How to write a composition about a story

1. A photo and a story The story of an old photo passed by in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, I 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. In the process of growing up, is it just the passage of time? 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, you may be surprised and say, "Hey, is this me?" I think everyone is familiar with the story of the photo album? There are many interesting stories and some painful things about our childhood. But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet.

In my photo album, I also recorded my little-known things. However, among many photos, the most unforgettable one is a photo taken by my father's colleague, when I was only five years old.

As soon as I saw this photo, what happened that day clearly came to my eyes ... It was a beautiful spring morning, and I got up early. When I got up, my stomach hurt a little. My mother saw me get up and told me to wash up. After a while, I came out of the bathroom and lost my appetite when I saw the food on the table. My mother asked me to have breakfast. I said I had no appetite, but my mother insisted on it because she was afraid of my stomach trouble again! I crustily skin of head and sat down to eat a few mouthfuls, then put down my chopsticks and walked out the door.

Dad came out with my breakfast and asked me to eat it. I didn't eat it. He got angry and scolded me. I took a gamble and ate a mouthful of rice.

Just then, manager Cai came, and he happened to have a camera. Seeing my little temper with my dad, he teased me and said, "Teacher Zhou lost his temper. This is a very good sight! Take a photo! " General Cai's words annoyed me, and my eyes fell down very unwillingly.

"Click", a shutter sound, photographed my embarrassing appearance. The next day, Cai, the general manager, developed the photo and I put it in a permanent photo album.

Now I am an adult, I have grown up! The story of the old photo is in my photo album, and there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one! My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home.

There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because the phone is always ringing.

2. How to write a photo story: Choose a photo that you miss most, and recall the people or things described in the photo, so as to get the writing direction; Accurately restore the course of the event, mixed with the dialogue and detailed description of the characters; Done, it means that you will remember this photo forever.

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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!

3. Story about photo composition. Story about photos

On the table in my room, there is a photo in which three girls are laughing happily. Look! The tallest girl is me, and my eyes are narrowed with laughter. Behind us is a group of sculptures by Hong Haier. Whenever I see this photo, I will think of the day when I visited Guangzhou Museum.

It was a sunny weekend, and my aunt took my cousin and me to visit the Guangzhou Museum.

When I came to the gate of the museum, I saw a group of red sculptures of little boys on the water. They are tall and short, some stand, some stand upside down, some squat, some bend over, some cover their stomachs ... They are all naked, some tremble, and some cover their bodies shyly. They are lifelike, varied and very interesting. Just when we were very happy, my aunt suggested taking pictures for us, and a "crack" left us a good memory.

Then we go to the first floor to read books. There are so many books that I see things in a blur. I chose a book called The Story of Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Nights, in which there is a fierce hippo and a hateful queen. It's very beautiful and I'm fascinated by it. But because of the time, my aunt read a few stories and let us leave. If there is an opportunity in the future, I must finish reading this book. The story inside is really fascinating.

Then we went to the second floor. As soon as we set foot on the stairs, I was attracted by the beautiful music coming from that floor. There are more than ten kinds of musical instruments, and there are screens beside them. We can choose any music we want to listen to. Listen to the music and look at the pictures. The music inside is very nice. I listened and thought: how great and clever human beings are to create such amazing things! I will study hard now and invent more and better things for the world when I grow up!

Finally, we visited the exhibition halls on the fourth and fifth floors. After lunch, we went home happily.

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A photo is an interesting story, and a photo is a beautiful memory. My family kept nearly 200 photos. These photos record my wonderful memories from birth to now.

One day, I was looking through the photo album. Turn, turn, suddenly, a photo caught my eye. Look, a lovely little girl is crying with her index finger up! At that time, I was only 4 years old and very naughty. That night, the power went out. It's past 9 o'clock, and I'm still playing hard. My mother came to urge me: "Didi, brush your teeth and go to bed!" " "I rubbed my dry eyes and said," No, I'm afraid it's cold under the covers! ""My mother hugged me and said, "I have installed a thermos." Didi, go to sleep first! ""oh! " I reluctantly walked into the bedroom. I put my hand into the bed first, ready to warm my hands with a thermos. Unexpectedly, my hand was burned. I cried with a "wow". My mother rushed in and saw tears all over my face. She said in distress situation: "Silly child, the thermos has just been installed, so you can't take it directly. "My mother blew me and told me seriously that the more I cried, the more painful it was. Aunt is debugging the camera, and the camera is facing me. She accidentally pressed the shutter and took this photo. ...

Whenever I think of this interesting story, I always want to laugh. This incident left me with very good memories.

5. How to write a story composition by reading pictures in the first volume of grade four? My favorite thing is making up stories. Whenever I recall the fairy tale books I read in my childhood, I will have a bold idea.

I thought: If I make up stories, then I can become a fairy tale writer like Andersen. So I wrote my first fairy tale at that time.

A little boy saw a little girl and thought she was holding a broken dolphin doll in a cake shop. The little boy asked his mother to buy a cake for the little girl, too. Because they had no money at home, the little girl couldn't afford a cake. The little boy's mother didn't buy a cake for the girl, but bought it for the little boy and left.

