The story behind the photo 1 If you want to know the story of a family, look at the photo of this family. Come down, please enjoy three photos of our family.
Warm family portrait
My sister came back from college, and the family was filled with a happy atmosphere. I suggested taking a picture, and the whole family said yes. Grandparents sat in the middle, our brother and sister stood on both sides, and mom and dad stood behind. Each of us posed. "One, two, three, laugh!" Click, a warm family photo is successful. What a nice family!
Family long-distance running
Why are there only three figures in this photo? This is a long-distance race in our family. Grandpa is the referee, and my parents and sister are standing behind the starting line ready to go. Take your positions.-Get ready.-Run! At first, I rushed out. Soon, I was far ahead. When I ran halfway, I looked back, but I couldn't see my father and sister. Looks like they can't catch up with me. At this time, I felt my legs were heavier than lead, so I started jogging. Running more and more slowly, running more and more tired, did not delay long, my father and sister have surpassed me. I tried to chase them harder, but I really couldn't run. As a result of the competition, my father and sister became champions and runners-up, and I became the third child in the Millennium.
Goodbye old house
You see, in this photo, I pouted and looked disappointed. What happened? My house is about to be rebuilt, but I'm in a hurry. I am extremely unhappy. The old house I live with day and night will be gone, but what can it do? I thought for a long time, which blocked my father's busy pace. Let him take a photo and leave a message. Dad agreed, I called the whole family, and dad took some photos. My lost heart slowly seems to have a sustenance, and my mood is much better.
Photos, stories, memories ...
Story 2 behind the photo As soon as I saw this precious photo taken with my father in Millennium Yaozhai, I immediately saw the scene of visiting Millennium Yaozhai with friends and family during the National Day holiday.
It was a sunny morning, and my family of five drove halfway up the mountain and headed for the destination Nangang Millennium Yaozhai.
Millennium Yaozhai is a famous historical and cultural village in China and one of the top ten most beautiful ancient villages in Guangdong. It is also the largest, oldest and most distinctive Yao village in the world.
We passed through the ancient stockade gate and the ancient city wall in Nangangpai, and our friends chatted and laughed all the way. Unconsciously, we arrived at Yaozhai. The houses that appeared in front of us were crowded on the hillside. They are completely different from the house where we live. They are paved with stones of different sizes and look so unique and beautiful.
Through the winding path, we climbed up Getangping, the activity center of Yao nationality, where we can see the beautiful mountain terraces in Yao village, which are very beautiful. We are waiting for a wonderful performance here.
At the beginning of the performance, the Yao people took to the stage in beautiful Yao costumes, and successively performed various wonderful programs for the audience, such as playing gongs, dancing long drums, playing horns and singing Yao songs.
We also visited the ancient temple in Yaozhai and the former residence of Wang Yao. In the process of playing, we also saw a spring. It is said that contact with this kind of water can make us healthy and live longer. Naughty, I ran to touch it. I also touched stones and drums.
When we visited Yaozhai, my mother asked me and my father to stand next to a plaque that said "Millennium Yaozhai" and left this precious photo.
We reluctantly left the Millennium Yaozhai, but with this precious photo, as soon as I saw it, I could see that happy time in front of my eyes.
Story 3 behind the photo accidentally opened the drawer and found a mutilated photo and a mottled face. The edge of the artificially shredded photo is yellow and the cracks are shocking, as if to remind people of that bitter memory. The picture barely stuck by the glass tape gives off an unnatural smell. The people in the picture, with their mouths tilted to one side, can't tell whether they are laughing or crying.
Lou, it's him! Countless emotions flooded into my mind, reminding me not to forget that memory.
"Xiao Lu, I'm walking on thin ice! Did you take it? " After class, I went to a table and asked loudly. A few months ago, I just started reading this novel. The quaint cover, vivid language, and the gentle turning and rustling of every page are fascinating. My good friend Xiao Lu is also a fan of this book. He often borrows books from me, but I really hate books, so I didn't agree once, but today, I can't find my novel.
"I didn't take it!" Xiao Lu, he wants to talk! "good! Then turn out the bag and check it for me! " At that moment, I said this rudely, and my hand pulled out his schoolbag. "I also said that you didn't take it. Look what this is! " Familiar cover, familiar paper, picked up the book shaken out of the schoolbag, and I slapped it heavily in front of him.
