15 Stories from an Old Photo
Stories from an Old Photo 1I have many, many old photos, and my favorite is the one of my brother-in-law getting married.
It was a cold and festive morning and our family had invited many guests to the Queen's Hotel for my brother-in-law's wedding. I was just 2 years old, and I remember that after a few bites of food, my grandmother had to go and take care of the other guests, leaving me in the hands of my grandmother. Because I had been living with my grandmother, I was a bit of a stranger to my mother-in-law. As soon as she hugged me, I cried loudly in aggravation, attracting a lot of guests, and my grandmother hurriedly ran to hug me in aggravation, saying, "Good baby, don't cry". Back to my grandmother's familiar embrace, I broke into tears, with tears still hanging on my face. At this time, my mom also came over, saw me smiled, said: "baby, do not cry, come to smile, take a picture to remember". Just heard a click, mom got me a picture of me crying. All my photos are smiling, only this one is when I cried mom for me to find.
This photo is a record of a photo of me crying, but it is a record of a memorable and wonderful moment in my growing up, which is of extraordinary significance. I love old photos, but I love this old photo with a story even more.
The story of an old photo2In my family's photo album, there is an unusual old photo, that is, I participated in the "Shangqiu Spring Festival Gala" and Mr. Dashan's photo. In the photo, we put Mr. Dashan in the middle of the tightly, everyone's face with a smile, and a lot of small friends also made a lot of interesting poses.
I remember when I was 4 years old, I was lucky enough to participate in the opening dance of the Shangqiu Spring Festival Gala. It was my first time to participate in the program, although I was the youngest, but I was not nervous at all. In the lounge, I even met a foreigner, who was just like what I saw on TV: tall, with yellow hair, blue eyes and white skin, and the key was that he could speak Chinese. The teacher said, "This is Mr. Dashan! It's the special guest host of this party, we can take a picture with him later." We were so happy to hear that! After the show, we surrounded Mr. Dashan in the middle, he looked happy, I also happy to smile, only to hear the "click", a lovely smiling face appeared in the photo.
Later, I heard my mom say that Mr. Dashan is still the "ambassador" of Shangqiu! Mr. Dashan's grandparents used to live in Shangqiu, and he came to Shangqiu several times to "find his roots" and said that Shangqiu is his second hometown.
This is a precious old photo!
An old photo of the story 3
The old Shanghai train station, a little boy and mom and dad just got off the train. The mom was holding the boy, the dad was carrying the luggage, and the three of them were walking and laughing.
Suddenly, there was a burst of airplane sounds, and someone said, "The devils are coming, run." They threw down their luggage and ran. However, Dad was blown away by a bomb, and Mom screamed Dad's name, but all that came was crying and shouting. Suddenly, a grenade flew down from a high place, and the mom, in no hurry to escape, pushed the child out as hard as she could. The child fell a few meters away from his mother, and the grenade exploded at her feet. The mother lay in a pool of blood, unable to get up. The child let out a loud scream, "Dad, mom."
After the explosion stopped, a kind reporter saw the lonely little boy and sent him to an orphanage. From then on, he never saw his parents again and was not cared for.
I would like to compare myself with him. I am so happy now, I have a father and a mother to play with, and I have a good school.
I hope that people all over the world will keep the peace and stop the wars.
The story of an old photo4
On July 7, 1937, the Japanese imperialists launched the "7.7 Incident". From then on, they began to invade China, breaking the previous peace in China. Today, I would like to introduce to you an old photo taken by a reporter on August 8, 1937, when the Japanese invaders were bombing the Shanghai South Railway Station.
Shanghai South Railway Station is still crowded with people, but there is not the laughter of the past, there is panic and crowded people everywhere. People are scrambling to get away from this dangerous place to a place where there is no war and where they can live and work in peace and happiness. A young couple holding a child in their arms also wanted to take their young child on a train to leave this busy city and escape the impending war. At that moment, from the sky came the sound of "Buzz-buzz-buzz", followed by the ear-splitting sound of an air-raid siren. Panicked people shouted, "The bombers are coming! The bombers are coming!" Instantly, dozens of bombs whistled down from the sky. The newly bustling and lively Shanghai South Railway Station was turned into a deadly ruin in the blink of an eye. The footbridge broke, the railroad twisted ...... waiting room beams were blown off, the father who held the child in the time of crisis, use all the strength of the whole body, threw the child to the side of the railroad, but he was collapsed beams crushed to death. Smoke filled ruins, that child has been crying: "Dad ...... mom ...... where are you ...... "
A few days later, someone found the child's body at the Shanghai South Railway Station. His stomach had been as thin as a pancake, and he had been starved alive!
