Introduction: In the weekday study, work and life, everyone will more or less contact with the essay, right? Writing an essay is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. You always have no way to write when you write an essay? Here is my collection of stories in photos essay 500 words (selected 14), I hope it will help you.
Stories in Photos Essay 500 Words Part 1On my desk, there is a photo of our family of three. In the photo, we are wearing diving suits, standing in the blue, blue water with a big smile! As soon as I saw this photo, my heart was filled with happiness and memories of good times.
When I was nine years old, my father organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane to Hainan Island. Live in the hotel, I was excited to sleep all night, calculating the travel plan tomorrow.
The next day, I woke up early and ran around like a bunny when the tour guide announced that we were going to dive under the sea today.
When we arrived at the dive site, the instructor told us the essentials of diving, and then took us down to the sea. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. When the coach asked me, "Little friend, are you afraid?" I said stubbornly, "Who said I was afraid?" Said, intentionally stood up his chest, nimbly put on the diving suit, took a meteor stride to the sea. Standing in the sea, cool seawater gently caressing my legs, a clip of seawater flavor of the wind blew, I opened my arms, enjoying the embrace of the sea. It was at this moment that the coaching staff said to me, "Are you ready?" "OK!" I made a dashing gesture and plunged headlong into the sea. A moment later, many colorful small fish appeared in front of me, they swam around me, as if they were sizing me up as a strange visitor. I couldn't help but stretch out my hands to say hello to them, but they didn't give me face, one by one, they shook their heads and left. Suddenly, my eyes light up, so beautiful soft coral ah, these colorful coral to see my eyes dazzling, the heart of the secret wonder ......
When we surfaced, the photographer left us this precious photo.
When the photo was washed out, I put it in the photo frame and kept it until now.
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 2In the locker of the storage room, I found an old photo album, opened it and saw a few old photos that I had never seen before , and when I showed it to my mom, she was unusually excited, saying that she thought it had been lost when we moved, but I didn't think it was still there. I will look at it with my mom.
There is a family photo of the three of us, when mom and dad are very thin, I almost did not recognize, I am even more pathetic small, by dad off in the palm! Mom said at that time I was about one year old, due to insufficient nutrition, so I grew a lot smaller than my peers, the body is also particularly bad, often will cry all night, mom and dad simply can not rest well, during the day they also have to go to work, very hard! At that time, my family was very poor, after I was born, the three of us have been living in the staff quarters of my father's unit. Mom and Dad's monthly wages together a **** is 37.2 yuan, but also to give most of the grandmother to pay for uncle to go to school and grandpa to see a doctor! So our family meal is to insert the door, because the food is very poor afraid of others see the joke! But that time the work was especially serious, because it was an honor to have a job at that time. Mom looked at the photo dumbfounded, seems to be reminiscing -, my eyes also quietly red, because these mom never said before. Then mom and dad were allocated public housing, although they had to deduct most of their salary every month as housing expenses, they were still very happy, because we had a real home of our own. But just when we were the happiest, Dad had an accident while on duty and was hospitalized, and he might not be able to get up again. Mom took care of Dad every day, and I stayed at my grandmother's house when I was still in elementary school. The bad news was that the whole country was in the process of downsizing, and my mom was put on the list because she always took time off from work to take care of my dad. The family lost its financial resources. Later, the street aunt came to do ideological work for mom, asking her to join the layoff and re-employment, but mom, who had been working all the time, found it unacceptable and refused. But when another medical bill came down from Dad, Mom decided that she had to put her face down and go out to work! So she partnered with a couple of sisters to open the restaurant. Today she has her own restaurant. Dad has fully recovered. Our family has moved from the bungalow into the building, I also went to graduate school.
Dad ran over to join in the fun, and squeezed my eyes and said, "Your mom is again discussing the bitter sweet? I immediately said mischievously, yes, if not turned out today I do not know, when I was a child you starve me so thin. Three people laughed happily! Looking at the new family photo on the TV, it was taken the other day with the newly bought digital camera! Living conditions are better, we're all fat, but mom and dad are clamoring to lose weight! And in 2008 our family is going to Beijing for the Olympics. Maybe it's mom and dad's faith that made our family happy today, but mom says it's the country's good policy. I think there must be many other families who are as simple and happy as we are!
In my big photo album, I treasure a photo of our family.