"This is mine!" He stared at me angrily. "I bought this online!" "Hey, it's so fresh!" I picked up the book with a smile and sneered, "When did our grade group like reading so much?" Still willing to spend money on books? "
Xiao Lu glared at me angrily with tears in his eyes, and his voice choked: "I haven't had breakfast for months, so I saved money to buy it ..." "You are a thief and a liar!" Angry, I didn't listen carefully to what he said at all, and my tone became sharp. As I said, I reached for the book, but Xiao Lu clung to it.
"You wait!" I flew out and came to the teacher's office, crying about Xiao Lu's "evil deeds" and even adding fuel to the fire. After listening to my words, the teacher's look gradually became dignified. The next day, I came to school and tore up the photos I took with him on my birthday in front of him. "From now on, you and I will never meet like this photo."
When I got home, I went home and cried in bed, not only for my lost book, but also for my friendship. Suddenly, a book foot appeared under the pillow. "I am walking on thin ice!" It suddenly occurred to me that I finished my homework too late that day I stuffed the book under my pillow and fell asleep. Then I woke up and forgot where I put it.
My heart suddenly tightened, I misunderstood Xiao Lu, and I also complained. And when I went to school again and wanted to apologize to him, he had already transferred to another school. It is said that he stopped because of his poor grades.
Touching this photo in my hand carries too much guilt and too much regret. It reminds me all the time that on the road of life, we should be kind to others, trust others, don't speculate for no reason, and cherish everyone who appears in life. In this way, there will be no regrets.
Story behind the photo 4 Each photo has a different story, happy, sad and touching ... You are so cute and small in the photo. You, an ordinary eye-catching bird, give me beauty day by day.
That day, my grandfather met you by chance and brought you home. I carefully held you in my hand and studied you carefully. You have a white belly, and the feathers of three colors change gradually from yellow to green and then to black. Around your eyes, there is a white pattern embroidered for you with thin white thread, which is extremely beautiful. I like you very much. I will feed you delicious food after I finish my homework. I poured the food into a small bowl and squatted down to look at you. You are still jumping around, as if you smelled the smell of rice and flew in front of the food. You raise your head, blink your eyes, then lower your head and start eating. You dipped a little millet in your mouth, and then looked up slightly, as if you were slowly tasting delicious food.
I have never cared about anyone as much as I care about you. When I sleep, I am afraid that you are cold, so I will cover you with a rag. At night, I closed the window for fear that a noise would wake you up. In the morning, I woke up early and found you awake, too. You look around with your little head stretched out, wondering what you are thinking.
However, one day, you always beat around and didn't eat or drink, which made you very upset. Just when I was at a loss, my mother told me that nature is your home and where you belong. I suddenly understand, it seems that you are going to find freedom. This makes me happy and sad. I am very happy, because you will find freedom and happiness. I am sad because I know that once you leave, you will never come back. Sure enough, as soon as you got downstairs, you flew up a tree. You should go home. I reluctantly bid farewell to you and watched you disappear in my sight.
Now, as soon as I hear birds singing, I lie prone by the window looking for your figure. I can't forget your feelings in my hands, and I can't forget the bits and pieces of you with me. I hope you have found your freedom, and I wish you happiness in the days without my company.
The story behind the photo is 5. It's raining lightly. I like to look through the photo album at this time, but I feel that the dripping rain is like the past in my memory, and I can't come back if I want to come back.
One winter in grade two, I participated in an interesting activity on Friday at school. Because there are 2 1 girls, which is very strange, and I am in the back, so no girl can be my partner. Bored, I sat on the back steps, watching everyone form a team quickly and having fun. No one noticed me, so I just sat silently and pulled weeds to play.
At the end of the game, Teacher Yang shouted, "Who else in Class 2 (5) didn't take part in the activity?" I carefully retreated to a corner, hoping that everyone would not find me missing. However, it was discovered by the eagle-eyed Song Jinge. She raised her hand and shouted, "Teacher, teacher, Peng Xianran should not have played yet. She came last. " As soon as the voice fell, the whole class looked back. Shit, people have noticed me. My face is red, and I have been complaining about why I can't hide it better. This is embarrassing. No one is a partner. How do you play alone?
