How to write a composition and a photo story?

The story behind a photo is a composition.

The story composition of the photo

There is a photo in my photo album, which was taken when I was a child. In the photo, I was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and rolling in the snow. I was covered with snowflakes, and a snowball hit my face just like Santa Claus. But I am still very happy, with a bright smile on my face. Every time I see this photo, I can't help thinking of one thing.

It was a cold winter morning, and everything was wrapped in silver. Pedestrians on the road are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, leaving footprints of different shades on the snow-covered road.

I proposed a snowball fight and everyone agreed. So my mother took me to have a snowball fight with big brother and second brother.

After a while, we came to the field. Looking around, I saw the endless fields were white and there was no one there. This is really a militant scene.

The battle began, and all three of us stepped up our time to make "weapons"-snowballs. In a short time, the weapons of the three of us were ready. The eldest brother and the second brother went to war first, only to see the second brother hiding behind a tree and shooting at the eldest brother fiercely. Not to be outdone, the eldest brother not only avoided the second brother's wave after wave of attacks, but also launched a counterattack. I hid aside and prepared to steal it again when they all lost.

After all, eldest brother is better than others. In a short time, he beat the second brother out of the water, but he also ran out of shells. At this time, I just launched an attack on them, and they were caught off guard and fled in confusion. This annoyed my two brothers, who ganged up on me. Snowballs rained down on me, and I couldn't dodge, covered in snowflakes. Suddenly, a big snowball hit me, and I rolled with a carp and fell to the ground. But it didn't last long. I saw my second brother rush in front of me, grabbed a snowball and hit me. I quickly rolled aside, but it was too late, with "beep!" Suddenly, I became a big face. With a click, my mother pressed the shutter of the camera and took this funny scene. The three of us continue to fight. Laughter and shouts echoed in the sky for a long time. ......

Although it has been several years, I still can't help laughing when I see this photo. How I wish I were a boy again and had snowball fights with my brothers!

(2) Write a 300-word photo story.

There are many photos in my closet, but I only like one.

This photo is like this. Last summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang to play together. At nine o'clock the next morning, we arrived in Huangguoshu happily by car. We visited Tianxing Bridge first, and then we came to the gate of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumble in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling. When I looked closer, I saw a lot of water mist flapping on my face, which was very cool. Approached, a huge white curtain came into view, that is Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless drops of water splashing down. Under the sunshine, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls, shining with dazzling light. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a poem by Li Bai, a great poet, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days". Then we move on. Soon, we came to the left of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a black hole here. Oh! So this is the filming and singing of Journey to the West-water curtain cave. So we went in. I walked for a while and then came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, engraved with three concave characters-water curtain cave. Later, I decided to take a photo here. I saw my uncle's camera click, which left a permanent memory for water curtain cave and me.

I like this photo because when I see it, the scenery of Huangguoshu Waterfall will clearly come to my mind.

The composition "The Story of a Photo" is too difficult to write! Who can give an example?

It's raining in Mao Mao, and I like to look through photo albums and recall the past at this time. I don't feel well, I just think

Just like the past, raindrops float in the memory of the sky, making people relive the ups and downs of the past.

From: composition daquan

When I opened the photo album, many photos appeared in front of me, each of which was warm because it was over.

Real records. Looking over and over, one of them is particularly memorable. In many photos, perhaps no one can do it.

I find it different. I think it is different because it has a story that I will never forget.

There are three people in the photo. My sister and I are sitting on a stone, and my grandmother is next to me. This photo is in the square tower.

This was taken in the park. My sister looked happy, but I didn't laugh, as if I were thinking a little, while my grandmother looked at me with ecstasy.

Look at us. Why my sister and I have different expressions? This has to start before taking pictures.

On this day, grandma took us to Fangta Park to play. Along the way, there are lush trees, pavilions, rockeries and ponds.

The scenery is beautiful. We are all in good spirits, talking and laughing. Go to a yard and see one.

Small pond, grandma suggested taking a picture, and of course we all raised our hands in favor. Grandma made us sit in front of the rockery.

On two stones, the mouth is still saying, "Come, my sister sits on the big stone and my sister sits on the small stone. Sit tight! " "I

Hearing this, I quickly sat up and put on what I thought was the cutest shape, but my sister on the side was unhappy.

