Have you ever looked at old photos and cried? What is it like? Why not share it?

There must be. My family still keeps a black-and-white photo of my grandmother, but this photo was copied in an advertising company in recent years, and plastic was attached randomly, which helped to keep it longer.

Every time I stare at grandma's photo over and over again, my eyes are full of tears and I feel a lot. It was my grandmother who brought up my aunt, my uncle, my mother and my sister-in-law when the country was poor. During this period, I experienced various hardships and grievances, but my grandmother's stubborn character buried these hardships and grievances in her heart and never told anyone. Strong grandmothers and grandfathers teach their children how to be human and how to survive in the face of suffering. ...

Today, grandma has been away from us for more than 30 years, and only this photo is still preserved. Bless grandma in another world, happy and auspicious, no more suffering!

When I made the video "Children in the Syrian War" on the watermelon video, I collected many photos of children in the Syrian war. Seeing the children who suffered in the war and listening to Wang Jie's songs, I burst into tears, reminding myself to cherish the present.

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No, haha, I think of the past [tears] [tears] [tears] [tears] [handshake]

My fourth uncle is a volunteer veteran of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea! Volunteers belong to the 20th Army.

Logistics under the command of Yong Yang!

Demobilized in the 1950s, I returned to my hometown in the countryside and worked in the countryside for most of my life, so I didn't have a chance to come out and see the social changes outside. In mountainous areas and Panshan Road, it is inconvenient to take a long-distance rural passenger bus in and out, and the old people are not willing to spend money to go out!

In a blink of an eye, people have just passed their seventies, and the old man died of illness!

Every time I look at the photos taken by my uncle and my comrades, I feel sad. I think the old man worked hard all his life, raised a child and lost his wife in middle age. This is a bumpy and tortuous life.

Did not enjoy any happiness, and died in a hurry before the arrival of a well-off society!

Thinking of this, I looked at my uncle's photo and couldn't stop crying!

Alas, life is full of plants and trees!

I hope the children of the elderly will live a good life, and their children and future generations will grow up healthily! To comfort my uncle's soul!

The old photos left a happy moment for everyone, and it was warm to look at them again.

After all, the people worth seeing in the old photos are either the people they love or the people they love deeply.

Especially those who love us, at any time, give themselves the best, as slow love.

Even though the Sri Lankan has passed away and the yin and yang are separated, I still remember my love. I think for those who love us, no matter where they are, I hope we are happy when we think of them.

Sighing without tears is lamenting the passage of time.

Yes, I miss my grandmother who loved me from an early age in old photos. She left us when I was ten. My biggest regret is that I didn't pay tribute to her when I was able!