There is an old yellow photo in my photo album. Although its surface is not very clear, I can vaguely read the story in the photo.

Looking through the old photos, I found that there were no colorful background pictures, no bright people and clothes, only sincere smiles from the heart.

When mom and dad were young, their living conditions were not as good as they are now, but they had endless joy. I quietly looked at the photos in my hand and couldn't help but sigh: "Mom is really beautiful, with a smile on her round face, and Dad has a pair of awesome black eyes. He is tall, like a soldier defending the country. Dad is really handsome. "

I was fascinated by it, and I don't know how long it took to find my mother standing beside me. "Mom, when was this photo taken?" I asked this and that curiously. My mother told me the story recorded in the photo in detail: this photo is a wedding photo of your father and me. At that time, the family conditions were not good and I couldn't afford to wear a wedding dress. This ordinary dress makes me very satisfied. Your grandmother bought this dress in town the day before her mother's wedding. I bought it and tried it on. It doesn't fit. Your grandmother cut it overnight, and I still have it.

Listening to my mother's quiet story, I have been meditating, and my mind has a picture of my grandmother cutting clothes for my mother. At this moment, I looked at my mother's weather-beaten face, with wrinkles like deep ravines. Compared with the rosy face in the photo, I can't help feeling bitter. And dad, where is his straight back? His broad shoulders have long been crushed by the burden of his family.

Return to absolute being, I stared at the photos in my hand again, lost in thought. ...

Chapter two: The story of old photos.

Open the dusty photo album for a long time, and a slightly yellowed old photo comes into view. Although it took a long time, I vaguely heard that this is a happy family. At that time, my father was just a child, and now he has reached the age of no doubt, but he still often thinks of his childhood, and it is not hard to hear from his words that it should be his best time.

get through

At that time, our family was not rich, so for me, even eating the most common candy is a luxury now ... My father always choked up slightly every time he said this, and his eyes looked into the distance, as if something was buried deep in his heart.

His eyes were slightly red and he sighed lightly. "Well, I won't eat sugar until your great-grandmother comes back. At that time, I really thought grandma was the best person in the world. " Then why does grandma have sugar? "I asked absently. A shallow smile suddenly appeared on father's face. "Because at that time, every time she came back from Shanghai, she always used her little money to buy me some delicious food, but she was too young to understand anything. She was so busy eating that she forgot ... my father's face became gloomy again. Alas ... my father's heavy sigh came from my ear. I can't help but be confused by my father's uncertainty, but looking at his red eyes, I dare not ask any more questions.

then

"Grandma still left and went to a place I can't find anymore." At this point, my father in front of me seems like a child. It was a cold winter, and the bleak wind was blowing hard, making people tremble. That year, she was ill. At that time, there were many people coming and going at home, all of whom came to visit her. They talk to grandma, especially your grandparents. They always take pains to take care of grandma, feed her and drink medicine ... only I know nothing and do nothing, thinking that she will get better, but she, she left me forever at that time. Father shook his head helplessly and sighed lightly.

at present

Hearing this, I was deeply moved by my family. I seem to understand the meaning of this sentence in an instant. "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it." "I really regret not taking good care of her in her last days. It's been so many years, and now I can't see her again. Father said with a sigh. He suddenly turned his head and said to me immersed in the story, "It's really like watching the moss turn into snow. You are thirteen years old. It's time to be sensible. Dad has nothing to tell you. Don't forget to respect the old and love the young. Don't wait until you lose it to regret it. I nodded. ...

It is the solstice of spring again. In this new year, I seem to see the best things in this world and understand that this is the most touching truth in this world. ...

Chapter three: The story of old photos.

Life has only three days: yesterday, today and tomorrow. Yesterday has passed, and it is a sealed photo album; Today has just arrived, it is the rising sun; Tomorrow hasn't come yet, it's a fairy tale waiting to be read. When I patted the dust on yesterday's photo album, I couldn't help turning it over. A red umbrella suddenly caught my eye. Look closely, there are three familiar figures under the umbrella, and a series of stories appear behind them.

She, suitable for red; Her face, blooming like a flower; She has a pair of eyes like autumn water; She has a heart like an ice crystal; She is like a doll, innocent and lively, and lovable.

One boring summer, I was depressed on my way home because I failed the exam. At this time, she caught up with me and silently stayed by my side. She didn't comfort me, but silently rolled up my arm. We walked in step, only hearing footsteps and each other's breathing.

It's really "June Day, Baby Face". A moment ago, the sky was clear in Wan Li, but now, there is a strong wind. Soon, raindrops fell from the sky like broken beads. You chase after me, without showing weakness. She took an umbrella for a rainy day, and I hid under her umbrella. Stand still. Look at the sky with a bitter face. In this silent rain, we are close together, as if two people add up to a small world.

It is raining harder and harder. When will it end? We can't wait here. It never rains but it pours! How can I be so unlucky! "Say that finish, I was the first to hold up an umbrella and rushed into the rain. She hurried after him and said, "No, don't be a hero. You will get sick in the rain. " I didn't listen to her advice and shouted, "No problem, you are so annoying, just like my mother. "I left her.

She paused and followed closely.

I ran in the rain and tripped. She ran up. Pull me up quickly and cover my head with an umbrella. We hugged each other tightly and walked forward. She still walked quietly, her eyes were calm, and she said calmly, "I fell, got up and walked on, just like in front of the net." Her words and her silence infected me.

My heart began to stretch, I reached out and held her hand, and a warm current spread all over my body. The umbrella stands upright among us. At this time, she said happily, "How nice!" Her eyebrows cocked up and her mouth became a beautiful arc. Her face is pink and peach blossom. Reflect with the red umbrella into a brilliant morning glow.

