever ... The child has been pushed into the abyss of pain and despair before seeing the beauty of the world.

The child was finally sent to the welfare home, but he never felt the warmth of home again. He lost the love and care of his parents forever. This scene in front of him when he was a child will always be printed in his heart!

Ah, what a disaster the war has brought to people! How many happy families it broke up! Japanese invaders are cruel executioners and demons!

It is the common aspiration of people to maintain peace and stop war. We need a peaceful environment and a beautiful home!

The story of a photo 14 Whenever I see this photo, I will be very happy, as if I were back in the photo!

It was my sixth birthday, and my mother planned to do it in kindergarten.

In the afternoon, my mother delivered the cake on time and then left in a hurry.

Cake cutting officially began. I made a wish first, and then cut the cake first for the teacher and then for the students. We began to eat the cake, and we all ate it with relish. There are still some cakes that can't be eaten. Our female classmates use them to wipe the face of the gay school, which is very happy.

The next item is giving gifts. Some students send greeting cards; Some send small wool dolls; Some send food; Some give exquisite rulers. Next is a gift from the old teacher. Teacher Wang, the head teacher of our class, gave me a wreath made of yellow paper and red paper. The teacher helped me put it on my head. My best friend Yu said, "Look, how beautiful!" " Other students are also amazed, and I am naturally proud.

The last item is playing games. We play games together, including: grab chairs, hide-and-seek, rubber jumping and so on.

Before you know it, it's afternoon, and the students are going home. We reluctantly left the kindergarten.

This photo is memorable. But I like not only this photo, but also many photos. Only among these photos, I like this one best!

A photo story 15 "Who is this?" My sister asked, pointing to a black-and-white photo with a tender little hand. I took the photo and studied it carefully: under the scorching sun, a young man was scratching around on the dry ground with a towel on his shoulder and a hoe in his hand, with glistening sweat on his forehead and his tongue licking his chapped lips. He is thin and small, wearing a shirt that has been washed white and a pair of trousers that have been washed without knowing what color. I looked at him and I suspected that he was only 14 years old. I asked my father, "Who is this?" Dad looked at the photo affectionately and said with a smile, "This is me!" " "I was surprised to open my mouth. I can't believe it. My real father is wearing a crisp blue shirt, his skin is neither black nor white, his body is strong, and he is nothing like the person in the photo. See I don't believe it, dad vividly tells the story of the past:

"That year, I was only 14 years old. It's dog days when the field is dry. I used my summer vacation to help your grandparents dig the soil. The sun was like fire, and the hot weather made me faint. After waking up, I drank some water, refused to listen to your grandparents' advice, resisted the hoe and put a wet towel on my shoulder to continue my work. Well, I also want to have a rest, but I think if I can't finish digging before school starts, your grandparents will be involved again. "

Dad sighed, took a sip of tea and said:

"At that time, due to natural disasters, the farmers in the field failed to harvest, and no one had enough to eat. Alas, the poor people in our county were unimaginable at that time. " Dad was sad when he said this. In order to break this sad atmosphere, I asked, "Dad, who took this photo?" Dad smiled calmly and said, "Do you remember your neighbor Uncle Li? At that time, it was a well-off family and loved photography. There is only one camera in the village. "

Now that I think about it, I have a very sweet life. I not only eat well, but also wear brand-name clothes, but I am still not satisfied. How can I appreciate the hardships of my father when he was a child? Now I finally feel the superiority of living conditions. We children living in honeypots should cherish the happy life now, work hard and strive for strength.