The girl and her mother also walked out of the shop. This is a car that killed the little girl's mother. The little boy's mother panicked when she saw it.

Finally, the little girl and the little boy grew up and got married. From this story, I wrote it and I cried.

After I finished writing, I showed it to my neighbors. They all say their graffiti is better than mine. Except for a little girl who praised me, we talked for a while and I finally understood a truth. No matter what others say, no one in the world can write a better, more beautiful and more valuable composition than myself.

6. Composition: The story of a photo Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, I will think of the Red Army and the spirit of the Red Army to go forward despite difficulties.

In my little photo album, there is a photo that means a lot to me. It was taken where the Red Army flew over the Luding Bridge.

Last May Day, our family was discussing where to travel. Dad said, "Why don't we go on a red tour this year?" ! Go to Luding Bridge. "Let's go, we embarked on a red journey. The scenery along the way is beautiful, with mountains, forests and clouds. It feels like a fairyland on earth. After a few hours' drive, I finally came to Luding Bridge, which I have been longing for for for for a long time.

Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Ganzi Prefecture, Sichuan Province. At first glance, it's just an ordinary iron cable bridge on the Dadu River. But after listening to the introduction of the guide aunt, I have a new understanding of Luding Bridge. It turned out that in order to stop the Red Army's Long March, the enemy tore down the boards on the bridge and kept shooting with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here. But instead of being discouraged, they braved the enemy's bullets to crawl on the chain and won the final victory.

I want to walk on the bridge, too, but as soon as I get there, the bridge starts to shake. I quickly held the chain by the bridge and was shocked to see the rolling Dadu River water under the bridge. Considering how difficult it is for the Red Army to fly over Luding Bridge, I have a sincere admiration for them. Dad said, "Let's take a picture here as a souvenir." Click, I took a photo on the Luding Bridge.

Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.

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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.

7. A photo story constitutes flashback Part I: A photo story

There are many photos in my photo album. Every picture is a beautiful moment and a sweet memory.

Look, this photo was taken on June 2, 2004. That day, the autumn wind was rustling and the evening wind was blowing gently. My parents took me to the park during the festival.

I was so happy, humming a song in my mouth, and ran happily to the park. There are many things to play in the park, including all kinds of colorful light shows. Various recreational activities; There are ice sculptures from the north.

Our family put on thick down jackets and walked into a yurt-like dome. Gee, it's really cold! A chill came head on; I wanted to come out as soon as I entered, but many wonderful ice sculptures attracted me. There are Temple of Heaven in Beijing, Jade Girl in the Palace, Introduction of Western Learning to the East, Yellow Crane Dance and Children's Slide! When I come to "Nanjing Zhonghua Gate", I want to touch the tall ice lion in front of it. So he stood on tiptoe and tried to touch the bell on the lion. At this moment, 62616964757a68696416fe78988e 6983313337383262 dad's camera flashed. An interesting photo of me touching a lion in front of China, the symbol of the Chinese nation, was frozen forever.

This photo left me with an unforgettable moment.

Chapter two: The story of a photo.

Look, this is a photo of Lushan village. There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. The beautiful Lushan village is behind me. The chubby and lovely little girl with a bow in the middle is me. Although this photo looks ordinary, it records an incident that happened when I was 6 years old.

This photo was taken on June 7, 2006. On that day, my parents and I came to Lushan Village. When we arrived at the Red Peach Blossom Mountain, my mother had fallen down. So I sat with my parents. At this time, a group of tourists came from behind and said, "How to climb this Taohua Mountain?" These Lu Taiwan, it's hard to climb! "Mom said," It's okay, as long as we persist, we can climb up. "I can't wait to run to the top of the mountain and say loudly," Come on up! As long as you persist for a while, you can climb up. " The tourists gave me thumbs up, and "click" my father took this photo for me.

Every time I see this photo, I think of the beautiful Lushan village, my innocence and the passengers who climbed Taohua Mountain with me.

Chapter 3: The story of a photo.

The story comes from a Children's Day on June 1st, and the girls in our class are going to perform a program together. We decided to dance. I was very different then than I am now. At that time, my skin color was the same as that of girls in the same year, but I was a bit like a boy.

That day, our class was the first to dance together. This dance is very good. It's in tune The headmaster asked questions on the spot. Then there are other classes. When we don't go on stage at halftime, dad will take pictures of us girls when we put on the clothes to perform. I took photos with my classmates. Once, the girls took photos together, and the other time, they took photos in pairs. That's interesting.

When we came out, we jumped out perfectly according to the dance we rehearsed before. When dancing, we seem to be dancing alone, acting in unison, without panic and tension. In the circle, we are very United. So I corrected the mistakes and confusion in the previous dance practice. Perfect result.

How time flies! Now I am a teenager. I really want to stay the way I was when I was a child forever. However, time is not fixed at a certain time, and people have to grow. In the future, I may lose my childhood freedom and suffer any hardships. But I don't feel sorry for it.

8. How to write the last paragraph of the story composition in the photo and tell an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. In this way, we will make our life better, our family happier, and let us

9. The story behind a photo is the story composition of a 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 me right in the face, just like a 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!