I don't know when the rain stopped. We left a beautiful moment under the colorful rainbow.

I stared at the photo, staring at her in the photo. How she suits red! The apparent calm can't hide her inner enthusiasm. Her heart is as warm as the color of an umbrella. Without the umbrella of friendship, the raindrops in my heart came. Except for her, who is the shade in my unobstructed sky?

Chapter four: The story of old photos.

Inadvertently, I opened the drawer and found an old photo of a little girl standing on the podium. Looking at this photo, bits and pieces of the past clearly emerge in front of us. "Classmates, I want to tell you a good news. Our school will choose a classmate to participate in the speech contest held in the city to see who can show off. "

Haha, I couldn't restrain my joy and almost laughed. It seems that I won the first prize in the county-level speech contest and have a chance to show my style again.

Unexpectedly, I failed in the primary election, and it was the new humble Mix who defeated me. This is really surprising.

Mix didn't come to school in recent days. He must be preparing for the speech contest! I don't want to think, but I can't help thinking. "Liu, xiaoxiao is in the hospital, you know? Let's go and see her together! " One day after school, the teacher stopped me. If you are ill, you will be ill. What's the big deal? Why do you want me to visit? But I can't refuse the teacher. In that case, it seems that I am too ungrateful.

When we arrived at the hospital, we rushed directly to the ward. Through the glass on the door, I saw Xiaoxiao leaning on the bed and looking at something. Hum, it's quite hard. I must be familiar with the manuscript. "I have long wanted to ask the teacher to take you here. I had a car accident. The doctor said I couldn't get out of bed for ten and a half months, so I couldn't take part in the speech contest. You should seize the opportunity. " "This is my prepared speech, maybe I can give you some help. The speech needs to be sensational, but not too much. It should be expressed naturally. Your flaw may be here. I don't know if you feel it. "

Looking at the speech in her hand, my face is a little hot. "I ..." I feel like I've knocked over a five-flavor bottle. I have a lot to say, but I hesitated for a long time and only said, "I'll go all out!"

When I put the certificate of the first prize and the photo when I received the prize in front of Mix, she smiled more happily than I did. "Congratulations, you are the best!" "We embraced, and our two young hearts clung together, enjoying the joy of success and the sweetness of friendship.

Later, I learned from my teacher that Mix won the first prize in the provincial speech contest. Her injury is not very serious. I just saw that I was so frustrated and wanted to regain my confidence and gave up the game on my own initiative.

When I closed the drawer, my heart was still full of ups and downs: her abandonment made me stand on the stage of the speech contest. Thank you, Mix!

Chapter five: The story of old photos.

The past has long been like a page I have read, which has been overwhelmed by the book I am reading now, and there is no sign of coming into view again. Slowly and gently, I looked through the old books, and the slightly yellow books rippled. When I was in the middle of reading, a photo was printed in my eyes. That photo made my heart tremble. For an instant, my eyes blurred.

At that time, I graduated from the sixth grade and took a photo after class. In the photo, four girls stand in a row with smiles on their faces, holding hands tightly together. You hold my hand, and I hold your hand, just like the friendship between the four of us is tightly United, for fear that this beautiful emotion will slip away from us and never come back. After taking the photo, I still clearly remember that the hands of the four of us are still tightly held together, and everyone seems to have telepathy for the other three people, even more uniform than the movements when queuing for exercises. The left leg comes out first, and the right leg comes out later, leaving the photo location in unison. After that, we got closer. After class, the four of us always talk about math, Chinese, English and so on. But everyone has his own ideas, and every time he blushes, the bell rings. After class, four people gathered around to discuss and explain, and our friendship would not be broken because of the last question. ...

As we all know, in junior high school, with the increase of subjects and pressure, there are fewer and fewer days to get together. We are more aware of how much parents expect of themselves. They all want their children to become talents, and tutoring and cram schools will follow. However, all this did not affect the friendship between the four of us, but gave us enough motivation to run forward. Before the final exam, we still get together to discuss the study. I believe that the seeds of friendship have been planted in the hearts of the four of us, and this tree of friendship is thriving!

Article 6: The Story of Old Photos

Opening this thick photo album, a group of old photos came into view, which reminded me of the past.

This group of photos was taken many years ago when our family went to visit Laomaoshan. On the first page of the album, there is a photo of us at the foot of the mountain. Behind us is a bottomless pool called Longtan, in which a group of fish swim freely. I am only as tall as an adult sitting on a stone. Between the green mountains and green waters, we left this photo.

Open a few pages and you can see a photo of us halfway up the mountain. There is a big stone that can hold hundreds of people halfway up the mountain. Let's have a rest there. We took out the food and sat comfortably on the stone, enjoying the scenery while eating. Just when everyone was sharing watermelons, my cousin took out her camera and recorded this wonderful moment.

A few pages later, there is a photo of a family sitting on the "welcome pine". "Welcome Pine" is a famous scenic spot in Laomaoshan. As the name implies, it is a pine tree, which looks like welcoming guests. It is located at the intersection of the hillside path and the path leading to the top of the mountain, with several red strips of cloth tied on it. When we arrived here, my cousin immediately suggested taking a group photo here, and everyone readily agreed, so some of us leaned on the low trunk of the "welcome pine" and some stood by the tree and took this photo.

The last photo in this group is a photo of our family at the top of the mountain. After several hours of climbing, we finally reached the top of the mountain. There are many pine trees and stones on the top of the mountain. Everyone found a clean place to sit down and decided to have a rest at the top of the mountain and prepare to go down. After the rest, everyone sat on the sunny top of the mountain and left this last photo.

These old photos record unforgettable stories and cherish precious memories.