How to write an essay on the theme of an old photo

1. How to write a composition about an old photo

Thinking of these, what not to do about an old photo? A chance.

Unexpectedly, as I thought about it, I felt that our lives were much happier than those of those children, who lost their loved ones in the ruthless artillery fire of the Japanese and could not get help. Some children may survive. I really hate the Japanese invaders.

How many happy homes have they destroyed? How many children have they left without their parents? I sympathize with those children who have experienced the flames of war and gunpowder. I wonder if there were no wars in this world? I looked at this picture. Before I even boarded the train, the Japanese invaders' fighter planes had already ferociously dropped their evil bombs.

However, I also thought that in that era, the Japanese invaders trampled on our China far more than a train station. When he was young, he lost his parents and no one told him what to do.

Those children probably died before they grew up because no one gave them food to eat. I saw an old photo. It confirms that on August 28, 1937, when he was about to find a safe area, he burst into tears... I thought that the reporter would definitely help him after taking the photo, but he could only sit on the ground helplessly. , but if no one cares about him, they are likely to become thieves. The real scene when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station.

In the photo, there is no love, and his parents are taking him out to escape by train. How wonderful that would be, but the originally bustling scene is suddenly bombarded. It was reduced to rubble by the explosion. Because no one gave him money.

He will surely grow into a useful person to society under the love of kind-hearted people and contribute to the construction of New China. When he grows up, he will definitely lend a helping hand to children in need, but he can only wander on the streets.

There must be many poor children. Only broken overpasses, twisted railways, dilapidated houses, fragments of bricks and tiles on the ground were left... and a lonely little boy.

Why is this little boy, only two or three years old, sitting alone in the ruins crying? Where are his parents? Questions came to my mind one after another. Maybe. 2. How to write an essay about an old photo

The fourth unit of our Chinese language book is "War and Peace". There is an old photo in the fourth language corner. It was a reporter who took the Japanese invasion on August 28, 1937. The real scene captured by the attackers when they bombed the Shanghai Railway Station.

The photo shows a little boy, crying and injured, sitting on the destroyed train tracks. The surrounding buildings were destroyed beyond recognition, and a plane was still hovering. Almost the buildings in the South Railway Station were destroyed, and there was not a single person left. Only this little boy cried heartbreakingly.

The child’s name is Little Karen, 1 year and 5 months old. When people were looking forward to their future life, death came quietly at this moment. Japanese invaders began to invade China. People fled everywhere, and little Karen's family was no exception.

The invaders' planes were hovering in the sky, and people were so frightened that they quickly crowded onto the train. Little Karen's family did not squeeze into the train, and were so anxious that they were running around in circles. At this time, the plane began to bomb, and the shells exploded on the track again and again, and shrapnel roared towards them. Little Karen's father quickly blocked the shrapnel, but he died.

Before the mother and son had time to cry, another shrapnel rushed towards them like lightning. The mother decisively blocked the shrapnel, and she died again. Fortunately, little Karen was not discovered by the invaders and survived.

But the invaders would not give up until everything was blown up. Suddenly, the bustling city turned into ruins.

Little Karen got up and cried loudly. Maybe he was crying for his father and mother, maybe he was crying about his future destiny... I am also worried about his life, his growth, his Destiny, his future... Maybe he was taken in by the reporter who took the photo at the time, maybe he was taken in by a kind person passing by, maybe he joined the army when he grew up and became a member of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, contributing his own efforts to defend the motherland. Power... The war has taken away many lives and the golden childhood of tens of thousands of children. We must take action to maintain peace and stop the war! ! ! We must arm our minds with knowledge, build our motherland better, and create a harmonious future. 3. How to write an essay about an old photo

The fourth unit of our Chinese language book is "War and Peace". There is an old photo in the fourth language corner. It was a reporter who took the Japanese invasion on August 28, 1937. The real scene captured by the bomber during the bombing of Shanghai Railway Station.

The photo shows a little boy, crying and injured, sitting on the destroyed train tracks. The surrounding buildings were destroyed beyond recognition, and a plane was still hovering. Almost the buildings in the South Railway Station were destroyed, and there was not a single person left. Only this little boy cried heartbreakingly.

The child’s name is Little Karen, 1 year and 5 months old.

When people were looking forward to their future life, death came quietly at this moment. Japanese invaders began to invade China. People fled everywhere, and little Karen's family was no exception.

