The story behind the composition photo

No matter in school or in society, everyone must have been exposed to composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. So have you ever studied composition? The following is the story behind my composition photo for reference only. Let's have a look.

The story behind the composition photo is 1. In this photo, I just turned seven. My busy father is standing next to me with a camera in his hand. Behind us is a piece of white, crystal clear, and several big trees stand in the snow. It seems that we broke into the white world.

I remember that the photo was taken at Yulong Snow Mountain in Lijiang, Yunnan during the Spring Festival of 20xx. Because of busy work, my father, who doesn't usually go home, finally has time to travel with my mother and me to Yunnan, a multi-ethnic place. My family visited many places in Yunnan, such as Kunming, Dali, Shilin, Lijiang, Xishuangbanna, Myanmar border and so on. My deepest memory is the Yulong Snow Mountain in Lijiang.

I was very excited when I got off the tour bus, because the first time I climbed such a magnificent mountain, I jumped up and down and looked around for fear of missing anything. When I got to the mountain, my mother didn't feel well, so my father went to rest with her. I saw the other children having a snowball fight in the snow. I ran down to play with them, but I got stuck. I tried to keep myself from sinking, but the more I struggled, the heavier I became. Fortunately, an uncle saw me and pulled me up at once. I lost interest in playing, carefully experienced the beautiful scenery on the mountain, and then I found how beautiful Yulong Snow Mountain was. The peaks are undulating and covered with snow, just like a flock of white sheep grazing on the mountain. My father and I took this photo when we went down the mountain.

This is the place I yearn for. Maybe I will never go there again, but this photo will accompany me forever.

The story behind the composition photo 2 Shanghai, a prosperous and beautiful place, where every family lives happily, and so does Xiaoming, who is two or three years old. ...

One sunny morning, two or three-year-old Xiaoming and his family were having breakfast and chatting happily. Everything is so beautiful, "woo, woo, woo." A voice that made China people fear and hate reached the ears of Xiao Ming's family. Xiao Ming's father said in a hurry: "Alarm, hurry, run!" " Mom and dad ran out with Xiaoming in their arms. Xiao Ming is only two or three years old. He knows nothing, let alone what happened. In fact, the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station. Xiao Ming's parents rushed out with Xiao Ming in their arms as soon as they heard the alarm. Many people ran away, and Xiao Ming was separated from his parents by accident. ...

Suddenly, the railway station was bombed. There is no one in the street. Some people escaped and some people died. Only Xiao Ming sat on the double track of the bombed railway station, crying loudly in horror. Bean big tears rolled down Xiao Ming's face. Next to Xiaoming, there are only the bombed house tiles, and those collapsed houses seem to be crying silently with Xiaoming. ...

No one knows what will happen to Xiao Ming in the future. If Xiao Ming finds food and water for a day, what about the rest? Can he find a week, a month or a year? No one can imagine what Xiao Ming will be like in the future. Everyone is in danger. Who will save Xiaoming? Who would?

It was the hateful Japanese who started this cruel war. Our ancestors were too weak to give the invaders an opportunity. The war destroyed countless people in China. If the motherland has been prosperous as it is now, there can be no such humiliation. ...

War, I really hope that the 2 1 century will ring the death knell for war, so that tomorrow's world will truly become a human home full of sunshine, flowers and love!

The story behind the composition photo 3. There are many photos in the album, which are very meaningful and record my growing footprints. These photos are full of emotions [note: like, angry, sad, happy. Generally refers to people's different feelings. ]。 But among these photos, what impressed me the most was the one I took during the Taekwondo competition.

It happened at the 27th Wushu Competition in Hengyang in 20xx.

One afternoon, I was practicing in Taekwondo Hall. Suddenly, the coach called me to the marking room and said to me, "Zheng Panzhong, I have good news for you. All our teachers and classmates unanimously agree that you will participate in the 27th Taekwondo Competition in 20xx. " I was both nervous and excited when I heard the news. Because it is 1 time to participate in the competition, I don't have enough court experience, so I am very nervous. However, I am very excited because the coach asked me to participate and thought I did a good job. At this time, the coach seemed to see my heart and told me that winning or losing is not important, but mainly depends on participation. I listened and readily agreed.

How time flies! It's the day of the game in a blink of an eye. So the coach first took us to the viewing platform to watch other players play. As soon as they played, they jumped on the "enemy" like tigers, so it was my turn to play. As soon as the referee blew the whistle, I rushed to the "enemy" like a small universe. Then he tried to fight back with a cross kick, so I will cooperate with it. ] gave him a set of leg skills-whirlwind kicking and chopping, knocking him to the ground. Finally, he defeated his opponent by 6:3. Won the championship.

