Story composition of old photos

Story composition of old photos 1 On this day, I picked up the photo album and rummaged through it. One of the photos caught my attention.

In this photo, there are two innocent smiles of children. You must ask me who these two children are! Ha ha! I tell you, the child with a head in front is me, and my sister is laughing behind!

This story has to be told from the beginning. It was the second day of New Year's Day, and we all agreed to go for a walk on the Second Ring Road in the morning. My sister and I jumped three feet high, because there is a waterwheel on the second ring road. My sister and I love to get into the waterwheel and play. Along the way, my sister and I danced and sang hand in hand, and we reached the "end point" unconsciously. The adults also came to the waterwheel with us. Fortunately, there are wooden chairs beside the waterwheel, so they can sit and chat. Because there was water under the waterwheel, my sister and I were carried into the waterwheel by my grandparents. To turn the waterwheel, of course, you have to use your feet. So my sister and I have been kicking "plop!" Inside. Alas! I, a unlucky ghost, forgot that I was not on the flat ground for taking pictures, so I took a step and stepped into the water. I was not convinced, so I pedaled a few times. Stop it! "Oh, my God!" I forgot that my sister hasn't started pedaling yet. Because I worked too hard, I forgot my sister and pushed her to the top half. This time, I learned my lesson, my attention was no longer distracted, and I cooperated well with my sister. But this time, because I was so absorbed, I stood up nervously and put my head out. My sister looked at me and laughed her head off. My mother saw us like this and seized the opportunity to "click" this moment, so this photo will be kept in my photo album forever.

Every time I see this photo, my heart is excited, but time always slips away from our feet and fingers. Now, my sister and I have grown up and are no longer naive children. We all have our own affairs. Now we are all focused on our studies and have no time to play. Moreover, the waterwheel is locked, so it is no longer so dazzling, and my heart will be very depressed, so I have to go home and open the photo album.

This photo has been with me for 3 years and I will keep it forever.

The story composition of old photos has been raining in Mao Mao for two days. I like to look through the photo album at this time and recall the past. It's not pleasant, but I think raindrops are flying in the memory sky just like the past, which makes people relive the ups and downs of the past. When I opened the photo album, many photos appeared in front of me, each of which was very warm, because it was a true record of the past. Looking around, I remember one very deeply. Perhaps no one can find its difference in many photos, but I think it is different because it has a story that I will never forget.

There are three people in the photo. My sister and I are sitting on a stone, and my grandmother is next to me. This photo was taken in Fangta Park. My sister looked happy, but I didn't laugh, as if I were thinking a little, while my grandmother looked at us with ecstasy. Why my sister and I have different expressions? This has to start before taking pictures. On this day, grandma took us to Fangta Park to play. Along the way, there are lush trees, pavilions, rockery ponds and beautiful scenery. We are all in good spirits, talking and laughing. When we walked into a yard and saw a small pond there, grandma suggested taking a picture. Of course, we all raised our hands in favor. Grandma asked us to sit on two stones in front of the rockery, still saying, "Come, my sister sits on the big stone and my sister sits on the small stone. Sit tight! " I quickly sat up and put on a pose that I thought was the cutest, but my sister was unhappy, which made us feel puzzled. Under grandma's patient "negotiation", I finally figured out the reason. It turned out that my sister refused to "feel inferior" and sat on that small stone. Watching me pose, my grandmother had to continue to do "ideological work", but my sister insisted on not sitting, and everyone worked hard. Stiff for a while, I was impatient with writing. "shoot!" I shouted. Grandma looked at me expectantly and said, "Sister, would you like to sit on your big stone?" I quickly sat down on the small stone next to me, and my sister smiled. Grandma boasted, "What a sister! How sensible and humble!" I can't laugh when I think about what my grandmother said, but I keep the word "humility" firmly in my heart.

With the flash of the flash, this moment was stopped, and "humility" was also stopped. Now, my sister and I have grown up, and we will never be unhappy because of trivial matters, but I always remember this story. Even though I don't know what "humility" is, at least I did it, which I have always been proud of. Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like smoothing the memory in my heart.

I have many photo albums at home. Whenever I am free, I like to look through photo albums. Those beautiful photos will give me too many good memories. Whenever this happens, I feel lucky to be born in this beautiful world. There is an old photo that has turned yellow. Every time I see him, I get lost in thought.

The photo is of my father and grandmother. My father was born in 1966, and that photo was taken in the autumn of 1967. In the photo, both father and grandmother are wearing coarse clothes and flowers. Dad is snuggling in grandma's arms, smiling sweetly and holding a big apple in his hand. Behind them is a tall apple tree. The photo was taken in an apple orchard in Yantai. My father was less than two years old that year.

