The story in the photo is a composition of Grade One.

In daily life or work and study, everyone has written a composition, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the story of the first day of composition in my carefully arranged photos, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

The story in the photo is 1. In my memory, there is such a photo that I will never forget. This photo was found by my mother one night, in a particularly inconspicuous place. It's different from all the photos in my family. This is very different. The difference is that this photo is not about people, but about animals.

The picture in this photo is like this: a puppy is lying lazily on a marble balcony with two small pine trees behind him. If this picture is compared to a fairy tale scene, then the puppy is a king, lying on the ground, and the two little squirrels behind him are two loyal guards or soldiers, protecting the king's personal safety. The puppy's hair is as white as snow, as if wearing a big cotton-padded jacket made of polar bear skin, and its ears are sharp. Like two triangles, the mouth is semi-oval, the nose is black inverted triangle, the eyes are beautiful like two big black pearls, the legs are short, the tail is like a thick rope, and the belly is round, which is a veritable "chubby" with some small red bumps on it.

The puppy was alive and kicking, but unfortunately it didn't last long, because we moved to a new home, and grandma wouldn't let him take it to a new home. It stays alone in its hometown. I have no time to feed because I have to go to school. Grandma, they used to eat occasionally. Maybe it's because it's too depressing to have no company. His life ended prematurely. If I had a choice, I would definitely want to take it away. I will choose fall in love again.

This photo is very precious in my eyes. I'll miss it. My lovely dog.

Story 2 in the photo: There is a photo in my photo frame. As far as the eye can see, it is snowy. My brother and sister and I are pushing snowballs with all our strength. In the photo, we are all laughing from ear to ear. Every time I see that photo, I think of the snowball fight in Guiyang last winter vacation.

Last winter vacation, I went to my aunt's house to play. It snowed heavily for several days and finally stopped. Mother took her younger brother and sister to the women's and children's activity center to play, and grandma was still childlike, so she went to play with us. There are very few people here, except for the snow that can't be seen at the end of the eye, and few pedestrians are seen. There is a thick layer of snow on the square and flower bed, and every step will leave deep footprints behind you.

Looking at this beautiful scenery, I can't wait to shout, "Let's have a snowball fight!" " "My sister and I are a group, and my brother and mother are a group. My sister is responsible for making snowballs, and I am responsible for smashing snowballs. My brother is so cunning that he can avoid my snowball every time. I am not so lucky. I was hit on the head several times. I angrily picked up another snowball and hit my brother on the head. My brother ran away when he saw that the situation was not good. I chased it like hell. Suddenly, my foot slipped and I fell "biting snow". I sat in the snow and cried. My brother ran to me and said, "OK, OK, don't cry, let's play with snowballs!"! "I stopped crying, made a snowball with my brother, and then rolled it slowly. The snowball is getting bigger and bigger. I said to my brother, "if we put snowballs together, wouldn't it be bigger?" "My brother agreed, and we rolled two snowballs together, and the snowballs rolled bigger and bigger, and gradually they were taller than me. My sister hurried to help, and grandma and mom joined in. At this time, the snowball is as big as single person sofa, and we can't roll it with all our strength.

My aunt took out her camera and took a picture of a snowball for us. In the photo, my face is flushed and I am pushing a snowball!

The story in the photo, the first day of composition 3, silently lamented that time flies, the sun and the moon fly, suddenly. The eyes around the mountain stared at the photos on the table and cabinet, and their eyes glazed over and slowly walked to Zhou Gui's side. Standing on tiptoe, holding the desktop in one hand, she took out the photos from the cabinet of the female prime minister.

After the heavy rain, the color of the earth changed after the rain cleared, but the color of the only unwashed photo contains a lot of joy and sadness behind each photo. Photos freeze the time of a certain moment in the world and taste the present past.

