Write a story composition with a photo.

1. Write a composition with the story in the photo.

1On August 28th, 937, it was dark and the sun was covered by layers of dark clouds. However, Shanghai South Railway Station is still bustling, and people who are going to leave by train don't realize that a small group of fully armed Japanese soldiers are approaching the gate of the railway station. With submachine guns in their hands and bullet bags hanging around their waists, they quickly scanned the busy people around them with wolf-like eyes.

Suddenly, a commander-like man raised his submachine gun and shot at the noisy crowd. Several young people at the ticket gate were frightened by this sudden attack and immediately fell into a pool of blood. Those children who sit in front of the podium and have a rest and play, some of them are timid and have long been scared to cry; There are also some courageous people who fled in all directions. The whole railway station is shrouded in fear, and there is a murderous look in the air.

With the buzzing sound, several bow-tie fighters of different colors and shapes flew here. I saw them hovering over the railway station like fierce eagles, dropping several bombs and then flying away. Bombs fell into the south station like lightning, and the bustling south station an hour ago instantly turned into ruins.

A series of immature cries came from the ruins of the South Railway Station, and I saw a little boy sitting on the blood-spattered ground crying helplessly. He is in rags, his thin body supports his huge head, and he is obviously a poor child with malnutrition. He is a poor child and the luckiest one at the same time. When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, the young parents put the sleeping child under their bodies and provided him with a refuge with their lives. A few minutes later, a steel plate fell right on the couple. ...

When the child woke up, he could no longer find his parents among the unrecognizable bodies around him. The child may have realized that the person who loves him most has left him, and he doesn't know what else to do except cry. Ah! This is a baby about 1 year old. He was covered in blood, some wounds were covered with soot, and some wounds had suppurated. No wonder he cried so hard. When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, his parents pinned him down and provided him with shelter with their lives. How lucky he is, he is the only one who miraculously survived the explosion. Two days later, the unconscious child was rescued by the search and rescue team of the Soviet Embassy in China, and his parents were crushed to death.

At that time, the search and rescue captain told reporters: "In this case, there are really not many people who can be rescued in China." Now, the child is 70 years old and lives in Russia. The Japanese bombing of Shanghai South Railway Station left an indelible shadow on him. Here, I want to appeal to the world: "Save children, push the war into the abyss and bring peace with us."

2. 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.

Everyone has many photos, and there may be a touching story behind each photo. Write an essay on "A photo of Zhang Zhengui".

Tomb-Sweeping Day that day, I saw that photo of Lao Huang in the study again. This photo is not put in an album like other photos, but framed with a photo frame. In the photo, I have never seen my grandmother, which is my only impression of her.

It can be seen from mom and dad's words and deeds on weekdays that mom and dad cherish this photo very much. Seeing that this photo is so precious to my parents, I curiously asked my parents about my grandmother's story. From that day on, I knew that my grandmother was so great.

According to my father, my grandfather died when my grandmother was fifty, when my father was thirteen. As a result, all the burdens at home fell on grandma's shoulders. In order to support four children, that is, father, uncle, elder sister-in-law, and eldest sister-in-law, grandma goes to school to cultivate seedlings ... Every morning, grandma goes out to work under the starlight, comes back late at night and doesn't eat on time. If there are no stars and moons at night, grandma will use firewood for lighting. How difficult it should be! However, in order to let the children eat and go to school, grandma is willing to work day and night. In order to earn more money, grandma has to raise pigs, cows, chickens, ducks and vegetables when she goes home. Because of overwork, I sometimes fall asleep standing in the field with a hoe; Even when eating, I fell asleep while eating. But grandma had to continue to be tired in order to provide education for her four children. Grandma knows that only by letting children read good books and have a good future can they improve their lives, and children will not work as hard as her. With this idea, grandma is more diligent. All the money from selling pigs, eggs and duck eggs is for four children to study. All the delicious food was given to the children, but grandma herself couldn't dress well, eat well and sleep well. Even the nutrition that my elder sister-in-law gave her and her own peaches and oranges are reluctant to eat, and they are all sold for money. After many years, all the children had jobs, but when she wanted to enjoy the rest of her life, her body collapsed and she could never see any working children again.

After listening to my father's words, I suddenly felt that my grandmother's image became higher and clearer. Without her, my father may still be in his hometown, I may still be suffering, and I am not as happy as this family today. At this moment, I really understand why this photo is so precious, not because of the wealth that grandma's hard work has brought to this family, but because this photo symbolizes grandma's spirit of working hard, not afraid of difficulties, and trying her best to let her children study.

