Story composition of old photos

Story composition of old photos 1 Everyone has many photos when he was a child, and those photos reflect the joys and sorrows of our growth, which are not only our most precious memories, but also the process of our growth.

After many years, I didn't intend to dig out a stack of photos from my previous bedroom. I happened to see a photo when I was flipping through it-an old woman and a boy were sitting on her lap. He is losing his temper, touching the old woman's chin with his hand, and looks like he is about to cry. When I saw this photo, I laughed, and I couldn't help feeling a little proud, but I soon put away my smile. Needless to say, this old woman is my grandmother, and that little boy is of course me.

I was silent for a long time and slowly returned to the spring of that year. I remember that I was in kindergarten middle class at that time. I was young and ignorant, and I often did things that worried my parents. But it is my grandparents who take care of me.

Because my grandmother often protects me, I still become presumptuous, often take care of myself, and lose my temper when I am a little unhappy. No, one day, I caught a cold. At this time, the Chinese New Year is coming, and my family forbids me to eat those rice cakes and sweets, so as not to aggravate my illness. And I refused to take medicine, but I had to fight them. At this time, my dad had an opinion and caught the guy and taught me a lesson. I was scared and ran to find my grandmother. Knowing that he was helpless this time, my dad threatened me: "No medicine today, no food!" " My grandmother advised me to take medicine and told my father to go away. Faced with such a situation, I have to give in.

Later, I sat on grandma's lap, and she fed me those miserable powders with a spoon and water. I threw up while eating, struggled, and touched my grandmother's chin, which happened to be photographed by my mother. So there is this photo.

Now, this matter has long been forgotten, and my grandmother died there in less than two years. Now that I think about it, it is ridiculous, but it is more sorrow and regret. ...

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 yellowed album pages, the laughter seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, and the fleeting time, the old flavor floated out.

Look at this old photo. Is that little girl with thin hair, black eyes and a white veil really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt. Although I was naughty and active in my knee-length skirt, I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with my chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up", as if my legs were kicking in the air. Looking at this photo, the small fragments of childhood are easily shaken off. I remember my father told me that when I was a child, my parents often took me to the stadium because it was near my home.

There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "learns to shoot in a skirt". As soon as I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me. At that time, my parents would always watch quietly, grab a few shots from time to time and take a close-up with a camera. Count, one, two, three ... There are many photos in the album about the jokes planted on the court when I was a child. Think about it, I was only five or six years old then!

Fingertips touch the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories, and instantly gather into an ocean. Dad in the old photo is sitting in a chair reading a book leisurely; Mom in the old photo, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun; In the old photos, I wore pink clothes and played carefree by the sea ... Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the unchanging memory is warm.

The story of the old photo constitutes three photos and records a story. When I open the photo album, all the happy things and sad things … float in front of me. These will remind you of the past and recall the past. Look, these photos seem to remind me of the past.

I remember when I was a child, my parents went to work, and my grandmother "quietly" took me on the train to my grandmother's house. My mother who came back from work thought I had lost it. Later, I learned that my grandmother was very close to me. Seeing that my parents didn't have time to take care of me at work, they took me away "quietly".

At grandma's house, grandma and grandpa hired someone to make a car and pushed me out to play every day. At that time, I was only about 1 year old, and I couldn't eat anything, but my grandmother bought me a lot of food. The food was spilled on the ground, and grandma blew it with her mouth and was willing to throw it, so she ate it all day.

At that time, grandma was gray-haired, in poor health and panting, but she insisted on taking care of me. One day, grandma was preparing to eat when she had a heart attack. In this way, grandma left her beloved grandson and left in the cry I brought. ...

Memory is the wind, lingering, always hovering in my mind.

In an instant, memories take root, beautiful flying flowers bloom, and countless petals sway gently, bearing my thoughts. Time will not make the memory fade, but it will make it bloom. I gently wiped the old photo in my hand and put it on my face.

