"Time goes by without regrets, but the past can only be recalled", and our bits and pieces can only be fixed by photos. One day, I looked through our photo album and found a photo of my childhood, and my memory was awakened.
In the photo, I am on the beach, my father is carrying me, and my face is full of countless joys and happiness. The picture is very warm. But at this moment, I noticed a detail-how dad is so young! Looking at my father now, my heart and nose suddenly feel sour: there are countless wrinkles on my dark skin, my eyes are a little bloodshot, my hair is not so black, and a few white hairs are not so strange. ...
What made him change so much? It's the years, it's me. Every night, mom and dad came back late, and before they had a rest, I interrupted them, and a lot of problems emerged. And my father will always patiently guide me. At this time, I will find another problem-my father's white hair seems to be more.
Not only that, she finally had some time to take us out to play, either because I didn't have time to go or because I was always interrupted by sudden phone calls. In short, most of them ended in regret.
If it weren't for this photo, no one would remember his father's fatigue and running around, but even such a small photo is enough to make people cry.
A photo, recording a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo contains an emotion. It is such a small and far-reaching photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which erased the dust of memory and awakened a tear. ...
The story composition in the photo of the second primary school is 500 words.
In my photo album, there is a photo of me 10 months or so. In the photo, I am riding a fluffy puppy doll. It was winter. I wear a hat, a scarf around my neck and thick clothes. My nose is red. You may think it's frozen red, but it's not ... It's a long story. That day, I went to school in a walker. Who knows, as soon as I stepped out with one foot, I felt something was wrong. Then, I fell down the stairs. My mother turned around when she heard this. The moment I stopped, my whole brain didn't think anything, but I quickly reacted and burst into tears. My mother panicked and asked my father to help me up, take out the walker and touch my head. At this time, my father came running and looked at me from head to toe like a porcelain appraiser. He took a deep breath and said, "Fortunately, the quality of this walker is good, not very serious, but the nose is a little bruised."
Later, my parents sent me to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. According to their memories, the doctor said, "The child is fine elsewhere. It is this nose that has left sequelae and is prone to nosebleeds. Please be careful with your children in the future and stop touching your nose. "
So, from now on, I have another "arduous" job: protecting my nose.
Whenever I see this photo of my red nose in the photo album, I always think of my sad past and always touch my fragile nose. This incident also warned me that I should think twice before doing anything in the future. Although I am still young, this photo left an unforgettable memory for me. ...
The story in the photo of the third primary school, 500 words.
One sunny morning in Wan Li, my parents went to work, and only my brother and I stayed at home. Just look at the photo album if you have nothing to do. I looked and saw a family photo. That was taken when my family traveled to Tiananmen Square. Dad was wearing a straight suit and a blue tie. He put his arm around my shoulder. My mother is in high spirits, wearing a light blue coat, and her head is close to me, showing a sweet smile. I stood between my parents, her eyes narrowed into a crack and her eyebrows curved like two small crescent moons. I feel warm and happy when I see the photos.
I looked down and a strange photo attracted him. I saw that I was wearing a light green dress, with a sad face, dirty body, dusty face and a flustered look, and there was a broken bowl on the ground. At the corner, my brother leaned out a round little head and secretly smiled, even his mouth closed. He looks very naughty! It turned out that the bowl on the ground was accidentally broken when I was looking for something myself, and my brother was still laughing at his carelessness! I was embarrassed and my face turned red. I continued to look at photos, and I saw photos of myself and my parents going to the aquarium, the World Expo and the museum!
Although some things will be forgotten after a while, photos can record our past events and leave us with many unforgettable memories.
The story in the photo of the fourth primary school, 500 words.
Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up? Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.
Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.
Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.
I don't understand why the parting time is so lively. My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem. Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment. Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.
From the eyes of my family, 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.
The story in the photo of the fifth primary school, 500 words.
When I was a child, there were not many photos, but every photo had good memories. I don't really remember what happened when I was a child. It's all bits and pieces. My parents or grandparents told me about my childhood. My brother never told me anything about my childhood. I don't think he was old enough to remember clearly at that time, so he never told me about my childhood.
However, when I learned from my parents what I did to my brother when I was a child. I understand why my brother didn't tell me about my childhood. I also began to think that my childhood was the most difficult time for my brother.
Mom and dad said that what I did to my brother when I was a child can be described as "there is something in the sky, but there is nothing underground". My parents said that I always learned from my brother when I was a child, and I did whatever my brother did. There is a photo in which my brother puts his hand on my shoulder. I imitate my brother "not to be outdone", but I can't put my hand on my brother's shoulder because of my short arm. He wouldn't let me imitate him, so I hit him. That's what my parents said. Besides, mom and dad said that I once beat a brother to tears.
What a pity!
However, the relationship between our brother and sister is not what it was when we were children. Although there have been quarrels, we haven't stopped quarreling since he entered high school, and the probability of quarreling is zero.
Now we are like brothers and sisters that parents want. My family often praises me, saying that I am sensible and know how to get along well with my brother. That's right. I didn't understand it when I was a child, so I did it. Now that I'm grown up and sensible, of course I won't do that again.