The story composition in the photo is 300 words.

There are 300 words of unforgettable story compositions hidden in the photos of my family.

One day, my parents went to work, and I was the only one at home. I am bored. Suddenly, I remembered my photo album, which contained my sweet memories. So, I managed to turn my house upside down and finally found it. When I opened it, a photo fell out of it. "ah! This is not a family photo taken by my parents and me in Qingcheng Mountain, Chengdu! " I am surprised to say that it has been several years in retrospect. It was a day in the summer vacation, and my father drove us to this place. This is a tourist attraction. The mountains and plains here are green, and even the rivers there are reflected by green trees. We came to the stream, where there were some big stones, so we stood up and took this family photo. Look, I was riding on my father's shoulder and playing the game of "flying". My mother was there with a smile on her face. My father grabbed my slender legs with both hands, stood with his eyes wide open and his eyebrows upturned. It all looks ridiculous now. This photo is the best one I have ever taken. I want to preserve it so that my descendants can see what their great ancestors looked like. Hee hee!

The story composition in the photo is 300 words "My family portrait"

Key points: first describe the shooting background of the photo, then describe the story behind the photo, and finally leave a good memory through this photo.

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Every time I see that old photo in the photo frame on my desk, I can't help but think of the story my mother often tells me about our trip to Hangzhou Bay Bridge. This is a photo full of happiness. The photo was taken on June 7, 2008. Mom said that this is the first family photo of our family, and it is a very memorable photo.

That year, I was only three years old, and many memories were vague. In the photo, my father hugged me tightly with warm arms, and my mother stood beside me, smiling brightly. And I leaned on my father's shoulder, looking so immature and naive, just as I stayed in MengMeng. Behind us is Ningbo Tianyi Square. After the heavy rain, the square was spotless and crystal clear.

I remember my father driving us there that day. It was less than a month before the opening of Hangzhou Bay Bridge. I sat in the car and looked out of the window. It's bright and dark outside. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. I was a little nervous and clutched my mother's arm tightly.

My mother said to me gently, "it's okay." It's thunderstorm season, and the rain will stop soon. " After listening to my mother, I relaxed a lot. Soon, my father slowly drove on the cross-sea bridge. He drives slowly, because there is a rule that you can't drive fast on the cross-sea bridge. Seen from a distance, this sea-crossing bridge is an "S" curve.

Dad said, "Hangzhou Bay Bridge is a sea-crossing bridge across Hangzhou Bay in China. It is the second longest sea-crossing bridge in the world with a total length of 36 kilometers. " As soon as I heard this, my curiosity came and I continued to look out. "Mom, is this the sea?" I asked my mother. My mother replied, "Yes, this is the rough sea."

"The blue sea is so beautiful that there is no edge at all!" I exclaimed in my mind. It took us half an hour to cross the whole Hangzhou Bay Bridge. After a while, we finally came to Tianyi Square in Ningbo. At this time, the rain became smaller. Taking this opportunity, we asked someone to press the shutter and got this beautiful photo.

Although I didn't take photos on the cross-sea bridge at that time, seeing this photo reminded me of the famous Hangzhou Bay Bridge and the happy and wonderful time I spent with my parents.

Three unforgettable moments 300-word composition Write a story about family photos.

When I was born, five peach trees were planted in front of my grandfather's house. I don't know what this means.

Flowers bloom and fall every year, which is beautiful. Even though I am young, I don't know this kind of beauty. I only know that it is beautiful. My friends and I play on the ground full of petals, swing on the weak branches, and sometimes cruelly break off a few branches, pick off the petals bit by bit and sprinkle them on the ground. Another gust of wind blew, and another flower fell, fell on my bed and fell on the ground, just like a small pink sea. A little bigger, the tree grew up like me and began to bear peaches. I don't like this, because they will attract insects and make the whole peach forest gaunt. I began to hate it and seldom went to play under the tree again.

Then I went to school and never saw the pink sea again. I occasionally go to grandpa's house during the holiday, and all I see is an incomplete leaf. I never want to go near that small peach garden again. In my impression, they are getting older and haggard every year, without youth and beauty.

