The story of old photos

Stories of old photos 1 Open photo albums and look at beautiful photos. Good memories once came to my mind one by one, but one of the photos made me remember it especially deeply.

I still remember that it was this summer vacation that I finally challenged myself and climbed to the top of Zhongnanshan. Although, after climbing for a long time, I am very tired. But in the end, it is so worthwhile to see such beautiful scenery. I was very excited to climb to the top of the mountain. I ran here, walked there and looked around, just like a rabbit shuttling back and forth in the meadow.

Huh? Did this big stone fall from the sky? It turns out that this is not an ordinary stone, which is engraved with three big red characters-Zhong Nanshan. I climbed a big stone with my hands and feet like a little squirrel. What a "pinnacle, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky."! At the top of the mountain, I saw winding mountain roads and teams of climbers. Thinking of myself just now, with the encouragement of my family, I gritted my teeth and climbed up, but I saw more beautiful scenery. In fact, as long as you work hard, you will definitely get something.

Just as I was deep in thought, my brother rushed up and scared me. I just want to jump off a big rock and throw myself into my mother's arms. As a result, a flash of lightning came at us. Click! My mother took this ridiculous photo. In the photo, I am like a bird about to spread its wings and fly.

This is a wonderful childhood memory and a challenge to my persistent and serious work.

Story of Old Photos 2 Mom found an old photo when she was sorting out the photo album. There is a lovely little girl in this photo, holding a small conch in her hand and smiling at the camera.

I asked my mother, "Who is this?" Mom smiled: "It's you!" My mother helped me remember the origin of the photo.

In the summer when I was five years old, my grandmother and mother took me to the charming coastal city of Qingdao. As soon as we put down our luggage, we came to the seaside. Seeing the sea, I ran excitedly, and a huge wave came at me, scaring me back a few steps. Many shells were washed to the beach by the waves. I found an empty bottle and picked up all my favorite shells. Suddenly, I found a beautiful little conch. I put it in my ear and listened. Wow! Sure enough, there was the sound of the sea. I excitedly held the conch and shouted to my mother who was taking pictures: "I want to take it home!" " "

This photo was born and I want to keep it well. Because every time I see it, I will think of that beautiful day!

The story of the old photo 3 The story of the old photo, the story of the old photo "album" is familiar to everyone. You recorded some painful things, unforgettable things, happy things ... whenever I see these photos, I can recall the past, although it is not very sweet.

In my spare time, I open dusty photo albums and browse at will. Inadvertently, my eyes touched an old photo and stayed there. Gradually, I remembered what happened that day.

One sunny Sunday morning, I went to play computer after finishing my homework. Not long after, I saw grandma go out with a broom and dustpan. I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, where are you going with these things?" Grandma said, "You play at home alone. Grandma will be back after going out for a while. " Say that finish, grandma went out. In a blink of an eye, half an hour passed. Grandma didn't come back, so I quickly went downstairs to find it. No sooner had I reached the corner on the second floor than I met my grandmother. I saw grandma sweeping the stairs with her head down. Her forehead is full of sweat, and her hair looks very white under the refraction of sunlight, and she looks like a few years old. "Grandma, you are not at home, why do you want to sweep the floor?" I asked eagerly. Grandma said, "If I am bored at home, I will go out and sweep the floor to kill time." I said, "There are many ways to kill time. You don't have to sweep the stairs. In addition, sweeping the floor should be the responsibility of property management. " Grandma said, "hey, look, this staircase is too dirty." Even if the property management is cleaned once a week, it may not be clean. " How difficult it is for people to go up and down every day; Moreover, there is too much dust on these railings, which makes it inconvenient for us old people to walk. We have to rely on them to go up and down the stairs. If it is cleaned, is it convenient for me and good for everyone? "Listen to grandma, I feel very ashamed. 2 1 century Young Pioneers are not as selfish as an old man over half a century old. Oh, what a pity! So, I grabbed grandma's broom and rag and said, "grandma, I'll do it with you." Say that finish, we are both busy. After the busyness, the whole corridor took on a new look. Aunt Yang upstairs saw that we were doing good deeds, so she took a photo for us as a souvenir.