"Let me be Peng Xianran partner! I want to play again! " Song Jinge, who has been panting, is actually very happy to play again. I looked up at her in surprise and she smiled at me.
This is a back-to-back game: two people hold each other's arms back to back, then put a ball on their backs and complete the transportation according to the specified route. A girl helped us put the ball away. We walked forward step by step, stumbled to the designated place, turned a corner and staggered to the finish line. After the game, I was panting and Song Jingue was too tired to walk.
Until now, those two small figures-a little girl with a ponytail and a little girl with a ponytail-are still printed in my memory! In the photo, they are leaning back with a ball in the middle, and their faces are full of bright smiles. They moved slowly in the sun.
Story 6 behind the photo: A boy with a guitar on his back made a victory gesture with a happy smile on his face. Whenever I see this photo, my heart is full of emotion, and many precious memories come to my mind.
I remember it was a sunny morning. I was very excited when the music teacher told me to take an examination of musical instruments. I thought: This is the first musical instrument exam in my life. I must practice hard and don't leave any regrets for myself. When I got home, I told my mother the good news. My mother said, "Then I have to practice harder." As a result, the practice time is increased from the usual 1 hour to 2 hours, with each practice 1 hour and a rest of 5 minutes. Every time I practice, I feel so tired that my back aches and my fingers grind cocoons. The days passed day by day. Although I have improved my piano skills, I am still a little bored. At this time, my mother saw my little mood and said to me, "How can you practice the piano like this?" You can't give up halfway, you must persist in order to succeed. "Hearing this, I got serious and continued to play the piano.
Time passed quickly and finally came to an exciting moment. My game time is eleven noon. Afraid of traffic jams, my mother and I set off after breakfast. When you come to the competition venue, first sign up, and then, under the leadership of the organizer, come to the judges and play. Wonderful notes flowed down from the strings, and the room was full of refreshing music. Seeing the smiles on the judges' faces, I relaxed a lot and successfully completed the competition.
After months of waiting, I finally got the grade certificate of Super Dream. It really pays off! The feeling of happiness at that time is still fresh in my memory. Precious memories should always be remembered, this is a rare gift in life and worth cherishing!
Story 7 behind the photo opened my growth photo album, which recorded countless memories, such as joy, sadness, anger and joy … but this photo is the most unforgettable. There are a few faint white clouds floating in the blue sky, and seabirds are hovering overhead in droves. Here is the beautiful coconut island in Maldives, which is famous for its dreamy and changeable ocean world.
After nearly ten hours' flight, we finally arrived at our destination, and it was already the night of local time. We immediately went back to the hotel, went through the formalities, put down our luggage and walked to the restaurant non-stop, began to enjoy local food, and returned to the hotel to rest after dinner, ready for a wonderful trip tomorrow. ...
The next morning, the sun was shining, and my mother told me to wear sunscreen and spray toilet water all over my body, so I couldn't let go of every detail, otherwise mosquitoes would give me a poisonous "big red envelope".
Get ready, go to the restaurant with good friends, bread and butter, fragrant milk, standard western breakfast.
After breakfast, you can arrange it freely in the morning according to the itinerary. We decided to go for a walk by the sea. I have long wanted to see the true meaning of the sea here.
The bright green sea is full of waves, and the white waves push the sea to the beach, rising before and falling after. Smell it carefully, you can also smell the salty taste of the light sea water, and you can feel the vibrant atmosphere and beautiful feeling. Calm down, close your eyes and listen to the sound of the deep sea. How sweet and pleasant it is ... bending down and looking at the shiny pebbles and tiny grains of sand on the bottom of the sea, I suddenly realized that everything in this world is so beautiful!
At this moment, countless troubles in my mind seem to have vanished. Look again, this sea water really lives up to its reputation and has different colors. The blue-green shore is endless, and the place where the water meets the sky in the distance is deep blue, next to a small piece of goose yellow water. The sun shines on the beach and the sea, which is extremely hot but also very happy.
