Story composition One photo, 600 words composition.

(1) Write a photo story, 600 words, preferably about graduation photo primary school, other things are ok, within 20 minutes.

God forgive my sensitivity. I think shooting graduation photo is a terrible thing. As soon as the photos were developed, everything seemed to be solved. It's time to "break up" ... so I always avoid this topic carefully. -inscription

How long has it been since I opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From those faded photo albums, a ray of laughter floated out half a year ago, and my eyes stayed on this graduation photo.

The graduation exam is coming soon, and our whole sixth grade is full of tension. There are no active students in the alley. They are all studying hard in the classroom to prepare for this year's graduation exam.

"Students, line up, let's go to the stage to shoot graduation photo!" At this time, the head teacher came into the classroom and told everyone that we thought it would be very exciting, but no one in the class got up and walked away, but they all put down their pens and bowed their heads and meditated. We all know in our hearts that graduation photo symbolizes that our primary school life is coming to an end, and our classmates have gone their separate ways, so there will be little time to meet again in the future. We can no longer read early, attend morning meetings and play games together. The head teacher seemed to see our thoughts and said earnestly, "Students, six years have passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, we have experienced ups and downs, made great progress, and have many good memories. Now you are about to enter the gate of middle school, and you are about to enter the hall of advanced knowledge. Although you are very reluctant, we should not be sad. We should say goodbye to our alma mater happily, and we should keep smiling in graduation photo. After listening to the class teacher's words, we suddenly realized and ran to the stage happily.

On the stage, we see that the sky is particularly blue today and birds are performing. The camera teacher helped us arrange our positions and shouted "one, two, three." "Eggplant!" We shouted in unison. With a click, our smiling faces were fixed on this photo.

Inadvertently turned to this photo, I carefully studied everyone in the photo, and a happy past came to my mind. ...

② The story behind a photo, written in 600 words.

When I open my childhood photo album, I always feel a warm current flowing through my heart. Looking back on my childhood, I always want to grow up quickly, but when I grow up, I feel sorry for my original wish. "If only I were a child forever!" I often think so.

Open the old photo album and you will find how naive, romantic and lively you were when you were a child. Eyes crossed with yellowed photos. For a long time, my eyes gradually stopped and fell on two pictures of crying and laughing, as if time had stopped here. One is a picture of me crying, and the other is a picture of me smiling. There are little-known stories hidden in my head ...

My mother told me that these two photos were taken when I was six months old. A picture of crying is that I am crying alone when the adults are away. If no one hears me, or no one comes to see me, I will keep crying, and then I will keep crying. Mom was scared and thought something had happened to me. I didn't know what happened until later. Dad took a picture when I was crying as a souvenir.

I can't help laughing. It turns out that I still had this kind of thing when I was a child!

Then my mother told me the story behind another photo.

Everyone knows that it is hot in summer, and people will buy watermelons to eat. But I'm the favorite watermelon guy in my family. When I was six months old, my father bought a watermelon, and I clamored for it. In desperation, my father had to cut a piece for me to eat.

I ate with relish. Because I just had teeth, I chewed and chewed slowly, and the juice flowed down my mouth, while slowly enjoying the delicious food on earth. Dad picked up the camera and took this photo.

I have a strange feeling after listening to it? An indescribable feeling. However, I think I am very happy!

③ The story composition in the photo is 500 words.

The story in the photo

A photo, recording 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.

④ The story composition in the photo is 600 words.

The story in the photo

Opening the old photo album at home, I saw the yellow photos.

