A collection of 15 stories of a photo. A story of a photo 1
When I flipped through Fai Huang’s photo album, what caught my eye was a rather unforgettable incident from my childhood. .
The story originated from a Children's Day, when the girls in our class had to work together to perform a show. We decided to dance. The person I was then was completely different from what I am now. At that time, my skin color was the same as that of girls of the same age, but a bit like a boy.
On that day, our class first "danced" together. The dance was very good and very in tune. The principal asked questions on the spot. Then came other classes. When it was halftime, before we even came out, and we girls were getting dressed for the performance we were about to perform, my dad wanted to take pictures of us. I took photos with my classmates, sometimes the girls took a group photo together, and sometimes they took a photo of two by two. What fun.
When we appeared on the stage, we danced perfectly according to the previously rehearsed dance. When we danced, it was as if we were dancing alone, with consistent movements, no panic, and no nervousness. In the circle, we were very united. Therefore, I corrected the mistakes and chaos I made during dance practice before. Perfect consequences.
Time flies so fast, now I am a teenager. I really want to stay in my childhood forever. However, time does not freeze at a certain time, people must grow. In the future, I may lose the freedom I had as a child and suffer any hardships. But I don't feel any pity. The Story of a Photo 2
In the photo album at home, there are photos of me from childhood to adulthood. Looking at those photos, the past will come to my mind one by one. When I opened the kindergarten photo album, the photos that came into view triggered my laughter.
Look, in the photo, my little sleepy eyes are covered with bright white fat rice grains on my hair, brows, nose, and chin, looking at it stupidly. Looking at the camera, there is an iron fist in front of me... As long as I see this photo, I will laugh wildly.
That was when I was in Doudou class in kindergarten. My grandma used to feed me at home. When I first arrived in kindergarten, I was not used to eating by myself. I was the slowest eater in the class. Not one. One day, while eating, I actually dozed off, bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice. I lit it up and buried myself in my rice bowl - falling asleep! The teacher saw it and quickly raised my head, only to see me at this moment. There were bright white grains of rice stuck to my chubby little face, and even more on my hair!
Don’t think that it’s over after taking the photos, then you’re totally wrong, it’s not over yet. The teacher asked the classmates to feed me, and I actually slept while eating. I wanted to have special VIP treatment, so I fell asleep lazily. The classmates next to me saw that I could actually fall asleep while eating. They all heard the sound and gathered around me to see how I, the "master", slept while eating. They all laughed when they saw the rice grains on my face.
Whenever I see this photo and recall this embarrassing incident, I always laugh wildly, "Hahaha, hahaha..." The sound always spreads throughout the room, my parents. He would also laugh involuntarily along with me.
Have you ever laughed wildly at a photo? The Story of a Photo 3
In my mind, a photo I took with "Bucket Brother" for the first time in the strawberry field always comes to mind. Look, "Brother Bucket" and I are leaning together, standing between two rows of strawberries, both of us smiling, and "Brother Bucket" is holding a basket full of big, red strawberries in his left hand.
That afternoon, my father drove me to meet "Bucket Brother" and set off to pick strawberries together. When I arrived at the strawberry garden, I saw a little bit of red in the green leaves, like small red fish swimming in the green ocean. "Ah! So many strawberries!" "Brother Bucket" and I shouted excitedly!
"Brother Bucket" couldn't wait to pick strawberries. I hurriedly stopped him and said, "Brother Bucket, you forgot to take the basket!" I hurriedly handed him the basket and we went to pick strawberries together. strawberry.
We lowered our heads, opened the leaves with our hands, and looked carefully for the strawberries hiding under the leaves. Suddenly, "Brother Bucket" shouted: "Qiwen, there are a lot of strawberries here!" I quickly walked over and took a look, ah! What a big strawberry. At this time, "Brother Bucket" pulled hard and accidentally pulled out the strawberry with fruit and leaves. The grandma who grows strawberries came over and said distressedly: "Children, how can you pick strawberries like this! You should hold the strawberries firmly with one hand and carefully pick them from the stems with the other hand!"
We followed Grandma’s method and started picking again with great interest. Unknowingly, we both picked a large basket of big, red strawberries. When my aunt saw that we had such a tacit understanding, she smiled and said, "You are such good friends, why not take a photo as a souvenir." The shutter flashed, and my aunt recorded this wonderful time for us.