In the next three years, whenever I am free, I always forget to clean the stairs with my family. After a long time, the whole building learned from us to clean the stairs. Now I go upstairs every day, and there will never be a trace of dust on my shoes.

Although the years passed like a song, the story behind the old photos made me unforgettable; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, everything that is unwilling to throw away will not change.

The story of old photos, the story of old photos consists of 700 words. I opened the drawer and came across a lonely photo album in the corner. Gently wipe off the light gray on the cover, open it and see an old photo fall out.

I am about two years old in the photo, with two braids, tearful eyes and crystal tears hanging on my face. Looking at this old photo, I can't help wondering when this happened. So I asked my mom. My mother smiled at the photo and told me the story in this old photo.

On a sunny day, my parents and I went to the park. Naughty, accidentally fell down. After landing, my tears swirled in my eyes. But at that time, my parents didn't come to help me. Father just said calmly, it doesn't matter, and then stood up by himself. I sat on the ground and saw that my parents didn't come to help me, and I cried with injustice. Slowly, I stood up carefully, but I still cried. This scene happened to be photographed by my mother.

Looking at this matter now, I won't feel sad and wronged any more. I also understand my parents' behavior, which makes me stronger and more independent in the face of future difficulties.

Looking at this old photo, I can't help laughing.

Story of the Old Photo 4 This old photo was a real scene taken by a reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Hainan Railway Station on August 28th. 1937.

The bustling scene suddenly vanished. There are broken overpasses, twisted railways, burnt houses and broken bricks everywhere ... a child, sitting on the ground crying, was black and blue, and his clothes were worn out. Maybe he was only three or four years old and was stunned by the casualties in front of him.

Perhaps, he and his parents were having a good time, and when they heard the loud rumbling noise, the beehive-like crowd poured out, so he separated from his parents, and the shells made the people present fall in a pool of blood, crying and screaming, and finally turned into groans. The child looked down at his parents, motionless, and frightened him. At this time, he has become an orphan. Just nestled in his parents' arms, he had nothing for an instant. He has no love from his parents and no education from his teachers. ...

I believe that journalists and well-intentioned people will certainly lend a helping hand to make normal education a brand new one, become a good person, become a pillar of the country and become a person beneficial to the country. I hate Japanese invaders and wars. How many innocent people lost their lives, how many people became orphans and lived on the streets, which brought many disasters to the whole country. Everyone hates war and longs for peace. I hope that people in the 2 1 century can make the war disappear forever, and tomorrow's world "flower of peace" will surely bloom all over the world.

Come on! Students, study for the rise of China!

Story of Old Photos 5 I have an old photo, which was taken at school for the first time when I was in Grade One. In the photo, I have bright eyes, a smile on my face, a neat school uniform, a standard team ceremony and a bright red scarf on my chest. This photo means a lot to me.

It was Children's Day and the first time I wore a red scarf. I have been preparing for this day for a long time. Whenever I do my homework, I write slowly one by one until I write the standard. Whenever I have a class, I will actively answer questions. Every time after school, I will help the teacher clear the tables and chairs to make the teacher more comfortable. After early efforts, I finally put on a bright red scarf and became a glorious young pioneer. There, every student who became a young pioneer stood straight and held his head high proudly. But I'm still a little nervous while I'm happy. I feel that many places are still not well done. I will continue to work hard in civilization, courtesy and seriousness to become an excellent young pioneer.

I'm making progress bit by bit. Slowly, in the third grade, I developed good habits. Seeing this old photo records my progress and efforts. I will continue to stick to good habits, get rid of bad habits, continue to work hard and make continuous progress!

Story of an Old Photo 6 This is an old photo, which was taken on August 28th, 1937 at/kloc-0. The Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station. A little boy sat in a pool of ruins, staring blankly at everything in front of him. There is a bridge that has been blown up on his left, and the sound of explosions and houses collapsing is heard from time to time not far away!

The little boy in the photo is called Xiaolie. He is only two or three years old. When he saw everything in front of him, he cried and his face was full of tears. Is Xiao Lie going to live in the dark in the future?