After writing the topic at the airport, I finally ushered in a weak but dazzling sunshine. The flowers and plants that have just been baptized by wind and rain in the flower bed are full of vitality at the moment. Some water in the playground bottle is stored in the broken tile pit, and the sunlight is reflected on the golden water surface. The blue sky and pure white clouds are full of fresh air, and everything feels so beautiful.

My alma mater, where I lived for six years, is too familiar. In the face of leaving my alma mater, my heart is still full of disappointment, but in any case, we will face parting after all. In the afternoon, I want a photo of graduation photo drawing a happy ending to primary school life.

Although we often verbally say that it is good to go to junior high school and graduate immediately, in fact, each of us knows that we are duplicitous. We have lined up neatly since we were born, and the pace is no longer catching up, but Fan's feet are recovering. Every step we take, we spend less time together.

When our classmates stood in a row in order, the girls squatted in front, the teacher was full, and three typesetters squatted in four rows, holding their heads high. The photographer shouted "Look at the camera, one, two, three" and pressed the button to freeze everyone's face on the photo.

The students forced a smile on their faces and took it off instead of tears in their eyes, but the students all looked at each other and were forced by Yang Jie, the head of Xijiang River. Pour away your tears and comfort each other.

I forgot the photo for a long time, and finally I couldn't bear to put it back. Now I am full of sadness. The photo recorded us who were naive, lovely and naive at that time.

The story in the photo, composition 4 of Grade One, opened my childhood photo album, and expensive photos opened my dusty memory. Open it, and a colorful photo attracted me for a while. It is so ordinary and exquisite. ...

The most striking thing in the photo is the girl, wearing a long white dress, like an angel. The crown on her head represents Her Majesty the Queen. Her short hair is naughty and capable, and her bare feet show a child's innocence and cuteness.

Because I was an introverted child when I was a child, I didn't dare to speak in the lecture hall. I talked to others like a kitten, too small to hear. My parents are also very angry about this, but they also break my heart for my introversion. Always tell me the benefits of talking loudly, and even sign up for all kinds of talk front classes, but my words to my parents always pass with a "yes", and I always cope with talk front classes. But when I was seven years old, my father dragged someone who was too eager to take pictures to the photo studio for a while. Under the lens of my father, my eyes are erratic, my expression is stiff, and the smile on my mouth is so crooked and indomitable. This is a very ordinary photo, but full of affection. I took a bath in it and wanted to soak honey, but my nose was sour and tears could not help flowing out. After I understood my parents' intentions, I gradually became open.

Since then, my parents have taken a group of photos for me on my birthday every year, and since then, I have left my own growing footprints. Through the photos, I seem to see their busy figures again, thanking them for their care and lessons.

Whenever I look through these photos, a warm feeling always arises spontaneously, and thirteen years of dribs and drabs pass by my eyes. Being in the ocean of love, I believe I can go through ups and downs in the future, and I will also touch my parents' no longer young faces with my hands. ...

Time is like running water, which flows quietly day and night. I also changed from a babbling child to an indomitable little man. Putting down the dusty photo album, I stroked every photo, and every photo recorded a piece of childhood memories. Suddenly I saw a photo and couldn't help laughing.

In this photo, there is a little boy wearing a T-shirt, shorts and a bald head, looking at the tiger. This little boy is me.

I remember when I was about six, my parents took me to the zoo. I skipped into the zoo and saw many animals, including lovely sika deer, arrogant giraffe, clever monkey and cold snake ... Then I turned left and right and came to a fence without animals. I thought: there is only one rockery here. How strange? But just then, a big tiger suddenly jumped out from behind the rockery. This tiger is very imposing. When he saw me watching, he shouted at me and ran to my side. I cried when I saw the tiger fierce. My father saw it and quickly picked me up to comfort me. I have been crying, tears like broken beads. Dad patted me on the back with his hand and said softly, "Don't be afraid, baby, don't be afraid. Look, the big tiger is in the cage. It can't get out. It is the king of the mountains. Didn't you always say that you should be fearless like a tiger and be king? " After listening to my father's words, I stopped crying slowly.