In the background of the photo is a farmyard, which is piled with golden corncobs, showing the joy of the autumn harvest.
The protagonists of the photo*** are eleven people arranged in four rows. The two kindly old men seated in the front row are my grandfather and grandmother. The second row stood three children, the left and right sides were my cousin and cousin, the middle of the most brightly smiling one, without saying you can guess, that is the lovely me ah! Standing behind the three of us were our beautiful and lovely mom. The three men standing behind us in the fourth row are our handsome and loving dads. Everyone see, from everyone's expression you can feel that we are happy, happy!
Do you want to know the origin of this family photo? I'll tell you.
On October 2, our family drove back to our hometown, Xiaomazhuang Village, Yangzhuang Township, Maigang City, to attend the wedding of one of my uncles. There were so many people coming to the wedding, everyone was smiling like a blooming flower! In the process of adults drinking, my brothers and I found a few mineral water bottles, filled with water, and then tied a small hole in the bottle cap, with a gentle pinch bottle, from the small holes in the water stream like a fountain, both good-looking and fun, so we chased each other, you sprayed me, I sprayed you, attracted a lot of onlookers of the children, who look at us with envy, can not help but applaud or laugh, we are all! We were very happy, and the sound of laughter echoed in the yard. During this time, the adults were drinking and chatting, and from the loud laughter that came out of them from time to time, we could hear that they were as happy talking as they were drinking. In order to let this happiness and joy can be framed forever, we asked someone to take this family photo.
How about it? Listening to the story in the photo, you must be like me, as if back to that happy scene!
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 4
In the corner, quietly lying a photo, this is a photo forgotten by time, the corners have been slightly yellowed. The picture is of two smiling girls, one is the childhood me, and the other one, the girl with two sweet dimples, makes me feel strange and familiar.
Childhood memories are being unsealed bit by bit, and the frozen time is broken instantly.
Come to think of it, that girl is my childhood best playmate, the first time I met Su Yi, is in my five years old, once in the square to play met her, we played very happy, our two families in the same neighborhood, surprisingly, also in the same building upstairs. Since then, I almost every day to find her to play, time is long, the two of us are inseparable, go to school together, do homework together, play together, and sometimes eat together, such as the "good girlfriends". Summer afternoons, we squatted in my small yard pond fishing, hot and sweaty; winter, we rolled in the snow, snowballs, snowball fights, the nose freezing and giggling. At that time, I was always happy with Su Yi, she was my "Doraemon", always able to give me magic treasures, Su Yi's parents do not get along with each other, often fight, she was very afraid, so every time the fight, she ran to our house. I remember one time, her parents quarreled fiercely, she cried even more fiercely, I patted myself on the chest and said: "It's okay, what's mine is yours, and my home is also your home". After the words, she broke into tears.
Happy times are always very short, we are about to face the parting of the two, that is, we are eight years old, three years of friendship how can easily forget it? I desperately trying to stop my mother to move, but still can not argue with her, I am most reluctant to part with is Su Yi ah ...... parting I took this picture with Su Yi, I want to remember her forever, after the shoot she smiled and waved her hand and I said goodbye, but I can see her reluctance. Su Yi, what will you do if your parents fight again? If you can not find a place to avoid the rain how to do it ...... Goodbye, Su Yi.
After that, I never saw her again, I once regarded her as an indispensable part of life, but now almost forgot her. Turning over the photo, that innocent and lovely girl came back to my memory. I won't forget it again in the future, I will cherish it forever.
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 5Childhood is indelible in my memory, the one that contains six years of my childhood memories - the graduation photo on the desk.
Six years of elementary school has taught me a lot of life, let me feel what is bitter, what is joy. We walked through every spring, summer, fall and winter together. On the last day, we said goodbye with tears and smiles, and the class teacher's eyes were actually red, just whispering, six years of time, six years of companionship, passed by in a flash. That day we were both happy and sad, we threw all the books into the sky together, and shook off all the troubles we once had, we embraced each other and hoped that each other would be happy and happy, and that we would have the chance to see each other again in the future.
It's so naive now to think of all the things we used to do. Once we played together, together with the class desertion, together with the class to eat, together with the teacher against ...... classroom teacher a yellow flower girl on our gas old quite a lot - remember when she first came, her gentle and lovely smile, her blonde hair.
