The story of an old photo

The old photos of coal-to-oil are black and white, but they can record the happiness and anxiety of the previous moment. After years of washing, only the corners turned yellow, but this ancient red and dark yellow preserved this moment and made it eternal. ...

Among the sundries in my house, there is a box, an old box that has been dusty for a long time, covered with thick dust, which is particularly fragile under the sneak attack of time. One weekend, I was idle and ready to open the box that had been sleeping for a long time. Dust off the top, the box cracked a crack, as if smiling at me, but I didn't expect it to be "hiding a knife in a smile." I cried "ah". The culprit is a spider. You know, I'm most afraid of spiders. After I got rid of it, an old black and white photo brightened my eyes. Out of curiosity, I sorted out these photos and picked out my favorite one. There are two young women standing side by side in the photo. Who are they? The question flashed through my mind. Suddenly I found that the one standing on the right looks like my grandmother. In the photo, she tied two thick braids on her hat and her eyes were wide open, as if expecting something. Her mouth was slightly bent, she was wearing a military uniform that was popular at that time, and she was dragging a brochure in her hand. She looked full of energy ... I couldn't help laughing, but for a moment, I had another feeling, which went straight to my heart and made me feel a little cold. From the slightly raised corners of her mouth and bright eyes in the photo, I can't help asking myself: What the hell is going on? Maybe I'm too sensitive.

The incomprehension in my heart has suppressed me for a long time. I think there must be an influential story behind this photo. Look at the photo carefully, only to find that there are 68 left in the photo. 2。 Four hours, nothing else. In order to find out the ins and outs of the matter, I specially asked my grandmother. At that time, my grandmother was cooking, looking at the photos in my hand, looking at me, slowly putting down her work and kindly saying, "that time was the beginning of a decade of catastrophe." At that time, farmers didn't farm, students didn't study, workers didn't work, and all intellectuals were dragged into the street. China is in the darkest period, and its cultural development is almost stagnant ... "Grandma said, staring up at the distance outside the window.

Ten years of catastrophe, life at that time was like this black and white photo-colorless and tasteless. As the saying goes! "Books are the ladder of human progress" and "books are the food of human spirit". How painful it is to refuse knowledge! Knowledge creates everything. The catastrophe of this decade has delayed not only the development of culture, but also the precious time for the older generation to learn China culture!

Fortunately, that dark time has passed. Should I study hard? Should we do what we can more carefully, exquisitely and meticulously? That time won't repeat itself, but it left me with new experiences and new understandings, all of which originated from this old photo and the colorless world. ...

The story of old photos

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.

The story of old photos

When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of me. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time.

I am about three years old in the photo. The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday". Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday!

As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me.

Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life. When you see this photo again a few years later, you may be surprised and say, "Hey, is this me?"

The story of the photo

I think "photo album" is familiar to everyone? There are many interesting stories and some painful things about our childhood. But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet.

In my photo album, I also recorded my little-known things. However, among 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 clearly came to my eyes. ...

It's a beautiful spring morning. I got up early, and my stomach hurt a little when I got up. My mother asked me to wash. After a while, I came out of the bathroom and saw the food on the table and lost my appetite. My mother asked me to have breakfast. I said I had no appetite, but my mother insisted on it because she was afraid of my stomach trouble again! I crustily skin of head and sat down to eat a few mouthfuls, then put down my chopsticks and walked out the door.

Dad came out with my breakfast and asked me to eat it. I didn't eat it. He got angry and scolded me. I took a gamble and ate a mouthful of rice.

Just then, manager Cai came, and he happened to have a camera. Seeing my little temper with my dad, he teased me and said, "Teacher Zhou lost his temper. This is a very good sight! Take a photo! " General Cai's words annoyed me, and my eyes fell down very unwillingly.

"Click", a shutter sound, photographed my embarrassing appearance.

The next day, Cai, the general manager, developed the photo and I put it in a permanent photo album.

Now I am an adult, I have grown up!

The story of old photos

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!

The story of old photos

This photo was taken at home when my daughter was in the second grade of primary school. At that time, my family lived in a dry building and lived on the fifth floor. The room is a little damp, and there are many moldy black spots on the wall. One of the glass windows has been broken for two years, so I just make do with a calendar paper. I can't help it. Everyone is busy.

The double-card recorder on the desk is a big item at home, which cost more than 400 yuan. I spent 10 yuan buying Teresa Teng's songs from a smuggler in front of a shopping mall and listening to them secretly at home, because it was forbidden at that time. But I like listening.

One day, my daughter came home from school and said, "Mom. The teacher left a composition, but what if she couldn't write it? " I asked her what topic. He said, "If you don't make a proposition, just write a flower."

Seeing that my daughter couldn't write it after thinking hard, I inspired her to say, "Linlin, do you think that potted flower on our windowsill looks good?" "Beautiful Red Flower" daughter is enjoying pomegranate flowers.

So I then asked her, "How many years has that potted flower been in our house?" "For several years, I can't remember."

I asked her again, "Who gave us that potted flower?" "Grandma Wang next door."

I then asked my daughter, "How does my mother water the flowers every day? What did the flowers look like when they first came? " What did it become? When she said this, her daughter said excitedly, "Mom, I want to write this pomegranate flower! "

Two days later, my daughter came home from school with a proud face and said to me, "Mom, our teacher Gao read my composition" My Pomegranate Flower "in front of the whole class today, which made me float (look).

Seeing my daughter happy, I said to her, "Writing a composition is actually not difficult. As long as you always pay attention to the little things around you, keep more diaries and read more books, you will be inspired. "

At that time, my family had a Tom camera. That day, my husband left this somewhat artificial photo for our mother and daughter. Although there are some artificial elements, it is true to help my daughter write a composition. Every time I see this photo, I am deeply moved. ...

The story of old photos

This was taken when my aunt and I broke off the mother-daughter relationship.

When I was a child, I grew up from my aunt's parents, where there were my dear grandparents, my lovely little sister, my kind "mom and dad" and my brother and sister … I was a "happy little angel" at that time.

When I was two years old, my mother suddenly changed her mind and asked my aunt to invite me back. At that time, my grandparents cried, "Mom and Dad" cried, my neighbor's little sister cried, I cried, and even God, who has always been unsympathetic to me, cried-it began to rain that day.

But my mother doesn't seem to sympathize with all this. She still wants me to go back. From then on, my aunt became a crybaby, that is, from then on, I changed and became a grumpy girl.

A few days after my mother came back to me (that is, a week), my aunt came to my house again and said to my mother, "His grandparents miss her. Let me take her back to live for a few days. " Mom doesn't agree, maybe because he is afraid of losing me again!

While we were eating, my aunt secretly put me on my bike and drove home. On the way, I said, "Mom, go, my mom will catch up soon." This makes my aunt laugh and cry.

But a few minutes later, my mother caught up with me. ...

Mom, why did you bring me back? Why did you hurt a good family?

I long for my old life.