The story of the third-grade composer's photo

1. Third-grade composition: The story requirements of the photo: 300~350 words, write the story behind a photo, the protagonist is 3 years old.

The first story composition in the photo: the story in the photo is a photo and records a story; A photo tells 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. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious. The story time in the photo is like running water, flowing quietly day and night. I also grew from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to write tears in a notebook. Put down the dusty photo album for a long time, and my thoughts began to roll. I touch every photo, and every photo tells a story about me and my childhood. My eyes suddenly stopped at a photo with some yellow edges, and I smiled happily. In this photo. There is a little girl wearing a skirt with croissants. She was crying in the sky. This is me. There is also a big boy who eats lollipops and laughs badly, and that is my brother. I remember it was an autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the store. My brother wants to eat it, too. If I don't give it to him, he will give me bad brains. He lied to me that he could find a bigger and more beautiful lollipop in my mother's car basket, and whoever got it got it. I really want it, so I have to get it At that time, I was too short to reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me, and I moved the stool to turn over my mother's basket. I didn't find a lollipop in the basket. I was just about to ask my brother. Looking back, he was eating my lollipop! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I just sat on the ground and cried. It happened to be photographed by my aunt who just bought a camera. It's been seven or eight years since this happened. Now think about it. I was really cute at that time. This is the story that happened in my photo. Story in the photo Today, I took out my favorite photo again. Do you know what my favorite photo is? Just take a photo with the preschool children in the kindergarten as a souvenir, because I will leave the kindergarten soon to be a real primary school student. Every morning, my parents and grandparents send us to kindergarten. We study, eat and take a nap together. I am both happy and reluctant to leave kindergarten and classmates at once, because we have lived together for so long and don't want to be separated. Seeing 46 familiar faces in the photo, I thought that 20 years later, some of us went to college and some of us also took part in the work. I wonder what we will be like in 40 years. Ah, I see, we will have white hair, like grandparents. I must treasure this photo and let it accompany me to my old age. Chapter four: The story in the photos is twelve spring and autumn, and hundreds of photos I don't know have witnessed my growth. Open the photo album and enjoy it page by page. The photos of my childhood are so cute. I often look at photos and sigh, "I am so old!" "Look at this photo, I am all smiles, my hands are open and my hands are crossed. What am I doing? By the way, there were guests at home that day, and I was excitedly introducing my room! Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud. See that big bed? I saved money to buy a set of furniture in my room. I remember grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself. Mother said anxiously, "I'm afraid you don't have enough money." Or buy something cheaper! """No, just buy it!" Later, I decided to borrow money from my mother to buy furniture, but my mother kept saying she wouldn't pay it back. As for me, I must return it. I'm seriously writing an iou to prepare for installment payment. As I seldom do housework, I decided to be diligent this time. Once I do housework, my mother will get rid of a little "debt" ... In the morning, I get up early and start preparing breakfast. At first, I often made mistakes: the cream buns were not steamed well, and there was too much jam ... It was also convenient to prepare breakfast slowly. In the evening, I went to the balcony: put the clothes away, folded them and put them in the closet ... In this way, after a few months, my mother felt embarrassed and said, "Forget it, don't do it, don't return it!" " "But I still stick to my original decision and still do housework happily. When my mother told me that I had paid off my debt, I jumped for joy. At that time, I really realized the joy of giving ... I remember the furniture I bought in the fifth grade. This photo was taken in the sixth grade. It's the seventh grade now. After all this time, I am still proud of it. However, now that I think about it, I borrowed a lot of money from my mother when I bought furniture, and I paid off the service fee of five yuan every time. My mother must have helped me. So, now I do more housework whenever I have time. Although I want to help my mother, in my heart, this reason is also the main reason! Every time I see this photo, I run to the room, take a look, and then I can't help laughing! A photo, a story, this is the story of saving money to buy furniture; A photo, a harvest, this is an unforgettable harvest in my life!