This photo was taken by my mother on the podium. I cried at that time, because this award was hard-won. It is not easy to get it. It is not easy to express the acquisition of property or the success of things. 】, it is the sweat of parents, teachers and all of me.

Story behind the composition photo 4 An ordinary photo paper becomes a color photo. On the surface, there is nothing special about looking at the photo, but do you know the story behind this photo?

There is a little girl in the photo. She is very happy with a gold medal in her hand. That little girl is me. She is six-year-old Zhang Yuyang.

This gold medal was won with hard work and tears when I learned to draw Chinese painting. If I had not paid, I would not have this smiling face and this golden gold medal. It turns out that no matter whether it is windy or rainy, whether it is cold or hot, I have never missed a Chinese painting class. It gets dark early in winter, and it's past nine o'clock after class. My mother and I braved the heavy snow and cold wind overhead, and the road was sparsely populated. We have to cross the alley and walk into the street before we can go home by bus. On the way home, almost every time there is a fight between the upper eyelid and the lower eyelid.

On the eve of the game, practice repeatedly every time. Sometimes I can't draw well. My mother has been scolding me behind my back, and my tears are dripping from my eyes and falling on the rice paper. I was wronged and broke my heart ... but I knew in my heart that plum blossoms came from bitter cold. Finally, in the Chinese painting competition, I achieved excellent results with tears and hard work, and my medals are also increasing. I stared at this photo as if the story happened yesterday. Although these achievements have become a distant past, they inspire me to keep forging ahead and strive for tomorrow's glory.

The story behind the composition photo 5 I am 1 1 years old, in the fifth grade of primary school. I learned to ride a bike a long time ago, but my parents said there were too many unsafe factors on the road, and they never agreed to ride a bike to school, so they didn't buy me a bike.

Last autumn, because I had piano lessons every Sunday, my parents had to buy me a bike.

That day, we went directly to the store selling pony bicycles. The owner of this shop is from my grandmother village. Before I entered the store, I saw many colorful bicycles in front of the store. After entering the door, I was shocked. Wow! There are so many cars in the shop! A dazzling array of bicycles are neatly placed in front of my eyes. Look at the rows of bicycles, big ones, small ones, men and women, folding ones and shifting ones. All three rooms are full, and even bicycles are hung on the wall, which makes me dizzy.

Dad said to me, "Choose for yourself." I looked at this and touched that, and I didn't know which one to choose at the moment. The boss probably read my mind and came over and smiled and said to me, "Little girl, I'll give you a brief introduction. Look at this little folded box. Riding is too slow. Not for you. Suitable for children who have just learned to ride. Look at this kind of variable-speed bicycle. It rides very fast. I think you can choose to be tall, but I feel that girls riding this kind of car will affect their appearance and not look good. Look at those styles, the price is 400-800 yuan, I think the price is economical and the quality is first-class, which is suitable for you to ride; For your reference, you can push it out for a test ride and feel the feeling. Choose which one is comfortable. "

After listening to the boss's careful introduction, I decided to choose a sky-blue bike to ride outside for the interview. I carefully pushed it outside, rode it slowly and pedaled it gently, so I rode a hundred meters away. It feels really good, my heart is floating outside the cloud nine.

Later, I tried to ride several models. Later, the boss asked me, "Which one do you want?" I'll look at sky blue and light yellow. I think both are ok, but which one should I buy? I asked dad to try riding, too, to help me make up my mind. At the same time, my heart is silently choosing who will be chosen ... After my father tried riding, he still let me make my own decision, just reminding me: "You can't just look at the appearance of a bicycle, the most important thing is to look at its practicality and solidity. Of course, we must also get your satisfaction. " I nodded and looked back at the two cars. I like the color of the sky blue car very much, but its tires are thinner and the back seat is simpler. Its body structure seems to be thinner. And that pale yellow car, whose body structure lets people know that it is solid and reliable. Stocky, looks like a capable guy. I think, in case my mother doesn't have time to pick up my brother, I can ride it to pick up my brother! Just choose the light yellow one.

After I made up my mind, my father began to negotiate the price with my boss. I also rushed over to join in the fun. The price of this car is 580 yuan, and the boss says they are all acquaintances, so let's just call it 500 yuan. Mom said that they are all from the village, besides, they are all old customers, and relatives and friends have bought cars here, so it's cheaper. After that, the boss finally said to me earnestly, "Little girl, for the sake of your grandparents, I'll give you a discount just because I brought you a car and charged you the cost price." However, there is one thing you should remember, you must study hard and honor your grandparents! It's not easy for your grandfather and grandmother to send your mother and their three siblings to school. Up to now, your grandfather still works in the surrounding villages every day. You should honor them well! "I nodded hard after hearing this.

In this way, my parents bought me a bike. I finally got my first bicycle, with a light yellow body, silver-white aluminum alloy wheels and wide tires. It looks great.