The invaders' planes were hovering in the sky, and people were so frightened that they rushed to get on the train. Little Karen's family did not get on the train, and they were so anxious that they were running around in circles. At this time, the plane began to bomb, and the shells exploded on the track again and again, and shrapnel roared towards them. Little Karen's father quickly blocked the shrapnel, but he died. Before the mother and son had time to cry, another shrapnel rushed towards them like lightning. The mother decisively blocked the shrapnel, and she died again. Fortunately, little Karen was not discovered by the invaders and survived. But the invaders would not give up until everything was blown up. Suddenly, the bustling city turned into ruins. Little Karen got up and cried loudly. Maybe he was crying for his father and mother, maybe he was crying about his future destiny...

I am also worried about his life, his growth, and his future. Destiny, his future... Maybe he was taken in by the reporter who took the photo at that time, maybe he was taken in by a kind person passing by, maybe he joined the army when he grew up, became a member of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, and contributed his own efforts to defend the motherland. Power...

The war has taken away many lives and the golden childhood of tens of thousands of children. We must take action to maintain peace and stop the war! ! ! We must arm our minds with knowledge, build our motherland better, and create a harmonious future! 4. Write an essay title for me: An old photo

An old photo

I have an old photo. This photo was taken at the Emperor’s Mausoleum. There is me in the photo. With dad, mom, grandpa and grandma, there are many red lanterns and green grass next to us, look! Grandma smiled so brightly, Grandpa also smiled, Dad squinted because the sun was too bright, and Mom also smiled. I was wearing black clothes with a small crystal-like glass on it and a red iron piece. The heart words made make this photo more beautiful.

It was very hot that day, but we had a lot of fun when we came to the Emperor’s Mausoleum. We burned incense and worshiped Buddha, and watched the beautiful scenery there. The beautiful scenery there stayed in my heart. My uncle gave me I took a lot of photos, and I also took this one that is my favorite.

Whenever I see this photo, it reminds me of the beautiful moments that day.

An old photo

"Where did my diploma go?" My mother asked me. I didn't know about this, so I could only say I didn't know. My mother asked me to help her find it. I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, but couldn't find my graduation certificate. I finally found an old photo. Looking at this old photo, I seemed to remember something, but I couldn't remember it.

The two people in the front are my grandfather and grandmother. They have not changed much from now, so I can tell at a glance that those around my grandparents must be their children, that is, mine. Dad, uncle, aunt...it must be me that the uncle is holding in his hands. Now there is only one last question left, who is this teenager between the grandparents?

I took this photo to ask my mother. My mother smiled and said, "This child is your cousin, and the other one is not you. You were not born yet! That one is your second child." Cousin!" After hearing what my mother said, I was surprised because my two cousins ??are already adults. Could it be that this photo is really so old and it is an "antique" in our family.

My mother saw that my face was full of doubts, so she told me a story: "A long time ago, there was an old couple. They had six children. These six children were all very promising, and some were Some were engineers, some were managers, and some had acres of land. One day, the third child was blessed with a son, and everyone was happy. Only the old man was unhappy because his children were all boys, but he wanted a granddaughter. Two months after the third child was born, the fourth child came back from a business trip and brought back a rare thing - a camera. He took photos of everyone. In the photos, the whole family was very happy, except the old man. "Then my mother said. Said: "This is the story of this photo."

I suddenly realized that it was like this. I didn't expect that this old photo had such a story! 5. How to write a 500-word essay about an old photo

By chance, I saw an old photo.

It confirms the true scene when Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station on August 28, 1937. In the photo, a once prosperous scene was reduced to ruins in a burst of indiscriminate bombing.

Only broken overpasses, twisted railways, dilapidated houses, fragments of bricks and tiles on the ground... and a lonely little boy were left. Why is this little boy, only two or three years old, sitting alone in the ruins and crying? Where are his parents? Questions came to my mind one after another.

Perhaps, his parents are taking him to escape by train and are looking for a safe place. Unexpectedly, before boarding the train, the Japanese invaders' fighter planes had already dropped vicious bombs.

As a young boy, he lost his parents and could only sit on the ground helplessly, crying heartbrokenly... I thought that the reporter would definitely help him after taking the photo. He will surely grow into a useful person to society under the love of well-wishers and contribute to the construction of New China.

When he grows up, he will definitely lend a helping hand to children in need. However, I also thought that in that era, the Japanese invaders trampled on our China far more than a train station.

There must be many poor children who lost their relatives in the ruthless artillery fire of the Japanese and received no help. Those children probably died before they grew up because no one gave them food to eat.