The photo is not framed, just like a dead leaf placed there. The photo sitting in the middle of me, white T-shirt with a blue jacket, the corner of my mouth slightly up a little, head leaning on the side of a small fat body, she is my best friend, but also a tomboy, I squatted in front of me is my "enemy", she is a younger sister head, big eyes, very cute, but I always have to talk to her and her "argument" is not over. The "argument". The most left is my math teacher, he still did not change his previous serious, two hands together, very solemn, right of course, is our homeroom teacher la, she that day and usually a little different, she wore a short T-shirt, a pair of light blue jeans, draped in long hair, as if back to just come when the appearance of the clean and gentle.
A "Cheese!" The end of the six years of elementary school; a photo record of six years of memories; a tear contains six years of bitterness and joy ......
How much I hope that time is fixed in that moment, unwilling to part, so that I will never forget ......
The photo of the Story Essay 500 Words Part 6Looking at the family photo hanging on the wall, for some reason, my first glance always falls on the hands of my grandfather who is encircling me.
I was only two years old in the photo, sitting on my grandfather's lap, biting the back of my hand and staring blankly at the camera. My grandfather wrapped his hands around me, a pair of dark, sinewy hands, and even through the photo, I could feel the vicissitudes of life.
Grandfather's hands, a pair of hard-working hands. After retirement, he had nothing to do and was ready to plant his own land. He carried a hoe to the ground all day long, the hoe, swinging up and down, swinging up and down, day after day, the veins on the back of his hand are more obvious, the original delicate skin is also cracked, become black and brown. It is this pair of hard-working hands, spring, summer, autumn and winter has been laboring without rest, for our family to bring fresh and healthy green vegetables. Every time I stand on the top floor and look at the figure of my grandfather laboring in the field, my eyes are always full of tears.
Grandfather's hands, a pair of brave hands. On New Year's Day, I was alone outside the door setting off fireworks. The fireworks would rotate, unknowingly turning to my feet. As I watched the sparklers go off, I subconsciously tried to hide inside the house, but it was too late. Grandfather appeared out of nowhere, took a big step, quickly bent down and held the fireworks down. He lifted his hand up, and the knuckles of his fingers had become as black as charcoal. I was so frightened that I froze momentarily. But he rubbed it with his other hand and said to me with a smile, "It's not going to matter, my skin is brown and thick." But I was already crying.
Grandfather's hands, a pair of hands that understand the heart. Once at dinner, the table full of dishes I do not like, I can only reluctantly put the rice into their mouths. Grandfather seemed to see my dissatisfaction, he smiled and shook his head, then got up and walked into the kitchen. He hefted the pot with one hand and waved the spatula with the other, only to hear a few sounds of metal clashing, and soon brought out a bowl of golden, stir-fried enoki mushrooms. I ate with tears in my eyes this bowl of golden needle mushrooms made especially for me, especially delicious.
Every time I look at that old photo, my eyes can't help but fall on my grandfather's hands. It was a pair of hard-working . Hands, a pair of brave hands, a pair of hands that know the heart.
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 7A photo that records a story; a photo that tells an experience; a photo that evokes a memory; a photo that is full of emotion ...... Looking at the photo of the innocent and handsome me, I fell into memory with a smile.
This photo is the June 1 Children's Day when I was seven years old, my mother went to school to give me a photo. It is one of my favorite photos. I remember when I was a child, every year on June 1 Children's Day, we have to perform programs, even I am this lively and naughty boy will often be "forced" to go on stage to perform some singing, dancing and other programs.
That June 1 Children's Day, the performance time is coming, I begged my mother to buy me a bottle of my favorite - Pepsi, to relieve my nervousness. That flavor, simply agar, let me still unforgettable. To talk about Pepsi is actually not a special drink, but you do not know, since childhood, my parents do not let me drink this drink, said the body of a small child is not good, so far I do not understand in the end on the body which is not good.
After drinking the drink, I went on stage, and my nerves slowly eased. With the music, my hands and feet with the melody moved up, but some can not keep up with the rhythm of the music, the action is always slower than other children half a beat. I was so nervous that my mind went blank. At that very moment, I noticed my mom and teacher in the crowd, and they gave me a thumbs up with both hands! A surge of courage came over me, and I slowly adjusted my range of motion, which seemed to blend in with the sound of the music. At that moment, my mother took a "most handsome" picture of me.