I looked at the photo in my hand. The sun shines on grandma's gentle, kind and wrinkled face, and her silvery white hair shines in the light. ...

Story composition of old photos 4 Open thick dusty photo albums in your spare time and recall the past behind each old photo with the fragrance of gardenia.

Looking at a family photo, my eyes were attracted. This photo is crowded with 18 people, and everyone's face is smiling. I just turned one year old and was held in my grandmother's arms. It seems that I am also infected by everyone's happiness. I am dancing with joy.

My mother told me that this photo was taken in my living room on my first birthday. There are three people in my aunt's family, three in my second mother's family, three in my uncle's family, three in my family, my sister, my cousin and my cousin. Time flies, and twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye. At that time, I, a restless kid in my grandmother's arms, had grown into a big girl, and other brothers and sisters had grown up, left home, worked and got married. Adults have also aged a lot. At that time, energetic grandparents were all white-haired.

I don't look like me in the picture at all. I have a crew cut. I'm a real tomboy. When I was a child, I was told by adults that I was dignified and strong. People I didn't know often treated me as a boy and made many jokes.

Once my mother took me shopping, and I wore a beautiful skirt, and the passers-by next to me said; "The little boy is still wearing a skirt. Very funny, but also very fun. " Mom laughed and didn't explain, so it was the default. I stared at passers-by angrily.

The biggest highlight in the photo is not only everyone's happy expression, but also everyone's unified scissors hand. Everyone is full of power, open your mouth and extend your right hand, perhaps the photographer's password. Everyone is making standard scissorhands neatly. It's so funny. So every time I see this photo, I can't help laughing.

Although time flies, every wonderful shot left in the old photos will become a beautiful memory. ...

Story composition of old photos 5 In my photo album, there is an old photo with yellow corners. Every time I look at this old photo, my mouth will smile.

In the photo, a little girl is wearing a rose-red coat, waving a national flag in her hand and smiling proudly at the camera! Haha, that little girl is me.

This photo was taken in Alishan. I was only six years old at that time. My father and colleagues made an appointment to climb Mount Ali with the children at home. We sat on the bus, and the mountain road was winding, which felt like riding a roller coaster. As a result, many people in the car got carsick before they got halfway. I'm fine. Guess what? My mother often gives me vitamins, and my father often takes me to exercise. Now I am like Popeye, not defeated by these mountain roads! The bus continued to rotate and staggered all the way, and finally staggered to the top of the mountain. People who didn't throw up in the car were dizzy and couldn't hold on any longer. I can't help sighing again and again: Wow! The power of Alishan is really great!

The car stopped, and I got off with great energy and interest. Huh? Where are the others? Oh, they are still dizzy in the car. They haven't come down yet! Do they all suffer from "Alishan phobia"? I couldn't help raising my mouth as I thought about it.

Finally, they came down. One by one is not clutching his stomach, or clutching his waist, looking miserable. They all looked at me with envy. I waved my little flag and made a victory gesture. Just then, the white light on my left flashed and I heard a click. My father pressed the shutter. In this way, this memory will be fixed in this photo forever.

Every time I see this old photo, I think: health has a future. We must have a balanced diet and good exercise. Without health, everything is zero.

Story Composition of Old Photos 6 In my photo album, I have collected many photos, among which my favorite one is our family photo.

This photo was taken in the video studio last year. At that time, we also took many photos and made an album. The photo album is half of my single photo, half of my brother's single photo, and the last photo is our family photo.