It's another year, and I finally have a chance to go to grandpa's house in spring. I seem to see countless insects that eat leaves, and that kind of desolate feeling comes to mind. Before I could think about it, a faint fragrance slipped on me. Pink sea and familiar branches. The flowers seem more beautiful this time. A familiar wind blew like a child, and the powder clouds on the branches were blown away and fell on me like a child. I hope that time can stop for me, even for a moment, so that I can enjoy this long-lost beauty again and keep this beautiful moment. But I can't stay. It is covered with a pink carpet like a child, and it is still beautiful. It was not until that day that I realized that it could still be beautiful. Still petals, still fragrance, still touch, just different, because it's so beautiful.

When I was a child, I left. I want to see peach blossoms again next year.

It seemed particularly cold that winter. I went to grandpa's house again, and wanted to see the peach trees in winter, but there was nothing. They died of insect pests, releasing all the beauty before. Let me take one last look at it and see its final beauty.

In front of me is the pink fluttering in the wind, which releases the beauty for me.

Ⅳ Fairy tale composition 300 words

Once upon a time, there lived an old man in a place. Because the old man cuts bamboo for a living every day, people call him "the old man who cuts bamboo".

One day, as usual, the old man went up the mountain to cut bamboo.

It's an autumn morning, the sky is crisp and there are no clouds in Wan Li. The old man walked into the bamboo forest, looked around and found a shiny bamboo.

"Huh?"

The old man was puzzled, so he cut down this bamboo.

At this time, strange things happened; There is a little girl in bamboo.

The old man was surprised. I immediately gave the child a gentle stick. Oh, what a lovely little girl!

"Great joy, great joy!"

Because the old man has no children, he wants to treat the little girl as his own child.

"Hurry home and show it to the old lady!"

"Ah, this little girl is really likable. The old lady is also very happy.

This abandoned home is full of excitement now.

The old man wove a delicate bamboo basket with tender bamboo and put the little girl in it.

Since then, when old people cut bamboo, they often find all kinds of treasures in bamboo.

The life of the old people is getting better and better.

The little girl is getting better every day. In three months, you will look like an adult.

Since I had this little girl, my home has been bright, with walls and corners. So the old man named her "Princess Moonlight".

"This is a gentle and beautiful moonlight princess!"

"This moonlight princess is clever!"

Everyone praised it like this.

Praise for Princess Moonlight spread from the village to the capital, and finally the emperor heard it. The emperor said:

"If this woman is so gentle and beautiful, I also want to meet her. Go and show me what it looks like first. "

So, an imperial envoy was sent.

However, Princess Moonlight said:

"No, no, I'm not such a good girl."

She didn't see the imperial envoy.

Princess Moonlight lived safely for three years after she was born from bamboo.

This spring, Princess Moonlight often looks at the moon alone with a sad face.

Grandparents are upset and ask;

"What's the matter? Why are you so absorbed? "

Moonlight princess only replied:

"No, nothing happened."

Autumn is coming.

It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival. Princess Moonlight always sobs every night. Two old people asked why, she just said:

"I'm from the moon palace. This Mid-Autumn Festival, the Moon Palace will pick me up. Looks like we have to break up. I am crying for this. "

The two old people were surprised. So he asked the emperor to protect Princess Moonlight.

Finally came to August 15.

There are many guards in the palace. Armed with knives and bows and arrows, they surrounded the old man's home layer by layer.

It's getting dark, and a bright moon rises from Dongshan.

"What can I do when my daughter is gone?"

Grandma led Princess Moonlight into the barn. Grandpa is standing at the barn door.

The moon rises gradually in Zhejiang. This area is also illuminated as during the day.

Soon, white clouds floated around the moon, and then, I don't know where wonderful music came from.

At first glance, a large group of people drove cars and rode white clouds, falling from the sky.

The emperor's guards were blinded by the moonlight and didn't know.

The barn door opened automatically.

