The story narrative 1 in the photo is a weak photo, which records the dribs and drabs of life. There are joys and sorrows, but happiness is eternal. -inscription
Time passes quietly through the fingers, leaves fall, leaves sprout, and time is gone forever. Only photos can record the story of life.
The leaves sprouted and I grew up.
When I accidentally picked up my desk, I found a dusty photo. I saw an old man smiling through the traces erased by his fingers. On that wrinkled face, I saw the shadow of her youth. I continued to wipe away the dust with paper, and I found her giving her crooked thumb a compliment. My memory was pulled back to a few years ago.
The sky is gloomy, and the fog under the street lamp is mixed with the dust on the road. I was walking quietly on my way home when I suddenly saw a "little girl" dancing not far away. Take a closer look and find a short old man. She bent down hard and picked up the rubbish on the ground with her thin arms. I didn't think too much, and continued to go home, but I doubt one thing. Why didn't the cleaner wear the cleaner's uniform? A younger aunt passed me by. I grabbed the cleaner's arm and said something else. I can't remember clearly, so I took the "cleaner" and walked back. It was not until later that I learned that my aunt was the daughter of a "cleaner" and the real cleaner was my aunt. When I got home, I made a list of things. Ten told her mother that her mother smiled and said, "That aunt must be too tired. The old man wants to help her and lighten her burden. " It suddenly occurred to me that the old man couldn't even walk steadily. Why did he do such a difficult movement?
I have seen the old man many times since I went in and out, but she has also changed. She stopped working as a cleaner and collected waste. Once she came to my house, I enthusiastically stuffed all the bottles and jars at home to her and said, "Here you are, grandma, I didn't throw them around!" " "She smiled at me and said to me in awkward Mandarin," You are great! " As he spoke, he complimented me with his free hand. Who knows, that scene was photographed by my father sitting on the sofa.
In the laughter, my mother stroked my head, which was the story of a 6-year-old child growing up for the first time. The leaves have fallen and the new buds are still sprouting.
There is also a photo of a withered flower with some petals on the ground. I felt sorry, so I recorded it. I have been moping all day. I'm really sorry for Xiaohua. My mother smiled and said to me, "the little petals will grow back when they fall." You should like it! " "At that time, I was young and didn't care much. I only knew that the floret wouldn't disappear. I have cared about that sentence since I was a child, and I am still thinking about it. It doesn't matter if the leaves fall, it is the true meaning to continue to sprout!
Every point in the photo has its value and significance. It records the most real and precious moments in life, with happiness and sadness, and happiness is eternal!
The story in the photo narrates 2: "The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night."
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The child in the photo was when I was a child. When I was a child, I was fat in vain, wearing a small flower hat, and I could still see a pinch of soft fetal hair on my head. As soon as I saw someone taking a picture, I grinned at the camera, revealing some new deciduous teeth. ...
According to my mother, I was not so healthy when I was born. I was born thin and red, with big eyes on my small head, but I look dull and not cute at all. The most terrible thing is that although it was hot in July, I was cold all over, lying quietly in my parents' arms, not crying or making trouble. The originally happy family suddenly became gloomy when they looked at me sick. They all felt that I had little chance to live, and advised my parents not to be sad.
But dad didn't give up. In the hot weather, he still held me tightly in his arms, didn't sleep a wink all night, and kept walking around the bed, hoping to give me warmth, make me get better, grow up healthily and have a bright future.
Finally, in the morning, the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth, and at dawn, the rooster crows for the first time. I failed my father's love, my temperature finally returned to normal, and I slept peacefully in my father's arms. Looked at me wearily and smiled with relief.
Speaking of this past, my father's face always shows a proud and happy smile. He is proud that he didn't give up on me easily. He is proud that I can grow up so smoothly, healthily and happily. He is proud that he can have such a warm and happy home.
I used to think that maternal love is the greatest, but today I want to say how great a father's love for his children is! Father loves mountains. He may not be as delicate and easy to capture as a mother's love is like water, but a father's deep love for his children is always hidden in their efforts, in practical actions, or in a casual detail.
