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Lying in bed is very comfortable. After three days and three nights of ideological struggle in my mother's belly, I was finally born! Although it stinks a little, it is also the crystallization of mom and dad, so you can't blame it. Hee hee.

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1April 199615th;

5: 30 pm: caesarean section; Premature baby;

At seven o'clock in the evening, my mother woke up, hugged me and wept bitterly, rubbing my face desperately, alas! My face is as smooth as snow and tender, and I'm going to cry!

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Mother first noticed this:

On her chubby belly, she kicked again and again, which made her mother gnash her teeth. My father was in a hurry and sent my mother to the Second Hospital. At that time, the Second Hospital was only more than 200 meters away from my home. My father used to be a foreign candidate and flew out like an arrow. This is nothing strange, but there is my mother, a pregnant woman in labor. This is incredible! Passers-by have cast admiring eyes, and I am quite proud in retrospect at the moment.

When we got to the Second Hospital, the power supply was cut off! It's like a bolt from the blue hitting our home. If I am not born in time, maybe I will be born on the road, maybe I will die halfway! The doctors in the Second Hospital were really boring and kicked my parents out. My mother was at a loss and stood at the gate of the hospital. On the left is the First People's Hospital, and on the right is the Women's Hospital. Where are we going? At this time, my foot kicked to the right, and my mother insisted: "Go to the maternity hospital!" " "

In order to save my unborn and upcoming new life, my father paid a lot of money to go to the maternity hospital on the right. On the operating table, I changed, and I refused to come out, which worried everyone present. They gave me oxytocin and normal saline, but it didn't work at all. Two days later, my mother completely collapsed. Later, my father described my mother as a hen with a weak breath, struggling in the henhouse.

In mid-April, it is still spring, and there is still a chill among the leaves. 1April, 1996/evening of kloc-0/4/at 0: 25, my mother couldn't stand it any longer, and strongly demanded the termination of maternity. The doctor had no choice but to agree. 1April, 1996 15 At 5: 30 pm, a newborn born twenty days premature was born! However, just born, it seems a little smelly and a little fat, but as the saying goes, "the female university has changed eighteen times", and I'm not sure I can become the "second generation of Xi Shi"!

It is said that this photo was taken in the hospital. It is also the only photo I took in the hospital. Although I am still crying, I am still very happy. Young parents, young family. Because of my newborn, everything has become particularly happy!

It's getting hotter and hotter, and the sun appears on the horizon again. Listen! In the distance, there was a clear and tactful birdsong. ...

Postscript: How about it? My birth story is quite amazing. Looking back now, it was really a false alarm! To be honest, when my mother told me this, I couldn't believe it myself! Of course, I am still very grateful to my mother, who has suffered a lot for me; Oh, I forgot, I also want to thank my father, because of him, my mother can give birth to me smoothly. If you also have your unforgettable photography stories, be sure to share them with everyone. The story is not necessarily thrilling, tortuous and touching. Please contact me as soon as it is meaningful. I look forward to your visit!

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In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one!

My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there is always a phone ringing, and the ringing is annoying or even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.

At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought the bell would haunt my father like a ghost, just like eating at home, but to my surprise, my father turned off his phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I even enlarged that photo on purpose.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see a picture in my mind and feel my father by my side.

At this moment, I no longer think that the bell is a ghost, but that it is so sweet, because it proves that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

Time flies, in a 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 crystal tears in the depths. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up?

Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.

It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

One Middle School, One Middle School: Strive for life and never stop.

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The new year is coming, and there is a happy atmosphere everywhere: the sky outside is already crowded with fireworks and firecrackers, and all kinds of fireworks, large and small, colorful and varied, keep ringing. I saw photos of our grandparents and grandchildren in the photo frame on the wall of my grandmother's house-the first one is the back of my grandparents playing mahjong with friends, the second one is the scene of English coffee bar taken by my mother, and the last one is the photo of me playing online games in front of the computer! Looking at this first photo, I can't help but think of what happened after this year's New Year's Eve dinner: my grandparents can't change their old habits-every time they eat a good New Year's Eve dinner and clean the kitchen in a hurry, they have to go out and stroll the streets. It takes more than half an hour to get to a house! After a good dinner, everyone found some people to play mahjong. Grandparents were "mahjong fans", but none of the tables were "three short of one", so they had to stand by and watch them play mahjong! I'm tired of waiting. I have to drag my grandparents home! Every time I come back from shopping, there will always be a few people waiting at the door. They are all "loyal Ma You" of my grandparents, because every time my grandparents go to a house, they will "persuade" one or two bystanders to play mahjong at home. With the improvement of living conditions, bars, karaoke bars, cafes and other luxury entertainment facilities are blooming everywhere! The entertainment style of mom and dad's generation is very different from that of their ancestors: they sometimes invite a few close friends to get together in one place: singing, listening to bar singers, eating and playing games … very leisurely! Sometimes, I will go to the bookstore to buy some paper books, sit on the bench and read them on the grass. And we, digital natives, have a wonderful life: mobile phones, computers, PSP game consoles, Apple computers, video learning machines, point reading machines ... and convenient community electronic libraries. At home, if you have some questions you don't understand, you will want to look them up online. Electronic products surround us and become a necessity of life. Every community in Hangzhou has an electronic reading room, because with the help of high technology, reading and borrowing books will become much easier: you can type the title in front of the computer and get the books you want in a short time. Hangzhou Library is connected with all community libraries. Books borrowed by Hangzhou Library can be returned to the community, and books not available in the community can also be transferred from Hangzhou Library! Unlike before, borrowing books is time-consuming and laborious. Our life is changing with each passing day, and our country has become prosperous and powerful. All these reflect that the living standards and quality of life of our people are constantly "soaring"! Three photos are the condensation of our three generations' life changes!