I remember that day, when shooting, we were all very nervous, afraid that it would not look good. When taking a solo photo, I looked at the camera and listened to my aunt's humming of "flying". Aunt "Fly" said hastily, "Kid, sit on the sofa, I want to take a picture of you ... You need to put on another dress quickly, hurry up! I'm going to shoot ... Your brother is going to shoot ... "I think I'm bored to death. Of course, I am still smiling. My solo photo is over. It's my brother's turn to take it. My brother put on beautiful clothes and walked onto the stage. After going up, he ran around and went wherever there were "good things". Finally, my brother finally finished reading the contents, holding a small oil lamp obediently, ran to the sofa and sat down, ready for the photographer to take pictures. At first, he didn't laugh at all, but under the "crazy teasing" of my parents and me, he finally smiled. After rolling up the photo of my brother, we finally have a family photo. My brother and I took off our clothes and put on our own clothes. But my brother took off his clothes and ran out with his newly worn clothes. I'll go after him at once. Finally, I managed to drag him and his clothes back. We are going to take a family photo, and we are all very excited. Soon, we took all photos. After the photo shoot, my aunt asked us to go to the film selection room to choose photos. My mother left most photos without hesitation, and she bought one of the two clothes my brother took away. My brother is very happy in that dress. Finally, we took the photo album, clothes and bags and went home.

This photo reminds me of something interesting that happened at that time. I like this picture.

The story composition of the old photos 7 The old days are mottled with the years, and even the dusty time begins to escape one by one. The years not only gradually change and urge the faces of the old people, but also urge the faces printed on the photos to grow old together. Time, time, is really a heartless thing.

There is a custom in our family. When we welcome the New Year, we need to do a general cleaning at home. I am used to scrubbing the cupboard first. Life is like an agreement. When I was four years old, my photos suddenly slipped into my hands when I was fourteen.

I picked it up again. This is a picture of me and my grandmother. At that time, my grandmother didn't have wrinkles of different shades, and I didn't have thick acne at that time; Grandma is very strong and can easily hold me in her arms, while I, with an innocent smile, have a bright face.

In the photo, I am wearing two small sandbags, with sparse bangs unique to that age, and my tender little hands are placed on my grandmother's shoulders, as if calling for something, full of expectations ... My grandmother in flowered clothes is so beautiful and gentle, maybe she is not used to taking pictures, and her smile is a little stiff, but she still can't hide the endless joy in her brow. Her smile killed time ... the grass behind her was lush, and a little bright red shone faintly in the thick green. Although it has been repaired, it still makes people feel their swaying charm.

I stared at the photo for a long time, and the hard shell of dusty memory broke instantly. The starlight that night, those bugs, those stories, the teenagers at that time, the milk-filled children, those childish times that passed away in a hurry and never came back! Grandma's phone call brought me back to reality. She came over and saw the photo in my hand. "People at that time were really beautiful." The old man in front of her, her gray sideburns, muddy eyes and chrysanthemum petal-like wrinkles, how much she longs for her youth at the moment! "Grandma, why don't we make a photo frame?"

"Your grandmother, already old, is no longer the beautiful person. Keep the photos of your youth and hang them on the wall every day. Don't torture yourself! " The old man sighed deeply, which was endless nostalgia and reluctance.

An old photo, like a red leaf, floats in the time flow year after year, telling the past.

On Sunday, I had nothing to do at home, so I rummaged around at home, looking for something novel to play with. "We don't even have anything interesting at home, do we?" I muttered to myself. Just then, my eyes lit up and I found an old wax figure with a handsome young man in a navy uniform. I was surprised and boldly thought, "Is this man my father?" But this idea was quickly dismissed by me, because in my impression, my father didn't have this navy uniform. I asked my mother puzzled. My mother saw it and said with a smile, "This is your grandfather!" " "ah? ! ! "I was shocked, and then I ran to grandpa's room and asked him. Grandpa smiled and said, "I took it when I was 22 years old, and I specially invited a photographer that day." I said, "Is this your first photo?" Grandpa smiled and said, "It's interesting to remember. I kept rubbing my wrinkled navy suit, dipped a little water in my head and rehearsed it several times. " I teased Grandpa, "You were so complacent when you were young!" "Yes, because for the first time! I posed a lot when taking pictures, but because I was too nervous and felt a little crooked, I asked the photographer to take another picture. The second time, I laughed hard, but I was still a little stiff when I looked at it carefully. During the filming, my brothers and sisters kept winking at me and telling me what to do. Everyone envies me and hopes that I can take pictures by myself. " "Too grand!" I said, "It's more fun. In the evening, grandpa kept holding on to the picture that he couldn't put down, for fear that it would be lost ... "The more he said, the more he enjoyed it, as if he had returned to that era.