That's a photo taken by my mother and uncle when they were children. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old, wearing a small cloth jacket with a square collar, a pair of trousers, holding the trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is going to climb the tree. And my uncle, carrying a big bamboo pole more than three meters long, doesn't know what to do. I don't know until I ask my mother that they will know enough shells. In those days, cicada slough was a good Chinese herbal medicine. Every summer vacation, the children of every family will get up early and go to the Woods in the village to find cicada shells with small baskets and long bamboo poles. My brothers and sisters climbed the tree to find the cicada's shell, while my brothers and sisters helped to pass the bamboo pole and pick up the cicada's shell, which was very tacit. Children often start early in the morning with dry food and don't go home until dark. At this time, their small basket is full of cicada shells, while the small basket with cover is full of cicadas that have not yet returned their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried cicada shells every few days and sent them to the pharmacy in the town, so that the tuition fee for one year would be settled. When the harvest is good, the extra money can also buy some school supplies! Cicada, which is not fully hatched in a small basket, is another rare food for people. Every night when cicadas are hatched, children can't wait to wash the tender cicadas, clamoring for adults to put them in the pot and fry them, and then sprinkle some salt to eat delicious. There are even greedy children like cats. On the way to the pharmacy to sell cicadas, they secretly hide a few cicadas, fry them in the oil pan when adults are not paying attention to cooking, and then put them in their mouths to eat them with relish. Do you know what delicious food was for children at that time?

This yellowed black-and-white photo seems to have brought me into my mother's childhood, and let me share that wonderful and happy time with my mother!

⑤ 600 words of old photo story composition.

Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like smoothing the memory in my heart. . .

It's raining in Mao Mao, and I like to look through photo albums and recall the past at this time. I don't feel well, I just think

Just like the past, raindrops float in the memory of the sky, making people relive the ups and downs of the past.

When I opened the photo album, many photos appeared in front of me, each of which was warm because it was over.

Real records. Looking over and over, one of them is particularly memorable. In many photos, perhaps no one can do it.

I find it different. I think it is different because it has a story that I will never forget.

There are three people in the photo. My sister and I are sitting on a stone, and my grandmother is next to me. This photo is in the square tower.

This was taken in the park. My sister looked happy, but I didn't laugh, as if I were thinking a little, while my grandmother looked at me with ecstasy.

Look at us. Why my sister and I have different expressions? This has to start before taking pictures.

On this day, grandma took us to Fangta Park to play. Along the way, there are lush trees, pavilions, rockeries and ponds.

The scenery is beautiful. We are all in good spirits, talking and laughing. Go to a yard and see one.

Small pond, grandma suggested taking a picture, and of course we all raised our hands in favor. Grandma made us sit in front of the rockery.

On two stones, the mouth is still saying, "Come, my sister sits on the big stone and my sister sits on the small stone. Sit tight! " "I

Hearing this, I quickly sat up and put on what I thought was the cutest shape, but my sister on the side was unhappy.

Let us two monks confused. With grandma's patient negotiation, I finally figured out the reason.

It turned out that my sister refused to "feel inferior" and sat on that small stone. Watching me pose, grandma had to keep doing it.

"Ideological work", but my sister is determined not to sit down, which is hard for everyone. Stiff for a while, I have

I'm impatient with writing. "shoot!" I shouted. Grandma looked at me with expectant eyes and said, "Sister wants to sit with you."

That big rock, or ... . ? "I hurriedly sat on a small stone next to me, and my sister was exposed.

Laughed. Grandma boasted, "What a sister! How sensible and humble!" Thinking about milk

I couldn't laugh at what Milk said, but I kept the word "humility" firmly in my heart. With the flash of the flash.

This moment was frozen, and "humility" was also frozen.

Now, my sister and I have grown up, and we will never be unhappy because of small things, but I always remember.

This story, even though I didn't know what real "humility" was, at least I did it.

Point, this is what I have always been proud of.

Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like

Is to smooth the memory in my heart. . .

6 junior high school composition: the story of an old photo (600 words)

I have seen such a photo: there is a girl crying beside her dead mother, and there are many dead people under the ruins next to her. This is the real scene taken by the reporter on August 28th, 1938, when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai Railway Station. After reading this photo, I seem to have traveled through time and space and returned to that day: a mother came to Shanghai Railway Station with her children, ready to go to a distant relative's house to escape. There are many people in the station, some want to escape, some want to join the army ... they all want to reach their destination as soon as possible. However, no one expected that danger was coming. Japanese planes have been buzzing in the air. They were frightened at once, and crying filled the whole station at once. They started running around, but it was too late. It's too late. With a bang, the station suddenly turned into a pile of ruins. Some people were killed, others were buried under the ruins, the air was filled with the smell of burnt bodies and smoke, and there were bloody scenes everywhere. Unfortunately, the little girl's mother also fell in a pool of blood and could only cry "mom, mom!" " "However, no one can help her ... yes, I don't know how many lives have been taken, how many homes have been destroyed, how many people have left their homes, and Yin and Yang are separated. How many people's hearts have been engraved with wounds that cannot be healed. At this moment, I can't help thinking of a song: gently hold your face and dry your tears ... Let's pray together: let the world be peaceful forever and let the beautiful white dove fly freely in the blue sky!