Damn Japs, we must make our motherland rich and strong, so that other countries no longer dare to invade us.
The story of an old photo5
This is an old photo of August 28, 1937, when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station. A little boy sits in a puddle of rubble, staring blankly at everything in front of him. To his left is a bridge that has been blown up, and not far away are the sounds of explosions and houses collapsing from time to time!
The little boy on the picture is called Xiao Lie, he is only two or three years old, when he saw everything in front of him, he cried, his face was covered with teardrops. The first thing I realized was that the Japanese were bombing the city of Shanghai!
A bomb flew towards their house and exploded. Mom and Grandma died on the spot, leaving only Dad and Little Lie and Sister. Dad took Xiao Lie and his sister to the street, which was full of ruins. A bomb flew at them again and again, and Dad and Sister blocked the bomb together and fell in a pool of blood.
Three years old! Did the Japanese refuse to spare even a three-year-old child? When I saw this photo, I had only one thought in my mind, and that was hate! I hate why the Japanese invaded our China, why did they seize our land? I will not forget the national shame,, and more will call for peace and defense of peace!
Students, let us hold hands to defend peace, I believe that peace will not be too far away from us.
An old photo story6Hey, isn't this a picture of my sister and me together? I was looking at the photo album in my mom's cell phone when I saw this photo. Why is my sister so ugly in the photo! Little bald head, staring eyes, pouting little mouth, a reluctant look.
This photo was taken when my sister was not yet a month old. When my sister was first born, my mom always refused to let me hold her. Finally, one day, my mom could not resist my soft persuasion and agreed to let me hold my sister, and I was so happy that I danced around. So, mom let me sit on the sofa, and then put my sister on my lap, I use both hands to gently embrace my sister.
Who knows, as soon as I took my sister in my arms, her face changed from sunny to cloudy to crying. No, just like I said above, glaring eyes, pouting little mouth, a reluctant look. My mom looked at it, hurriedly made me smile, and then took this picture.
Suddenly, "wow" sound, I was shocked, my ears suddenly "wow" sound, it turned out that my sister cried. Mom rushed to hold over the sister, hey, her face actually turned from cloudy to sunny, turned into a smile. The first time I saw her, I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her.
Read this story, do you think it is very funny? In fact, this story for me is not funny at all, I on the contrary feel very precious. Because this photo records the first time I hugged my sister.
An old photo of the story 7Mom has a photo album, which puts all the photos of her childhood, my mother and I often look through it, there is a photo is my favorite, about this photo there is a very interesting story it!
This is a photo of my mom in Tiananmen Square. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. The little girl in the photo is chubby, wearing a snow cap on her head, wearing a flowery dress, smiling beautifully.
Mom told me that at that time, Grandpa was studying in Beijing, and Grandma took her mom to visit him. On the day of the preparation to leave Beijing, grandma took mom to Tiananmen Square, mom saw a lot of people lining up to take pictures, the line was very long and long, like a dragon. The line was so long that it looked like a line. My mom yelled that she wanted to take a picture too. After waiting in line for a long time, my grandmother said to my mother, "We're going to miss the train, don't take a picture." My mother was very upset. Mom was very upset and cried and fussed, so grandma said: "Don't cry, then go ask the uncle who takes the picture if he can let you take the picture first." Mom rushed to the camera and asked the uncle who takes the picture if he could let you take the picture first. Mom rushed to the front and asked the uncle to take a picture of her first． The kind uncle agreed to Mom's request. The mother and the Tiananmen Square took a picture together.
Knowing this story, I realized why my mother smiled so sweetly, the original mother in the triumph of it!
The story of an old photo8
Every year, my mom and dad take a lot of photos of me, recording my growth.
There is one photo that is mom's favorite, which was taken when I was half a year old. It was a summer morning. My grandma used to steam an egg custard for me in the morning and feed it to me. That morning, after my grandma steamed me an egg custard, I insisted on eating it myself. I grabbed the spoon from my grandma's hand and dug it myself. I couldn't hold it steady with my little hands, so I spilled the egg custard all over the place, my chest was wet, speckled with soft pieces of egg, and my mouth was full of yellow egg custard, although I spilled it everywhere, but I was still eating it happily. Mom quickly took out the camera, as soon as I saw the camera, immediately open wide eyes, "click" mom for me to take this precious photo.
