The old photo frame is a classic essay. I believe that everyone has photo frames at home, even old photo frames, which contain many memories, so these photo frames also have traces of time, representing the past. Let's read the classic essays of the old photo frame together. I hope you like them.
After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the classic beauty of the old photo frame 1 is worth the mother's mother's day.
When I hurried back to my hometown, the willow tree at the door swayed gently with the wind, gently pushed open two mottled wooden doors, crossed the threshold with trepidation, and came at me with desolation everywhere.
Yes, even though I had imagined many times in my mind on the way, thinking that I was wearing thick armor, this moment was still scored. This is an unspeakable pain, intense and lasting.
Without those two familiar figures, desolation grows wantonly in this deserted small courtyard, occupying corners and spreading into shepherd's purse and weeds everywhere. The sunshine is so good that everything can be seen at a glance. Along the south wall, a pear flower is in full bloom and covered with snow, like a woman dancing in the wind.
A snow in Donglan, how clear is life? Dongpo's poem came in an instant, and a hot thing went straight up the throat to the nasal cavity. Once upon a time, this small courtyard was full of laughter. Layers of footsteps, people coming and going, lively greetings, where have they all gone?
There is nothing in the yard, nothing in the house and nothing on the kang. Looking around, only cold and cheerless.
Suddenly looking back, only the wall is still there.
This is an old photo frame. I have seen it countless times, and there are more and more photos. It still hangs quietly on the mottled wall, accompanying the old clock that has stopped swinging. The ups and downs come instantly, with mixed feelings.
In that old photo frame, there are many photos, big and small, new and old, hand in hand; Black and white, colored; Single person, group photo, freeze every beautiful moment. Those black and white photos, some decades ago, have beautiful lace and have turned yellow. This is obviously just a visit. How many people have stopped for it, opened their eyes wide, held their breath, walked in and out many times, repeatedly appreciated the taste, or were filled with emotion or rejoiced.
Oh, you see, it's been decades in the blink of an eye. Mom, your hair was dark and dense, and your body was straight.
Oh, when they were three children, they had a good time at the seaside. Look, their noses look like they've dug a spoonful. How handsome they are now.
Haha, my brother was really thin when he got married, and now he has a beer belly.
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The past is vivid in my mind, my eyes are still there, and those words and laughter are really loud, but the people listening on the kang are gone, and the people looking at the photos are not in the mood. Now, there is only a lonely old photo frame left on the wall.
In the upper right corner is the only photo of my husband when he was a child. I was surprised when I first saw him, and I saw his childhood in an instant. I heard that my sister sold a bag of dried sweet potatoes to take pictures in town. It was a boy of five or six years old, with a yellow schoolbag, a thin round face, big ears and bright eyes, which really looked like a bush. The hundred sunshine of the cluster was taken in the town photo studio, wearing a bright yellow sweater knitted by her sister-in-law, a small hat with flounces, lovely socks and a red edge, as bright as a yellow sunflower and a fluffy duckling, staring at the world with round eyes. That day, my father held this lovely little nephew, happy from ear to ear.
The 50-year-old mother-in-law stood upright in front of Tiananmen Square with a handsome face, which was taken when she went to look after her sister. Looking after her little grandson since she was in her sixties, her waist slowly bent down and never straightened up again.
The young elder sister-in-law is wearing a trench coat, with her face sideways and looking ahead. The wind blew her black curly hair, which was very charming. Now, her hair is sparse and she is old enough to see her granddaughter. Brother-in-law is wearing a white military uniform, a big hat and a knife-shaped eyebrows and tiger eyes. Now, his bags under his eyes are as big as an old marching pot.
That one is a photo of my nephew and my nephew 30 years ago. Three little guys are standing on a prop plane, all like vibrant seedlings. Now, they are all married and fathers.
Our wedding photos, taken in the yard, are family photos, father-in-law, mother-in-law, brother, sister-in-law, nephew and him. I'm wearing a red suit, a red wool fishtail skirt, high bangs, dazzling red and dusty. At that time, I was one of the few people in the village who got married in a pink wedding dress. It's been over twenty years.
The other photo, taken on the old man's birthday, must have been more than ten years. A big family gets together. My father-in-law wears a birthday hat and sticks out his tongue playfully. There is a cut cake on the table. This kind of cake has only been eaten a few times. How can it become a dream-like memory? ……
I suddenly remembered the old photo frame on grandma's wall. Almost exactly the same, under the high mirror, a big old photo frame. It's crowded inside, and there are wedding photos of grandma and grandson outside.
Grandpa and uncle were so young at that time. Grandpa sat up straight, and uncle stood beside him in a military uniform and a five-star hat, smiling, revealing white and beautiful tiger teeth. He was the first soldier in our family, the first party member, which was the pride of the whole family at that time.