Let's cherish the good times in the future, and in the next days, let's feel the mountain of fatherly love together!
Story Narration 3 in the photo opens a thick photo album every time, which seems to open the door of memory, and one by one emerges like the stars in the sky. It's like going back in time and going back to that unforgettable past. One of the photos impressed me the most, that is, the day of the sports meeting.
Look, there are two little girls in the photo. One is holding a "V" and the other is holding a gift. There are many small audiences behind!
It was a joyful Children's Day, and it was also an exciting and colorful sports meeting. In my freshman year, I was the fastest runner in my class, so my teacher (naturally) gave me a meaningful project, running, and Wang.
(On the playground) First of all, the whole class (facing the podium) stood neatly. Each student held a bright red flag and wore a white hat (on his head) to avoid heatstroke. After the previous class finishes the program, our class can take a few steps forward. Only when all classes finish the program can we sit in the audience and take out snacks and eat as much as we like.
Both Wang and I are busy. We just sit in the audience and stand up before eating, because we are going to take part in the competition. It is said that there are also gifts (prizes). If one person in the class wins, he will get a prize. Even those who lose the game can get some souvenirs!
"Get ready ..." "Bang!" The game has already started. I kept running. Look at my left and right. No one. It's almost over. I was the last to punch (stab). "Yes, Wei Xinnan won! Wei Xinnan won! " The students shouted my name. I am very proud, because I won and won glory for my class. Wang and I went to the podium to get presents. I have a dictionary and she has a pencil box. Then my mother (let's stand together and she takes out her mobile phone) takes pictures of us.
Now, I'm in grade five. It's interesting to look at photos and recall childhood events.
Story narration in the photo 4 The photo was taken on a snowy day. In the photo, the earth is white and there are faint snowflakes floating in the air. In such a pure background, three faces flushed by the cold wind were giggling.
There is also a story hidden in this photo, and the story is also very interesting. On that snowy day, my two good friends and I made a snowman and had a snowball fight in the snow. It was the day when our three good friends met again. The three of us met at a school trade union meeting. We come from different schools. Thanks to that activity, the three of us became good friends.
After the short reunion, the three of us agreed to get together again during the holiday. So, there was this photo in the winter vacation. Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, we quarreled as soon as we met. The friendship between the three of us can be described as extremely fast and deep. It can only be said that the reason why we can build a profound friendship is mostly because we have too many common interests, which brings us together. Just like this, there will always be endless topics between us, and our views are similar.
On this snowy day, despite the cold climate, we like snowflakes. We plunged into the snow. Our faces are flushed by the cold wind, but our hands are still moving. We bent down, held loose snowflakes into balls with our hands, and then threw snowballs at each other.
In the winter when snowflakes are flying, in the windy snow, the three of us are not afraid of the cold at all, and have a good time in the snow. Either because we love to play with snow, or because we haven't seen each other for a while, we play happily in the snow.
After the snowball fight, we made a snow-white snowman in the snow. We put a red hat and scarf on the snowman. Then the three of us took this photo together.
The story in the photo is 5. First frost, cherry blossoms are snowing, and time flies. I suddenly realize that your love is the most anticipated tenderness. -inscription
This is a thick stack. Grandma and I were in the photo, which was seven years ago. I'm wearing a pink skirt and carrying a bag. Grandma is wearing a trench coat and hugging me. Take a boat in the middle of the West Lake and cross it slowly. Under the shadow of the plum rain, the lake is rippling, and the pavilion stands in the cool wind, facing the distant green hills.
The plastic film outside the photo is not so tight. Air enters and some small bubbles appear. It will move slightly when touching it, and there is a short crease in the corner. Maybe there are too many places to store this, so it will only happen by accident. Under the fluorescent lamp, turn it over and look at it carefully, emitting a brown shimmer, which is the color washed away by years.