By the way, I almost forgot, we jumped the folk dance, I jumped, like riding a horse in the grassland running ......
Life will write a lot of memories for us, I will store them in a photo, each photo has their own story.
Photos, so that we go back to the past, recall that has been lost in the beautiful time.
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 8
Open the album, that a photo cohesion of my life on the road, how many charming scenery, how many moving stories? Gently flipping through, a photo of acacia flowers, attracted my attention. Looking at the photo of a white acacia flowers, memory ripples, in the mind layer to unfold.
Yesterday night, I heard the wind and rain in the ugly alley, and tomorrow morning, the vegetable market sells acacia flowers. It was the twilight of spring, and the flowers and trees were competing for green. Taking advantage of the May Day vacation, I couldn't wait to rush back to my hometown. When the first rays of the morning sunshine into the courtyard wall, I have already dressed to find out the bamboo pole with a hook, ready to go to pick acacia flowers. Came to the acacia tree, tilted his head, the bamboo pole to the top of the tree, gently hook, a string of snow-white acacia flowers will slowly drift down, a hook and a hook, soon the ground is covered with a layer of snow-white acacia flowers, this time Grandma on the side of the ground acacia flowers to the basket. Although my neck was sore and painful, and the sunlight gradually became blinding, but I always enjoyed it. I'm not going to be able to get a lot more than I can fit in the basket, so I'm going to go back to the house.
At this point, Grandpa would call a pot of water, put our harvest into the water to wash, and then put it on the gauze to drain. Then Grandma would put the acacia flowers on a large wooden plate, add flour and mix well, and add a little sugar. By this time Grandpa had already lit a fire in the stove and filled the cauldron with water. The smoke rose from the pot and hung over our heads. Grandma put the mixed ingredients on the rice husk, and put them into the steamer basket for the steamed buns, and put them into the pot to steam. In a short while, the tantalizing aroma emerged from the pot and penetrated my nose. Grandma went to the pot, took down the steamer, and put the acacia rice into my bowl, which was already waiting for me. I couldn't wait to bring the rice to my mouth, and a refreshing aroma filled my body along my throat. Every time I do this I feel like I am savoring the most delicious delicacy in the world.
Now I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time. Looking at the photos in my hands, I can't help but ask: when will I see my grandparents and the old acacia trees in my hometown again?
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 9
The photo is a record of our years of growth of the witness, but also reflects the life of the little by little.
And my favorite is in the travel is a photo with my mother, it was probably when I was 10 years old and my mother went out of town. The day we went was also short. I remember my mother traveling with a heavy bag and plenty of food, and taking care of me along the way.
In the photo we are standing in front of a stone monument, and I can see in my mother's eyes her deadpan persistence, as well as her happiness and a face full of tenderness. We walked and rested, she also asked me from time to time if I was thirsty and hungry, do you want to rest for a while, at this time the mother's eyes have a tender and tired, we came out to play just because the mother in order to let me relax on vacation just. I remember that my mother will ask me about every location and then carefully observe the attractions, not to miss a beautiful scenery.
I faintly remembered that it was already very dark, we live in a hotel, I was tired to rest first, vaguely saw my mother out of the room, and then my mother is back at what time will not be clear at all ears vaguely ringing the mother's voice I answered a "hungry", the mouth was stuffed with a bite of rice, only a moment of brain. I answered "Hungry" and got a mouthful of rice, and only at that moment did my mind clear up for a moment. She was like the stars in the sky, surrounding the moon as if she couldn't live without it. She was always there, always by my side watching over me, protecting me.
During the photo shoot, my mother helped me organize my broken hair over and over again, and touched me with her rough hands. Her hands, which were not as well-skinned as our children's, froze me in my tracks, as I imagined how much she had contributed to the family and to our lives. ------
Cherish and care for everyone around you who loves you and treats you well, it's the only personal treasure you'll ever have.