I looked at the tiger again, and now it has climbed beside the rockery. Being dignified and strong is really fun. My courage gradually increased. I walked to the fence and looked at the big tiger quietly. Then my father took out his camera and took this photo for me.

A photo, a memory, this beautiful memory is worth cherishing forever.

Story in the photo: Composition 6 of Grade One Last summer vacation, I went to Camus Terrace and left many photos, but my favorite photo was a photo with an old Camus grandmother.

On our way to climb the terraced fields, there is a canteen, a pure peasant canteen, which is very deserted. The so-called ice water and ice cucumber are the mineral water in the ice bucket. Father thought this small shop was very interesting, so he went in and shouted, "Boss, have an iced cucumber!" " "Then he grabbed one and chewed it." Mmm, cool! "As soon as the voice fell, there was a cry," Oh, good! " A voice with a Miao accent came from the canteen. Then there was a heavy sound of crutches, and out came a Miao grandmother, with a dark face full of wrinkles, a pair of silver rings hanging from her ears and wearing traditional Miao costumes. The father asked, "How much is it?" "Three, three." "No, I'm embarrassed." After the father finished, he took out 50 pieces and gave them to the grandmother, and took three cucumbers. Grandma looked grateful and smiled and turned over her cloth bag. "I was looking for you ..." The bag was full of 15 cents. "Don't look, don't look. "The father quickly shouted. I just stuffed 50 yuan into the bag.

At this time, another young tourist came: "Grandma, a bottle of water." "All right, 2 yuan." "I'll go! So cheap-will there be any problems? " But when he saw his grandmother's kind smile, he was shocked. He seems to believe that such eyes show real sincerity, so he simply stuffed 20 yuan to his grandmother and shouted at the crowd on the mountain: "Save grandma!" " People gradually poured in and took all the water or cucumbers, but all they gave was10,20 or even 100. Grandma watched, wrinkles relaxed and tears welled up in her eyes. She kept saying, "Thank you, thank you …" Before she left, we took a picture with our grandmother.

In the photo, she smiled so happily, like a flower, a flower in late spring. On that day, I learned what true feelings and warmth are. How many simple people can there be in the world with all kinds of scams and tricks? How much kindness and warmth is there like this?

The story in the photo is composition 7 of Grade One. Looking back, it is full of happiness and unforgettable. The photo recorded the beauty of that moment, and happiness ran aground at that moment.

This photo belongs to me and my brother. At that time, I was only in the fourth grade, and my brother was 3 years old. This photo was taken when my father took us to the dam to fly kites. At that time, my brother and I really took great pains. At the beginning, we were frugal and confident. Isn't it just flying kites? As long as there is wind. But when we started flying kites, the first time we started flying kites, we had a duel. No matter how hard my brother and I try, the kite can't fly. My brother and I looked at the kite sadly, panting and exhausted, thinking about how to put it away. Suddenly, I had a brainwave. It turns out that I made a mistake about the wind direction. I should run against the wind before I adjust my kite to fly. We stopped for a while, I tried to run against the wind, and my brother ran with us. Finally, we watched the kite fly slowly. The higher we fly, the happier we jump. My brother runs on the grass with a kite string. Let's poss together! Celebrate the joy of success. Just as my brother and I were posing, my father pressed the shutter and recorded this wonderful moment.

In the photo, my brother holds a "hinge scissors" in his left hand and a kite reel in his right hand, smiling happily, with his left foot moving forward and his heel on tiptoe. With a ribbon in my hand, I bent down symmetrically with my brother to pose as a "hinged scissors", smiling happily, opening my mouth wide, revealing a row of uniform teeth, releasing my favorite and happy breath. At that moment, the sun also released all the warmth, shining on us and reflecting the best shadow.

This photo is the warmth and happiness of my brother and me. It remembers the good past and carries love and happiness. A photo, a moment of recollection, a period of time, a mood. Every photo is a specimen of Shaoguang. Fleeting, but forever. We can't stay in Shaoguang, only the best memories remain in our hearts!