When I was a child, I always went to my grandmother's house every weekend to taste the fish head soup stewed by her grandmother, and then accompanied her to watch her favorite health programs. Grandma was a surgeon when she was young, and she also knew some Chinese medicine. Every weekend, she watches the program on time. I watched it with her for three or four years, and I also remembered many herbs and acupoints.
To my grandfather, my grandmother is a big lady who never touches the spring water. Later, she was gradually able to cook a table of dishes. After watching the program, grandma will buy the same medicinal materials, take them home and fry them herself. Every time it is cooked, grandpa will drink it. In recent years, grandpa's heart is not very good, and grandma cooks Chinese medicine more often. Grandpa always joked that after being with grandma for so many years, Chinese medicine was almost drunk as water.
I don't like taking pictures when I grow up. Busy with school, going home has become a luxury. Time to go to grandma's house is getting less and less, even less than once a month. Grandma said that she was too old to withstand the ordeal of traveling, and now she has a hobby of frying Chinese medicine. If I go there, she will let me drink a little. Brown Chinese medicine smells bad and has a strong bitter taste recently, but I will still drink a little, just for my own good.
Recently, the epidemic has been raging. My father is a civil servant and goes out on duty every day. My mother takes care of my sister at home, and no one goes out to buy food.
The story in photo 6 tells that at night, I was holding an album in my hand, looking at the doll specially mended by my grandmother in the foggy night, letting my thoughts drift with the wind. That stitch and thread, that wear and wear, every movement is so warm, which melts into grandma's care and love for me.
It was late at night, the lights went out one after another, the moon was hanging in the sky, and everything seemed so quiet. Only the light in the hut is on, and the dim light is swaying, outlining the old figure. That's my grandmother.
In the dim light, I sipped the thread over and over again and walked through the eye of a needle, but I don't know why it used to be so easy, but now it becomes so difficult. As time went by, imperceptible sweat oozed from her forehead. I suddenly found that grandma's once calm and powerful hand had become trembling. After a while, the thread finally passed through the eye of the needle. She smiled at me and started sewing.
Walking outside the house, the moonlight shines leisurely into the house through the cracks in the curtains. The desktop glows, mending beautiful patterns. The moonlight continued to move, falling on grandma's kind face and her focused eyes. Wear, press, carry, grandma's needle and thread shuttles between clothes. Suddenly, I saw some black hair swaying in her silvery white hair and falling into my fragmentary years. I know that this white hair ribbon is not only my age, but also the time my grandmother accompanied me. At that moment, my eyes were full of tears, and I quickly wiped them off.
Recalling the scene where my grandmother and I were playing by the river, the soft clouds seemed to understand my mood and were surrounded by the bright moon, which gave me a little joy and a little sadness.
Grandma will sew dolls for me. She moves so skillfully, but she is so cautious. Every stitch and thread is a concern and love for future generations.
A person, a needle and a thread, a handkerchief, and a piece of love, the five are integrated, and the home is overflowing.
The breeze is blowing, and I feel warm when I look at this photo.
A needle and a thread are always related to love. Needle and thread shuttle between us, building a spiritual bridge between my grandmother and me. This photo is a silent witness.
The story in the photo tells that I was nine years old that year, and my father's unit organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane and came to Hainan Island. Living in a hotel, I stayed up all night excitedly, planning my travel plan for tomorrow. I got up early the next day. When the tour guide announced that we were going to dive under the sea today, I was even more excited to run around like a rabbit.
When we arrived at the diving field, the coach told us the essentials of diving and took us down to the sea. My heart is like fifteen fights. When the coach asked me, "Are you afraid, little friend?" I stubbornly said, "Who said I was afraid?" After that, he deliberately straightened his chest, quickly put on his diving suit and strode to the sea. Standing in the sea, the cool water gently stroked my leg, and a breeze with the smell of seawater blew. I open my arms and enjoy the embrace of the sea. Just then, the coach said to me, "Are you ready?" "ok!" I made a clever gesture and jumped into the sea. After a while, many colorful fish appeared in front of my eyes. They swam around me as if they were treating me as a strange tourist. I couldn't help reaching out to greet them, but they didn't give me any face and left one by one. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. What a beautiful soft coral! These corals of different colors dazzled me and surprised me secretly. ...