Longhui County Dongfanghong Primary School Grade 61Class 85 Zheng Xinwei

Tomb-Sweeping Day that day, I saw that photo of Lao Huang in the study again. This photo is not put in an album like other photos, but framed with a photo frame. In the photo, I have never seen my grandmother, which is my only impression of her.

It can be seen from mom and dad's words and deeds on weekdays that mom and dad cherish this photo very much. Seeing that this photo is so precious to my parents, I curiously asked my parents about my grandmother's story. From that day on, I knew that my grandmother was so great.

According to my father, my grandfather died when my grandmother was fifty, when my father was thirteen. As a result, all the burdens at home fell on grandma's shoulders. In order to support four children, that is, father, uncle, elder sister-in-law, and eldest sister-in-law, grandma goes to school to cultivate seedlings ... Every morning, grandma goes out to work under the starlight, comes back late at night and doesn't eat on time. If there are no stars and moons at night, grandma will use firewood for lighting. How difficult it should be! However, in order to let the children eat and go to school, grandma is willing to work day and night. In order to earn more money, grandma has to raise pigs, cows, chickens, ducks and vegetables when she goes home. Because of overwork, I sometimes fall asleep standing in the field with a hoe; Even when eating, I fell asleep while eating. But grandma had to continue to be tired in order to provide education for her four children. Grandma knows that only by letting children read good books and have a good future can they improve their lives, and children will not work as hard as her. With this idea, grandma is more diligent. All the money from selling pigs, eggs and duck eggs is for four children to study. All the delicious food was given to the children, but grandma herself couldn't dress well, eat well and sleep well. Even the nutrition that my elder sister-in-law gave her and her own peaches and oranges are reluctant to eat, and they are all sold for money. After many years, all the children had jobs, but when she wanted to enjoy the rest of her life, her body collapsed and she could never see any working children again.

After listening to my father's words, I suddenly felt that my grandmother's image became higher and clearer. Without her, my father may still be in his hometown, I may still be suffering, and I am not as happy as this family today. At this moment, I really understand why this photo is so precious, not because of the wealth that grandma's hard work has brought to this family, but because this photo symbolizes grandma's spirit of working hard, not afraid of difficulties, and trying her best to let her children study.

4. How to write a story composition in a photo in 500 words?

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!

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.

6. Write a 300-word composition with a photo as my memory.

Memories of old photos

As time goes by, many stories are forgotten, but time always leaves traces of growth. Maybe an old photo will remind you of a long time ago ...

Today, I found an old photo of a child sitting on the ground eating a cake. I felt very strange, so I asked my mother, "Who is that child sitting on the ground?" Mom said, "Isn't that you?" I was surprised and said, "How is that possible? How can I sit on the ground and eat cake alone? " "Don't you remember, didn't you see the date in the photo?" "Oh, it's Women's Day. But why do you still eat cake? " My mother seemed to read my mind and said, "That was when you went to kindergarten. March 8th is Women's Day. Teachers organize parents and children to go for an outing. Later, I learned that it happened to be Shen Chubing's birthday, so the teacher suggested that Women's Day be celebrated with her birthday. We also played many games, sang birthday songs, spread newspapers on the floor and sat on the floor eating cakes. Mom thought it was very interesting, so she took out her camera and clicked it, and this photo was born. " After listening to my mother's story, I suddenly felt that an ordinary-looking photo recorded such a beautiful story.

I will cherish these photos in the future, whether they are sad or sweet. Because each one carries many precious memories of growing up.

7. 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.

8. How to write an impressive composition with a photo? ! !

After choosing a photo, first describe the characters in the photo, then describe the background of the photo, and finally describe the story, interspersed with your own feelings and ideas, focusing on describing the movements, language expressions and environmental characteristics of the characters.

9. Story composition of photos

The story of a photo

Zhenxing rd primary school

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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 it hurt. 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.

10. A photo and a story composition

The story of old photos

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have 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. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up?

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.

The story of old photos

When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of me. 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?"

The story of the photo

I think "photo album" is familiar to everyone? 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 one that impressed me most was 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's a beautiful spring morning. I got up early, and my stomach hurt a little when I got up. My mother asked me to wash. After a while, I came out of the bathroom and saw the food on the table and lost my appetite. 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 old photos

In my photo album, 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.