Some children may survive, but if no one cares about them, they may become thieves. Because no one gave him money to survive, and no one told him what to do and what not to do.

Thinking of this, I really hate the Japanese invaders. How many happy homes have they destroyed? How many children have they left wandering on the streets without their parents and care? I looked at this picture and thought about it, and I felt that our life was much happier than those children.

I sympathize with those children who have experienced war and gunpowder. I think how wonderful it would be if there were no wars in the world? Those children can live a happy life like us. ————————————————————————Haihai is the largest city in China, with developed industry and bustling streets.

After the "July 7th Incident", the Japanese invading army launched the "August 13th Incident" in Shanghai out of the need to expand the war of aggression against China. The Japanese military headquarters successively mobilized 200,000 troops to attack Shanghai, and at the same time dispatched more than 100 aircraft to repeatedly carry out devastating bombings on Shanghai.

On the afternoon of August 14, 1937, Japanese planes bombed Shanghai. A bomb fell on the Bund of Nanjing Road, destroying Chinachem Hotel and Huizhong Hotel.

The area along Nanjing Road was littered with corpses. Among the remains of the bombed-out buildings, the injured were crushed underneath, screaming in agony. The victims of the bombing were mangled with blood and flesh, and their limbs were mutilated.

A few minutes later, the intersection of Yuqialiao Road and Aidoya Road was also bombed. This area is also one of the bustling areas of Shanghai, with many refugees gathering on both sides of the road.

The bomb fell here, and most of the nearby houses were blown up or collapsed. More than 20 cars parked on the roadside all caught fire, and the cables were blown off and fell to the ground, causing another fire, doubling the disaster. Tragic. The severed limbs of the bombed victims were scattered everywhere, and the streets were stained red with blood.

In this bombing, the Communist Party killed 1,742 innocent civilians, injured 1,873 people, and destroyed and burned houses and properties that are incalculable. At noon on August 23, 1937, Japanese planes bombed the downtown area of ??Nanjing Road and Zhejiang Road. Xianshi Company was bombed, wires were broken, and many fires broke out. 215 people were killed. A young mother was lying in a pool of blood with her arms in her arms. The child only had two bloody feet left.

In addition, more than 570 people were killed. At 2 pm on August 28 of the same year, Japanese planes bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station wildly.

Shanghai originally had two stations, the north and the south. After the "August 13th" incident, the north station was in a war zone and traffic was completely cut off. The south station became the only exit for land transportation. At that time, refugees from Shanghai and its surrounding areas flocked to flee, and the South Station was overcrowded.

The first batch of four Japanese planes dropped bombs on the South Station, killing more than 500 refugees. After a while, eight more Japanese planes flew over the South Station and dropped bombs, killing more than 200 people.

The station overpass, platform, and railway tracks were blown to pieces, and the ground was covered with charred and mutilated corpses. The platform was strewn with corpses, covered with lead and wooden boards.

Many women who were killed in the bombing hugged their children without heads or limbs in the square. The incendiary bombs thrown by Japanese planes caused the station and the Waijieqi and Zhengjiaqiao outside the station to burst into flames. For a time, smoke filled the air, cries broke out, and everything was devastated. It was too horrible to see.

Shanghai South Railway Station is far away from the firefighting area and has no military facilities at all. The Chinese army’s bombing of the South Railway Station was completely a planned and brutal massacre. On September 18, Japanese planes bombed Yangshupu and other places in the eastern district of Shanghai, dropping multiple incendiary bombs, causing factories and residential areas in that area to be covered in fire and causing heavy losses.

At 8 o'clock in the morning that day, the Yihe Cotton Mill building was shot, and the hemp machine immediately caught fire. Then the public residences on East Broadway Road and Fair Road were shot, and the fire quickly spread.

In addition, fires raged in industrial and residential areas such as the Zhaofeng Road warehouse, a residential area on Broadway Road East, and the Peilin Yang Egg Factory, and were burned to scorched earth. Under the indiscriminate bombing by Japanese planes day and night, Shanghai was severely damaged.

There were 92 cultural and educational institutions and schools attacked by Japanese planes (some of which were bombed and shelled), of which 75% were completely destroyed. Many medical and health facilities were also bombed.

For example, on August 18th and 19th, the Japanese army bombed the Zhiru Southeast Medical College and the Nanxiang Red Cross Third Rescue Team that were flying huge red cross flags. Regarding the destruction of Shanghai by bombing, here is an excerpt from a report in Shanghai's "Miller Review Weekly" on March 19, 1938, which can be clearly understood: "At least 100,000 stores were destroyed, including the residences and properties of the store owners.

