Chapter 1: I always think of that photo. Time flies like water. Memories of life are cut into photos, some are happy, some are lonely, and some are yellowed. This faded memory reminds me of the pain that will always precipitate in my heart.
Back to my mother's hometown Miao village, a familiar smell of altar wood surrounded me as soon as I entered the door; Looking around, there is a big photo on the wall, which is a photo of my grandfather's death. Although it is grandpa's independent photo, I still feel that grandpa's majesty is still there, just a little more intimate. I remember grandpa once took me into his green vegetable garden, took me to catch bugs, taught me to wash clothes and had a good time with me. Now, the vegetable garden is no longer bright, and no one is going to tidy it up. Instead, it increases loneliness. It was supposed to be a busy harvest season, but no one passed by; It should be the sky dotted with white clouds, but it has also changed color, and the wind began to blow in the dark; There should be happy laughter, but now, only the north wind is roaring and crazy. ...
A year has passed, and the photos are not as yellow and faded as time goes by; Grandpa's smile, also slowly disappeared in my mind; The house I am most familiar with, in an instant, becomes strange. If memory is a video tape, then photos are framed one by one to make people remember. Although my grandfather and I had many photos, they were all burned. Over time, everyone forgot that time and only took a photo to save it.
An old photo, though of little use, is priceless; Nothing rare is worth writing a memoir. Although it is a long time ago, every time I see it at a different time and place, I have different feelings and feelings. I think: this is the charm of old photos; Although it can't change the world, it can change a person and make his life more exciting!
Chapter 2: I always think of that photo. Today, grandma cleans the house at home. Suddenly grandma found a box and a photo fell from it to the ground. I picked it up and saw that the photo had turned yellow and the one in the corner had degenerated.
In the photo, a child of two or three years old is wearing a big vest, a pair of patched trousers and two big shoes on his feet, which is obviously not children's shoes. I can't help asking my grandmother, "Who is this? It's interesting for you to dress like this. " Grandma looked at the photo and said seriously, "This is your aunt. This was taken 30 years ago. At that time, the family was poor, with nothing and almost no food. Where can I afford new clothes? All the clothes she wore were left by her brother and sister. If it is broken, how many patches will she have? Suddenly? Hey? With swing school? Leech sheath? ┝ Zhang Susuo Song Yi Qianman? Print? Bi? A straw? I can't laugh anymore, and I have an unspeakable pain in my heart. I looked at the photos carefully again. Behind my aunt is a tile house made of mud bricks, and the soil in the corner has fallen off; The house is short and simple. So I asked my grandmother again, "Did you live here before? Will the roof leak when it rains? " "If it rains a little harder, it will. "Grandma told me with some helplessness." Did people used to live in such a house? "Grandma said," basically. "
After listening to grandma's story, I have a lot of thoughts. In the past, the village was poor and backward, and the village collective basically had no income. People are sad all day, wearing patched clothes, eating vegetables and white rice, living in low houses and walking along dusty country roads. In the field, men and women in gray clothes, curled up their trousers, bent over and wearing straw hats, worked hard in the scorching sun. ...
It's different now. 1979 since the reform and opening up, the ancient countryside has taken off its simple clothes and put on a new style, which is beautiful and moving. In the past, muddy paths have disappeared, but now cement avenues shuttle through the streets. ...
Now, people's living standards have gradually improved. People's material life has been enriched and their spiritual level has been improved.
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After seeing all this, I learned to cherish everything I have now and cherish the happiness I have now. Because it's hard to come by.
Chapter 3: I always think of that photo. When I was bored, I inadvertently looked up and saw this exquisite and happy old photo-the only family photo. Silent for a while, carefully, crept down from the bedside of the bedroom, gently and slowly holding a paper ball to wipe the dust. ...
This photo has an age. On this matter, I have to recall a night five years ago. ...
"Let's go and take a photo!" My mother is enlightening my introverted father who doesn't want to take pictures. Finally, in the eloquent mother's war of words and my death, my father reluctantly agreed.
You can reach a large photo studio within ten minutes' walk. After entering the store, there are more or less photos of various styles hanging on the walls around, which can't help but increase my desire to take a formal "family photo".
After a series of preparatory work: choosing clothes, dressing, making up, etc. , I can finally take pictures! But at this critical moment, the young and ignorant sister lost her chain at the critical moment-she was at a loss, afraid of strangers and the environment, and under the bright lighting facilities, her sister cried with fear.
Our family, including the photographer, are anxious like ants on hot bricks-sweating with anxiety. Everyone uses wheel tactics-one by one to please sobbing girls. Delicious. Snacks, cute dolls, beautiful hair clips ... are all ready.
Finally, my sister calmed down at least, but the time was almost consumed and the photos were taken faster. My sister's eyes are red, like a little white rabbit, which makes people want to love.
In this way, the photos are taken, and then they are waiting to be developed.
A few days later, our family came here again. But this time, my sister was no longer afraid of strangers and stopped crying. By contrast, she is quieter. Looking at the big 24-inch photo with a clear solid wood frame, the happiness of the family was fixed at this moment, and everyone's face showed a bright smile.