That one was taken by our seven granddaughters, and grandma nicknamed it "Seven Fairys". In winter, the sunshine is very good, just under the eaves of grandma's old house, next to a flowerless rose. Seven girls lined up from high to low. As the boss, I am the tallest, but I am only a teenager, wearing a big coat that my eldest sister-in-law gave me to cover my ass. Several other young ladies are still young, some have pigtails, some have doll heads, and one has open-backed pants. Now the youngest is over thirty.
The last photo of grandma was taken with her granddaughter-in-law, one old and one young, the old one with a kind face and the young one with a bright smile.
Now everyone in the photo is old, old and old. Looking at this lonely old photo frame is like watching the footprints of the years overlap, shuffling past, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only these impressions, like mottled flower shadows, dancing when the wind comes, but disappearing instantly when the dark clouds come.
I know, this old photo frame won't be there forever, and it won't be hanging all the time. Whoever wants to take it away, find another place to post it. At a certain moment, I don't know which year and month, there will probably be another pair of eyes staring at them, then sigh, sigh, and then put them away until they turn yellow, like a leaf on a big tree, falling with the wind and melting in the soil.
When we are together, no one can accompany anyone to the end, and everyone will break up after all, like the wind and clouds. Suddenly found that this old photo frame is like a tree, and we are the leaves in the photo. The old man is the root of the old tree, and the roots are deep and leafy, so that it can be beautiful. Without roots, everyone will disperse and become a tree to form another photo frame, which will increase day by day. Generation after generation, no one can change it.
When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times. Life is impermanent, gathering and parting. Everything will eventually die, just like the pear blossoms on the branches, no matter how prosperous they are, they will eventually wither. The only thing we can do is to linger under the tree while the flowers are still there, take a look, take another look, and keep it in mind until everything is like a pear in the wind.
I have known my father's oldest and most exquisite photo frame for as long as I can remember. It beat me to it, and I don't know how many years ahead of me. When I was a child, I saw it hanging above the desk, under the big mirror and between two beautiful hats. The colorful photos of people in the photo frame were more vivid and smart, especially eye-catching. This photo frame is about 40 cm long and 30 cm wide. This small photo frame is exquisite, as if the great man said, "everything is the essence." Small photo frames are full of great connotations, but they are more exquisite than those big photo frames that developed rapidly later. In my opinion, it can't be compared with any big photo frame at home.
Inside the small photo frame, there are one-inch photos of dad wearing a cotton hat, photos of dad and uncle, uncle and cousin, photos of dad and classmates and friends. These photos are all black and white, vaguely reflecting the age and historical vicissitudes. But from the perspective of photography technology (photography was rarely involved at that time), it should not be underestimated at all. When I was a child, I was always interested in this beautiful little photo frame. I think it is beautiful and magical, as if it has an indescribable charm. Often clamoring for adults to take it down and look at it carefully. When my grandmother or parents took it off for me, I sat on the east kang, half-legged on the ground, holding the photo frame with my hands a little hard, and staring at the photo carefully, as if I knew or didn't know the person in the photo frame. I remember watching it again and again at that time, and adults had to look around for fear that I might accidentally break the glass on the photo frame. At that time, it was inconvenient to change a glass in the country. That little photo frame has been injected into my young heart and will never be forgotten.
Later, when I grew up and the adults were not around, I would climb to the kang in the east, then climb from the kang to the table, hold the table for a few minutes and laboriously take down the small photo frame, or sit on the kang and have a good look as before. I don't know what I wanted to see now. I wonder how I can still take pictures, or did I see the miniature version of "My Lord" in the photo frame? After looking at it for a long time, I was naturally impressed by the photo frame, and I remember the photos even their placement clearly. Even now, I can generally know the characters in my father's photo frame. Although most of them are gone, I always remember clearly what they looked like when they took pictures. Vivid in my mind, as clear as yesterday. In my father's old photo frame, what impressed me the most was the photo of my father and five people, including his two cousins, a cousin and a neighbor classmate. This photo looks very good, very clear and natural, and the exposure is good. I've always admired it. I saw the characters in the photo, standing and sitting, all seemed so intimate and casual that even the smiling state seemed just right. The characters in the photo are very young, that is, twenty lang is old, full of vigor, youthful sunshine and enterprising. This photo makes people see how full of youth and strength they are, and it is shocking. My father was wearing a hat and was elegant and handsome. He was really a "handsome boy" in those days. The uncle in the photo still looks a little childish, that is, he is seventeen or eighteen years old and very aggressive. This is probably a photo taken shortly after they entered the society. It's hard to look back. I can't believe that decades have passed, and the young people in the old photos are getting old one by one. Now, of these five people, only their father is still alive, and the other four have died of illness. Think about the young people in the photo, you will feel sorry and miss them more. Now every time I see my father's old photo frame, I will think of the seemingly classic photos in their eyes, and naturally I will think of them. This is my father's old photo frame, full of my affection. I can't forget it.