According to adults, ordinary people couldn't afford to take pictures at that time. Even if they want to take pictures, there is no place, and there is hardly a photo studio. Because my grandfather was engaged in geological work at that time and earned a little salary every month, my father had the opportunity to leave this precious childhood photo and this wonderful memory.

I don't remember the day when I heard such a sentence. He said: "China's parents are the best parents in the world!" Isn't it? Seeing this photo reminds me of maternal love again. My grandmother is very kind to my father. Behind this photo, my father later carefully wrote two words with a pen-"Si En". A triangle symbol is also drawn behind the word "Si En", which may be that my father always reminds himself never to forget the kindness and love of his parents!

The father in the photo is very cute and grows up healthily under the care of his mother. From an ignorant child, he grew into a handsome boy, a college student, and later, after graduating from college, he went to the society and became a useful person to the society. All these achievements could not have been achieved without grandma's nagging and hard work. The obedient father lived up to grandma's expectations. After years of hard work, he repaid his benefactor and society with his practical actions.

As the saying goes, "Thirty-eight years have passed in a blink of an eye". Time is like running water, and time waits for no one! Is the apple tree in the old photo still there? I don't know. But I know that the mother and son under the tree, the naive little boy-my father, has now entered middle age; That young woman, my grandmother, has silver hair. Now they are living a happy life in Linzi, and continue to show their deep mother-child feelings.

I remembered Tao Yuanming's poem: if the prime of life does not come again, it will be difficult to wake up one day; It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. I secretly made up my mind that I would never let the years pass by like water. I would cherish time like my father, study hard and learn skills to repay the society and my relatives.

Story composition of the old photo 4 When I was bored, I inadvertently looked up and saw this exquisite and happy old photo-the only family photo. Silent for a while, carefully, crept down from the bedside of the bedroom, gently and slowly holding a paper ball to wipe the dust. ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zibo Zhangdian No.3 Middle School Grade 6: Summer.

The story composition of an old photo 5 I am leafing through a book, and I look around. Suddenly, I took out a photo. Er, no ... I saw the girl in the photo holding a pair of chopsticks and sending a piece of meat to her mouth. That girl is me. I don't have a deep memory of my childhood, but whenever I think about it, even I can't help laughing.

It happened seven years ago when I was six years old. I clearly remember that on a Sunday night, my father invited my grandparents to our house for dinner. I chatted with my grandparents, and my father went shopping. After my father came back, I came to my father in high spirits and asked, "Dad, what's in this black bag?" Dad didn't speak, and silently took out the things in the bag. "Wow, what is this? Turtle? What a big turtle! " I said loudly. Dad still didn't speak, just smiled. "Shall we eat this today?" "hmm." "Oh, I don't want to eat turtles, I don't want to." "You don't eat? This thing is very nutritious and delicious. " "Then I won't eat either." "You want to eat later." "I don't want to eat any more!" Dad smiled at me and then went to cook.

After a while, I ate. I sat down at the table and saw a plate of braised pork. After braising in soy sauce, the appearance of the meat was blurred, and I didn't know what meat it was at that time. So I asked my father again, "Dad, what meat is on that plate?" I said, pointing to the plate. Dad blurted out: "tiger meat." "Is it really tiger meat? Then you must eat it later! " My father snickered at once when he heard my words. Now I'm thinking about my tiger meat, whether my father laughs or not. After dinner, I immediately put my chopsticks into the so-called "tiger meat", which was the first bite. "Ah, delicious, delicious!" I said finish the first piece. Dad also smiled and said, "Yes, it's delicious!" Then, I put the second piece in my mouth and was about to send it to my mouth. At this moment, my father recorded this moment with his camera.

I immediately returned to reality from my thoughts. It's funny to think about it. Why do I eat tiger meat as soon as I hear it? Even now, I don't know what I was thinking, hahaha. But I have long known that the "turtle" was a turtle at that time, and the "tiger meat" at that time was a turtle. Whenever I eat fish with nails again, I will think of this interesting thing and make myself laugh.

"Tiger Meat"? "Nail fish", so tiger meat is nail fish!

Story composition of old photos 6 There is a story behind every photo. More is a story that makes people happy, and everyone wants to leave their happiest smile.

Whenever I have time, I will open a thick photo album and recall one happy thing after another. Inadvertently, my eyes stayed on an old photo, in which my sister stood next to a big tiger and was scared to cry.

It was the fourth grade summer vacation, and our family and relatives met to go to Tangzi Mountain. There were many people on the road that day. From a distance, the cars line up in a long queue. At that end, there is a mountain. At first glance, it looks like black ink flowing from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. When you look closely, it is a dense green shadow covering the mountain.