Stories in Photos Essay 500 words Part 10Doubt? What is this ...... I chirped east and looked west. Oh, it turned out to be a photo. Who is the main protagonist of the Lord in the photo? Look here look here ----- haha! It is me! In the photo, I am holding a mosquito swatter and laughing, what happened? Let me tell you ...... A summer night, I am at the desk buried in hard work, just as I do the flavor of the time, an uninvited guest is driving a fighter "buzzing" came to my room, in my room to spread joy. I hit impatiently, thinking: Humph, now you should fly away. However, not only did it not flee, but it also circled around my head several times, and even had the audacity to land on my nose. I hit it violently, never thought, not only did not hit it, but hit me in the face, but also the pain I "ow" straight. This is like a fuse, ignited my full of anger. I thought: the tiger does not give strength, you think I am a sick cat ah.
I stride towards the living room, carefully looking for mosquito swatters. But I don't know how long, I didn't even see the shadow of the mosquito swatter. The mosquitoes were waving around in front of my eyes like they were laughing at me. I thought to myself: Forget it, I'm a big man, I don't care about you. I hung my head and sat down on the sofa. Huh? Why is it so hard? My heart drew a big question mark. I got up and took a look, haha! It's the mosquito swatter! Mosquito, this time I will wipe you out completely! I angrily raised the mosquito swatter. But the mosquito has long disappeared. Angry I did not give up, I looked in all directions, and found that it was resting leisurely in a small corner. I am smiling, tiptoe leaned over to the speed of thunder and force a shot, mosquitoes on the life of the world. I took the mosquito swatter kept waving, like waving a flag of victory, only to hear the "click" sound, this moment was mom's camera recorded forever ......
Childhood fun and more and more, "click" a record, and so later open the album to look at, a period of good memories will reappear in the heart, is so happy, is so interesting!
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 11Photo shooting time: August 22, 20xx
The mood when the photo was taken: pleasure
The reason for saving this photo: the first time to take art photos, the first time to draw heavy makeup
In my family's photo albums sandwiched between a particularly unforgettable photo, which was left behind when I took the shadow of the art photos.
On that day, I came to "Panzigu Photography" in high spirits, ready to take art photos. During the waiting period, I looked at the wall of art photos, envious, I should soon be as beautiful as them! I'm sure I'll be as beautiful as they are in a while," he said.
I followed the makeup artist to the dressing room, only to see a wide range of clothing hanging inside: there is a noble and elegant princess dress, white skirt inlaid with a few star-like pearls; there is the Han Chinese dress, long sleeves with a few exquisite birds, dragging the hem of a few lush willows; there is also a cheongsam, the golden skirt is a lot of flawless white flowers! ...... see my eyes dazzled. I changed into a Chinese dress and came to the dressing room. Here on the table there is an antique mirror, the table is also placed on the big and small cosmetics, which is a woman's favorite ah! I sat on a chair and waited for my makeup to be applied. At first everything went well, but as soon as I put on the false eye lashes, something went wrong. This is bad, near the eye part of the makeup of the all melted, fortunately the makeup artist quick eyes and hands, in time to remedy these.
Finally the makeup was done and I came to the shooting point. The photographer told me what to do and I did it. I held a flute for a while, pretending to play; a moment with a butterfly net, catching an invisible butterfly. After shooting these, I followed my mom to the waiting area, let my mom as a photographer, with a cell phone to take pictures of me in this beautiful costume.
This was the first time I wore such heavy makeup, and it took a lot of work to remove it! The moment I took off my fake eyelashes, I screamed out loud, it hurt.
Every time I see this photo, I smile with satisfaction and a sense of pride.
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 12
Turning over the photo, remembering the past, full of happiness, full of unforgettable. The photo records the beauty of that moment, and happiness stays at that moment.
The photo is of my brother and I. I was in the fourth grade at the time, and my brother was three years old. The photo was taken when my father took us to fly kites on the dam. At that time, my brother and I can be really painstaking, at the beginning, we think very simple, very confident, not just flying a kite! As long as there is wind, it will work. But when we started to fly the kite, the beginning came to us, no matter how hard my brother and I tried, the kite just couldn't fly. No matter how hard my brother and I tried, the kite just wouldn't fly. My brother and I were panting and exhausted, and we looked at the kite with sadness, thinking how to fly the kite. Suddenly, I realized that I had mistaken the direction of the wind, and I should run into the wind to make the kite fly. We took a short break, I tried to run into the wind, my brother also followed, finally we watched the kite slowly fly up, the higher it flew, we jumped up happily. My brother pulled the kite string and ran on the grass, and we posed together to celebrate our success. At the same time my brother and I were posing, my dad pressed the shutter to record this wonderful moment.
