Story in the photo 1 In the morning, when I was tidying up the bookshelf, I accidentally turned to an album. I gently brushed the dust off it and opened it. Its voice echoed with the wind. A photo came into view: a little girl was sitting on the ground, her father was holding skates, his eyes were tearful and his face was wrinkled with injustice, while his father on the other side was smiling and frowning. The photo in my hand seemed to leave my hand under the call of the wind, and my mood flew to that warm memory with it.
"Dad, when I get 100, you can buy me skates, too!" When I first went to primary school, I looked at my classmates' shiny shoes and envied them. Father put down the pen galloping on the paper and touched my head: "Well, then study hard!" " "But his eyes didn't leave the paper on the table. I saw him perfunctory me, snorted discontentedly, patted off the hand still on my head and left angrily.
Half a semester passed, and I held two papers with a score of 100 and one with a score of 99 in my hand. I excitedly held it over my head and showed it to my father, but what I got was: "How come one is not a perfect score!" Go to study and don't disturb my work! "I turned around and two bean-sized tears rolled down.
Another semester and a half passed. I held three full-mark papers tightly in my hand, hesitated, and slowly extended my hand holding the papers: "Dad, I ... I got full marks, can you ... can you buy it for me ..." Before I finished, my father interrupted me: "Shouldn't I get full marks?" How dare you reward me? ""But you clearly said ... ""Go away, I want to work! "I no longer have expectations. I turned around, clutched the paper tightly, wiped my tears hard, threw the paper into a ball and ran out angrily, but I didn't notice the complicated eyes behind me, which were tired, helpless and loved me.
One day, while I was doing my homework, my father pushed open the door and came in, walking very lightly. He crept up to my bed, put something down, glanced at me and went out. I turned my head. It was a pair of skates.
On that day, my father put down his endless work, accompanied me to learn skating, and watched me fall and get up again, showing a long-lost smile. "Click", this moment was recorded.
The story in the photo, Grade 6 Composition 2, Time flies slowly, Time flies slowly …
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Whenever I am alone at home, I always like to look through one album after another, and every bit of our life will jump into my heart.
This is a photo of my father and I climbing the levee together. I was only about three or four years old at that time. In front of my father, I grabbed the crack in the levee with one hand. My father held me firmly with one hand, probably for fear that I would fall off the steep river bank. In the photo, my father and I are smiling happily at the camera. At that time, the face was so cute. At that time, my father was very young-handsome, with smooth skin and black hair. Today, my face is still fleshy and lovely, but there are more and more wrinkles on my father's face and less black hair on his head. In just a few years, it seems that I haven't grown up yet, but my father is getting older. Is it really time and tide wait for no man?
The second photo is a stills of "Dream Baby" organized by Education TV. I recite poems with my mother, who is my assistant. In the photo, my mother and I are both wearing blue dresses. I was standing on my mother's chest, an innocent girl. Four years passed quickly, and I was above my mother's shoulder. Although I still snuggle up to my mother every day and want to be a "little parasite" who will never grow up in her arms, I thought my mother would not be old, but what about her? Her tight skin is a little slack, her white hair is much more, and the time is always so unsatisfactory. How can we keep her youth?
There is also a family photo worth mentioning. All three of us are wearing ribbons. At that time, I was already in the sixth grade, and it was also the last prize I won in the experimental primary school-Qinyang Poetry Society. Looking back on my six-year study life in primary school, I got a lot of praise. What honor is not behind the silent efforts of parents? In the past six years, even though I was very busy at work, they were willing to help me sort out the information and coach me to meet the challenge. Days, days pass slowly, slowly, mom and dad, it is your little efforts that have made me who I am now!
Photos, recalling the past, recording the wonderful present will also present a brilliant future!
When I saw this old black and white photo 80 years ago, I hated the Japanese from the bottom of my heart. The photo shows such a scene: in the ruins of the railway station, a crying little boy sat, and the tall building next to it collapsed instantly, with bodies everywhere. What happened here? Why is the little boy crying? Let's review the tragic scene.
On August 28th, xx, a mother took a little boy who was only two or three years old to visit her father by train. They came to Shanghai South Railway Station, which was packed with people and was extremely prosperous. The crowd poured into the railway station like waves. The little boy was very happy because it was the first time he came to such a busy place. They didn't know that the disaster was approaching them step by step.
The mother took the little boy to the platform to wait for the train. Suddenly, there was a "meowing" sound outside, and the mother rushed out of the platform with her little boy in her arms. It turned out that the sound was an air raid alarm. I saw a dozen Japanese planes hovering in the air like eagles. The crowd immediately panicked and fled like headless flies. Japanese planes dropped a dozen missiles and flew down like a downpour. In an instant, the railway station was in ruins, with countless casualties. The overpass was crumbling, people's bodies were scattered in a pool of blood, and the new train was blown apart.
The little boy's mother, in order to protect the child, protected the little boy with her body, and her mother was blown to the bone. The little boy sat alone on the winding track, crying cross-legged. He cried and shouted, "Mom ... Mom ..." But there was no response for a long time. Later, he was discovered and adopted by a photographer. From then on, he lived happily and healthily. When he grew up, he became a PLA man to defend his country.
History tells us that you will be beaten if you fall behind. Therefore, from now on, I will study hard and make contributions to my motherland when I grow up.
The story in the photo is not eternal, but the recorded scene will never be lost.
When I opened the photo album covered with thick dust, my fingers flipped at will, and scenes passed in my mind. I suddenly stopped my finger and stared at the old photo. My body trembled uncontrollably and tears rained down. ...
In the photo, an elderly man is holding a little girl in blue, and both faces are filled with flower-like smiles. Yes, that little girl is me and that old man is my grandfather.
