Ask to write a composition: find a photo and tell a story-"tell the story behind the photo"

Tell the story behind the photo

My hometown is in Babao Village, Jiubao Town. During the holiday, I took my camera and notebook and walked on a familiar road.

Chasing home

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Footprints over the years.

Grandpa: The hardships in the vicissitudes of time.

"At that time, farmers depended on the weather to eat. After a year of hard work, they would encounter typhoons, droughts, floods, mudslides and damn pests.

And weeds.

Crops rely on manpower to fight disasters,

But it is difficult for manpower to overcome disasters.

Therefore, although rice is harvested twice a year,

But one day in a year, Huang Qing doesn't pick up, and three meals a day are just sweet potato porridge or porridge.

I remember that at that time, a bowl of rice was actually full of sweet potatoes, and only some rice floated in the bowl. Alas, facing the loess and facing the sky every year.

'

Work hard,

This family is still poor,

You can't even build a wooden tile house.

A family can only live in a small room,

if

Fortunately, it didn't rain. If it is, it will tick in the hut.

"

Grandpa calmly recalled the hardships of those years.

Grandpa is like a book that has gone through many vicissitudes, and every wrinkle is a heavy page.

Dad: Food and clothing in cigarettes.

When I asked my father about his life as a teenager, he paused for a moment and then talked like a cup of tea.

"At that time at home.

Although the surface is covered with wooden tile houses,

But living in poverty,

The life of the two brothers and sisters can only be barely maintained.

Your aunt and I

Similarly,

Walking on the long and rugged road from school every day.

Go out as soon as you get home,

I became a shepherd boy with a whip,

Silence in the grass

Watching the old cow graze peacefully,

From time to time, pat off the dust with rough hands.

Until dusk,

I just lead the cow slowly.

Go home leisurely.

At that time, the most common and urgent thing to see was the kitchen smoke on the roofs of thousands of households-sweet and warm fragrance.

In the sunset

In Bo Li Lan, hundreds of wisps of smoke from the kitchen are a long food call to farmers, old people carrying dung baskets and shepherd boys in the fields.

Walking on the path accompanied by kitchen smoke, I feel even more inexplicable excitement. When I got home, I only ate dried pickles and soybean milk. Although food

Tired, I still want to eat, I want to eat. Eating a bowl of paella once in a while can make you excited for several days.

"

"Is there no meat?" I interrupted my father.

"Yes, during the Spring Festival. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? At that time, the greatest happiness of the whole family was the holidays. Because your grandmother can finally

Cook a delicious meal.

At that time, I often thought,

If only it were like this every day!

Until I was in high school,

The food is only gradually.

Enrich. Now I can finally do this every day.

"There is no TV, no cell phone.

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In the 1980 s, the wisps of smoke rising from the kitchen stove were my precious memories at that time.

Recall.

"Dad said, and took a sip of tea.

Dad is like an endless cup of tea.

,

One euro in hand

,

Presumably its meaning is also long.

.

Me, a happy and warm life

My present life, living in the city, leads a carefree life every day. evenings

Sleeping alone in a comfortable big bed,

Very comfortable,

You don't have to herd cattle in the morning,

You don't have to farm alone,

still

You can watch TV and play mobile phone, which is much more convenient! Dad can only eat dried pickles and soybean milk, and occasionally only eat a bowl of beef.

Rice;

Grandpa couldn't even eat a meal several times.

Only hungry;

But what about me? You can eat it for a few days if you want,

Don't be hungry.

Stomach.

Thinking about reading by yourself,

Some people are very reluctant to study,

Grandpa,

You can't even read it if you want to!

Grandpa's cultural level is only

There are primary schools,

That's because I had no money when I was a child.

Illiteracy,

But when you get old,

His calligraphy is very fluent now.

Bright,

Read only to primary school,

You can write such beautiful calligraphy.

Dad can read,

But at that time, I could only walk around like this by myself.

Before you can walk to school, it will take several hours to climb mountains and mountains. As for me, I can ask my parents to send me to school!

I really want to cherish this wonderful time!

!

! Can't waste!