The summer vacation is almost over. I really hope to play with "Bucket Brother" again during the summer vacation. The Story of a Photo 4
I was shocked. The sight of myself in front of me makes me sigh. The mouse hovers over each face in the photo for a moment. It's as if the future is caressing the past. Tears have already filled my eyes.
In the photo, I have a pretty face, but my cross-eyed eyes and big mouth "ruined" my image. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh. The one in the upper left corner is the "eldest sister" in our primary school class. And the book Jin Yong’s History of Novels she held in her hand was the favorite of the Jin Yong fans in our elementary school. The one on the right is a notoriously courageous "bad student". Seeing this reminds me of that day.
On the last day of elementary school, I walked into the school gate with a heavy heart. Take a sharp whiff of the fragrance of the flowers. The class was not as noisy as before, everyone was doing their own thing silently. We didn't even know the teacher walked into the class. The teacher said to us gently: "I know you are all sad. We have gone through five years together. We have experienced various things together. The 38 smiling faces will always be remembered in our hearts. We will always be five (3 ) this collective," the teacher's words made us sigh. After listening to the teacher's words, we looked at each other and conveyed the best side to each other. "So the students on duty on Friday..." I cheered myself up: "At the last moment, we must make the class the cleanest possible!"
The students left one after another. We, the students on duty, were sweating profusely while working there. Xia Yihan, my "best friend" decided to help us. Although I only clean the blackboard, I also clean the computer and the podium. It’s much easier for me if my “best friend” helps me. Everyone is so busy that they are sweating, but they hold the same belief as me. After 15 minutes, I felt very warm looking at my "work". "Let's take pictures, Li Lingyun, you stand at the front!" "Click" a photo was born. Thinking about the past events of elementary school keeps popping up in my mind...
Fate makes me and you feel like we are in September when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms; Dream, let me and you be separated in June when the sun is burning. Friends, in the five years we have been together with you, my friendship has made me cherish it even more. It is you who make my bleak days wonderful, and it is you who make me discover the beauty of life. For all this, let me trace the footsteps I walked with you. The Story of a Photo 5
Opening the photo album, among the colorful photos, there is a black and white photo that stands out. This photo is more than 50 years ago. It was taken by my grandfather when he was working as a railway dispatcher at Jinan Railway Station after returning from the army after the victory in the Anti-Japanese War.
This is a family portrait. My great-grandmother is sitting in the middle, holding her second uncle, who was only a few months old, and my eldest uncle, who must have been two or three years old at that time. When this photo was taken, my My aunt and my father haven’t been born yet! The grandparents in the photo are probably in their 30s. Although the photo is in black and white, they can't hide their handsomeness.
My grandfather is a man with stories. Every time I look through the photo album, my father will tell me stories about my grandfather, although he doesn’t remember many. Grandpa is a soldier and has seven medals. He served as a company commander and participated in the Battle of Huaihai and the Battle of Pingjin; he participated in the battles to liberate Qingdao and Weifang; his grandfather served as a volunteer and participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Dad said that during the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, my grandfather was a communications soldier. During one of the battles, my grandfather was almost hit by an enemy artillery shell.
At that time, the enemy's bombing was very fierce. Grandpa was lying in a corner. A comrade told him to get out of there quickly. Grandpa suddenly rolled on the spot, and a shell landed in the place where grandpa had just taken shelter. It was really thrilling! I think there are such thrilling scenes everywhere on the battlefield. We are faced with the threat of death at any time and may be sacrificed at any time. Our happy life today is really hard-won!
Dad said that conditions were very difficult during the period when my grandfather aided Korea! The living facilities are simple and the environment is harsh. I almost never got a full night's sleep, and mostly slept with my clothes on; I almost never had a full meal, and most of the time I ate wild vegetables to satisfy my hunger; my hands and feet were so cold that almost no part of them was intact. Dad said that after his grandfather returned from work, he washed his feet. Grandpa’s toenails were so thick and hard that he had to soak them in hot water before he could cut them. Grandpa also often told Dad: "So many good comrades and comrades-in-arms died in the Korean battlefield. Those of us who were lucky to survive, compared with them, we are very happy! Be content and be grateful!"
