The story of an old photo

The story of an old photo

The old photo is black and white, but it can record the happiness and worries of the past moments. After years of washing, only the edges are The corners have turned yellow, but this ancient red, this deep yellow has preserved this moment, making it eternal...

In the clutter of my house, there is a The box is an old box that has been sealed for a long time. It is covered with thick dust and looks particularly fragile under the sneak attack of time. One weekend, I had nothing to do and was ready to open the box that had been sleeping for a long time. After dusting off the dust, the box was dry and cracked, as if it was smiling at me, but I didn't expect it to be a "smile hiding a knife". I cried out "Ah", the "culprit" was a spider, you know, I'm most afraid of spiders. After I processed it, the old black and white photos stood out to me. Out of curiosity, I arranged the photos neatly and picked out my favorite one. In the photo, there were two people standing side by side. Young women, who are they? This question flashed through my mind. I suddenly realized that the one standing on the right looked like my grandmother. In the photo, she had her two thick braids tied up in her hat. Her eyes were wide open, as if she was looking forward to something. The corners of her mouth were slightly curved. She was wearing a military uniform that was popular at the time, and she was holding a pamphlet in her hand. It looked like Full of energy... I couldn't help but smile, but for a moment, another feeling came straight to my heart, giving me a chill. From the slightly raised corners of the mouths and bright eyes of the two people in the photo, it was revealed A melancholy, a melancholy, an unexpected bitterness. I couldn't help but ask myself: How could this happen? Maybe, I'm too sensitive.

The confusion in my heart suppressed me for a long time. I thought that there must be a story with great influence behind this photo. When I looked closely at the photo, I only found that the time was 68.2.4, and I didn’t see anything else. In order to find out the ins and outs of the matter, I specially asked my grandmother. At that time, my grandma was cooking. She looked at the photos in my hand, looked at me, slowly put down her work, and said kindly: "That period was the beginning of the ten years of catastrophe. Farmers are not farming, students are not studying, workers are not working, and all intellectuals have to be paraded on the streets. The whole of China is in the darkest period, and cultural development is almost standing still..." After grandma finished speaking, she raised her head and Staring out the window into the distance, eyes shining with hope...

Ten years of catastrophe, life at that time was just like this black and white photo - colorless and tasteless. As the saying goes! "Books are the ladder of human progress" "Books are the food for the human spirit" What a painful thing it is to reject knowledge! Knowledge creates everything. These ten years of catastrophe have not only delayed the development of culture, but also delayed the precious time of the older generation to learn Chinese culture!

Fortunately, that dark time has passed, so should I study hard? Should I do what I can do more carefully, more delicately, and more meticulously? Those years will never happen again, but it left me with new experiences and new understandings, all of which originated from this old photo and the colorless world...

Old photo’s Story

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

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 of 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 honor to our family, and they even 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 time.

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 words "Happy Birthday to Tiantian" 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 liked it. big cake! I excitedly looked around it, 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 the photo

The "photo album" Things, I think, are 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 took a picture of my very embarrassed look.

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

In my 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 colorfully as rainbows. 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

This photo was taken at home when my daughter was in the second grade of elementary school. At that time, my family lived in a dry building, and we lived on the fifth floor, so the room was a bit damp. , there will be many black spots of mildew on the walls, and a broken piece of glass in the window will not be replaced for two years, so I will make do with a piece of calendar paper taped over it. I can't help it, I'm all busy.

The dual-card cassette player on the desk is a big piece of the family. It cost more than 400 yuan to buy. I bought a tape of Teresa Teng's songs from a smuggler in front of a shopping mall for 10 yuan, and secretly listened to it at home, because it was forbidden in that era. But I like to listen.

One day, my daughter came home from school and said: "Mom.

The teacher has given me an essay, but what should I do if I don’t know how to write it? "I asked her what the topic was. He said: "There is no proposition, just let us write about a kind of flower."

Seeing that my daughter couldn't write it after thinking hard, I inspired her and said: "Linlin, Do you think the pot of flowers on our window sill looks pretty? "Beautiful, red flowers." My daughter was admiring the pot of pomegranate flowers.

So I then asked her: "How many years has that pot of flowers been in our house?" "It's been several years, I can't remember."

I asked her again: "Who gave that potted flower to our family?" "Grandma Wang next door"

I continued to ask my daughter: "How does mom water the flowers every day? What do the flowers look like when they first come?" What did it look like later?" When I said this, my daughter said excitedly: "Mom, I have thought about it, and I will write about this pot of pomegranate flowers! "

Two days later, my daughter came home from school and told me with a proud look: "Mom, our teacher Gao read my composition "My Family's Pomegranate Flower" in front of the whole class today." I was so praised.

Seeing my daughter’s happy face, I said to her: “Writing is actually not difficult, as long as you always pay attention to the little things around you, write more diaries and more. Read and you will have inspiration."

At that time, I had a Tom brand camera at home. That day, my husband left this somewhat "pretentious" photo of our mother and daughter. Although it was a little pretentious Ingredients, but it is true that every time I see this photo, I am filled with emotion...

The story of the old photo

This is me. Taken at the moment when the mother-daughter relationship with my aunt was severed.

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

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, the neighbor's girl 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 take it back to me. From then on, my aunt became a tearful person, and from then on, I changed and became a bad-tempered 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. "My mother 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 caught up with me. "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 yearn for my old life.