Let us two monks confused. With grandma's patient negotiation, I finally figured out the reason.

It turned out that my sister refused to "feel inferior" and sat on that small stone. Watching me pose, grandma had to keep doing it.

"Ideological work", but my sister is determined not to sit down, which is hard for everyone. Stiff for a while, I have

I'm impatient with writing. "shoot!" I shouted. Grandma looked at me with expectant eyes and said, "Sister wants to sit with you."

That big rock, or ... . ? "I hurriedly sat on a small stone next to me, and my sister was exposed.

Laughed. Grandma boasted, "What a sister! How sensible and humble!" Thinking about milk

I couldn't laugh at what Milk said, but I kept the word "humility" firmly in my heart. With the flash of the flash.

This moment was frozen, and "humility" was also frozen.

Now, my sister and I have grown up, and we will never be unhappy because of small things, but I always remember.

This story, even though I didn't know what real "humility" was, at least I did it.

Point, this is what I have always been proud of.

Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like

Is to smooth the memory in my heart. . .

(4) Write a photo story composition.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up? Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood. Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks. Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years. I don't understand why the parting time is so lively. My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem. Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment. Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes. From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope. It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation. This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown. Stories of Old Photos When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of my eyes. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time. I am about three years old in the photo. The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday". Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday! As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me. Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life. When you see this photo again a few years later, say no.

⑤ Composition: A photo story, grade four.

Are you a fake illiterate? We also wrote it!

Reading comics is a kind of entertainment for modern people. Every time I read a comic book, I always feel funny for the humorous plot inside, but today I saw Fake Illiteracy, and I have an unspeakable taste in my heart.

This cartoon was drawn by the famous cartoonist Grandpa Hua in the 1980s. It depicts four young people and a mother and son waiting for the bus at the station. Under the stop sign of "Mother and son get on the bus", four young people stood, while a real mother and son stood by. When winter arrived, four young people stood there confidently in big cotton robes. There is also a woman in rags holding a child and looking at them with help. But they deliberately close their eyes and ignore women's help, in order to make others think that they can't see the words "mother and son get on the bus" These people ignored the feelings of others for their own convenience, which shows how poor the national quality was at that time. The author used this cartoon to severely attack such selfish people at that time.

In today's big cities, this kind of "fake illiteracy" has not disappeared with the evolution of the times. On the contrary, there are more and more "fake illiterates". On the grass in the park, the sign "No Trampling on the Grass" was clearly posted, but it didn't play a good warning role. On the contrary, the grass there was destroyed in a mess. On the wall of an obscure street near my home, there is a slogan "No littering, protect the street environment", but it is still full of rubbish. What's more, I dared to urinate anywhere there, and even the slogan was splashed with dirty water. Every day when I pass there, I smell a strong stench ... there are countless such things.

Guangzhou is a metropolis where culture and beauty are integrated, but due to the destruction of these "fake illiteracy", Guangzhou has changed beyond recognition. I hope everyone can start from themselves, from small things, and from today. Let our promised land-Guangzhou become more beautiful and civilized.

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There is a photo in my photo album, which was taken when I was a child. In the photo, I was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and rolling in the snow. I was covered with snowflakes, and a snowball hit my face just like Santa Claus. But I am still very happy, with a bright smile on my face. Every time I see this photo, I can't help thinking of one thing.

It was a cold winter morning, and everything was wrapped in silver. Pedestrians on the road are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, leaving footprints of different shades on the snow-covered road.

I proposed a snowball fight and everyone agreed. So my mother took me to have a snowball fight with big brother and second brother.

After a while, we came to the field. Looking around, I saw a vast white field, and there was no one there. This is really a good battlefield.

The battle began, and all three of us stepped up our time to make "weapons"-snowballs. In a short time, the weapons of the three of us were ready. The eldest brother and the second brother went to war first, only to see the second brother hiding behind a tree and shooting at the eldest brother fiercely. Not to be outdone, the eldest brother not only avoided the second brother's wave after wave of attacks, but also launched a counterattack. I hid aside and prepared to steal it again when they all lost.