My grandfather’s more than ten years of joining the army and more than ten years of war life could be written into more than a dozen thick books. Unfortunately, there are no records, and I have no chance to listen to my grandfather’s story in person. Every time I open the photo album, I always pester my father to tell him stories about my grandfather. Unfortunately, my father knows very little about it. I can only look at the photos and imagine the heroic scene of my grandpa fighting the enemy heroically amid the raging war and hail of bullets. I always wish it would be great if my grandpa were alive there now. I could sit at his knees and listen to his stories about the battlefield, learn about history, and remember history. Story of a Photo 6
Next to the old Shanghai Railway Station, a little boy and his parents just got off the train. The mother is holding the little boy, the father is carrying the luggage, and the family of three is walking and talking and laughing.
Suddenly, the sound of airplanes came, and someone said: "The Japanese are coming, run away." They threw down their luggage and ran away. However, my father was blown up by a bomb. My mother shouted my father's name, but what came was crying and shouting. Suddenly, a grenade flew down from a high place. The mother didn't have time to escape, so she pushed the child out hard. The child fell a few meters away from her mother, and the grenade exploded at her feet. My mother was lying in a pool of blood and could never get up again. The child shouted loudly, "Daddy, Mommy."
After the explosion stopped, a kind-hearted reporter saw the lonely little boy and sent him to an orphanage. From then on, he could no longer see his parents and receive no love.
I want to compare with him, how happy I am now, with my father and mother playing together, and a good school.
I hope that people all over the world will safeguard peace and stop war. Story of a Photo 7
In the hard drive of my mind, some memories have gradually become blurred with the passage of time. But as long as you open these yellowed old photos, you can always re-scan these memories and burn them in your mind. This set of photos was captured in a moment when I visited Kangding a long time ago. The smiling faces in the photos are all filled with the atmosphere of happiness...
"On the mountain where horses are racing, there is a cloud. , shining brightly on the city of Kangding..." Accompanied by the crisp music "Kangding Love Song", following the warm sunrise, after passing the Red Army's Long March, we came to my father's hometown - Kangding.
We took the cable car to Paoma Mountain.
My little sister and I are full of curiosity about everything. Facing this refreshing national costume, we are overwhelmed and can’t wait to find our favorite clothes in the "sea of ??clothes" to wear. It was so beautiful, I suddenly felt like the little princess in a fairy tale that attracted everyone's attention. By the way, a princess should be paired with a handsome prince charming, right? Talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, and the owner came leading a white horse "Prince".
I carefully stepped onto the horse, feeling like I was filming a costume drama. I sat on the horse and made some handsome poses and some cute moves. My father quickly grabbed the camera and was very busy.
Entering the circle of thousands of mountains, he missed a mountain in a flash. We left Paoma Mountain talking and laughing, and came to another famous scenic spot in Kangding - Zheduo Mountain.
This place is not as sunny and windy as Paoma Mountain, but it is exactly the opposite - the sky is covered with snow and covered with snow, just like a fairyland in a fairyland, a paradise. It seems like a paradise of snow, brewing a white dream.
Stepping into the country of snow, I had a close hug with the snowflake and kissed it again. I suddenly felt the beauty and generosity of nature and the romance of the ice and snow. Snow dances in the air, showing off its graceful dance, dyeing the green grassland into cotton balls, large and boundless...
We are having a snowball fight in this vast snowy field, Hide and seek, laughter and laughter filled the entire cold air.
This is the collection of old photos, and this is the story of the old photos. I will keep these memories in the album forever, and use them as a unique "happy mediator" when I am unhappy. The Story of a Photo 8
There is a very precious photo on my desk. In the photo, the little girl is wearing a brand new school uniform, snow-white sneakers, and carrying a new schoolbag, standing at school. At the gate, squinting and smiling under the bright sunshine, that little girl is me.