There are noisy voices around me. I turned my head and saw that it was my father on the phone. Alas! He is always so busy, even when watering the flowers, he talks with this guy on the phone and then calls that guy to report his work. He was so busy before, but later he changed his job to relax, but he was even busier. Dad took time out of his busy schedule for this trip. At first, the leader didn't approve it, and he reluctantly agreed after repeated requests. I don't think about it anymore My friends and I built sand castles on the shore. I went down to the seaside, my mother came down with a swimming ring, and we began to play.
Behind this photo, besides happiness, there is also a touch of sadness. I understand the busyness of the adult world, and my father accompanied me to travel in the busyness, which gave me good memories.
The long river of memory is passing by bit by bit, and I may experience some ups and downs on the road of growth, which I will always cherish in my heart, and this photo will also become my most unforgettable memory. ...
Story behind the photo 8 Our family has some photos taken in Dali Tianlong Babu Film and Television City. Every summer vacation, my family will go out to travel, and 20xx is no exception. In the summer vacation of 20xx, we went to Kunming, Shangri-La, Xishuangbanna and Dali ... among them, we went to Tianlong Babu Film and Television City. Tian Long Ba Bu is Jin Yong's martial arts novel, and the TV series adapted from this book was shot in Dali, a film and television city.
When I entered Tianlong Babu Film and Television City, I watched many performances, such as walking on stilts, throwing hydrangeas and shadow play ... We were walking and playing when we suddenly found a room in the court where many people were waiting in line. Out of curiosity, I ran to see what had happened, but there were so many people that I managed to get to the front. I saw some people in court clothes sitting on a bench. It turned out that tourists were taking pictures in court clothes! Grandma wants to have a try. In order not to spoil her fun, her father put on the emperor's clothes, and her mother put on the queen's clothes to cooperate with her. Grandma is wearing the clothes of Empress Dowager Cixi. They want me to wear those strange clothes, but I don't want to, because I don't want to be like the old people! Later, I thought Gege's clothes were better than theirs, so I decided to try them on. After our family put on the palace costume, I found that they all looked so funny! Grandma's parents' hats are all round, and mine is rectangular. This dress with this headdress makes me uncomfortable all over. The photographer told us not to pose, just put our hands on our legs. In this way, "Empress Dowager", "Emperor", "Empress" and "Gege" had such a group photo! After the photos were developed, I found that our family acted strangely.
To this day, whenever I see this photo, I can think of this story.
The story behind the photo 9 opens the photo and recalls the past, full of happiness and unforgettable. The photo recorded the beauty of that moment, and happiness stayed at that moment. I touch every photo, and every photo tells a story about me and my childhood. My eyes suddenly stopped at a photo with some yellow edges, and I smiled happily.
In this photo, there is a little boy wearing a light blue hat, red and white sportswear and silver tennis shoes. He smiled at the camera while riding a tornado. Yes, that's me.
My mother told me that it was June 2008 1, and my mother and I came to the county to play. The sea of people and the traffic are so heavy that I can hardly breathe. My family and I first came to the noodle restaurant, ate a bowl of delicious Lamian Noodles, and then followed the crowd to the Yellow River. I was very surprised when I saw it: "That … that is … what …?" "That is the Yellow River, Qinghai is the source of the Yellow River, with a long history. The Yellow River twists and turns, and its water carries a lot of sediment, so it is yellow. " I nodded half-understandingly. Then I got on my tornado. I turned around quickly, and the path became my trajectory. I am like a battle-hardened kart driver in traffic jam, controlling the twisting, trying to follow the trend and compare the speed, but the twisting is still too slow. I turned my head and walked to my mother, who was fiddling with my newly bought camera. Seeing that I had a good time, she recorded my cutest moment with a click. In the photo, I am sitting on a tornado, holding the steering wheel with my feet forward and smiling at the camera.
A photo, a story, this photo records my most lovely moment. It will remain on the first page of the album. I think I must cherish it.
The story behind the photo 10 Today, when I was looking for something, I suddenly found a photo. In the photo, I am wearing a red dress and standing next to a car. Why do I have this photo? I have a look and I have a clue. Do you want to know why I am on Rolls-Royce's side? Then let me take my time.
This photo was taken when I was 9 years old. That car is my grandfather's wedding car for my big cousin. Going to my cousin's wedding, I saw many guests, and everyone's face was filled with a blessing smile. The adults are chatting, and I feel a little bored. I turned around and saw a car parked there. I tried to find that the door could be opened, and then I went in. There is an uncle in it, which seems to be a driver. He is playing games in the car. A few minutes later, the big cousin and his wife got on the bus and went to the restaurant.
