That photo contains my childhood memories, my yearning, and my feelings. There is a beautiful memory hidden in that photo.

The following is a "700-word essay on stories in photos" compiled by me for everyone. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it.

A 700-word essay on stories in photos. I opened the old photo album at home, and the yellowed photos caught my eye.

That is a photo of my mother and uncle when they were children.

The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old. She is wearing a small square-necked cloth gown and a pair of trousers. She is hugging the tree trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is preparing to climb up the tree.

As for my uncle, he was carrying a large bamboo pole more than three meters long, not knowing what he was going to do.

After asking my mother, I found out that they were going to eat the cicada shells.

In those days, cicada husk was an excellent Chinese medicinal material.

Every summer vacation, children from all families would get up early, carrying small baskets and long bamboo poles to look for cicada shells in the groves in the village.

The older brothers and sisters climbed up the tree to look for cicadas and cicada shells, while the younger brothers and sisters helped pass bamboo poles and pick up cicadas and cicada shells. They cooperated very well.

Children often set out early in the morning with dry food and don't want to go home until dark.

At this time, their small baskets were filled with cicada shells, and the small baskets with lids were filled with cicadas that had not yet fallen out of their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried the cicada shells and sent them to the drug store in the town every few days, so that the tuition for the year was covered.

During the good harvest, the extra money can also be used to buy some school supplies!

The cicadas in the small basket that have not completely shelled out are another rare delicacy for people.

Every night, when the cicadas are out of their shells, the children can't wait to clean the pink and tender cicadas, shouting for the adults to put them in the pot, fry them until crispy, then sprinkle some salt on them and eat them deliciously.

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There are even children who are as greedy as cats. On the way to the drug store to sell cicada shells, they secretly hide a few cicada shells. When they get home, when adults are not paying attention while cooking, they fry them in a pan and put them in their mouths.

Li ate it with relish.

Do you know what a delicious food this was for the children at that time!

This yellowed black and white photo seems to have brought me into my mother’s childhood, allowing my mother and I to enjoy that beautiful and happy time together!

A 700-word essay on the story in the photo. Today is really boring. I’m tired of jumping rubber bands. I’ve finished my homework. My computer is poisoned. My friends have gone to Yuntai Mountain. My parents are at work. The TV is not good to watch... It’s so boring!

What are you having fun with?

boring!

Check out the photo album – yes, great idea!

Opening the photo album, there are two photos that stand out the most. One was taken by my mother when I was traveling in Beijing last year, and the other was taken by Qi Xiaorui’s mother while Qi Xiaorui was taking a photo, and she accidentally took a photo of me.

These two pictures were taken at the same time and at the same place.

Qi Xiaorui thought her photo was too ugly, so she gave it to me.

Looking at the photos, I felt like I was in Beijing again and ran into the photos.

The weather was really hot, so I wore a white vest and a pink skirt and took a travel agency bus to Badaling, Beijing, ready to climb the world-famous Great Wall.

Along the way, I saw the winding Great Wall of Badaling just from the car window. It looked like a giant white dragon, lying prone on the green Badaling.

I looked up and watched, filled with a sense of sacredness.

When I arrived at the entrance of Badaling, I laughed out loud. There was a tree-shaped sign at the entrance of the majestic Great Wall, which read in colorful round letters: Badaling Bear Paradise!

What’s even more ridiculous is that there are two cute and honest black bears carved on the side of the sign.

I laughed, and the sacred feeling in my heart disappeared.

Is this the legendary Badaling?

I laughed harder.

My schoolmate's stomach ached, tears came out of his eyes, and he couldn't close his mouth.

After he recovered a little, he looked up and saw the ridiculous sign again, his body trembling with laughter.

Suddenly I felt a light flashing on me, and I reluctantly looked up. It turned out that my mother was taking a picture of me. I didn't want her to take the picture, but I couldn't stop laughing and couldn't speak.

Such a funny sign, why don’t those foreigners burst into laughter after seeing it?

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help laughing. Those merchants bought the land at the entrance of the Great Wall in order to make money. This is shameful!

If I were the mayor of Beijing, I would definitely impose a ban on any business contracting in front of Beijing’s historical attractions.

Isn't this an abuse of the jade-like white dragon of the Great Wall?

Although the bear is cute, it is obviously inappropriate to place it next to the Great Wall!

700-word essay on stories in photos 3. Open the photo album, page by page, and admire the photos of your childhood one by one. They are so cute.

I often look at the photos and sigh: "I am actually so old." After flipping through the photos, a square color photo suddenly attracted me.

The photo shows a smiling woman holding a fat baby dressed in pink.

The fat baby was holding an orange with his hand, stretched his neck towards the orange, opened his small cherry mouth and bit into the orange, his eyes were smiling like moon buds.

Look at her honest and honest look. It's really funny. Do you want to know who she is?

She - that's me.