Although an old photo is worthless, it retains an unforgettable scene in your life. When you see this old photo in a few years, you will be deeply touched. ...
I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope. It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation. This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.
Old photos recorded unforgettable moments! This matter has always been the star in my memory! Treasure in the deepest part of my heart!
Write a story about an old photo When I opened the drawer, I accidentally saw a lonely photo album in the corner. I gently wiped off the shallow gray layer on the cover and opened it. An old photo came 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 did this happen? 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, I went to the park with my parents. Naughty, accidentally fell. After falling to the ground, my tears swirled in my eyes. But at that time, my parents didn't come to help me. Father just said calmly, it's okay, he got up. I sat in a silly way. I began to cry. Slowly, I stood up carefully, but I still cried. This scene happened to be photographed by my mother. Looking back 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 difficulties in the future. Looking at this old photo, I can't help laughing. My grandfather died young, and now I can't remember his face. However, every time I see that old photo, I will think of him now, so kind. Grandpa is a very kind person, who has been caring for his family and children all his life. At home, he is the most respected and cared for by everyone. I clearly remember that when he was lying in the hospital bed, he kept saying it in his mouth. I remember clearly that on the day my grandfather died, I cried very sadly. I feel very sad at the thought that my grandfather has left and I will never see him again. I remember that time, it was a cold winter, and I don't know why I wanted to eat sesame seeds cake. But because my grandfather's crops are frozen by snow, I can't bake them. Because I cried for baked wheat cake, my grandfather couldn't help it I was very young at that time. I only cared about food, but I didn't know how to care about grandpa. I laughed at him as a drowned rat. Grandpa just smiled and didn't say much about me. Now I will remember what I did at that time. It was really wrong! Now, grandpa is gone, but I will always remember his kindness to me. Now as long as I see that old photo, my grandfather seems to be still with me, and he is still so good to me! Article 4: How long has it been since you opened that photo album for the story of an old photo? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow gray layer on the cover and turn it over, which is the color of memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From the pages of those yellowed photo albums, there are the laughter of seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine of ten years ago, the fleeting time and the old flavor. Look at this old photo. There is little hair on it and deep eyes. In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt. Although wearing a knee-length skirt, she is still naughty and active, regardless of the "lady image". I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with my chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up". My legs look like I'm kicking around in the air. Looking at this photo, the small fragments of my childhood are easily shaken off. I remember my father telling me. Because the stadium is near my home, my parents often take me to the stadium to play. 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 always watched quietly, taking a few pictures from time to time and holding up the camera to take a close-up. Count, one, two, three. Fingertips pluck at the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, and familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories and instantly gather into an ocean. 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.
3. Composition with stories of old photos There is a black-and-white photo in my photo album, and the years have made the photo a little yellow.
One day, I was looking for a book in my father's study when I suddenly saw a child sitting on a tree. I ran to ask my father, "Who is this?" Dad said, "This is me. My hometown is in the countryside, not a very rich village, but I left a wonderful childhood there. "
Dad said, "I remember when I was a child, I had many friends there. They were all my good friends. It was when I played with them that I understood a very important truth. " Once, I went to play with my friends. Because I am tired of playing hide-and-seek games, I want to find a more interesting game to play, so I suggest, "How about climbing trees?" The partners agreed that we all ran to a big tree and were ready to climb it. When we are ready, we climb trees one by one. Finally, when I climbed to two fifths, I felt very tired, so I took a rest next to it. I started climbing again. I climb and climb. Suddenly, I slipped. My friends all pulled me and pulled me to a branch. I took a break. Here we go again. I climbed very hard. I climbed up a branch and looked at my hand. Ah! I just cut my hand on a branch. I didn't tell my partner to keep climbing. My friends saw that my hands were all red and said, "Your hands are bleeding, why are you still crawling?" I said, "Nothing, a little injury is nothing." My friend advised me not to climb, but I retorted. "No, I worked so hard to climb here, but you advised me not to climb. Enough buddy? " So I continued to climb, and suddenly, my feet were empty, leaving only my hands holding the branches. My friends were stunned. I looked down and almost fainted. I stepped on a tree and even stepped on a branch. My confidence increased greatly, and I climbed as fast as a cheetah. Soon I reached the top of the tree. My friends said I was great and my heart was full of joy.
Father said, "Although an old photo is worthless, it has preserved an unforgettable scene in your life. When you see this photo again a few years later, you may be surprised and say,' Hey, is this me?' "