After returning, the photo has been hung on the bedside of mom and dad's bedroom until today. ...
I can't help touching it after wiping it. The mother in a white wedding dress is gentle and beautiful; The father in a suit and tie is more serious; My sister sat on her father's lap, red-eyed, holding a doll in her hand and pouting. I am next to my father. Pink girls make me look quiet. This is the whole picture. There are invisible but very obvious things in the photo. Yes, it is the priceless treasure that we all have-affection.
I put the photo back where it was. I don't know when the brand-new old photos will make my mouth rise 30 to smile. The ripples of love in my heart are warm.
Chapter four: I always think of that photo. Childhood is like interesting photos, beautiful, happy and sad ... These unforgettable photos contain not only the happiness of childhood, but also the ups and downs.
I have entered the threshold of middle school, and I can't help but recall my primary school days and those unforgettable years. ...
I still vaguely remember that it was Children's Day, and I could hear the deafening cry of our class from the first floor. It turned out to be an activity of "moving soybeans"! The morning sun shines on every bright smiling face in the morning. In the sun, the game begins! I watched my opponents Xiao Xu and Xiao Lin put the soybeans in a bowl to their new home five meters away with chopsticks. No way! Xiao Xu is recognized as a "Scud" in our class. Can I-can a delicate bud beat him? But I still prayed silently: don't wait for me too soon!
In the whistle, we started a fierce battle. I quickly picked up chopsticks, and put a baby bean in my hand for escort, only to hear a bang. Oh, this bean baby is so naughty that he dares to escape from the chopsticks chair! I was so anxious and angry that I broke out in a cold sweat and thought, I should have practiced more at home if I had known! I used my quick wits to choose a fat bean baby and put it on it carefully. I slowly transported it, and then I heard a bang. Great! My task of escorting adzuki bean has finally made progress! I was so happy that I caught a glimpse of Xiao Xu from the corner of my eye. I saw him reach out his hand quickly. I am no match for him. I seem to have lost confidence and fighting spirit. But at this critical moment, I heard my classmates cheering for me, "Come on, Ruibao!" " "I am secretly pleased: I have a good popularity and can't live up to their expectations of me. I returned to my true self, skillfully holding a soybean, three steps at a time, two, three, three flew away ... Time slipped away, and in an instant the teacher began to count down "ten, nine, eight". I kept "seven, six, five, four", and I ran at full speed like a machine, "three, two, one". I caught nine, seven for Xiao Lin and eight for Xiao Xu. I won the game by a big margin. I can't believe it. I don't believe what I did! I was surrounded by friends, and this happy moment was "clicked" by the camera!
I think: I won the game not only because of my unremitting efforts, but also because of the motivation given me by that friendship and trust. This is the key to our future success!
Growth is a door, and friendship and trust are the doors that open it. When I really found it, I really took a new step towards growth!
Chapter 5: Today, I always think of that photo of Grandma's house. Inadvertently open a photo album, the past time is displayed like a movie. I kept turning over, and suddenly, I was attracted by some photos. These are some photos of my father, aunt, grandfather and grandmother in their previous lives.
These are some black and white photos. It has turned yellow, there are many scratches on the surface of the photo, and the corners are slightly tilted. I took out my first photo and studied it carefully. This is a family photo. Aunt and dad stood in front of grandparents, all smiles. Dad's pants are obviously much shorter, and the patches on them are faintly visible. Listen to grandpa, this pair of pants was worn by grandma after changing overalls for dad!
Then I looked at the second picture. In the picture, my aunt is happily sitting on a thick branch, and my father is happily standing in front of his brick house, grinning, and his simple face reveals happiness.
Finally, I dug out the third photo, which is a photo of my grandfather standing in front of the old house. The house in the photo is low and shabby. Grandpa is wearing an undershirt. Below are a pair of patched trousers and a pair of cloth shoes. Although the clothes are a little worn out, I can see that grandma has been washed very clean and looks very energetic. It can be said that my mind is full of poems and books.
After reading these photos, I can't help feeling the happiness and happy life around me.
These years of reform and opening up have brought great changes to our lives.
Tall buildings have sprung up, and our family has lived in a spacious and bright building. Air conditioners, computers and mobile phones have come into our lives, and menstruation's family also bought a private car. Telephone shopping, online shopping, all-in-one card, one-line communication, e-commerce and many other terms come to mind. I can travel around the world by sitting at home. Through the Internet, I can go to "the pyramids in Egypt, the Eiffel Tower in France, Mount Fuji in Japan ..." In a short time, I became a leisurely little traveler. Because of air conditioning, I am not afraid of the hottest dog days and the coldest three or nine days. Grandpa said that what we usually eat now is better than what they used to eat during the New Year. Life now is beyond their dreams!
Over the past 60 years, the great motherland has undergone earth-shaking changes, and we should cherish this hard-won good life. As the successors of the motherland in the future, we must study hard to make the motherland's tomorrow better and more brilliant!