The story composition in the photo is 600 words.

Look! In this photo, a boy is sitting in a hospital chair with a thick bandage on his forehead. The boy in this photo is me.

That was when I was in the fifth grade. That day, I came to school early in the morning. There are only a few students in my class. We were bored, so we played "running and catching". We ran around in the corridor. I ran upstairs and downstairs for a while. At this time, I saw my classmates behind me and was about to catch up and catch me. I ran downstairs at a speed of 100 meters without looking at the road. Just when I turned my eyes to the front, I found a wall in front. I tried to stop, but somehow the brakes suddenly failed. As a result, my forehead was heavily "hugged" on the wall.

At this time, there was a sharp pain in my forehead and I was unconscious. Slowly, my head became more and more painful, and I frowned with pain. Tears swirled in her eyes for a while, and then fell one by one. I touched my head and found my hands were covered with my red blood.

"Huang Lin, Huang Lin, are you all right?" I vaguely heard the shouts of concern and eager footsteps of my classmates. As soon as I saw several classmates coming around, I understood what was going on when I saw this. Two classmates came forward to help me up, put my hand on their shoulders and carefully helped me to the medical room like a wounded man.

In the medicine room, the teacher is helping me stop bleeding. My classmates stood by and looked at me with concern. The teacher said calmly, "Let's all go back to the classroom!" The students listened to the teacher and went back to the classroom. Later, the teacher sent me to the hospital for dressing and stitching. Soon my parents came, and they sat in the chair with me, waiting for the injection. At this time, my father took out his mobile phone and photographed this scene.

Afterwards, after I returned to school, my classmates took the initiative to help me make up lessons and greeted my health at noon. ......

Looking at this photo and recalling these things, I can't help feeling the value of friendship. Friendship is a bright light in the dark; Friendship is the shadow of summer; Friendship is a beam of sunshine in winter. ......

⑧ The story composition of a photo is 400 words.

I have taken countless photos since I was a child, and the most unforgettable one is this photo taken during my trip to Huangshan Mountain.

On the first day of this year-the first day of New Year's Day, my family traveled to Huangshan, where the scenery was beautiful.

After a day's travel, we were all very tired and fell asleep soon. But the next day, my brother and I woke up early. We went to the window and opened the curtains. We were immediately shocked by what we saw. The world outside the window has turned white. We were both very excited. We woke everyone up and dragged them to climb the mountain.

We walked slowly in the mountains, just before dawn. It's very quiet in this hazy Zhongshan, and you can only see a piece of whiteness along the way. After a while, the sun came out of the mountains. When the rising sun shed the first ray of sunshine, I suddenly found: rime! Under the sunshine, this crystal clear rime sparkles and is beautiful. Everyone was attracted by the beautiful figure of Snow Girl who arrived overnight. Look! She left a beautiful figure in pavilions, cedars, open spaces and lakes. Hey! Look! How wonderful the icicles on this pavilion are! There are long and short, uneven, different in thickness and shape. Everyone walks, watches and chats, lingering back and forth, relaxed and happy. Dad held the camera and pressed the shutter desperately, and grandpa also held the camera, not wanting to miss a beautiful scene. I quickly found a beautiful little tree, stood in front of it and asked my father to come and take pictures of me. I snapped this photo. A little girl in a red down jacket is standing in front of a tree and smiling at you!

This trip to Huangshan gave me an unexpected surprise, and I will keep this trip in mind.

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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 my face just like 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 a vast white field, and there was no one there. This is really a good battlefield. 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!