Later, my father asked a carpenter friend in the village to make a big photo frame, and also replaced my mother's two awards with photo frames, which almost covered the east wall, and now they are all old photo frames. Among my father's other old photo frames, there is another photo that caught my attention. There are reasons why I like it, and there are also reasons why my relatives and friends like it, which I will never forget. This photo was taken by the pilot's uncle and aunt when the nurse went home to visit relatives in the military hospital. This is a very successful photo taken by someone close to Five Blessingg 14 invited by my uncle. After the photo was developed and distributed to families, my father solemnly put it in a big photo frame and hung it in a conspicuous place on the east wall. I remember there are father, uncle, three aunts, three uncles, two aunts and cousins in the photo. After receiving this photo, in the countryside where photography is not very popular, it suddenly became lively. I often listen to friends and relatives, comment on adults and children in photos, comment on photos, and unite family ties. What caught my attention was the uncle and aunt in the photo. Both of them are wearing green military uniforms and red collars, which are particularly eye-catching, but they are so magical and so spiritual. I was deeply impressed by my uncle's handsome majesty and my aunt's natural smile. It was after seeing that photo that I came up with the idea of joining the army in the future. I want to defend my country like my uncles and aunts, wearing a majestic and magical military uniform. Although I am only one step away from flying in the blue sky like my uncle, I have also become a glorious communication soldier and a "clairvoyant" and "clairvoyant" praised by President Mao Zedong.
In my father's old photo frame, there is my family photo. In the photo, an 80-year-old grandmother sits in the middle, smiling like a flower; My parents are sitting around my grandmother, holding my grandson and granddaughter in their arms, and their faces are filled with happy smiles; My wife, brother and sister-in-law stood side by side behind the old man with a smile on their faces. This is the only family photo in my family, which is very precious. My father's old photo frame is inlaid with a happy time when he was the youngest. Counting the fleeting time, the scene reappears and my thoughts can't help but return to that year.
In my father's old photo frame, there are photos taken in the village when he was a management school. My father in his fifties is still wearing a red scarf. The picture of his salute is so cute. There is also an old photo of an uncle who is a secretary and his father who is a clerk, leading the village veteran cadres and old party member to climb Mount Tai and visit Penglai, which is full of the sense of the times and reflects the care of the village branch for the veteran cadres and old party member. How simple and sincere the veteran cadres and old party member in the photo are. I felt great strength from the old cadres and old party member in the red base areas; And a photo of my parents. From the old photos of mom and dad, I feel a kind of "one day husband and wife are grateful for a hundred days" and a kind of professional friendship of "husband and wife are accountants". Father's old photo frame reflects the good friendship between relatives and friends for decades. In my father's old photo frame, there are photos of my mother attending provincial, city and county "People's Congress" and "Women's Congress", mostly with leaders and representatives of Qingdao and pingdu city. Mother's face is full of excitement and glory. My mother often pointed it out to me when I was a child. Now I only remember the leaders and representatives of pingdu city: Luo Genshen, Guan, Wang Xianle, Gao Chuanxi, Wei, Hou, Wang Ruibang, Lu, Dai Xiufang ... "My father's old photo frame embodies my mother's glory and left a deep impression on me.
In my father's old photo frame, there is also a photo of my middle school days. This is a photo of me and my classmates in the neighboring village. When I was a teenager, I still wore a military hat and scarf. "Just a classmate and a teenager, in full bloom." At that time, under the leadership of class teacher Jiang Shimin, we wrote slogans for the villages along the street and won the admiration of the villagers along the street. This photo left the pride and pride of my youth; There is also a photo of me going to the front line of Laoshan in Yunnan after I joined the army and received the order to fight. There is a story in this photo. At that time, I was afraid that my parents would not send this photo home. After coming back from the front, this photo became a member of my father's old photo frame. Although 37 years have passed, every time I see this photo, I still glow with youthful blood and strength. In my father's old photo frame, there is a photo of me just coming home from the front to visit my relatives. At this time, I have delayed my family leave because of the war. I haven't been home to visit relatives for four years and miss my parents very much. It seems that I can vaguely see the mood of "anxious to return" in the photo. Seeing this photo, I also cried. Some photos of me in my father's old photo frame are all single, without negatives, and they are my favorite photos. I wanted to take them out of my father's old photo frame, so I left them in my father's old photo frame for fear of causing misunderstanding and unhappiness to my 80-year-old father. When I want to see them, I go to the old photo frame and recall the stories and unusual experiences of the past years.
My father's old photo frame has been hanging on the top of the east wall of my old house. When people want to see it, they always look up affectionately. Father's old photo frame embodies the feelings of husband and wife, mother and son, father and daughter, brotherhood, classmates, friends and neighbors. It is an ancient photo frame, bearing sections of history, stories and emotions; My father's old photo frame is my childhood fantasy, my teenager's daydream, and my teenager's thoughts when he joined the army. Looking back now, it is an old photo frame in my imagination. Every time I think about it, it always makes me feel excited, long and meaningful.
My father's old photo frame will never be forgotten. My father's old photo frame is full of the feelings of our whole family, my father's deep love and my deep affection, which always makes me unforgettable.