Stories in photos, sister’s birthday composition

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 deep down. In the process of growing up, all that passes is Time?

Opening the long-dusted photo album and letting my thoughts flow through it, I finally realized that what has passed most is the singing 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 dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and our grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. Whenever I thought about 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 period.

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 like it. big cake! I looked around it excitedly, 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.