When the car left, someone scattered candy around. As soon as we children saw it was candy, we rushed to grab it. In a few minutes, the sugar scattered on the ground was robbed. Later, I asked my mother to know that sprinkling sugar is our wedding custom.
It didn't take us long to get to the place to eat. When I got off the bus, I got off at the wedding car. My mother said I was just happy. So, I was next to the Rolls Royce, and my mother photographed me.
I walked into the hotel and saw the red carpet welcoming us. I was in the wedding banquet hall and saw a big cake in front of me. I like cakes best. I hurried over, but on the way, my mother called me over. He also said to me, "You can't eat cake yet. You can't eat cake until they finish the ceremony. " After a while, I can finally eat the cake, so I immediately "grabbed" a big cake and a bottle of milk.
This is the story in my photo. I feel very happy every time I recall it.
The story behind the photo is 1 1. The benches are piled high, and the suitcases and scarves are blocked ... It is estimated that people who see this photo can't help but wonder, what kind of battle is this? This is going to tell you an interesting thing, which happened in my second grade of primary school.
I had a math exam that day. Although I had a premonition that my grades might not be ideal, I couldn't help but get a fright and began to worry about this "horrible" grade: will my mother criticize me like a volcano? Can grandma save the scene in time? Dad came home from work later than mom, and what should have happened happened. Obviously, we can't count on him. What should I do? Is there any way to stop this? I trudged home until I sat at my desk and didn't come up with a good idea How to stop ... how to stop ... stop ... hey? Stop? Have an idea! As soon as I thought about it, I began to get busy, feeling glad of my cleverness.
Finally, my mother got off work, and my heart became nervous with the sound of the key inserted into the door lock. Mom came in, but she could only stop at the porch, because a barrier was erected in front of her: a pile of plastic square stools, a suitcase and a small bench on a big bench, right next to the sideboard, which directly blocked her from entering the living room. I don't know why, I even put a Rubik's cube on a small bench and blocked it from one end to the other with a long scarf. Is it to increase insurance? This battle, which took a long time to arrange, is definitely a masterpiece of defense in my heart.
My mother knew at a glance that I might not do well in the exam. Before she got angry, I quickly said, "This paper is much more difficult than what you practiced for me. Turn around the children! " "Mom listened to, laughing and crying. Sure enough, she was not angry with me. She just said, "Let's talk about it later and try to do well in the next exam. "I can't believe it, so I escaped. Afterwards, my mother said that she wanted to get angry, but when she saw that I was so naive and "deliberate" and did something I thought was "fire prevention, theft prevention and mother prevention", she smiled again and understood my concern.
This is the story behind the photo. If you want to know more details, you have to interview my mother!
The story behind the photo 12 My grandmother often likes to stare at a photo in a daze. Every time my grandmother looks at the photo in a daze, I know that she is thinking about her grandfather again. The teenager who took her to the beautiful world has always been in the photo, in my grandmother's heart.
According to my mother, my grandmother often stared at the photo in a daze, when she was in love with my grandfather. Once again, when my grandmother was asleep, I looked at the photos. My grandmother is still a beautiful girl, and my grandfather is still a beautiful teenager. The two people in the photo, if I didn't know it was my grandmother, I never thought that my grandmother and grandfather were like a couple when they were young, so beautiful and enviable. This reminds me that this is why my grandmother stares at this photo and doesn't look at the photos behind. Later, I learned that this was not the case at all.
Once, my grandmother cried when she looked at it. I was afraid to ask my grandmother what happened, so I asked my mother, "What happened to my grandmother?" My mother dragged me to another room and told me that my grandmother was thinking that they would take that photo again. It turns out that grandma often stares at photos in a daze, and there is a touching story behind her. The reason why my grandmother cries occasionally is because when the photo was taken, my grandmother was only seventeen and my grandfather was only nineteen. Both of them were still at school at that time. My grandmother cried and said that if it weren't for love, they would have got married so early, and they might have been studying and falling in love until their dreams came true. It turns out that although grandparents love each other very much, they don't want to get married and have children so soon. What they want is to realize their dreams first, and then make plans to get married and have children. But unexpectedly, as soon as their love was known by their parents, it became a passive marriage. After they got married, they started their married life of having children. Grandparents' personal ideals have been delayed, and when the children grow up slowly, they no longer have such good energy to do research and realize their dreams. Grandma was crying about another possibility that they could have walked out of at that time.