In the photo, my brother is holding scissors in his left hand, and the rotor of the kite string in his right hand, smiling happily, with his left foot stepping forward and tiptoeing on his heel. And I was holding a ribbon in my hand, bending symmetrically to follow my brother also posed with a scissor hand, smiling happily, my mouth open wide, a row of neat teeth showing, releasing the most joyful, happy breath. The sun also released all the warmth in that moment, shining on us, refracting the best shadow.
This photo is the warmth and happiness of my brother and I. It records the beautiful past and carries love and happiness. A photo, a moment of memory, a period of time, a mood. Each photo is a specimen of time, walking through just a moment, fixed is forever. Time we can not stay, the only thing that stays in our hearts is which the best memories!
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 13The photo means a lot to us, and it is a reminder of a beautiful moment. The photo I remember the most is also the most precious.
That photo was taken at the gala when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school on the 6*1 Children's Day. The reason why it is precious is that it was not only my holiday, but also the birthday of our language teacher. The photo of a happy smile and our language teacher Xiaoli touched the picture unforgettable to me!
I remember that day our class fourth period is a physical education class, the class president would like us to give the teacher a surprise, the class president said that we can let us voluntarily cash money to buy a cake, and then sing a birthday song to the teacher, the result is that everyone has to take out the money, so that the class president to buy a birthday cake.
In the afternoon we went to the class with excitement to play, the teacher did not know the class president came earlier than the teacher, and soon hid the cake in his desk. Our class a *** have 15 programs, fifteen programs once the performance, we have a bad smile.
We started with the birthday song, and the teacher was flabbergasted and a little touched. Class president just at this time to take out the cake to let the teacher open, the teacher saw, moved to tears out, and we can not help but heart sour. Teacher, in a few days will have to leave us, busy for us, how should we repay you? I think: only to get into a good college, is the best return to the teacher.
Our class in addition to graduation photos, only the number of this is the most complete, looking at the teacher's face slowly appeared wrinkles, sporadic white hair, this is not a twenty-thirty-year-old woman should have the appearance. Looking at the teacher's happy appearance, our hearts are happy.
This photo also has the memories of our six-six class, not only this day, but also our happiest memories of the year, although our classmates where to go to school, but I think the six-six class is one of the most precious class in our hearts, I will definitely study hard and return to the teacher with the best results!
The story in the photo essay 500 words Part 14Photos, record interesting moments in life, leaving eternal memories. When I was organizing the cabinet, I saw some photos of my childhood, and I didn't hold back my laughter
Every time I take out one, it reminds me of the previous bits and pieces, such as these photos, which record my mom and dad taking my brother and me to play, and a lot of interesting, hilarious and thrilling things happened in this journey.
I can't remember the exact location, but I do remember that there was a clear river, gentle hills, and lots of brightly colored flowers.
Look at this one, it's a picture of my brother wrestling, and I remember what happened. At that time, my dad and mom went to set up a tent, and my brother and I went to catch fish. After a while, there is still no fish to catch, I wanted to go, the fish came. My brother pounced, the results of the fish did not catch, but also fell a dog gnawing mud, I laughed.
There is also this photo that scares me. It was after catching the fish, we started eating lunch. Dad grilled a fish, because it was still too small to eat fish. My brother secretly gave me a piece of it, and as a result, I got a fishbone stuck in my throat, and my parents were worried! But the good thing is that I still got it out.
This family photo, is my favorite, Dad in a handsome suit; Mom in a beautiful dress; brother also dressed neatly; I wear a baby hat; in front of the camera family are showing a big smile.
Before I was in first grade, my mom and dad were not at home, and my brother was in junior high school, so I was brought up by my grandparents, which made me really envious of the other kids, who had their mom and dad with them. When I go to bed, I always take this family photo and look forward to their early return.
I remember when I was a kid, when I had nightmares, it was my mom who comforted me; when I had insomnia, it was my parents who accompanied me. In the past, I always thought of growing up quickly, but I watched the wrinkles on my parents' faces slowly deepen; my hair gradually turned white. I regret, I do not want to grow up.
Age in the long, time in the go, life in the past. Although this is the case, but the photos will not change, these photos treasure our unforgettable memories and beautiful stories ah! I believe that when we grow up and see these photos, we can still be as happy as we used to be!