Princess Moonlight came out under the guidance of a fairy.

"Thanks to the care of the two old people, this kindness will never be forgotten. Please remember me every night when the moonlight bites clean. "

Then, Princess Moonlight changed into the clothes of the Moon Palace.

The moonlight is brighter.

The car was carrying Princess Yuetou, and Ran Ran quietly rose to the sky.

The music in the Moon Palace faded away.

Ⅳ The story composition in the photo is 300 words.

Point: First describe what this photo reminds me of, then describe the cause and effect of this photo in detail, and finally describe how this story influenced me.

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"God, I can't walk!" Every time I see this photo, I think of this sentence.

It was a summer vacation. When I visited the Henan Opera Museum with my friends, I experienced Hua Dan's jokes while walking.

Visiting the costume area of Chinese opera, the teacher took us girls to the stage and taught us how to get to Hua Dan. The teacher said that Hua Dan was the most beautiful character in China's operas, but ancient women had to abide by many rules, so Hua Dan should show the elegant and dignified demeanor of ancient women when walking.

At some point, the teacher showed us: when Hua Dan stood, his feet were in a T-step, and his hands were orchid fingers; When walking, we walked with lotus flowers, with expressions on our faces, smart and lively ... When we heard this, we all froze. It turns out that it is so difficult for ancient women to walk!

It's our turn to perform. We are in a line. After only two steps, the audience is already laughing. I looked to both sides and saw that everyone was walking in a mess, and I was no better. I forgot my expression when I wanted to move. When I noticed my expression, I couldn't keep up. I was in a hurry. The activity ended in laughter. Although our girl performance failed, I think it is the most meaningful thing.

Originally, I thought opera was a program for the elderly. This time, I changed my view on China's traditional drama. Traditional Chinese opera is a traditional culture in China and an art of life. Every place in the opera contains a love for life and beauty.

ⅵ Story of Scarecrow, 300 words.

Scarecrow guards the crops in the field every day, so that birds dare not steal them. One day, a bird came to steal the crops in the field guarded by the scarecrow. After being discovered by the scarecrow, the bird said in fear, "Please don't hurt me. My mother is ill. I just want to get something to eat for her from you. "

The scarecrow heard the bird say mom, and the scarecrow never had a mom. The scarecrow said to the bird, "Take it! Eat more for mom, so that she will get better faster. "

The bird took away many ears of wheat and flew away. A few days later, the bird came again. The bird said, "My mother's illness has been much better. Can I give her some more ears of wheat? "

The scarecrow promised the bird, and the farmer was not afraid of the scarecrow when he saw the bird eating its own ears of wheat. He felt that the scarecrow was useless and angrily pulled it out of the ground and threw it aside.

The poor scarecrow lost his life to help the birds.

