Story composition of old photos

Article 1: Story composition of old photos

Years have washed away the traces of memory, and the past has long been blurred in my mind. Several moves, inter-city migration, although those photos have disappeared, but I remember that scene clearly.

ancestors

In my memory, my hometown is economically backward. This photo shows grandpa smoking in front of the old house. The house behind him is made of yellow mud and thatch. I heard from grandpa that it will rain lightly at home when it rains. Look over there, the mountains are rising. Don't think it's beautiful. It is difficult to walk. It takes more than ten miles to buy things in town, not to mention rainy and snowy days. Grandpa also said that in the past, farm work in the field depended on the weather. If the weather was bad, the harvest in the field would be poor. In this photo, I saw the bitterness of my ancestors.

Relatives or friends of one's parents.

In my father's time, when family conditions were good, we began to build brick houses. Although it is not big, the days are still good. In the photo, my father and his brothers are standing in front of their newly-built house, smoking and chatting. The house is made of red bricks and black tiles. Look at the side road. From the original dirt road to the gravel road, it is much more convenient to walk. Every household also keeps chickens and ducks. Dad said, "This time is much better than when I was a child, because my life has changed a lot with the income from sideline business." From this photo, I see the happiness of my parents.

oneself

By the time I was born, the countryside in my hometown had changed even more. Some conditions are good to build two or three-story small foreign buildings, and some conditions generally paint the house from the inside out. In this photo, I am sitting at the door reading a book. The road next to it has become a smooth cement road, and there are buses, which are more convenient to get in and out. The old house has been rebuilt again. Seeing this, I can't help but say, "The changes in my hometown are really great! It is similar to life in the city. " From this photo, I see the happiness of our generation.

I saw a lot in the old photos, maybe my hometown will change, but I will always remember the frozen images in these three photos.

Article 2: Story composition of old photos

Looking through old photos and watching my growing footprints, I changed from a girl who is neither male nor female to a happy girl. I looked at myself from page to page, sometimes happy and sometimes sad. However, I stopped when I saw this.

This photo was taken with my father when I was 7 months old. At that time, my hands and feet were like lotus root joints, and my hair had not yet grown out. I am chubby, sitting in a chair, like a Tathagata.

I was sitting on my throne sofa with a toy in one hand and a fist in the other. There is also a TV remote control panel on my left foot, and I looked up at my father admiringly. Where's dad? He pouted and held an egg in his hand. I seem to be asking, "Dad, what is this!" "Dad said," Baby, this is delicious! " "

Looking at my father's kind eyes in the photo, I remembered many happy times with my father. Every time I go upstairs, I always clamor for riding my shoulders, and my father will agree no matter how tired I am. He will put me on his shoulder and shake me around, so I always hold his hair tightly. Every time I am scolded by my mother, she always stands with me like being scolded.

You may think that my father taught me to eat eggs when I was seven months old. I must love eggs now, right? You are wrong! I hate eating eggs, but my father still loves me.

The third part: the story composition of old photos

There is a photo in my photo album. From the yellowed photos, there are wisps of laughter, golden sunshine six years ago, fleeting time and old flavor.

There are two people in the photo. My sister and I are sitting on a stone. My sister is very happy, but I seem to think a little. Why my sister and I have different expressions? We have to start with taking pictures.

On this day, grandma took us to Dinghai Park to play. Lush trees and beautiful scenery. We talked and laughed. When we came to a yard, there was a pond. Grandma suggested taking a picture, and of course we agreed. Grandma asked us to sit on two stones in front of the rockery and said, "Sister is big and sister is small. Come on! " I sat up at once, but my sister was unhappy, which puzzled us two monks. Under grandma's "negotiation", I finally found out that my sister refused to "feel inferior" and grandma had to do "ideological work", but my sister refused to sit down, which was difficult for grandma. Grandma looked at me with expectant eyes and said, "Sister should sit on your stone, or else …" I quickly moved to a small stone next to me and sat down, and my sister smiled. Grandma boasted, "You are really a sister. You know how to be modest! " I can't laugh when I think about what grandma said. I just remember the word "humility" firmly. With the flash, this moment is frozen, and "humility" is also frozen.

Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the unchanging memory is warm.

The fourth part: the story composition of old photos

I don't know how long it's been since I opened that old photo album. I picked it up carefully, gently blew away the dust that had been sealed for a long time, and turned to the first page. It was an unforgettable "Primary School graduation photo" with pure friendship.

This photo was taken on a sunny morning. As always, everyone sat quietly in their respective positions for morning exercise. Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the silence. Teacher Chen, the head teacher, hurried into the classroom and told everyone, "Get ready, classmates, put on the red scarf, and we will shoot in a moment." However, all the students in the class didn't seem to hear it. Although everyone put down their pens, no one got up. Because we are all grown up, we understand that graduation photo means leaving this familiar campus and being separated from our classmates and teachers. So, none of us want to shoot graduation photo! It seems quieter in class than in morning exercise, and you can even hear the sound of a needle falling. Teacher Chen seems to have seen through our thoughts and said to us earnestly, "Students, I know you don't want to be separated, but the cruel fact is that you will leave your old classmates and teachers and embark on a new journey in half a month." Why don't you accept this reality and leave your purest friendship, sincere blessing and brightest smile in this class? "

With a heavy and sad heart, we stood in a good position, shoulder to shoulder with our best classmates, forgot all the pain of parting, remembered our former feelings, clicked in front of the camera, and all the bits and pieces of primary school for six years were fixed in this memorable old photo.