Maybe I'm too young to fully understand my grandmother's feelings. I just think it's too painful for her to cry. I wish I had a time machine to let her go back in time and start over.
The story behind the photo 13 Everyone has his own photo, and each photo seems to tell a story. Every time I look at the photos that record the beautiful moment, it makes me seem to be on the time machine, traveling through time and space and returning to that beautiful moment. ...
Open the old photo album and you will find how naive, romantic and lively you were when you were a child. Yellowing photos flashed in front of my eyes, and I silently wanted to ask: Where has the time gone?
Now I have grown up, developed science and technology, and the society is peaceful. Of course, our knowledge has also increased a lot ... although I have grown up, my relatives are old, with white hair and thick beards. I really hope that time will stop and let me stay with my family. Never, never … time can't be bought back. If you don't cherish it, it will run away like running water.
Time can't stop, I want to use it correctly, use it to complete my dream, cherish the good time with my family and use it to make a career. Alas, if only time could stop. ...
From a child who knows nothing to a child, to a primary school, to a young pioneer, I am very excited, but I never seem to think how precious time is, but now I know that time is the most precious.
We should cherish every minute, which reminds me of the proverb "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time".
The story behind the photo 14 This photo was taken in Taiziwan. In the photo, I am dressed in green and smiling. At that time, I was still very naughty and ignorant, and I stretched my feet to do "chicken leg exercise" when taking pictures. However, here is a little-known story!
I remember that day, we went to Prince's Bay with my sister's family. Today is a good day to go out and play, how can you let it go! By the way, we are here to play, and mom is here to take pictures. We went to Prince Bay together.
As we all know, the scenery of Prince Edward Bay is very beautiful. Sure enough, we all had a good time and my mother took photos happily. Hey, isn't that a tulip? I remember what the teacher said. I've seen it in books, but I didn't expect it to look so good. Mom is taking pictures again. It is so boring. It's really boring to be indifferent to such beautiful tulips! I put my head aside. At this moment, I suddenly heard a scream: "Ah, bees!" " "It turned out that my mother accidentally alerted the bees when she took pictures, making them think they were going to attack it. . Hmm? What should I do? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around. Suddenly, the teacher's words came to my mind in time. " Come on, mom, come out slowly. Don't touch it! "Mom walked out slowly and was finally saved.
After being rescued, my mother made an exception and took a photo of all of us. Look, how happy I am!
The story behind the photo 15 One night, I couldn't sleep, so I took out an album from the drawer and turned it over. Recall interesting stories from childhood. Suddenly I found a very interesting photo, which was taken with my parents. Why is it interesting? Let me introduce you.
This photo is last year's National Day holiday. My parents and I went to a scenic spot in Yunnan: Yunnan Ethnic Culture Village. Here, we have seen the customs, clothing characteristics, housing characteristics of various ethnic groups and so on.
After the Bai nationality exhibition area, behind it is a crimson vertical wooden sign engraved with the words "Year (broken) year (broken) peace". I walked over curiously holding my parents' hands. I remember the idiom "Peace through the years", which means that we should be safe every year. Why do you want to write the homonym "broken" next to it? I was just about to ask my mother when she mumbled something on a small tablet on one side. So I leaned down to look.
The above explanation: It was a pity that the Dai people broke porcelain, but in order to comfort everyone, people said, "It is safe to break it." After reading this, I realized that this is the custom of the Dai people. Behind the' re sign, there is a small yard without any decoration, and the ground is full of glass fragments, like a sea of glass. I was shocked. It turns out that this place can provide tourists with a kind of "broken" peace. So I winked at my father, who immediately understood my idea and bought me some glass bottles. I kept throwing it into the yard, and suddenly there was a crisp "bang" and "bang" sound. I was so happy, it broke, and it broke the safe!
This is the story behind the photo, which I think is very interesting!