Story 8 in the photo has passed, and we will never regret it. The past can only be recalled, and our bits and pieces can only be fixed by photos.

One day, I looked through our photo album and found a photo of my childhood, and my memory was awakened.

In the photo, I am on the beach, my father is carrying me, and my face is full of countless joys and happiness. The picture is very warm. But at this moment, I noticed a detail-how dad is so young! Looking at my father now, my heart and nose suddenly feel sour: there are countless wrinkles on my dark skin, my eyes are a little bloodshot, my hair is not so black, and a few white hairs are not so strange. ...

What made him change so much? It's the years, it's me. Every night, mom and dad came back late, and before they had a rest, I interrupted them, and a lot of problems emerged. And my father will always patiently guide me. At this time, I will find another problem-my father's white hair seems to be more.

Not only that, she finally had some time to take us out to play, either because I didn't have time to go or because I was always interrupted by sudden phone calls. In short, most of them ended in regret.

If it weren't for this photo, no one would remember his father's fatigue and running around, but even such a small photo is enough to make people cry.

A photo, recording a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo contains an emotion. It is such a small and far-reaching photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which erased the dust of memory and awakened a tear. ...

The story, composition 9 and photo album in the photo are familiar to everyone, right? Many interesting childhood stories also record some painful past events. But whether it's painful, happy or interesting … those photos are worth remembering.

I have a photo here, which was taken at my grandmother's house when I was seven years old.

It was a summer vacation, and my father said to me, "After you finish your homework, I will take you to my grandmother's house to play." After hearing the news, I do my homework at home instead of going out to play every day. A few days later, I finished my homework. When my father saw that I had finished writing, he said to me, "OK, my father will take you tomorrow." I immediately cheered, "Long live Dad."

The next day, my father took me to my grandmother's house. As soon as I arrived at my grandmother's house, I immediately took out the sticks I had put in my grandmother's house and filled the yard. My neighbor's little sister saw me coming back and immediately ran over and said, "Brother, shall we play a game?" I said, "Well, let's see who learns like the Monkey King." The little sister said, "Good." Hearing the word "good", I immediately felt proud, thinking that I would win this time, because I was naughty and jumped up and down since I was a child. Mom always said I looked like a monkey. Compared with me, you are just playing tricks on others.

I asked my little sister to perform first, but she was holding a bamboo pole in her hand. As soon as she stood on one leg, she fell to the ground I saw it and said with a smile, "Look at me!" "So I stood on a small stool, my left leg fell to the ground, my right leg was lifted to the front of my left leg, and my right hand assumed a monkey posture with seven stars looking at the moon. This is my aunt coming out of the room and seeing me funny. She took out her camera and asked me to pose again, leaving me with this ridiculous scene.

Although this photo was taken five years ago, it still looks funny and cute now.

The story in the photo 10 Whenever I see the photo hanging on the wall, I think of my kind grandfather.

My grandfather loves me very much. When I was a child, he would bring me my favorite breakfast every morning, rain or shine. When I am unhappy, grandpa will patiently comfort me, pat me on the back and tell me something interesting to make me laugh. My grandfather's love lasted until I was three years old.

One day, I was in kindergarten and my mother came. I have some doubts: why is mom here? I haven't finished class yet. what can I do for you? Mother came to the teacher and said, I'm sorry, teacher, there's something urgent at home. Can you take the child away? The teacher replied: OK. My mother took my sister and me by the hand and left in a hurry. On the way, I kept asking my mother: Why are you looking for us in such a hurry? Where are we going? And my mother didn't say anything, just silently holding our hands and walking to the car. When I got on the bus, my mother finally spoke and tears welled up in her eyes. My mother said, Grandpa, something's wrong. It turned out that grandpa was seriously ill, and everyone didn't notice it. Today it suddenly broke out.