After all, eldest brother is better than others. In a short time, he beat the second brother out of the water, but he also ran out of shells. At this time, I just launched an attack on them, and they were caught off guard and fled in confusion. This annoyed my two brothers, who ganged up on me. Snowballs rained down on me, and I couldn't dodge, covered in snowflakes. Suddenly, a big snowball hit me, and I rolled with a carp and fell to the ground. But it didn't last long. I saw my second brother rush in front of me, grabbed a snowball and hit me. I quickly rolled aside, but it was too late, with "beep!" Suddenly, I became a big face. With a click, my mother pressed the shutter of the camera and took this funny scene. The three of us continue to fight. Laughter and shouts echoed in the sky for a long time. ......

Although it has been several years, I still can't help laughing when I see this photo. How I wish I were a boy again and had snowball fights with my brothers!

Memories of a photo

Every time I see this photo, I think of those lovely parrots. In the photo, a little girl is very busy, that is me, and there are two parrots flying beside her.

I bought these two parrots when I was in the third grade. Once my family went to the flower market, I saw this pair of parrots and asked my mother to buy them. One of the parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue feathers on her face. He is a male parrot. I call him Ying Ge. One has a pink nose, blue feathers and a female parrot. I call it Yanwu. I have established a good relationship with two parrots and I like them very much. They are very active. Singing songs that are better than orioles every day, Yan dances up and down deftly in the cage. Once I put my hand into the birdcage and wanted the parrot to stand in my hand. I went to Yanwu first. As soon as my hand touched its foot, it quickly bit me with its sharp and hard mouth, making me shout, "Ah!" " Then it quickly climbed onto the small swing in the cage. I thought to myself: this rotten swallow dance, I will punish you if I feed it! When I feed them food, I only feed Ying Ge, not Yanwu, and hold it in my hand when I feed Ying Ge. I thought to myself: haha! This is what happens when you bite me! But when I wasn't paying attention, Yan Wu deftly flew out of the cage from my hand. I was surprised, so I quickly put down my food and went to catch the swallow dance. On the other hand, Ying Ge saw her companion go out. Just as the door of the cage was open, she also flew out of the cage. "ah! Don't run back! " I'm so anxious, I want to catch this and that, and I don't know what to do. At this time, my mother just came out with a camera, and "click" took this ridiculous scene.

Later, the two parrots were given away. Every time I see this photo, I can't help laughing. At the same time, I miss my two parrots and wish them more lively and healthy.

The story of a photo opens the album and a photo comes into view. Take the memory express and return to Yunnan Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park. On the day I boarded the "Yulong Snow Mountain", the story behind the photo seemed to have happened yesterday-it was a sunny morning, and my mother, many teachers and I went to the Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park in Yunnan by bus. Today we are going to climb a mountain, the Yulong Snow Mountain, the lowest ocean glacier in the world. Because the mountain is very high, the guide bought us tickets to take the cable car. There were so many people on the cable car that we waited for about half an hour before it was our turn to get on. We got on the cable car, and I was a little scared at first. The cable car began to rise slowly, the wind whizzed past my ears, and my heart pounded. It took me a long time to get used to it My brother, who was on a cable car with me, looked excited and not afraid at all. Seeing him like this, I also calmed down. Look down, wow! There are green trees everywhere, and these lush trees are connected into a large piece, like a green ocean. My brother and I shouted happily. In a blink of an eye, we came to the top of the mountain. The tour guide took us to the scenic spot on the top of the snowy mountain and looked at the scenery below. Ah! The scenery seen here is really spectacular! Standing here, you can see a panoramic view of the mountain. You see, the green trees are looming under the mist, and under the illumination of the morning light, they also reflect different colors, just like those seen in fairy tales, so beautiful! It's like seeing a fairyland on earth! I can't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me, and I can't help humming. Just as I was deep in thought, I heard a click. I turned my head and saw that while I was fascinated, it was my uncle who left me this eternal and beautiful memory.

Now every time I see this photo, I will fall into a beautiful memory. . . . . .

a photo

On my desk, there is a photo of graduation photo, who graduated from the sixth grade and is my classmate. It is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too.

I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey. There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us. This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away.

The students in our class may have turned into their impatience, and they want to take immediate action in everything they do. As long as it is decided or negotiated, they will definitely implement it immediately, which makes me inadvertently think of some spicy people. There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we have got to know each other. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it." If a classmate in our class is bullied, we are absolutely duty-bound to get justice for her, so it makes salty tears sweet and penetrate into our hearts. ...