September 1, 20xx is a day that is both exciting and uneasy for me. That day, I got up very early and urged my mother to put on new school uniforms, shoes, and a new schoolbag for me. After I finished dressing up, I stood in front of the mirror and looked around. I was very excited and thought: I am about to become a primary school student. I've grown up. I can do a lot of things I want to do. On the way to school, I sat in the car and felt a little uneasy again, thinking: Is the new school good? Will the teacher be strict? What will the new classmates be like? A series of questions appeared out of nowhere. I was almost arriving at school, and I saw from a distance that the big brothers and sisters at the school gate were greeting us little brothers and sisters. They were all in high spirits, smiling and very friendly. I followed my mother out of the car, held her hand, and walked nervously to school. We were almost at the school gate. My palms were a little sweaty. My mother turned her head and said to me with a smile: "Baby, don't be nervous. You are about to become a primary school student. You should be brave." At this time, a teacher at the school gate walked away. He came over, held my hand, and said with a smile: "New classmate, welcome to our school." The teacher's amiable look made me feel very warm. I let go of my mother's hand and walked towards school. Suddenly, I heard my mother calling me: "Yu Youbing, turn around and I will take a photo of you." This beautiful and precious moment of "click" was recorded.
Unknowingly, four years have passed, and every time I see this photo, I think of how ignorant I was back then. Now that I am a squadron leader, I will continue to work hard to make myself better. The Story of a Photo 9
My mother is a photography enthusiast. Ever since I was born, she has liked to take photos to record every bit of my life. Among my many photos, one is particularly interesting: the three of us, father and son, were lying on the edge of the bathtub, staring attentively inside. Want to know what we're looking at? It starts with a trip during the summer vacation.
I remember that the heat was unbearable these days, so our family decided to go to the famous seaside town of Xiangshan to escape the heat. After dinner, when the sunset gradually faded, we couldn't wait to catch the sand crabs hiding in the sand holes. A bucket, a shovel, and a flashlight. Everyone takes these simple household items and sets off!
When we arrived at the beach, the night had completely fallen, the stars were twinkling in the skylight, and the seawater lapped gently at the beach and rocks. Guided by the moonlight, we look for targets like night walkers.
The four of us in the family dispersed, holding flashlights and wandering aimlessly on the beach. Suddenly, I caught a dark shadow out of the corner of my eye. When I looked closely, I saw it was an unusually lean sand crab. Under the illumination of the light, it was staring at me, and we were staring at each other.
This sand crab reacted very quickly. Before I could pounce on it, it ran away like a speedboat with the wind at its feet. I shouted and followed closely.
Dad, who was not far away, heard the sound and rushed over. He quickly covered the fast-moving sand crab with a shovel. I saw my father carefully opening the shovel, then holding its shell, and putting the clawed "big pincer monster" into the sand bucket.
The first sand crab I caught was my "blind cat encountering a dead mouse". Next, we caught three more crabs by finding sand holes and digging tunnels, two of which were husband and wife crabs found in the same hole.
Back at the hotel, we put the sand crabs into the bathtub and watched them chasing each other in it with relish. My mother also took the opportunity to capture the "silly" moment of the three of us, father and son. Every time I see this photo, I recall the happy time of catching crabs. The story of a photo 10
I saw a real photo in the textbook, which was taken by a reporter on August 28, 1937. The real scene filmed is a record of the Japanese atrocities bombing the Shanghai Railway Station.
My thoughts also traveled to that day. The passers-by were eager to leave. The train station was very crowded, difficult to move, and full of noise. People wanted to escape by train. Suddenly, a bomber hovered in the sky, and the sound of "buzzing" enemy planes was everywhere. Someone yelled in panic: "The Japanese bombers are coming!" The crowd suddenly became chaotic, and many people were trampled to the ground. With a "boom", the missile fell to the ground. Many people were blown up into the sky, covered with flesh and blood, and fell into a pool of blood. A straight overpass split into two pieces, pinning the fleeing people underneath, and was surrounded by steel bars. Concrete, wood chips and collapsed houses, the Japanese invaders continued to bombard them indiscriminately, and their evil laughter could be heard from time to time in the sky. Groans, cries for help and cries were heard all the time. The surrounding smoke was billowing, making it difficult to tell the difference between east, west and north, filling people with endless despair. Both sides of the avenue were covered with black debris, and the broken walls fell to the ground in a mess...