It's almost time, my father parked the car and prepared to walk the last section. After walking for a while, someone began to get impatient: "How far is it?" We won't know this question until we go through it again. There are many stalls selling things by the roadside. Let's look at the children here and there. It was fun!

When I came to the foot of the mountain, I was surprised to see the crowd: how many people are there? Is everyone from Zaoyang here? The crowd was so crowded that my sister and I clung to my mother's hand and followed my father for fear that we could not find anyone. Just then, my sister took my hand and ran, and then pointed to a place, her eyes kept flashing: "Look, there is a peacock." Following her hand, the two of us looked, a big peacock stood on a big pillar, holding its proud head high, and its blue and golden feathers sparkled in my eyes, but did not move. Next to the pillar lies a tiger, whose spotted face contrasts with black and white fur, and the king's character composed of black lines on his head shows the majesty of the king of the forest.

Then my dad came up and said, "What are you doing here? What if I can't find it at the moment? " His words carried his seriousness and concern. I turned around and pointed to the tiger and said, "Let my sister take a picture with it. She has always been brave. " Dad took out his camera without saying a word. My sister was very happy to see the tiger, but when she heard this, her ruddy face suddenly turned pale and turned and ran away. I immediately took her to the tiger and let her stand next to it. A girl with red eyes stood beside the tiger when her father took a photo. Just after taking the photo, she ran behind her mother and hid, and tears fell down. I was just trying to scare her. Who knew she would cry? Thought of here, I smiled.

Looking through the photo album, the past swept my mind. Now let's record our carefree moments, so that we can see them again without regrets.

Story Composition of Old Photos 7 In the fleeting years, time has washed everything away. Behind the dark yellow photos are memories passed down from generation to generation. The memories of the past are always happy, just like bitter coffee, which has lost its strong flavor and recalled myself at that time.

The photo is the footprint of the past, and my memory is still fresh. That photo is my homework in kindergarten. I went to nature to take a beautiful photo of myself. I was young and immature at that time. I can't catch a big tree with both hands. I sat on the ground and cried. The crying made the tree shake and fell into pieces of comfort. I didn't think of the old tree. I am very excited to see my good friend. My parents told me that as long as I can hold this big tree, I will buy you cotton candy. Sugar is sweet, but I always try to get it with sweat. I am alone.

In the evening, we sat on the top of the pavilion, and one person said that we should take a good picture. I said: the brightest star in the night sky, please light my way! Jingjing said: the softness of the moon is our mood! It's like saying: the appearance of wind and rain is a difficult journey.

So far, my journey, this is the time when dew falls from the leaves on the trunk, drops on the mushrooms and drops on my hands. Who can light up my future?

The next day, my mother said you were going to take pictures there. I saw the situation at that time and recalled that we were wandering in the small garden in the Rulin Yachuan. We do it together, one takes turns, and we fly kites. Kites are flying in the air, and our kites are almost together.

At noon, the sun is so dazzling. We sat in the tent, eating our own barbecue and sushi, which was cool and comfortable. Everyone said in unison: the future is beautiful, and today is also beautiful. As a result, we were inseparable and became empty. There is nothing there, and our hearts are empty. We open our hearts before the dew drops in the morning. Mom said, you call this a girlfriend tree! You can remember it when you come back later!

Time is always short, memories are footprints of the past, that cup of coffee is still there, but the strong taste has disappeared. This moment is permanently fixed.

Memory, the leaves have withered, our memory is still there, but the photo is dark yellow.

How long has it been since I opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From those faded photo albums, a ray of laughter floated out half a year ago, and my eyes stayed on this graduation photo.

The graduation exam is coming soon, and our whole sixth grade is full of tension. There are no active students in the alley. They are all studying hard in the classroom to prepare for this year's graduation exam.

"The classmates, everyone lined up, we go to the stage to get graduation photo!

"At this time, the head teacher came into the classroom and told everyone that we thought it would be very exciting, but no one in the class got up and walked away, put down their pens and bowed their heads thoughtfully. We all know in our hearts that graduation photo symbolizes that our primary school life is coming to an end, and our classmates have gone their separate ways, so there will be little time to meet again in the future. We can no longer read early together and attend the morning meeting together. The head teacher seemed to see our thoughts and said earnestly, "Students, six years have passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, we have experienced ups and downs, made great progress, and have many good memories. Now you are about to enter the gate of middle school, and you are about to enter the hall of advanced knowledge. Although you are very reluctant, we should not be sad. We should say goodbye to our alma mater happily, and we should keep smiling in graduation photo.