That day, Xiao Lie was watching TV with his parents at home when suddenly there was an explosion or two in the distance! Mom and dad immediately realized that the Japanese had come to bomb Shanghai!

A bomb flew to their house and exploded. Mom and grandma died on the spot, leaving only dad, Xiaolie and sister. Dad took Xiaolie and his sister to the street, which was full of ruins. A bomb flew to them again, and my father and sister stopped the bomb together and fell in a pool of blood.

Three years old! Don't the Japanese even refuse to let a three-year-old child go? When I saw this photo, there was only one thought in my heart, and that was hate! I hate why the Japanese invaded China and robbed our country. I will not forget the national humiliation, I will call for peace and defend it!

Students, let's join hands to defend peace. I believe that peace will not be too far away from us.

Story of an old photo 7 When I opened the drawer, I accidentally saw a lonely photo album in the corner. Gently wipe off a shallow layer of dust on the cover, and an old photo opens and falls out.

I am about two years old in the photo, with two braids, watery eyes and crystal tears hanging on my face. Looking at this old photo, I can't help wondering when this happened. So I ran to ask my mother. My mother smiled at the photo and told me the story contained in this old photo.

On a sunny day, my parents and I went to the park. Naughty, accidentally fell. After I fell to the ground, tears rolled in my eyes. But at that time, my parents didn't come to help me. My dad just said calmly, it's okay, get up by yourself. I sat on the ground stupidly and saw that my parents didn't come to help me. I cried. Slowly, I stood up carefully, but I still cried. This scene happened to be photographed by my mother.

Looking at this matter now, I won't feel sad and wronged again. I also understand this behavior of my parents, and it is this behavior of my parents that makes me stronger and more independent in the face of difficulties in the future.

Looking at this old photo, I can't help laughing.

Story of Old Photos 8 I have many old photos, and what excites me most is this photo taken in front of the Monument to the People's Heroes.

This photo was taken at 20xx 65438+ 10/month. In the morning, my parents took me to visit the South Square of Tiananmen Square and took photos as a souvenir. It was cloudy. Suddenly, it began to rain in Mao Mao, but this did not affect people's enthusiasm for visiting.

The farthest from the photo is the Mao Zedong Memorial Hall, which is majestic and has a unique national style. The Monument to the People's Heroes stands in the center of Tiananmen Square, just north of Mao Zedong Memorial Hall. It is a monument built by the people of China and the government of China to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs in China's modern history. The front is engraved with eight gold-plated characters inscribed by Mao Zedong, and the back can accommodate 150 characters.

There is a row of cypress trees in front of the monument, with red flowers as the background, green bonsai as the frame, and yellow flowers to decorate the city with the words "Celebrate the National Day". The monument is surrounded by golden iron locks, and the majestic sentry stands in the iron lock circle.

When I was five years old, I wore a brown triangle shirt with a yellow background, held a five-star red flag in my right hand, and pointed my left index finger at the national flag with a proud and solemn expression on my face, paying tribute to the people's heroes.

This old photo is not only my souvenir in front of the Monument to the People's Heroes, but also my little patriotism.

The story of old photos 9 There are many photos in my photo album, which make people see things in a blur. But I can't forget the scenes of photos, and suddenly the scenes at that time came back to my mind. It's a sunny afternoon. We talked and laughed all the way and went to Yuhuatai Scenic Area with expectation and happiness.

As soon as I entered the gate of Yuhuatai, the fresh air came to my face. What is displayed in front of me is a strange flower and grass. My brother and I were walking on the path, and we had a wonderful feeling in our hearts. We came to a green meadow. Trees are planted all around, just like aunt earth's eyelashes. Mom said, "Take a picture to commemorate it!" " "My brother and I said in unison," Good! "Click, dad captured this beautiful moment with his camera.

Look, I smiled at my brother, who bowed his head and looked shy, which made me laugh. My brother flushed with anger and called me "braised pork noodles". I will always remember this wonderful moment.

The story of the old photo 10 The passage of time always leaves quietly through the fingers, without any sound, but the photo helps you keep the bits and pieces of life.

There are many photos in my photo album. My favorite is this photo I took when I was born two months ago. There are two people in the photo, one is my father-in-law, and the other is me!