2. Composition in the third grade of primary school! The story in the photo

I have taken countless photos since I was a child, and the most unforgettable one is this "football photo".

It was the summer vacation of 20 12. One day, it was hot, and the sun shone on the earth like a big fireball. The cicada in the tree was so hot that it cried, "How hot! It's so hot! " Because playing football can not only exercise, but also relax the intense study life, so I invited my friends, Yin Yihao, Yin Jianan and Pan to play football in the open space downstairs. As soon as we arrived at the' football field', we were arguing about how to group. Soon, Yin Yihao and Pan first indicated that they would join me, and the rest were with Yin Jianan.

At the beginning of the game, I saw Lu Jiayi make some preparations seriously, and then took a step forward with his left foot, raised his right foot and kicked it hard. Football flies like a rocket. Pan Hao Wei tried to block the football back with his feet, but it flew out from under his feet. At this time, it was my turn to shoot. I volleyed and kicked the ball into the opponent's goal. At the end of the first half, we were out of breath. After a break of 15 minutes, the game started in the second half, only to see Lu Jiayi's "fly ball" kick into our goal, and they pulled back a game. Just as they were triumphant, Yin Yihao passed the ball to me, and I cleverly avoided the opponent's attack. An "elevator ball" won me again. At this time, my mother quickly took this photo for us. In this way, the football runs back and forth under our feet. We were all exhausted at the end of the game, but we made an appointment to play next time.

Photos are eternal memories, photos are the storage of friendship ... I hope this photo can accompany me all my life.

3. Third-grade composition: The story requirements 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.

4. Third grade composition, how to write the story in the photo

The story in the photo?

It happened to be my grandfather's birthday when he was discharged from the hospital. We took a photo with him. There should be many stories hidden in this photo. Let me tell you! ?

That night, Grandpa Sun went home and Sister Moon came out. Mom, dad and uncle are discussing which hotel to go to celebrate grandpa's birthday. They keep asking and asking, almost zero. Finally, they negotiated and went to Tongfu Hotel. ?

Another day has passed, and it's time to celebrate grandpa's birthday. At noon, it's time for everyone to eat. After a while, the birthday cake came. My brother and I pushed the cake onto the platform. I helped grandpa to the stage and asked him to make a wish. Click, my father took this precious moment. In the cheers of everyone, I helped my grandfather to his seat again. My father spent more than two thousand yuan on this birthday party. Although he spent so much money, I am happy as long as my grandfather is happy. ?

Are there many stories in this photo? Are there many stories in your photos? How many/much? Tell it to everyone, too! ?

5. Write a story about my family, Grade Three.

Write something casually, only three or four hundred words.

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6. The composition "The Story in the Photo" is 400 words

Writing idea: You can write down where this photo was taken, with whom, under what circumstances, what it means, and how you feel when you see this photo now.

Text:

Time flies, we go from strangeness to familiarity, from meeting to parting. Every time I see that photo, I always see his bright smile in my mind; Every time I think of the time I spent with him, my heart is full of joy; Every time I think of the scene when I left him, my heart is full of infinite thoughts about him. Ah! Friend! I have been away from you for a long time. I wonder if you are all right now.

I remember when I was in primary school, we were deskmates, but we didn't know each other because we met for the first time. It was a small move of his that touched me deeply. From then on, we became inseparable friends.

What a coincidence! My mother and his mother were old classmates many years ago. After graduation, both of them went out to work hard and lost contact. But by chance, he and I entered the same primary school, and their old classmates met again.

After a long time, our relationship has become more and more harmonious, and the photos taken have become much more natural. Even a thick photo album can't be put down. The summer vacation after primary school graduation, we made an appointment to climb Huangshan together.

At the beginning, we were all full of energy and ran up like arrows. But when I ran halfway up the mountain, I was so tired and panting that I sat on a mossy stone. He ran up to me and said loudly, "Persistence is victory." Say that finish, then continue to run. Not to be outdone, I stood up again and quickly caught up with him.