These shops were burned, bombed, bombed, or looted. If we drive through Hongkou, Yangshupu, Zhabei, and Nanshi, we will see that the streets on both sides are all empty. Ruins often extend for several miles.

After the "Songhu War" in 1932, there was considerable damage in an area of ??about one mile wide and two miles long. This time, it is not surprising that there are often no tiles left in an area of ??more than three kilometers.

In many places, the devastation is beyond description. 6. How to write a composition about an old photo

By chance, I saw an old photo.

It confirms the true scene when Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station on August 28, 1937. In the photo, a once prosperous scene was reduced to ruins amid a burst of indiscriminate bombing.

Only broken overpasses, twisted railways, dilapidated houses, fragments of bricks and tiles on the ground... and a lonely little boy were left. Why is this little boy, only two or three years old, sitting alone in the ruins and crying? Where are his parents? Questions came to my mind one after another.

Perhaps, his parents are taking him to escape by train and are looking for a safe place. Unexpectedly, before boarding the train, the Japanese invaders' fighter planes had already dropped vicious bombs.

As a young boy, he lost his parents and could only sit on the ground helplessly, crying heartbrokenly... I thought that the reporter would definitely help him after taking the photo. He will surely grow into a useful person to society under the care and love of well-wishers and contribute to the construction of New China.

When he grows up, he will definitely lend a helping hand to children in need. However, I also thought that in that era, the Japanese invaders trampled on our China far more than a train station.

There must be many poor children who lost their relatives in the ruthless artillery fire of the Japanese and received no help. Those children probably died before they grew up because no one gave them food to eat.

Some children may survive, but if no one cares about them, they may become thieves. Because no one gave him money to let him.

By chance, I saw an old photo. It confirms the true scene when Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station on August 28, 1937.

In the photo, a once prosperous scene was reduced to ruins amid a burst of indiscriminate bombing. Only broken overpasses, twisted railways, dilapidated houses, fragments of bricks and tiles on the ground were left... and a lonely little boy.

Why is this little boy, only two or three years old, sitting alone in the ruins crying? Where are his parents? Questions came to my mind one after another. Perhaps, his parents were taking him to escape by train and were looking for a safe place.

Unexpectedly, before boarding the train, the Japanese invaders' fighter planes had already ferociously dropped criminal bombs. As a young boy, he lost his parents and could only sit on the ground helplessly, crying heartbreakingly... I thought that the reporter would definitely help him after taking the photo.

He will surely grow into a useful person to society under the love of kind-hearted people and contribute to the construction of New China. When he grows up, he will definitely lend a helping hand to children in need.

However, I also thought that in that era, the Japanese invaders trampled on our China far more than a train station. There must be many poor children who lost their relatives in the ruthless artillery fire of the Japanese and could not get help.

Those children probably died before they grew up because no one gave them food to eat. Some children may survive, but if left unattended, they may become thieves.

Because no one gave him money to survive, and no one told him what to do and what not to do. Thinking of this, I really hate the Japanese invaders.

How many happy homes have they destroyed? How many children have they left wandering on the streets without their parents and care? I looked at this picture and thought about it, and I felt that our life was much happier than those children. I sympathize with those children who have experienced war and smoke. I think how wonderful it would be if there were no wars in the world? Those children can live a happy life like us.

————————————————————————Haihai is the largest city in China, with developed industry and bustling streets. After the "July 7th Incident", the Japanese aggressors launched the "August 13th Incident" in Shanghai out of the need to expand the war of aggression against China.

The Japanese military headquarters successively mobilized 200,000 troops to attack Shanghai, and at the same time dispatched more than 100 aircraft to repeatedly carry out devastating bombings of Shanghai. On the afternoon of August 14, 1937, Japanese planes bombed Shanghai.

The bomb fell on the Bund of Nanjing Road, and the Chinachem Hotel and Huizhong Hotel were blown up. Corpses were strewn along Nanjing Road. Among the remains of the bombed-out buildings, the injured were crushed underneath and howled miserably.

The victims were mutilated and their limbs were mutilated. A few minutes later, the intersection of Yuqiagliao Road and Aidoya Road was also bombed.

This area is also one of the bustling areas of Shanghai, with many refugees gathering on both sides of the road.

The bomb fell here, and most of the nearby houses were blown up or collapsed. More than 20 cars parked on the roadside all caught fire. Electric cables were blown off and fell to the ground, causing fires, making the disaster even more tragic.