The father-in-law in the photo is gray-haired and thin, his weather-beaten face is full of wrinkles, and his deep eyes are full of kindness and love. Look! My father-in-law sat in an armchair and put his rough hand around his clamped leg. He smiled from ear to ear, revealing a toothless black hole in his mouth.

See me for two months. My little face is like a ball full of air. It is round and fat. The eyes on a round face are like light bulbs. I looked around curiously. My neck is round and flexible. According to my mother, it can turn almost 360 degrees! It seems to have special functions. Two arms are like two tender lotus roots, chubby.

My mother told me that I was born "brainless"-recognizing people and refusing to sell them to anyone. I cry when someone hugs me, which makes people laugh and cry. But as long as my father-in-law hugs me, I immediately look like a clever little sheep. My mother-in-law often says jealously, "It's really the fate of my predecessors." I like to be bored with my father-in-law since I was a child. Even if my father-in-law reads a book for a day, I will sit on his lap for a day. My father-in-law loves me very much and hates him. Our grandparents and grandchildren always have endless words together and always have a good time.

Shh! To tell the truth, just for this, I knocked over the jealousy of my grandparents and everyone, saying that my surname should be Jiang instead of Liu!

Now, my father-in-law has gone to another heaven. Only this photo has left a precious and beautiful memory for my father-in-law and me, which will be deeply imprinted in the long river of memory. Grandpa, I really miss you. I love you forever!

Story of an old photo 1 1 In my photo album, there is an unusual old photo, which is a photo taken by Mr. Dashan and me at Shangqiu Spring Festival Evening. In the photo, we surrounded Mr. Dashan tightly, everyone had a smile on his face, and many friends made many interesting gestures.

I remember when I was 4 years old, I was lucky enough to attend the opening dance of Shangqiu Spring Festival Evening. This is my first time to participate in this project. Although I am the youngest, I am not nervous at all. In the lounge, I even met a foreigner, just like what I saw on TV: tall, with yellow hair, blue eyes and white skin. The key is that he can speak Chinese. The teacher said, "This is Teacher Dashan! He is the special host of this party, and we can take a photo with him later. " We were overjoyed to hear it! After the performance, we surrounded Mr Dashan in the middle. He looked happy, and I smiled happily. There was only a click, and a lovely smiling face appeared in the photo.

Later, I heard from my mother that Teacher Dashan is still our "image ambassador" in Shangqiu! Teacher Dashan's grandparents once lived in Shangqiu. He came to Shangqiu several times to "seek roots" and said that Shangqiu was his second hometown.

What a precious old photo this is!

The story of the old photo 12 When I was more than four years old, I lived in the "Jintai Holiday Flower City" and joined the middle class. In the middle class, the teacher assigned an assignment. The teacher said to us, "Let's take a photo of cooking at home and give it to me next Monday."

When I got home, I was in a hurry and thought, I can't cook yet. What should I do? While I was thinking hard, my mother patted me on the shoulder and said, "What's wrong with you?" I said, "I can't cook. The teacher asked me to hand in my photos on Monday. What can I do? " Mom said, "Nothing, I'll teach you how to cook."

When cooking, my mother said, "First cut the onion into small pieces, then cut a few knives on the fish belly, cut off the head and tail, and add some onions to the fish belly." After listening to my mother's words, I seem to know how to cook fish, but I dare not cut things with a knife. My mother encouraged me to say, "It's okay, boys should be brave and strong." With my mother's encouragement, my little hand is like a little turtle. I slowly picked up the knife and onion. "Kaka, Kaka, Kaka, Kaka", I cut the onion in half, cut off the head and tail of the fish, made several cuts on the fish and added some onions to the stomach. I was so happy that I thought, I can finally cook dinner. It's so exciting! At the moment when I was cooking fish, my mother took a photo of me cooking fish with her mobile phone. The birth of that photo left me with beautiful and profound memories.

I in the photo, until today, I understand a truth, people should be strong, overcome difficulties and can't give up.