Mom often took this photo and said to me: "Look at you half a year old can eat on their own, and now grown up, independence should be stronger!
The story of an old photo9
This photo was taken when I was five and a half years old in Taipingyu.
I remember it was a clear morning, sunny but cold, the mountain was still full of snow, wearing a down vest I stood at the foot of the mountain looking up at the waterfall. At this moment, I suddenly remembered Li Bai's "look Lushan waterfalls" this poem, "flying straight down three thousand feet, suspected that the Milky Way fell nine days", indeed very much like the Milky Way ah, "really three thousand feet so long as the waterfall?" I asked my dad curiously, and he patiently said, "No, this poem is just a metaphor, an exaggeration by the poet." "Okay, let's go climb the mountain!" So, with a determined heart, I desperately took my short legs and bravely moved forward without stopping. I thought: "The Red Army soldiers after 25,000 miles of the Long March, over the snowy mountains, walked through the grasslands, experienced a thousand hardships ...... ", in the spirit of the revolutionary predecessors inspired, unknowingly I climbed to the top of the mountain, just as I was cheering, excited when, in the distance See my good friend good boy is there panting and complaining! So I put my hands together in the shape of a trumpet and shouted, "Come on, perseverance is victory, you can reach the top if you try harder!" With my encouragement, she soon caught up, and we couldn't have been happier as we admired the beautiful and majestic view from the top of the mountain. The two dads took advantage of our cheering and celebrating to hold us high in their arms, and mom snapped this precious photo of the moment.
From then on, I loved climbing mountains and playing sports, which enabled me to actively participate in various sports programs at school, such as jumping rope and cheerleading, which not only exercised my body, but also developed my self-confidence.
An old photo of the story 10One day, my mother and I were organizing the room, I opened a photo album, look at the previous photos. Suddenly, one of the photos came into my eyes. On the photo, a small child was drilling under his mother's armpit in an endless field of oil-colored flowers, and it was hard to see who he was. This reminds me of the time I went with my family to see the rapeseed flowers in Hanin, Ankang.
One day in April, the sky was a clear blue, and occasionally a few white clouds drifted over, decorating the sky very bright, our family drove out.
Arrived in Hanin, a large and large rape flowers presented in front of my eyes. Grandpa said, "This place is so beautiful, take a few pictures as a souvenir." So we went into the vegetable field.
The golden rapeseed flowers are so beautiful that you can't see the edge of it. Looking into the distance, you can faintly see the chimneys of a few small farmhouses still smoldering. We looked for the best position ready to take a picture, my mother and I just posed, when a bee flew towards me, I was afraid, drilled into the armpit of my mother, at this time, my father pressed the shutter of the camera to record the situation. The photo was taken at the end of the day, and the photo was taken at the end of the day.
Although I'm not afraid of bees now, my family makes fun of me whenever they see this photo, because I'm afraid of bugs.
An old photo story11On September 3, 20xx I accidentally found an old photo from three years ago, which was the photo of me joining the team in the first grade.
In the photo, our classmates were standing in line on the playground wearing neat school uniforms and brightly colored red scarves. I had a serious expression, eyes closed, five fingers together, palms stretched out flat, right hand raised high above my head, was performing the Young Pioneer salute. I suddenly remembered those things at that time.
On that day, the weather was sunny and cloudless. I came to school with my milk, and the school was overflowing with excitement, because today the school was going to hold a particularly significant ceremony of joining the team. Our class lined up in a neat line and came to the playground accompanied by our parents. When the ceremony started, a group of big brothers put bright red scarves on us. I thought to myself, "I'm finally in the squad". I thought, "I'm finally in the team." I was so excited that I was in tears.
Now, whenever I see this photo, I remember the scene, and I am still very excited.
The story of an old photo12
Summer vacation came, my mother gave me a task, let me put their own bookcases to clean up a little. So I used this evening to start organizing my bookcase. By chance, I found an old photo ......
This old photo was taken at the beach when I was six years old. It was sunny and breezy that morning, and my best friend, Cai Ying, and I went to Moon Bay to play together.
Walking on the beach, stepping on the soft sand, the breeze gently caressing our hair, it was very pleasant. Not long after, we began to pile up the castle. First of all, the sand piled up into a high ' "hill" and then use a bucket of water to give it "shape", and then find the shells, in the castle around the circle, and finally put the flag in the top of the castle, so the beautiful castle has been completed.