Scarecrow (1) On Saturday morning, my good friend Yuan Yuan and Ang went to Xinghua Village Park because there was a Scarecrow Art Festival. When I came to Xinghua Village Park, I saw many children visiting. They are all in high spirits. There are so many scarecrows. They can be seen everywhere. There are kind farmers' uncles, all kinds of cartoon images, and scarecrows for people to take pictures ... Among many scarecrows, I like cartoon scarecrows best. You see, the rubber duck is covered with pale yellow "feathers", with a big belly and a wide mouth; Donald Duck has bright eyes and an upturned tail. Spongebob is wearing a tie and a pair of brown pants. That's awesome! Besides cartoon scarecrows, I also like scarecrows to take pictures of people. There are two such scarecrows: the "little girl" wears a pink skirt and the "little boy" wears a suit. Their heads are two round frames. If a child wants to take a picture, put his head in the box, so that the child becomes a scarecrow. I also asked my father to take a picture of me. The scarecrows in Xinghua Village Park are all very beautiful. I wonder whose hands are so clever! Scarecrow (2) Today is the Rape Flower Festival. I came to Shuangmiao to see the Scarecrow with curiosity. As soon as I entered the gate, I was attracted by the smell of roast mutton, and my stomach immediately croaked with hunger. I can't take my eyes off the delicious kebabs. I quickly asked my boss to bring me 30 kebabs and wolfed them down. After eating mutton kebabs, I came to a scarecrow. Pig Bajie was carrying his wife, touching Pig Bajie's ear and thinking about Pig Bajie's appearance. Well, a little, but I always feel that he is missing something. For example, the ears are a little high and not good-looking. I touched its belly. What I like best is her belly. Big and fat, have fun. I feel that its chubby belly must have hidden a lot of things. I met another scarecrow who made a scene in heaven. Nothing like it. It's ugly. I don't like it at all. I climbed up, only to find that there was a small bamboo pole with the words "ha ha ha ha ha". I didn't understand what it was just now, but later I realized it was her laughter. I saw many interesting scarecrows today, and those lifelike scarecrows made me unforgettable. Scarecrow (3) "* * *, what a nuisance!" I'm cursing sparrows stealing sorghum in the field. Dad patted his forehead and said, "Hey, we might as well be scarecrows!" " "When we got home, we took action. I found two pieces of wood of different lengths and gave them to my father. My father tied them with a strong rope and soon formed a cross. I patted them and said, "Well, it's strong enough!" "The next step is not so simple, it is a bundle of straw. Dad got some straw from somewhere. Dad stuck the grass on the wood and I was rubbing the straw rope. In a short time, the "twist" of more than a dozen fingers was done. I helped dad press the grass on the wood, and dad tied it with a rope. I watched my father struggle to make the cross potholes everywhere, just like a person. "However, what seems to be the disadvantage?" I said to my father. Dad took out a plastic head from the room. I'm surprised. My eyebrows went up and down, and I was very surprised. After my father installed the "head", he specially brought a red coat and said to me, "Sparrows are afraid of red." Put it on the scarecrow. With the cooperation of my father and I, a scarecrow was completed without much effort, hoping that its appearance would scare away sparrows.

ⅶ Write a photo story in 300 words.

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.

ⅷ Third-grade composition: The story requirement of the photo: 300~350 words. Write the story behind a photo. The protagonist is 3 years old.

On my desk, there is an ordinary photo. However, in my eyes, it is no longer a photo, but a beautiful scenery.

It's a cool autumn day. I went to the zoo with my friends and mother. In a short time, we ended our visit. Unconsciously, we walked into a meadow.

How green the grass is! This is a grassland. The grassland is also dotted with delicate and charming flowers. Like colorful gems. Turn "grassland" into a beautiful green world. At this time, my friend said happily, "We have never seen such a beautiful place. Let's take pictures as a souvenir! " "Say that finish, she quickly pulled me to a place full of green grass and flowers. I couldn't help making a gesture of "Ye" with my hand. Mother hurriedly pressed the shutter. "click"! Left this precious beauty.

Until now, I still haven't forgotten or discarded it, because it is an indelible memory of my childhood and a beautiful memory.

ⅸ Write a touching story in 300 words.

Touching story

The world is full of true feelings and warmth. I am no exception. I was moved by what happened around me.

It was a bus trip. I was in a hurry, but the bus was so crowded that I finally found a standing position. Suddenly, an old man came over. The old man is white-haired and can't walk steadily with crutches. But everyone is indifferent. The driver was very unhappy and said loudly, "Who will make room for Grandpa?" No one responded. The driver said it again loudly, but no one said it. Grandpa was surrounded by a young man, but he didn't give his seat to grandpa and didn't even bother to listen to what the driver was saying. "Let me do it!" Everyone looks inside. That's an old woman. The old woman is about the same age as the old man, with white hair. But he gave his seat to grandpa without hesitation. Grandpa shook his hand trembling: "You are so old, you'd better sit by yourself." Grandma dared not say anything and stood aside directly. Everyone was silent. Many people shed tears. I am also very touched. I saw the young man hang his head in shame.

Ah, what a noble character that old woman is! Need to sit more than the old man, but she did not hesitate to give it to him. We should learn from this old lady!