The severed limbs of the bombed victims were scattered everywhere, and the streets were stained red with blood. During this bombing, the Japanese killed 1,742 innocent civilians and injured 1,873 people. The number of houses and property destroyed and burned was incalculable.

At noon on August 23, 1937, Japanese planes bombed the downtown area of ??Nanjing Road and Zhejiang Road. Xianshi Company was bombed, wires were broken, and many fires broke out. 215 people were killed, including a young The mother was lying in a pool of blood, and only two bloody feet were left of the child in her arms. In addition, more than 570 people were killed.

At 2 pm on August 28 of the same year, Japanese planes bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station wildly. Shanghai originally had two stations, north and south. After the "August 13th" incident, the north station was in a war zone and traffic was completely cut off. The south station became the only exit for land transportation.

At that time, refugees from Shanghai and its surrounding areas were flocking to flee, and the South Station was overcrowded. The first batch of four Japanese planes dropped bombs on the South Station, killing more than 500 refugees.

After a while, eight more Japanese planes flew over the South Station and dropped bombs, killing more than 200 people. The station overpass, platform, and railway tracks were blown to pieces, and the ground was covered with charred and mutilated corpses.

The platform was strewn with corpses, with lead sheets and wooden boards lying on them. Many women who were killed in the bombing hugged their children without heads or limbs in the square.

The incendiary bombs dropped by Japanese planes caused the station and the Waijieqi and Zhengjiaqiao outside the station to burst into flames. For a time, smoke filled the air, cries broke out, and everything was devastated. It was too horrible to see. Shanghai South Railway Station is far away from the firefighting area and has no military facilities at all. The Chinese army's bombing of the South Railway Station was completely a planned and brutal massacre.

On September 18, Japanese planes bombed Yangshupu and other places in the East District of Shanghai, dropping multiple incendiary bombs, causing factories and residential areas in that area to be covered in fire and causing heavy losses. At 8 o'clock in the morning this day, Yihe Cotton Mill Factory. 7. An essay with the title of an old photo

I opened the box and saw an old faded photo in an inconspicuous corner. I picked up the photo and was about to throw it into the trash "Our destination", I stayed for a while and gently knocked off the dust with my hands. When I saw the "true face of Mount Lu" in this photo, I saw a little girl wearing a pair of small glasses. He was holding a piece of steaming pumpkin pie in his hand.

My heart suddenly shook, and I remembered the scene when my great-grandmother taught me how to make pumpkin pie. Every Spring Festival, I go to Suzhou, Jiangsu, my great-grandma’s hometown.

The scenery there is beautiful, I like it very much. Once, I went to my great-grandma’s hometown to play. At that time, my great-grandma was making pumpkin pie.

And I like to eat it very much, because the pumpkin pie tastes smooth and tender. Although pumpkin pie is delicious, I don’t know how to make it.

At this time, I clamored for my grandma to teach me how to make pumpkin pie, and my grandma agreed without hesitation. The first step in making pumpkin pie is washing your hands and kneading the dough.

Alas, although kneading dough is so easy, it is not easy for me to knead dough with a specific gravity at such a young age. I lifted it for a while and kneaded it for a while, but the dough remained motionless, like a solid wooden stake, but this wooden pile still had a hint of pumpkin aroma.

Finally, I asked my dad to help me knead it. Hey! The second step is to make the pumpkin pie.

I lightly sliced ??a piece off that ''monster''. Next, I moved the piece of "meat" to the side and flattened it. I was busy for a long time.

The next step is to make pumpkin pie. If this step goes wrong, you will never make it. If you want to learn how to do it, please take note and remember it clearly.

''First spread a layer of film on the stamp. This film must be close to the pattern, otherwise it will not be printed. After it is done, sprinkle a layer of flour on it to prevent it from sticking. It can't be removed from the film, but don't..." Before my grandma finished speaking, I started to do it, "Hey! Film, flour, press hard...and you're done. ''I carefully took out the dough cake, but just when I was proud of my work, I found that the pumpkin cake was covered with flour, but there was no pattern.

At this time, my grandmother saw it: Yo! Don't be impatient. You started making it before I finished what I said. Now it's ready. Remember to add the right amount of flour. If you add too much flour, the pattern won't print out. Be gentle when pressing, otherwise the dough will be pressed inside. Can't take it out. ''''Oh, thank you grandma for your careful guidance. "

I grinned. Next, I did it much more smoothly and got better every time.