There was a little boy, his name was Wang Hai. His parents fell among the ruins to protect him. Wang Hai looked at the sky and shouted: "Mom, Dad, where are you? There is so much life everywhere, I'm so scared! Don't leave me!" Wang Hai's eyes looked like this. With tears rolling down my face, I sat on a wooden board and fell down, supporting the wooden board with my hands. I was so confused, where are my parents? He let out a sigh and showed a heart-wrenching cry on his face. He looked at a train split in half and the track was in a mess. With a "boom", Wang Hai was killed by a missile flying from the sky. Before he died, he murmured to himself: Peace! Peace! Peace!
I went back to 20xx and passed Wang Hai’s wish to gun makers and gun owners around the world, letting them understand: so that children will no longer be homeless, and that children will no longer lose their loved ones, In order to no longer be filled with the smoke of war. We must take action to stop the war and let the God of peace remain in the world forever! The Story of a Photo 11
Opening the textbook, a black and white photo came into view. This is the true scene captured by reporters when Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28, 1937.
The originally prosperous scene was turned into ruins in a burst of indiscriminate bombing. Broken overpasses, twisted railways, dilapidated houses, broken bricks and tiles on the ground, the smell of gunpowder smoke still lingered in the air, and bloody corpses could be seen everywhere.
In the photo, a little boy about three or four years old was sitting alone on the twisted and damaged railway track, crying loudly. Why is he crying? Why was he alone? Where are his parents and relatives? Question marks appeared in my mind.
I saw that this little boy’s clothes were in tatters, with a small hole in the west and a big hole in the east, as if a mouse had gnawed it. He also held a toy bear in his hand. I vaguely heard the little boy's cry. He seemed to be saying, "Mom, Dad, where are you?" It seems to be saying, Mom and Dad, come and save me! It seems to be saying, Dad, don’t abandon me! However, who will answer him? There were only ruthless shells, only broken tiles on the ground, and only bursts of crying.
Perhaps, not long ago, the little boy was playing and chasing with his friends on the platform! Maybe I'm still sleeping soundly in my mother's warm arms, having sweet dreams; maybe I'm noisy to my dad to buy a delicious candied haws and try it. However, all this beauty was destroyed by the ruthless shells of the invaders. In front of me, there is no more bustling train station, no more laughter of children playing, no more people coming and going, no more delicious candied haws, no more lively atmosphere.
Looking at this picture, I seemed to see a train station in a mess with bombardment and fire, and I seemed to see children living on the streets. They were crying, crying in pain! I seemed to smell the thick smell of gunpowder smoke and the full smell of flesh and blood in the air. I seemed to hear the crying of the children. They burst into tears. I seemed to hear the laughter of the Japanese invaders!
How many happy homes were destroyed by the Japanese invaders! How many children will end up on the streets! The invaders are devils! Let us maintain peace and stop war together! The Story of a Photo 12
On Sunday afternoon, when I was organizing my bookshelf, I discovered a photo. In the photo, I am holding my beloved giant panda doll "Gungun" with a happy smile on my face.
It was this year’s May Day holiday. My parents and I came to the Giant Panda Base in Chengdu. There were many panda pavilions inside. We went to see one of them first. There are three very cute baby pandas here. There was a baby panda sleeping soundly on the top of a big tree. It was so high that I was particularly worried that it would fall and get hurt. There was another one walking angrily in the yard. It turned out that it had just woken up and the administrator had driven it into the yard to do some activities. In addition, there is a giant panda baby that is climbing nimbly from one tree to another. It is plump and round, and the branches of the small trees are almost broken by it. Later, we visited other panda houses, and the pandas inside were also very cute. I also wanted a cute giant panda, so my parents and I carefully selected a giant panda doll in a souvenir shop and named it "Gungun". After leaving the store, my mother helped me take a photo with "Gun Gun". How happy I am to have such a cute panda!
Today, when I saw this photo again, I remembered that happy and unforgettable holiday again. The Story of a Photo 13
When I opened the textbook, I saw an old photo.
This is the true scene captured by reporters on August 28, 1937, when the abominable Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai Nanjing Railway Station.
In the photo, the house collapsed and there were ruins everywhere. A section of a bridge that had been blown up had collapsed. Next to the broken railway, a child of about two or three years old was sitting. . The scene in the photo is a mess.
The child in this photo is still with his family in the morning. In the morning, the family got on the train with the crowd. They were eating their meal with relish when suddenly, there was a huge rumble in the sky. It turned out to be Japanese invaders! They were arrogantly destroying the plane below.