I found another photo of my grandfather now. He is in the kitchen, with a bottle of wine in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other. I remember grandpa saying, "You are all so filial. We can enjoy ourselves now. " Just then, I pressed the shutter, and grandpa smiled so naturally and sweetly.

That day, I was admiring grandpa's photos, immersed in his memories and feeling his happiness.

The story composition of the old photo 9 dusts off the layers of dust on the cover of the album. In this old outer layer, there is the color of childhood, the traces of the past and the familiar smell. Look, this old photo shows a five-or six-year-old girl bowing to us. Who is she? She is me.

"Mom, I'm afraid. I want to go home! " I held my mother's hand tightly and looked at her with begging eyes. My mother touched my head and said to me, "honey, you have been practicing hard for so long, isn't it for this day?" Although my mother's words greatly increased my confidence, I still couldn't drive away my fear. I hid by the curtain and was sweating all over. Music buzzes in my ears, like chaotic noise; The light is like a sharp eye, staring at me closely. It's my turn soon, my heart is pounding, and the sweat like soybeans keeps falling from my forehead. At this time, my mother's kind face appeared in front of me again and said to me, "Be brave and try your best. My mother believes you. " After listening to my mother's words, my heart gradually calmed down and I kept encouraging myself. I wipe my sweat, and I'm ready. Then the host said, "Now we ask the 25th child to perform the dance" Little Swan "for us." I walked gracefully to the center of the stage and bowed to the audience, who gave me an encouraging look. With the melody of music, I spread my hands, stood on tiptoe and danced skillfully. My heart roams in the boundless space and thinks freely. I am like a crystal drop of water, falling from the air on the lotus leaf, where I dance, laugh and play; Like a beautiful white swan, swimming freely in the river, showing its posture, more like a proudly open chrysanthemum, bathed in sunshine, trying to grow up ... Suddenly, applause rang and the music stopped. I bow to the audience again. At this time, my mother took this photo for me as a souvenir.

This old photo is a testimony to my bravery and my first performance on stage. Every time I see this photo, the scene at that time is vivid.

Story composition of an old photo 10 This is an old photo, which I happened to see when I was looking through the photo album. Hey, aren't these my parents when I was a kid? Who is the child that dad is holding? With questions, I asked my mother who was watching TV with photos. After seeing the photo, I smiled. "This is you who just turned one year old." Knowing the answer, I looked at the photos carefully again. ......

This photo has turned yellow and looks like an old feeling. In the photo, my parents are thin, but I am fat. Dad sat on the stool, holding me with one hand and holding the stool with the other. I am serious, my mother is around, and my eyes are full of love. I am in the middle, and my father is still jumping around restlessly. I saw the picture. Laughing at mom, didn't mom have food before? Mom said it was because she didn't sleep well at night and took care of me. Dad described him as thin. Mom said: When I was born, my father was in five classes in high school. Dad didn't complain because there were few chemistry teachers in the school. In order to do a good job in teaching, he attends classes during the day, makes up exercises at night and corrects the college entrance examination. This is why he is rated as an excellent teacher every year. When he grows up, every year during the Spring Festival, his students who have been admitted to the university and participated in the work come to see him, and his father is the happiest. I called a lot of teachers and sisters since I was a child, and my father told me to learn from them.

My parents' love for me is in this photo. I have to keep it. When I grow up, I will recall my parents' deep love for me when I was a child. I love them and hope my parents will always be young.