Whenever I see these photos, I will think of what the owner of the car shop said, study hard and honor my grandparents.

Whenever I see my bike, I say to myself: I must study hard and live up to my family's hopes; We should also take good care of our bicycles. We must pay attention to safety when riding, and don't let my parents worry about me.

Story 6 behind the composition photo My name is Ethan, and my father named me. On March 17, a baby weighing 7 kg and 42 liang was born, and that was me.

Although I am naughty, my family loves me very much. April 17, I just turned full moon, and my family was busy naming me. What is the name of the family discussing together? Grandpa went to war first: "the name is a symbol of a person, be careful!" " "After saying his word, my father immediately said," Although it is not a boy, I know that my daughter is definitely stronger than a boy, a hundred times stronger. Then this is called' Ethan', and' standing' means independence! ""Ethan is good, I agree. " "I agree. "Grandparents voted in favor. Mom voted against it. " A girl is a girl. Why name a boy? So embarrassing. ""I just hope that girls are better than boys, and that she can be independent and be a useful person to society. "Dad, make the final decision!

Although I have not been bold and independent, I will definitely work hard.

Story 7 There is a beautiful photo frame behind the composition photo of my desk. The photos inside are ordinary, but in my eyes, they are the most unforgettable memories.

In the photo, I am wearing a down jacket, and the golden flower cheongsam in the down jacket is particularly eye-catching. I'm sitting in front of the guzheng, and my fingers are jumping on the strings ... what's going on? How can you wear this suit at school? I can proudly say loudly: "This is the entrance ceremony of Yuan Scholarship!" I practiced for a long time and finally got a famous guzheng song-Autumn Moon in Han Palace. Experts, teachers and leaders all came, and the lights of the cameras were sprinkled on me. My hands kept dancing, my fingers skillfully jumped on the strings and played beautiful and moving music. The birds on the guzheng seem to be flying excitedly: the fairies are dancing, as if to say to me, "This song should only be in the sky. How many times can you hear it in life? "

When the headmaster stood by me and listened to me play, I suddenly felt more nervous than ever, and my heart was in my throat for fear that I might play wrong. Suddenly, I remembered my head teacher, Miss Zhu. I can't betray his trust in me. So, I regained my confidence, and the principal nodded at me with satisfaction and walked into the meeting with a smile.

Although it is only a small photo, I clearly remember that my father took it for me when he came back from Qingdao. This photo has teachers' trust, parents' expectations, and I have paid them back for many years!

The story behind the composition photo 8 opened the photo album, and the photos were displayed in front of me. There were scenes of the past, including joy, sadness, laughter and tears-the photos reminded me of a long thought.

This is a photo of me and my parents going to Jinding, Emei Mountain, Sichuan. Recalling the scene at that time is still vivid.

We set off before the smiling face of the sun appeared in the gloomy sky. Along the way, facing the river and along the mountain, I happily started my trip to Jinding. Like a naughty child, the river is sometimes wide, sometimes narrow, sometimes slow, and sometimes urgent, accompanying us all the way. After more than four hours, we finally came to Jinding.

Jinding in Emei is 3077 above sea level. 96 meters, the mountains are high and the clouds are low, and the scenery is magnificent. The four wonders of sunrise, sea of clouds, Buddha's light and holy lamp enjoyed by the cliffs here attract tourists from all directions.

There are many people in Jinding, so I hold my mother's hand tightly and dare not let go.

Suddenly my hand was broken by a powerful force. Suddenly my mind went blank, and I shouted "Mom".

Just then, the cry of a child next to me caught my attention. He is not tall, wearing a red coat, and his lovely little face is covered with tears, just like a Xiaohua Mall.

I hurried over and led him to a nearby stone and sat down, saying, "Don't cry, my brother will accompany you."

My mother heard crying and rushed over. When she saw me, her anxious expression immediately turned into a happy smile.

I told my mother what just happened. My mother said, "Let's sit down and wait for the parents. The children are gone, and the family will be very anxious. "

I kept teasing the crying child, telling him jokes and playing games with him, and soon he seemed to forget about being excluded.

Just as we were having fun, suddenly a middle-aged woman rushed over like a rocket, holding a child in her arms with tears in her eyes.

At this time, my mother got up and chatted with her for a while. When she confirmed that the child was hers, she gave it to her with confidence.

Her hand touched my head and kept saying "thank you, thank you".

After saying goodbye to them, my mother and I started sightseeing again.

When we reluctantly bid farewell to the Jinding of Emei Mountain, only this precious photo was left.

"I am old and old, and I am young and young." Therefore, we should cherish and care for everyone around us.

The story behind the composition photo 9 There are all kinds of photos in our life: there are old photos; New photos; There are big photos; There are small photos ... almost every photo has a novel story behind it. In this article, I wrote photos about the changes of the times.