A photo can evoke all kinds of interesting things in our wonderful childhood.

Whenever I see this photo on the table, my heart can't help but be like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Every flavor is so meaningful, and every flavor contains our beautiful memories, which makes us have a wonderful childhood.

6. The story composition of a photo is 600 words.

There are many beautiful photos in my photo album, but my favorite photo is the one I took in Zhangheng Kindergarten when I was six years old. The story composition of a photo is 600 words.

Look, there are three rows of children in the photo, all wearing yellow short sleeves. The girls in the first row put their hands on their chests, like Buddha statues, while the girls in the second row, with their hips on, are graceful. The third row is boys, all standing on small stools, hand in hand. Two boys are still talking to each other, while I hold my head high and look proud and handsome. The children all clicked a red dot in the middle of their eyebrows, and most of them showed their white teeth with joy, and some of them squinted. The blackboard behind us is beautiful, with pink lotus, green lotus leaf and colorful little goldfish. Seeing this photo will remind me of that unforgettable scene.

I remember that day, when we graduated from kindergarten, the children were reluctant to leave the classroom when they arrived, and some even held the teacher's hand and cried. The composition of the third grade of primary school is "600-word photo story composition" The teacher gave us many gifts and delicious food, and held our hands and wouldn't let us go. At this time, I don't know which teacher said: Let's take a picture in the classroom as a souvenir! Everyone agreed happily. The children put on a uniform yellow coat. A teacher ordered a little red dot between our eyebrows, which looked very cute. Some teachers began to draw on the blackboard, and some teachers set stools for us to stand in three rows. Click, in the classroom where we have classes every day, we left this beautiful photo.

I like this photo because it left me a good memory. Whenever I see it, I will name my children one by one, and I will also think of the scene of studying and playing games with my children. Grade 3 of Nanyang Reading Composition Training Center, Henan Province: Hu

⑦ Primary school narrative composition: How to write a photo story?

Every time I open the photo album, there are many photos in it. There is one I think is "the apple of my eye". There is a little me in the photo, snuggling in my parents' arms and smiling so sweetly.

Just when I turned one and a half years old, my parents took me to Penglai Park to take photos. I'm very, very scared. My left hand clutched my mother's clothes tightly, as if it were going to fall off. I have a big red balloon in my right hand. My mother also drew a red beauty spot on my forehead, which set off the red flowers like green leaves. With it, I look more beautiful and lovely.

When I started taking pictures, my father smiled from ear to ear; Mom's mouth is smiling like a newly opened peony flower. I ah! I was looking around, at a loss, and I didn't know I had taken a photo. That looks real, funny and naughty. My uncle with a camera took this opportunity to take this precious photo. What a happy moment! What a happy life!

How to write a photo story?

Thinking: Choose a photo I miss most and recall the people or things described in the photo, so as to get the direction of internal writing; Accurately restore the course of the incident, mixed with character dialogue and detailed description; Done, it means that you will remember this photo forever.

Text:

In my photo album, there are many photos, some full of joy, some childish and some extremely excited. ..............................................................................................................................................

This photo was taken when my parents and an uncle took me to Guangmingding in Huangshan when I was in kindergarten. The story goes like this: that day, we drove to Huangshan, where there were all kinds of beautiful scenery and we couldn't finish it. My parents and I are not familiar with this place, so we invited my uncle who travels frequently to be our "tour guide".

My uncle said, "Since I have come to Huangshan Mountain, I will go to the highest point here-'Guangming Top'." Our uncle's proposal seduced us. So, we came to "Mingding".

It's like a "fairy-like" enjoyment here. My parents and I sighed and said, "This is simply a beautiful scenery on earth!" There is a stone tablet on the top of the mountain, engraved with three vigorous characters of "Guangming Top", with an altitude of1860m. We asked my uncle to take a picture of our family. My uncle took this beautiful and moving scene with the Guangmingding stone tablet as the background and "clicked" it.

This precious photo is a true portrayal of our family going to Guangmingding in Huangshan Mountain. How unforgettable! Now when I see this photo, I seem to smell the fresh air on the top of the lamp again!

Pet-name ruby story composition of a photo.

Write down the origin of the photo and the story that happened when it was taken. What memories do you have through this story, basically in this order.