The story composition of an old photo

How long have you been opening that photo album about old photos? 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 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, parents would always watch quietly, grab a few shots from time to time, and "click" with their cameras for a close-up. 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. Jiang Jin