Mom and dad each held one of his hands and ran outside. At this time, Dad was dispersed by the crowd. His mother pulled him and kept running. Suddenly, a bomb was dropped from the air, and it was about to fall to them. My mother pushed him aside, and with a "bang" sound, my mother and several other people disappeared into the smoke. ． ． ． ． ．
The child was sitting on the railway, looking at everything in front of him blankly. He was crying and shouting, but who could hear him? He was still waiting for his parents to pick him up, but he didn't know that his mother and father had been killed by the devil's bombs and left forever. ． ． ． ． ． Before the child can see the beauty of the world, he is pushed into the abyss of pain and despair.
The child was finally taken to an orphanage, but he could no longer feel the warmth of home. He had lost the love and care of his parents forever and ever. This scene in front of him as a child was forever imprinted on him. on my heart!
Ah, what a disaster the war has brought to people! How many happy families it has torn apart! The Japanese invaders are cruel executioners and demons!
Maintaining peace and stopping war is the common wish of people. We need a peaceful environment and a beautiful home! The Story of a Photo 14
Every time I see this photo, I will be very happy, as if I have returned to the photo again!
That day was my sixth birthday, and my mother planned to hold it in the kindergarten.
In the afternoon, my mother delivered the cake on time and then left in a hurry.
The cake cutting officially begins. I made a wish first, then cut the cake and distributed it to the teachers first, and then to the students. Let’s start eating the cake, and everyone of us eats it with gusto. There was still some uneaten cake, and our female classmates used it to wipe the faces of our male classmates, which made us happy.
The next item is to give gifts. Some students sent greeting cards; some sent small woolen dolls; some sent food; some sent a delicate ruler, etc. The next step is for the teacher to give gifts. Teacher Wang, the head teacher of our class, gave me a wreath made of yellow and red paper. The teacher helped me put it on my head. My best friend Yu Ruiwen said: "Look, how beautiful it is!" Other students were also amazed, and I was naturally very proud of it.
The last item is to play games. We all played games together, including: musical chairs, hide-and-seek, rubber band jumping and other games.
Unknowingly, it was afternoon and the students were going home. We reluctantly left the kindergarten.
This photo is very memorable for me. But I don't just like this photo, I like many more. But among these photos, this one is my favorite! The Story of a Photo 15
"Who is this?" my sister asked, pointing to a black and white photo with her immature little finger. I took the photo and looked at it carefully: under the scorching sun, a young man had a towel on his shoulders and a hoe in his hand, digging on the dry ground. There were glistening beads of sweat on his forehead and his tongue was licking his chapped lips. He was thin and small, wearing a shirt that had been washed white, and pants that had been washed so that he didn't know what color they were. I looked at him and I suspected he was only 14 years old. I asked my dad: "Who is this?" Dad looked at the photo affectionately, smiled slightly and said, "This is me!" I opened my mouth in surprise. This makes me unbelievable. In reality, my father is wearing a blue crisp shirt, his skin is neither black nor white, and his body is strong. He looks nothing like the person in the photo. Seeing that I didn't believe it, my father told the past story vividly:
"That year, I was only 14 years old. There was a drought in the fields, and it was the hottest weather at that time. I took advantage of the summer vacation to help your grandparents dig the soil. The sun was scorching, and the heat made me faint. After I woke up, I drank some water and refused to listen to your grandparents’ advice. I put a wet towel on my shoulder and continued working. I want to take a break, but I think that if I can’t finish digging before school starts, your grandparents will be tired again.”
Dad sighed, took a sip of tea and said:
"At that time, due to natural disasters, the farmers in the fields had a bad harvest, and no one had enough to eat. Hey, at that time, the poor in our county was unimaginable to people like you." Dad said and became sad. In order to break the sad atmosphere, I quickly asked: "Dad, who took this photo?" Dad smiled calmly and said: "Do you remember your neighbor, Uncle Li? He was considered a wealthy household at that time. He loved photography, and the whole village was famous for it. Such a camera. "
Thinking about it now, I live a sweet life, not only eat well, but also wear famous brand clothes, but I am still not satisfied. How can I understand the hardships my father had when he was a child? I finally feel the superior living conditions now.
We children living in a honeypot must cherish our happy life now, work hard and strive for success.