After piling up the castle, we began to dig a puddle, we used a shovel to dig hard, digging, digging, digging almost two or three minutes, but the pit is still not bottomed out, and then dug four, five minutes, finally dug a good big pit, and then we will be in the water. But soon, the sand from the beach filled up the pit again. With joyful laughter, we started to prepare for surfing.
We pulled up our pants, did a running start, and then ran out. At first the water was just over my calves, and then my thighs felt an icy sensation. I retreated to the beach to see, the original just did not notice, the result of the pants by the water girl "touch", it is wet a large area.
Time flies, at night, we are ready to go home. On the way, the colorful sun shines on the Moon Bay, accompanied by the band's song, farther and farther away from us ......
Happy time is always short, looking at this old photo, let me think back to the good times with my good friends, I believe that I will be more cherished in the future this friendship.
An old photo of the story 13
There is a photo album, which puts all the photos of her childhood, I and often look through it, one of the photos is my favorite, about this photo there is a very interesting story it!
This is a photo of mom in Tiananmen Square. The photo shows a chubby little girl in the photo. The little girl in the photo is chubby, wearing a snow cap on her head, wearing a flowery dress, smiling beautifully.
Mom told me that at that time Hou grandpa was studying and took mom to visit him. Just ready to leave the day, take mom to Tiananmen Square, mom saw a lot of people lining up to take pictures, the line is very long and long, like a dragon. Mom yelled to have her picture taken too. After waiting in line for a long time, my grandma said to my mom, "We're going to miss the train, don't take a picture." My mom was very upset. Mom was very upset and cried and fussed, so grandma said, "Don't cry, then go and ask the uncle who takes the picture if he can let you take the picture first. "Mom rushed to the front and asked the uncle to take a picture of her first. The kind uncle agreed to Mom's request. And that's how my mom took a picture with Tiananmen Square.
Knowing this story, I realized why mom smiled so sweetly, so mom was pleased!
An old photo of the story 14
A while ago, an aunt gave me a delicate little album, mom said: "just in time, let's put a few days ago just give you a good photo wash in it?" I said, "Sure." So, we put the beautiful photos one by one to the album, was loading, I found a photo of love.
In the photo, I was wearing a white saree, with a golden headdress on my head, white stockings on my feet, pink shoes, and my very favorite code book in my hand, and I was standing on a small stone bridge in the middle of the lake, letting my mom take a picture of me. The lake was clear, surrounded by green trees, look at the beauty of me.
It was a windy morning, my mom and I came to the "Fengqing Park". Walking slowly on the cobblestone path, only to see the flowers on both sides of the happy smile at us, as if to say to us: "Welcome to visit here." We leisurely enjoyed the charming scenery of the park, and before we knew it, we came to the lake island. My mother and I walked on a small stone bridge with twists and turns, and looked under the stone bridge, there were many big and small fish inside the lake, red, white, black, and red and white, colorful and beautiful. I also took out the bread and small crackers to the fish to feed, they smelled the smell of bread, they are scrambling to be the first to open their round mouths to grab a bite, the small fish grabbed the food, they quickly into the water, I think: small fish are so timid ah. The big fish seems to be very bold, they ate the food, still on the surface of the water waiting for me to throw them down some more food, so we can not help but laugh. The fish were simply adorable! I immediately took out my beloved code book and drew a few patterns of small fish on it, so I wanted to go home and share them with my cousins.
The willow trees by the lake bent over us as if to send us off, and as if to say, "The scenery here is so beautiful, you can take a few more pictures, treasure them, and then look at them when you grow up, and remember the scene of the garden tour at that time, how wonderful it was!"
An old photo story15There are a lot of photos of cars stored in my family's computer, and the one that impresses me the most is the photo of a tram taken in Hong Kong.
Look, in this photo, I am concentrating on the steering wheel with my head down, driving the tram with great interest. Remember, this is a photo I took at the Hong Kong Museum of History in February this year. This is the biggest reward of my visit to the Hong Kong Museum. This historic tram not only shows us its rich history, but also becomes a ride for real-life experience. I got on the tram, gripped the steering wheel, skillfully maneuvered the drive system, hummed a little song, and started my tram driving experience. There were a lot of people taking pictures of me, obviously very sure of my driving skills.
From this photo, I was reminded of the history of Hong Kong's transportation development, which is an intriguing and glorious journey, from the development of streetcars to double-section buses, to double-decker buses, to the MTR, faster and faster, more and more passengers, more and more comfortable, more and more safe, the development of transportation is really impressive, from the development of technology now, I can't even From the current technological development, I can't even guess what form of transportation will be in Hong Kong in the future, let's wait and see.