Look at this picture. This is a photo of the old Leifeng Tower. How old and Cang Sang the Leifeng Pagoda was then! How shabby and ancient it was then! It's covered with moss, and people don't even want to see it! And look at that photo, how magnificent and colorful the Leifeng Tower in that photo is! How colorful it is now, how colorful!

As soon as these two photos are compared, the changes of the times are all shown in these two photos! One is old and the other is bright; A tattered, a glittering; I don't want to see one, and I'm not tired of seeing one!

These two photos are evidence that Hangzhou has changed from the old to the new, and they are also the transformation of Hangzhou to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new!

Let's remember that with the changes of the times and the progress of science and technology, people pay more and more attention to our environment, and it is getting better and better. We should start from bit by bit around us to protect the natural environment and prevent the tragedy of Leifeng Tower from repeating itself!

The story behind the composition photo 10 This is a sunny afternoon. The green trees and red flowers outside the window are particularly delicate and charming. The brisk calls of birds make me close my eyes and feel the happiness of birds and flowers. At this moment, my mood is extremely relaxed. The story behind the photo is written like this.

After a while, my father woke me up and opened my eyes. In front of me are several thick photo albums, and many photos, large and small, in black and white, come into my eyes.

Some time ago, my father and I discussed what my China dream was. Looking at my serious face, my father smiled and said to me after thinking for a long time: "Daughter, we will organize the photo albums at home together at the weekend. Grandpa's uncle's great-grandmother has been sorting it out until now. Perhaps, after reading it, you can roughly understand what the Chinese dream is. " I am skeptical: Is this related to the Chinese dream? This is a photo with many white spots. It is said that the one with hair in the photo is my great-grandmother. This is the only photo about her disappearing. 1950 is neatly written on the back of the photo.

Great-grandmother is a typical rural woman with a stiff expression and a little nervousness. She gave birth to three boys and a girl. Grandpa's two brothers left with the troops passing by the door because of hunger. Grandpa's sister was sold because there was no food. Great-grandmother spent most of her life in a turbulent war over food. According to grandpa, her short and happy life began after liberation, and food piled up to one person's height. Great-grandmother laughs every day when she sees the granary. Perhaps this is her Chinese dream: having food to eat ... My great-grandfather left no video in the world and lost his father before he was born. In that turbulent era, my great-grandfather passed away silently. I don't know if my great-grandfather also had his dreams. 1939 China's suffering may have made him lose his dream ... This is my grandfather, and I recognized my grandfather when I was a child at a glance. From black and white to color, from eighteen to seventy years old, I seem to have quickly turned over my grandfather's fifty years. Grandpa said before his death that he was most grateful to the * * * production party, because the * * * production party let him go to town, become a worker of state-owned enterprises, receive education, join the party and form his own family. When he didn't know what a dream was, he was constantly amazed by the producers.

Grandpa's smile is bright and satisfied, and all parts of the motherland appear in the photo. In the black-and-white photo, the young grandfather wears fashionable sunglasses and looks personable; In color photos, the middle-aged grandfather is steady and resolute; In digital photos, grandpa is kind-hearted. Grandpa participated in the construction of the new China, witnessed the motherland gradually get rid of poverty, actively responded to the reform and opening up, and the oath of loyalty to the party accompanied him until the last moment of his life. Maybe grandpa's life of selfless work for the ideal of * * * is his Chinese dream. ...

I couldn't help laughing when I saw the photos of my parents' youthful childhood. I felt that time was amazing. Small black-and-white photos record every important moment of mom and dad from 100 days to kindergarten primary school. That kind of heartfelt happiness flowed out like a spring and infected me. The color photos of my father's red scarf, white shirt and blue trousers made me feel the long-lost solemnity and sacredness of a young pioneer. My mother wore a long braid and held a beautiful picture of a textbook on the university campus. My father wore a suit and gave a warm speech. My mother wore professional clothes to read legal documents and prepare for court work ... Those who entered institutions of higher learning at that time were all called favored ones. Mom and Dad have caught up with the era when knowledge changed their destiny, giving them a chance to meet and fall in love in Wan Li. They started from scratch with their own efforts and established their own family with me ... Their Chinese dream has become more and more exquisite. From the Forbidden City to the tallest building in Asia, from the top of the mountain to the bank of Xiangjiang River, from the moment I was born to this moment, I know I am happy! My Chinese dream is to live happily. ...

Oh, I finally understand my father's intention, which is to let me see the evolution of each generation's dreams from the real family records. With the progress of the times, the dreams of every generation have the same pursuit: to make life better, to make life happier and to make life more stable. Every family constitutes a society, the great Chinese nation, and the prosperous China, which has come from 5,000 years of civilization, has brought all China people together to realize the Chinese dream!