Although I did pretty well in the first few steps Yes, it's still a bit stumbling, but it's okay. The next step is to put the prepared pumpkin cake into the oil pan and squeeze it until it becomes golden and charred.

This time it's done. , I learned from it that you can’t be impatient in anything, and you have to work hard, don’t give up halfway, and you have to humbly accept the guidance of others, so that you can do it well. 8. Composition on an old photo

[Composition. An old photo] Today is the coldest day of the year, composition an old photo.

After dinner, I planned to go for a walk. When I walked out of the house, a burst of air-conditioning hit my face. I couldn't help but shiver. Looking at the stars in the night sky, I could only step back with regret. When I walked into the room, I leaned on the bed boredly. In a blink of an eye, I saw the damaged photo album on the desk.

I opened the photo album, and an old photo caught my eye. The person, scene, and thing in the photo took me back to the seaside that summer three years ago. That day, our family went to the seaside to play.

As soon as we got out of the car, we were fascinated by the beautiful scenery of the sea. I saw that the sky was a piece of sapphire and the sea was a piece of emerald. From a distance, the water and the sky were connected. The combination of sapphire and emerald was spectacular.

On the beach, the sparkling gauze is illuminated by the sun, dots of white light, like gems shining dazzlingly. My sister and I were humming "Little Girl Chasing the Sea" while carefully searching for shells on the beach.

"Sister, there is a conch here!" I quickly ran to my sister and saw a golden conch lying leisurely on the beach and taking a nap! The younger sister picked up the conch with great joy, bathed it with sea water, then carefully wiped it clean with a napkin, and held it in her hands as if she were holding a priceless treasure. Seeing the satisfaction and cherishment on my sister's face, I couldn't help laughing.

At this time, a wave came over and scared me so much that I ran up quickly. Unfortunately, the naughty wave still refused to let me go. It got into my shoes and socks and climbed up my trouser legs. I was holding my wet pants and couldn't laugh or cry amidst people's laughter. My mother smiled and comforted me: "It doesn't matter. You can play as much as you like. I will change your clothes later." As if we had received an imperial edict, my sister and I ran around chasing the sea. The cheers and screams were louder than the waves, covering up the "swish" sound of the waves and the "slapping" of the sea water against the rocks. The sound of "pop" overshadowed the reminders from our parents to be careful... We were tired from running and laughed enough. We sat quietly on the soft beach and carefully admired the boundless sea in front of us.

Only then did I realize that the blue of the seawater has layers. The ones nearby are light blue, the ones in the middle are lake blue, and the ones far away are dark blue. The connection between blue and blue is so detailed. , so harmonious, I have to marvel at the magic of the Creator. Just as I was immersed in the beauty of the sea water, my mother's shout interrupted my thoughts - "Children, come and take photos!" So, the image of the family hugging each other and laughing was forever fixed in the photo, and it will be forever. It is fixed in the hearts of our whole family.

Touching this old photo and recalling the people and things in the photo, my heart couldn't help but feel happy... 9. Essay on

I was tidying up my room on Sunday, and I happened to see the photo album at home, and I casually looked through it. Looking at the photo album, I seemed to see those good times in the past. . My eyes were fixed on a picture of our family. It was a very ordinary picture.

This photo was taken at Fishing Bay when my parents and grandparents took me to Lianyungang last summer. In the photo, the five of us are very happy because we all just played in the water. My top also got wet from playing in the water. I simply took off my top and had a very toned look. Just like this, the photo is fixed. It is very common for other students, but it may be very precious for me. Because grandpa is sick and very serious, he is now living in the hospital. He needs to take a lot of medicines and blood transfusions every day to stay alive, but his body is still very weak. When I went to see grandpa, I saw that dad’s face was very pale. My hands were blue from the water, and my grandma told me that my grandpa was in danger. I was really worried. Losing my grandfather like this, maybe there will never be a family so happy and happy together to take a family photo.

I remember when I was a child, my grandfather’s broad back was soaked in sweat when he bought me oranges when I was sick. I remember when my grandfather took me to fly a kite on the Huaihe River embankment. I remember when my grandfather held my hand while traveling. I remember my grandfather’s encouragement and care for me when I failed in the exam, and I also remember my grandfather’s weak eyes when he was sick... This ordinary photo is like an unforgettable shot on film in my mind. It records the joy and happiness of our family at that time.

I hope that my grandpa’s illness will get better, and I hope that I will always have such unforgettable scenes in my life.