Time is like a hamster on a wheel, and it will never stop. In a blink of an eye, grandpa left me for six years. I just looked at grandpa's photo, as if he were by my side, buying me delicious food, telling me jokes and comforting me by my side. But, I know, my grandfather who loves me the most is gone. I touched the photo, touching my grandfather who will never grow old in the photo.

I just looked at the photos quietly, and gradually felt that my grandfather was looking at me kindly and smiling at me. I also want to smile at my grandfather, but I don't know why the tears flowed silently, but I felt a warm current in my heart.

The story in the photo is 1 1. Sitting in the sun with a thick photo album, I opened it carefully.

The first one is a small black and white photo. Although it is covered with wrinkles of years, you can clearly see the door at a glance. It's open, and there are couplets on the doorframes on both sides, so it's hard to see what's written on it. Grandma stood in the yard, dressed in plain clothes and holding a broom, smiling happily at the camera, full of happiness. Behind her is an old red brick and cement house, which presents a beautiful picture in the sun. The naughty child ran out of the gate, jumped up in mid-air, and smiled with a newly broken branch in his hand. His face is blacker than anywhere else, maybe it was blown by the February wind. This is a photo of my hometown thirty years ago.

Turning to the next picture, it is a color photo and an open door with brand-new couplets on both sides. The door is a red blessing, and a white car is parked under the high wall next to the door. The children sat around the yard and played games with their laptops. There are two peach trees in the yard, dotted with pink buds. The background of the peach tree is a two-story building with red tiles and beige walls. One side of the wall is covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, dancing rhythmically with the breeze. On the other side of the wall are two strings of red peppers. Grandma sat in the yard and looked at the tree with a happy and kind smile on her face. There are red lanterns hanging in front of the house, and the whole compound is warm red.

A thick photo album, bearing happiness and warmth, is a memory of the past and a freeze of time. Over the past 30 years, the country has become strong and the people have become rich. The economic, social and national changes are all reflected in these two photos. I believe that in the next 30 years, the people and scenery in the photos will be better!

The story in the photo 12 This photo was taken in the winter when I was ten years old. At first glance, snow became the only background in the photo. The most striking thing in the photo is a little boy who lost his balance and was about to fall. And this thing that made the little boy lose his balance turned out to be a snowball the size of a football, which was buckled on the boy's head. Others may laugh when they see this photo, but I will blush when I see this photo. Because the embarrassing boy in the photo is me.

It was snowing that day. My parents and I took a leisurely walk in the snowy neighborhood. Naughty little snowflakes fall from the sky from time to time and fall on my head and shoulders. I looked at the snow everywhere and an idea popped into my mind. I am happy to say to my mother, "Mom, let's have a snowball fight!" " Mom also nodded: "well, let you and your father PK!" " "

The game has started. I quickly built a protective wall, struggled to make snow into chunks behind the wall, and then pressed the chunks into snowballs. Soon, I made a pile of snowballs. I was sitting in the snow, and before I had a rest, my father began to have an attack. Snowballs came at me everywhere. I dodged and threw snowballs at my father.

After playing for a while, I was lying on the ground, panting heavily. Dad saw that I was exhausted and sat on the snowdrift watching my mobile phone. I ignored my father, picked up a big snowball and threw it at the treetops above my father's head. The treetops shook violently a few times, and all the snow on the trees fell right on my father. Dad became a veritable "snowman".

Dad is very angry. He grabbed a snowball the size of a football from the ground and threw it at me with both hands. The snowball "exploded" just above my head. And the mother on the side just seized this moment.

A photo is a story, and an album contains hundreds of stories. These stories are all memories of my childhood, and I cherish them very much.

The story in the photo 13 Looking at the photos in the past, there are always a few memories that remind you of mixed feelings and have an unspeakable feeling.

On a sunny weekend, my mother and I cleaned at home. I cleaned all the wardrobes in turn. When I looked into the depths of the last wardrobe, I saw an iron box. It is covered with thick dust. Take out the box and brush off the dust. It has a rusty appearance. I froze when I opened the box with curiosity.