When we surfaced, the photographer left us this precious photo.
When the photo was developed, I put it in a photo frame and kept it until now.
Today, I accidentally turned over a photo of me playing with a deer and a bird in my father's mobile phone, which reminded me of a wonderful day of traveling in Japan a year ago.
On that day, what we boarded the curtain of the Great Wall by fire was a continuous mountain forest, just like a quiet ink painting. Looking closely, the tall and straight cedars and locust trees are arranged neatly like sentries, as if to say to us, "Don't worry, there is no danger in the forest, only lovely birds and elegant deer, and we will always keep watch for you."
Deep in the Woods, very quiet. Occasionally, there were a few clear bird calls, and the dense branches and leaves covered the hot summer sun, which made the whole person calm down at once.
Just as I was intoxicated in this wonderful environment, I suddenly felt my palms wet and turned to look: "Oh, my God!" "It turned out that a lovely deer came to me quietly and stuck out its long tongue to lick my palm.
At first, I was scared, but after a while, I found that the deer wouldn't attack me, but nodded politely at me. I suddenly understood: "It turned out that the deer cake I bought on my way here attracted the deer." So I quickly took out the deer cakes from my bag and fed them to the deer one by one. Several birds saw it, flew quietly and jumped on the ground. I generously gave them a deer cake.
I fed deer and Doby birds for a while and had a good time. Only heard a "click", my father took this beautiful picture with his mobile phone, and this beautiful day was deeply imprinted in my mind.
The story in the photo narrates 9 "Little darling, come, grandma will give you candy!" " "When I see this photo, my ears will always be filled with grandma's hoarse and slow voice, and I can't help crying.
In the photo, an old man in a wheelchair is my great-grandmother. Next to her, I was a child with a piece of maltose and a chew in my mouth. At that time, I didn't know how to eat maltose, which caused sugar to stick everywhere. I also smiled naively. The old man looked at me kindly, his eyes full of happiness and spoil.
That year, I was five years old and my great-grandmother was seventy-four. At that time, my grandmother didn't know what was wrong with her. She has been in a wheelchair for as long as I can remember. But she loves me very much, because my mother often said that I look like my grandmother when I was a child. Grandma laughed it off, showing only a few yellow teeth. She doesn't know what I really like, so she keeps giving me all kinds of sweets. Because when she was a child, she probably only knew that sugar, a snack, could eliminate her troubles. When I was a child, I happened to like candy. Whenever grandma hands me candy with her wrinkled hands, I always take it happily. After thanking grandma, I like to eat sugar.
The time in the photo is the only time grandma went out to eat with the whole family, and the only time I can remember. Before eating, I happened to see a vendor selling maltose. Grandma saw my drooling face, smiled and pushed the wheelchair, came to me and touched my head: "Do you want to eat? Grandma will buy it for you! " After that, I will push the wheelchair to the vendor. Mother stopped grandma and said, "grandma, you are in poor health." Besides, it is not good to eat snacks before eating. " Seeing this, I had to curl my lips and prepare to give up the idea. Who knows that grandma didn't listen, but still shook her wheelchair to stop the vendor. "Grandma ... alas", the mother also sighed and said nothing.
After a while, grandma bought maltose. "Little darling, come on, grandma will give you candy!" Seeing me eating sugar, my smile returned to grandma's face. Grandma smiled happily and then touched my head with her generous palm.
Mom is also very happy and wants to freeze the scene. So I took out my mobile phone and "click-"a memory was recorded in it.
Although my great-grandmother has passed away now, my great-grandmother's memories are all fixed in one photo. Every photo has a story that warms me, and every photo story has great grandma's deep love for me!
Story narration in the photo 10 Today, I accidentally opened an old photo album, which contained photos taken when I was playing as a child. I looked through them one by one and couldn't help laughing. How innocent and lovely I was when I was a child! Suddenly I saw a photo of me riding a bike, and I couldn't help thinking of the first time I rode a bike. At that time, I really looked like a little traffic policeman!