"After listening to the teacher in charge, we suddenly realized and ran to the stage happily.

On the stage, we see that the sky is particularly blue today and birds are performing. The camera teacher helped us arrange our positions and shouted "one, two, three." "eggplant!

"We shouted in chorus. With a click, our smiling faces were fixed on this photo.

Inadvertently turned to this photo, I carefully studied everyone in the photo, and a happy past came to my mind. ...

Story composition of old photos 9 When I was very young, my grandfather often took me to sit in my big rocking chair and taught me poems, such as: "I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go abroad." "Peach blossoms flow deep into thousands of feet; Not as good as Wang Lun. " Wait a minute. Grandpa is always lost in thought after reading poems. ...

Grandpa's bedroom has a bookshelf with his collection on it. In the most conspicuous place, there is an old photo, which was taken when Grandpa joined the army. Grandpa often cleans it spotlessly.

Once, while playing there, I accidentally knocked off the photo and broke the glass on it. Grandpa flew into a rage and not only scolded me, but also scolded my parents. Later, he found a new photo frame, wiped the photos clean and put them back on the bookshelf. While doing all this, he kept mumbling: "I'm sorry, old monitor, the child is not sensible, don't blame, don't blame." Later, he told me ...

That year, not long after I joined the army, the old monitor took us into the mountains to carry out the task. Our camp was stationed in a ravine at that time. Suddenly, one day, it began to rain at dawn, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, like a downpour, like a downpour, and mountain torrents ran down the valley like runaway wild horses. When we heard rumbling in our sleep, we rolled out of bed, but our feet stepped into the water. We rushed out of the camp quickly and ran like headless flies, some running east, some running west, some running south and some running northwest. At this time, I heard the old monitor shout, "Gather around!" We immediately lined up in front of the old monitor. He only said one sentence: "Follow me to the top of the mountain!" " "Young and ignorant, I said, isn't the water on the mountain bigger?" The old monitor didn't speak, just gave me a hard look, and then led everyone to the top of the mountain, and I followed him.

Halfway up the hill, I turned around and looked at our camp. Our camp is gone, leaving only the half-mast on the flagpole floating on the water ... I am shocked. Then I heard someone shout, "old monitor!" " "I quickly turned around, the old monitor has disappeared in front of my eyes. Later, I heard from my comrades; When I turned to look at the camp, a big stone fell from the mountain and hit me. In order to save me, the old monitor was thrown down the hill by a stone. ...

Later, I went to grandpa's room and never dared to touch that photo again. I'm just scared.

In this story, I learned a truth. When encountering a storm in the mountains, only by climbing against the storm can there be hope of survival. We are human beings, too. Only those who face difficulties will have the last laugh.

Story composition of old photos 10 Open the photo album whose title page has turned slightly yellow. A photo reminded me of endless memories. Suddenly, my eyes were blurred and my thoughts returned to that long time.

In the photo, when I was very young, I looked a little baby fat. I wear a tiger hat on my head, but I look very docile. It was probably winter. I am wearing thick clothes. My mother hugs me and my aunt hugs my sister. My sister even looks petite, and there is a little timid feeling in her eyes. At that time, we were all very young, and our eyes were like a pool of clear water.

We are in the yard of our hometown. At that time, nearly ten people lived together, but the yard was not crowded, with pools and poultry. In the photo, we caught several birds pecking at rice. Behind the house are towering trees. In autumn, there will be the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. What a beautiful voice. On the eaves are pigeons' homes, including gray pigeons and white pigeons. They were beautiful when they took off, but I don't know if there are any pigeon tracks in the old courtyard that has been deserted for a long time. What impressed me deeply is that there is a swallow nest on the big dinner table, and you can often see swallows returning from preying.

It was my childhood paradise. It accompanied me through the happiest and pure spring, summer, autumn and winter in my life. My sister is my closest playmate. We chased the pigeons and saw them fly away. We had a quarrel under the big tree in front of our house for a little thing, but it was no big deal. Now it's interesting.

My sister and I are inseparable, running in our paradise in tandem, like two happy ponies. However, we are all growing up, we have all moved to the town, we are no longer so close, but we will still have great enthusiasm when we are together, and we are all busy studying. We have gone further and further. Will we finally forget each other in the desert of life? Probably not. We are not close enough now, but we can all see each other and remember each other's embarrassing things. I won't forget it. afterwards ...

My mother hugged me, and my aunt hugged my sister in the yard of her hometown. I don't remember what it was like at that time, but I can recall a lot. When I came to my senses, my eyes were full of tears and I was about to fall down.