A photo appeared before my eyes, and I remembered that it was the photo I had been looking for for for a long time. It was raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and there was a trace of sadness in the room.

There are three ignorant teenagers in the photo. This is a picture of me before I graduated six years ago. We play basketball and laugh together. Regret not leaving their contact information, regret not meeting again, regret not putting down face, regret not seeing them again today.

I remember a saying: true affection has nothing to do with wind and rain, spotless, just because you are here, I am here; You didn't leave, and I didn't abandon you. The shackles are as simple as that.

I can't help feeling a lot when I think of the happy life in primary school. I remember that we had a good time at that time. We treated our teachers like old friends. We relaxed while studying and lived slowly and gently. I can't help but feel warm when I think about this.

But the past is over, and it can never come back. An old friend is like a lost time, which can never be found again, never to be found again. Now that it's over, let it go! The past is not important, what is important is to grasp the present, cherish every moment and leave no regrets. When we look back on the past, what we think of is not regret, but enriching our energy.

Perhaps it is such a small photo that brings me so many unspeakable flavors. Maybe this is a memory with various flavors.

The story in the photo 14 Everyone has a photo, and I am no exception. Look, the "Big Mac" on the wall is mine. In the photo, I was shivering in the refrigerator with an ice cream in my hand. I remember/kloc-in the summer when I was 0/8 years old, it was so hot that birds disappeared everywhere during the day, and it was very hot in the cool shade. I rushed into the house panting from the outside. Sweat slipped from my face and hit my clothes soaked with sweat. I picked up the ice cream in my hand and tore open the packaging bag. My whole face was wrinkled into a bitter gourd face in an instant, and the ice cream was half melted. What should I do? I remember that my mother usually keeps fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. It is said that they can be frozen to keep fresh. I can't help but shine at the moment. I can put the ice cream in and freeze it. I rushed to the refrigerator, the machine I had been coveting for a long time. As soon as I opened the refrigerator door, the cold wind made me feel like I was in a world of ice and snow, and the heat on my body had already disappeared without a trace.

I put the ice cream in the refrigerator and closed the refrigerator door, and the cool feeling disappeared again. Soon, I was sweating again. I crept to the bedroom door and looked inside. There was no one there. I secretly rejoiced, rushed to the front of the refrigerator like a broken arrow, opened the refrigerator like a hungry tiger, and enjoyed the cool wind. Looking at the ice cream, it seems to have taken shape, but it is a bit strange. I just sat in the refrigerator and licked my ice cream. As if I felt cold, unknown liquid slowly flowed out of my nose. When I was eating ice cream, I swished my nose back. I was absorbed in all this, but I didn't know anyone had come in. Click, this moment is fixed in the photo.

Photos, recording laughter and childlike interest, will still be in stitches for the laughter at that time when they are seen many years later.

The story in the photo is 15, a photo recording a touching story; A photo tells an unforgettable experience; A photo evokes a precious memory; A photo depicts a beautiful scenery. In my photo album, there are many photos, some full of laughter, some childish, some extremely excited. ...

Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it. It was when I was eight years old, and three of our good friends were flying on the grassland in fairy mountain. We came to the ski resort with great interest. As soon as we entered the ski resort, the first thing we saw was a large rugged hillside covered with green carpets. The meadow is a high hillside, about as high as our teaching building. My father and I can't wait to go skiing. We stood on the conveyor belt, which slowly sent us to the top of the mountain. When I reached the top of the mountain, I was frightened by the steep hillside. We got on the grass-skiing car and got ready to go, and then the staff gently pushed the car, which galloped all the way on the rugged grassland like a runaway wild horse. I hugged my father like lightning, only to hear a whoosh in my ear. My ears are burning with anger, so close your eyes and slide down quickly. My brain is blank. When I opened my eyes, I had reached the bottom of the mountain. I feel fast, I'm really close! I really want to do it again. At this moment, I heard several screams. By contrast, I felt quite brave.

This photo recorded my happiness and treasured my beautiful memories, which I will never forget!