Story of Old Photos 13 In our computer, there is a folder called Family Portrait, which is dedicated to putting photos and videos of our family. Dad pointed to one of them and said to me, "Remember this photo?" This is a photo that we named Dream. I saw a little girl standing on the left side of the photo, wearing a high-tech summer school uniform, wearing a bright red scarf, and holding a piece of paper with the word "dream" in her hand. Behind her is Tsinghua's back door, and that little girl is me.

I remember last August, five of us: grandpa, grandma, dad, mom and I were going to Beijing by train. When I was packing, I suddenly thought of Tsinghua. I ran to my father and said, "Dad, let's go and see Tsinghua and take a picture!" " Dad thought for a moment and said, "That's a good idea, but you should wear a high-tech summer school uniform and a red scarf." What do you think? " "good!" I said, "Stand at the door of Tsinghua and take a piece of paper with only two words written on it. What would you write? " "Dream!" Without thinking, I said, "OK! Write it! " Dad said. The next morning, everything was ready, and we set off!

I went to Beijing and played a lot of places. Finally, my father finally took me to Tsinghua. I was so excited that I quickly changed my clothes at the school gate to get my father ready and left this photo.

On the way home, I asked my father, "Dad, why should I wear a school uniform?" "Memorial! Because it is your dream to be admitted to Tsinghua, and it takes a long and arduous process to realize your dream. Now you need a good study habit, and strive to be admitted to Gaoxin No.1 Middle School with excellent results, and then you may be admitted to Tsinghua University after two or three years of hard work. If so, you can take another photo here when you are successfully admitted to Gaoxin No.1 Middle School, or you can take another photo here when you are admitted to your dream university. These photos are put together. Dad replied.

From then on, I study hard towards my dream goal! This is the story of my old photo. Students, what's the story of your old photos?

Story of old photos 14 Today, I rummaged through the closet in the study and finally found something new, a pile of old photos. One of them is a photo of my brother and I picking cherries. I was only seven years old and my brother was six. In the photo, we are all smiling. Everyone has a small basket, which is full of big and red cherries. Now let me tell you its story.

A year ago, my brother and I went to cherry orchard by bus. As soon as we got there, we rushed out of the car and ran to the picking garden. Each of us is holding a small basket, humming cheerful songs and picking big cherries with juicy skins. Some cherries grow on high treetops. I climbed the ladder to pick them and gave them to my brother standing under the tree. Suddenly my brother shouted, "Look, brother, there are a pair of cherry twins." When I looked back, it turned out that there were two cherries connected together on one stalk. My brother picked it carefully and put it in the basket. After a while, we finally couldn't resist the temptation to eat and pick in cherry orchard. I said to my brother, "Cherry stones can grow cherries!" " As soon as my brother heard this, he planted all the leftover cherry stones in the soil and said, "Let's come back to cherry orchard in a few years, and then we can eat our own cherries."

I really had a good time that day. Although a year has passed, what happened that day will remain in our minds forever and become the most precious memory.

The story of old photos 15 There are many photos in my photo album. Look! This is one of them.

In the past, there was a wide road in front of my house, with fruit trees on both sides.

Spring is here, and the flowers of fruit trees are in full bloom, emitting charming fragrance: summer is here, people exercise on the roadside path in the morning, and children play on the roadside at night. Some play football, some racket ball and some ride bicycles.

The forest is full of green grass and all kinds of wild vegetables. The air outside is particularly fresh. Birds are singing beautiful songs on the branches, and caterpillars sleep on the leaves when they are full.

Autumn is coming, and all kinds of fruits are ripe. There are pears, red apples and crimson plums in Huang Chengcheng. You can smell the attractive fragrance from a distance. My mother buys me my favorite big apple every day. Crispy and sweet is delicious.

But now you can't eat such fresh fruit. Because now the fruit trees have been uprooted, and the fruit trees have built buildings. Those twittering birds used to fly away and the air was bad. The road is in tatters now. If a car passes by, it will be dusty and make us unable to open our eyes. If it rains, the muddy water all over the road is dirty and thin.

We can't ride a bike or exercise now. Dad put my bike on the high closet.

How I hope that one day the road can be restored to its original state and I can ride my latest favorite bike and play with my friends.