When I was about five or six years old, my father bought me a four-wheeled bike. I was so happy that I couldn't wait for my father to open the wrapping paper, so I couldn't wait to climb up and hold the bicycle handle. Dad deflated the tire. I put my foot on the pedal, exhausted all my strength, stepped on it and drove the bike forward. Encouraged, I stepped on it again and again, slowly riding from one end to the other. Then I rode faster and faster. For me who had no sense of direction at that time, this was very powerful. At this time, my cousin came to my house to play and saw me riding a bike. As soon as my eyes lit up, she rushed at me and shouted, "Cousin, let me ride!" " ""all right. "I hate to get off the bike and let my cousin ride it. Who told me I was a sister? Cousin got on the bike and rode hard. I shouted, "turn left. Oh, I'm going to hit the wall! "His voice did not fall, only heard a bang, my cousin hit the wall. Fortunately, people and cars are fine. I simply ran upstairs, wearing a pair of white gloves, a yellow vest (no green) and a white cap (no blue), ran downstairs, stood in the middle of the yard and searched in my pocket for a while. Cousin said, "Cousin, did you leave it upstairs?" "I ran upstairs and looked, hey, no? Inadvertently saw my cousin downstairs smiling cunningly, holding the burnt whistle I was looking for! I rushed downstairs angrily, and the speed startled me. I rushed down, but my cousin hasn't found me yet. I suddenly thought: How about scaring her? I crept over and blindfolded her. " Ah! "My cousin cried, and I smiled. She said, "Cousin, let's play the game of police catching bad drivers." "good!" I raised my hand in favor. "I'm a terrible driver!" " "Cousin said with a loud voice. "Let's go!"
While I was on the road (in the middle of the yard), my cousin came by bike. I said seriously with a straight face: "Comrade, please hand over your driver's license." Cousin held back her laughter, took out a blank piece of paper from her pocket, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Comrade policeman, can I not hand it in?" "No, if you are a bad person, then I am not a sinner?" I took the blank paper from my cousin, pretended to look at it carefully, and stared at my cousin and said, "Haha, I finally caught you!" " "I said, I'll catch my cousin. Cousin immediately abandoned the car and ran away. I thought about it, and the car must run faster than people, so I rode after it, but where is the person? I was wondering when I suddenly covered my eyes with my hands. " Aha, there you are, I'm coming after you! """Help!" My cousin ran away while screaming, and I immediately rode after her. Our laughter echoed in the yard for a long time.
How happy and beautiful childhood is! I really want to go back to that time and be carefree!
The story in the photo is 1 1. Every photo has a memory. Every photo has a happiness; Every photo has an unforgettable story. For example, this one in my hand, although I am the only one in this photo, I still remember the scene of taking this photo in my heart.
I remember the winter vacation of senior one. At that time, I just turned seven and my mother worked in Guiyang. I miss my mother very much, so after the holiday, my mother took me to Guiyang and let us live together. One weekend, my mother happened to be free, so she took me to the big shopping mall. Suddenly, in the shopping mall, I found a monster, which is composed of a shelf more than ten meters high and many ropes. Between the rope and the shelf, there are strange things such as angular steps and boards. Looking at that thing, I asked curiously, "Mom, what is this?" "I don't know, go and have a look!" So we went over, and a big brother saw us coming and said with a smile, "Do you want to try?" Out of curiosity, I immediately agreed. Mom is also very happy that I made such a choice and gave him the money. At first, I was very excited, but after only a few steps, I felt like walking in the air. I'm too scared to take the next step. My eldest brother whispered in my ear that he would protect me, and my mother always encouraged me under the big shelf. Finally, I got out of the second film, broke through many barriers, and became more and more adapted to these challenges and more and more happy. Mother took this opportunity to record this precious moment.
Although it has been more than two years since this incident, I still clearly remember this unforgettable event.