Wan Li clear sky, the sun father-in-law lazily shed wisps of sunshine. Miss Yun carefully tidied up her white dress for fear of getting dirty, and the birds combed their bright feathers in the air.
On this day, grandpa took me to the river to play. Walking to the river, red carp, pink lotus and green lotus leaf seem to be competing with the United States. I was shocked, because I have never seen such a beautiful scenery! The sound of "cicada-cicada-"attracted my attention like a magnet. I looked around, but I couldn't find the sound source. I pulled my grandpa's skirt and asked, "What's that noise?" Grandpa smiled and said, "That's the sound of cicada. Because it makes the sound of cicada, cicada, some people call them cicadas." "Grandpa, what do they look like?" I asked eagerly. Grandpa told me that they lived in a tree. So at my request, my grandfather carried me on his back so that I could see the cicada ... This scene was recorded by my mother on her mobile phone and kept in an album.
Looking at the young and strong grandfather in the photo, looking at the grandfather now, ah, grandpa is old, his hair is white, his spine is bent, and he can't carry it anymore! I just found out that time slipped away quietly! In the eyes of adults, I am still the same, but I understand that when I grow up, I can't always rely on others. I have to face the ups and downs of life alone ... That photo awakened my childhood and even my fleeting memories. Thank you for your photo. It reminds me that time is passing by. ...
The story in the photo The sixth grade composition 5 Seeing the photo, I think everyone should know who the hero is in the photo! He is Shen Kuo, one of the most knowledgeable scientists in the Northern Song Dynasty! Shen Kuo's tomb is in Xiaxiwan Village, Anxi, near Dongtiaoxi, my hometown. He is proficient in astronomy. Mathematical physics. Chemistry. biology Geography ... He is also an excellent engineer, and so on.
Shen Kuo was born in Qiantang, Zhejiang. He is a rich family. His father's name is Shen Zhou, and he used to live in Quanzhou. Kaifeng. Jiangning and other places are officials. Her mother is a well-educated person Shen Kuo has been diligent and studious since childhood. Under the guidance of her mother, at the age of fourteen, she finished reading all the books at home. Later, I followed my father to many places and had the opportunity to get in touch with society, which increased my knowledge and showed my superhuman intelligence.
He became an official at the age of 24. In Jiangsu. Anhui. Henan and other places have made county orders. At the age of thirty-three, he won the highest reputation in the imperial examination and was promoted constantly, which brought him into contact with astronomy. Astronomical phenomena and historical speculation have more opportunities to read more royal books and enrich their knowledge. Then, Shen Kuo was favored and reused by Prime Minister Wang Anshi. However, no ups and downs in life are called Heaven, so Wang Anshi's political reform failed and Shen Kuo was framed and relegated. Since then, he has been exiled and his political career has come to an end!
Some records say that Shen Kuo spent his old age in Zhenjiang, Jiangsu, but I heard my great-grandfather say that Shen Kuo spent his old age in Xiaxiwan Village, Anxi. Shen Kuo lived in Dongtiaoxi in his later years, summed up his life experience and scientific activities, and wrote famous scientific masterpieces at home and abroad! Meng Qian Bitan and Forgetting Records. Meng Qian's pen talk is the coordinate in the history of science, which is extremely rich in content and records many of his inventions and creations. Discovery and insight, Shen Kuo is a scientific generalist!
This is Shen Kuo's life, and he has experienced many ups and downs. The frustrations and difficulties eventually led to many masterpieces in his later years, which won people's respect, so that every year our teacher Tomb-Sweeping Day always took us to pay homage to Shen Kuo and observed a three-minute silence for him! Whenever this happens, I will miss this great scientist with great admiration!
Although he has been away from us for more than 700 years, his great achievements will always be remembered in our hearts! Students, let's take Shen Kuo as an example, study hard and contribute to the prosperity of our motherland!
The story in the photo. Open the yellowed photo, and the memory slowly emerges in my mind. I don't know when these memories were blurred, but these photos just helped me leave these memories.
This photo was taken by my grandmother in kindergarten with an old camera that can't be taken now. In the photo, I am dancing with a smile. Although I am all thumbs, I can see that I am really happy, as if I am the only one dancing around.
I still remember that it was Children's Day, and the white "cotton candy" in the blue sky made people want to take a bite. A few birds fly by from time to time, singing beautiful songs, as if heralding the joy of the festival. I stood at the window and looked at my parents downstairs, and my heart couldn't help pounding. I have been looking for a familiar figure-my grandmother. I thought she would come first, but I didn't see her. My hands are clutching the skirt horn, and my palms are already sweating. I'm afraid my grades are not good and my grandmother won't come to see me. In this way, I stood at the window, dull and confused.
"Come on, we're going to perform!" The teacher's phone call interrupted my train of thought. At that time, I thought that grandma might really not come. The birds in the air flew back and landed on the tree, without singing or playing, as if they were just watching our performance wholeheartedly.
Finally, I went downstairs. There are many parents calling their classmates' names, and some even cheering. I've been expecting that voice, but I can't hear it. I realized that grandma really didn't come. When the music started, we began to dance, but when I stood among my classmates, I was very nervous. I looked at the person in front, and I went to find her again. Suddenly, I saw it, I saw it, it was grandma, it was grandma, and I almost cried. I saw grandma panting, her forehead was covered with sweat, and she took pictures of me with an old camera in her hand. Immediately, my dance steps caught up with the rhythm, and I wanted my grandmother to see my performance and my best performance. The bird hasn't started singing yet, and it will also play music for me.
The performance ended successfully, and I also knew the reason why grandma was late. I almost cried when I heard the reason. It turned out that grandma asked me to take the camera home late.
The photos of my dancing will always exist in the photo album, and that unforgettable memory will always accompany me.