In this way, we encouraged and helped each other all the way and finally reached the top of the mountain. I opened my arms and let the cool wind hit my face, and my heart was full of joy and excitement. Suddenly, his crisp voice came again: "Perseverance is the best gift I can give you before I leave." My eyes blurred, but at the same time, my mouth also showed a bright smile.

We all hugged each other tightly and shed affectionate tears. This scene was photographed by two mothers hiding aside. After the photo was developed, I put it on the most conspicuous table with a wooden photo frame made by him personally, so that I will always remember him and the most precious gift he gave me.

That was the last time I saw him. But I firmly believe that I will cherish this photo all my life and protect our friendship.

Time flies, I have left him for more than half a year, but his figure is always in the depths of my mind and can never be erased.

Ah! Friend! I wonder if you are all right now.

7. 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.

Text:

"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.

8. There are 300 words of unforgettable story composition hidden in the photo 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!

9. Unforgettable moment Write a story about family photos in 300 words.

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.

10. Third grade composition topic: "The Story in the Photo" family photo ending.

The story in the photo

Lying in bed is very comfortable. After three days and three nights of ideological struggle in my mother's belly, I was finally born! Although it stinks a little, it is also the crystallization of mom and dad, so you can't blame it. Hee hee.

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1April 199615th;

5: 30 pm: caesarean section; Premature baby;

At seven o'clock in the evening, my mother woke up, hugged me and wept bitterly, rubbing my face desperately, alas! My face is as smooth as snow and tender, and I'm going to cry!

……

Mother first noticed this:

On her chubby belly, she kicked again and again, which made her mother gnash her teeth. My father was in a hurry and sent my mother to the Second Hospital. At that time, the Second Hospital was only more than 200 meters away from my home. My father used to be a foreign candidate and flew out like an arrow. This is nothing strange, but there is my mother, a pregnant woman in labor. This is incredible! Passers-by have cast admiring eyes, and I am quite proud in retrospect at the moment.

When we got to the Second Hospital, the power supply was cut off! It's like a bolt from the blue hitting our home. If I am not born in time, maybe I will be born on the road, maybe I will die halfway! The doctors in the Second Hospital were really boring and kicked my parents out. My mother was at a loss and stood at the gate of the hospital. On the left is the First People's Hospital, and on the right is the Women's Hospital. Where are we going? At this time, my foot kicked to the right, and my mother insisted: "Go to the maternity hospital!" " "

In order to save my unborn and upcoming new life, my father paid a lot of money to go to the maternity hospital on the right. On the operating table, I changed, and I refused to come out, which worried everyone present. They gave me oxytocin and normal saline, but it didn't work at all. Two days later, my mother completely collapsed. Later, my father described my mother as a hen with a weak breath, struggling in the henhouse.

In mid-April, it is still spring, and there is still a chill among the leaves. 1April, 1996/evening of kloc-0/4/at 0: 25, my mother couldn't stand it any longer, and strongly demanded the termination of maternity. The doctor had no choice but to agree. 1April, 1996 15 At 5: 30 pm, a newborn born twenty days premature was born! However, just born, it seems a little smelly and a little fat, but as the saying goes, "the female university has changed eighteen times", and I'm not sure I can become the "second generation of Xi Shi"!

This photo is said to have been taken in the hospital. It is also the only photo I took in the hospital. Although I am still crying, I am still very happy. Young parents, young family. Because of my newborn, everything has become particularly happy!

It's getting hotter and hotter, and the sun appears on the horizon again. Listen! In the distance, there was a clear and tactful birdsong. ...

Postscript: How about it? My birth story is quite amazing. Looking back now, it was really a false alarm! To be honest, when my mother told me this, I couldn't believe it myself! Of course, I am still very grateful to my mother, who has suffered a lot for me; Oh, I forgot, I also want to thank my father, because of him, my mother can give birth to me smoothly. If you also have your unforgettable photography stories, be sure to share them with everyone. The story is not necessarily thrilling, tortuous and touching. Please contact me as soon as it is meaningful. I look forward to your visit!