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A touching story composed of a photo.
The story of a photo
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.
B. Composition photos that moved me (written by others)
Time makes people old, but what is not old is family. No matter where we are, relatives will always be our most solid spiritual pillar and ideal emotional sustenance!
I can trace back to my childhood and recall that touching feeling. At that time, I often went shopping with my grandmother. In order to go to the food market, I have to walk on the sidewalk and cross the road. After work, cars come and go in the street, and the endless stream of people hurried by. Old, grandma's legs look clumsy and can't walk fast. She walked beside me with a vegetable basket and talked about trivial things.
Cross the road and you will find the food market. Grandma suddenly stopped. He held the basket in his arms and extended his right hand to me. ...
Suddenly, my heart trembled. What a familiar gesture. ...
In primary school, you also have to cross a road to get to school. Grandma is worried about my accident and walks me across the street every day before turning back. When crossing the road, he always holds my little hand in his hand, leads me to the other side of the road, and tells me again and again, "Don't cross the road when there is a car coming" and "cross the road with others" ...
I vaguely remember that cold night-in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt a torrent coming in my mind, and my eyes were blurred and pain wrapped around me. At this time, there came an anxious and kind voice: "Does it hurt?" Wandering around me, I slowly opened my eyes and found my mother carrying me to the hospital. The wind and rain made the hot mother walk hard. In this dark night, my mother's pale face, which was wet by rain, looked so awake. I looked at this face and felt very strange. It was completely different from the young face before. Does time really fly as people say? A sudden pain in my heart made me angry. I regret how I could talk to my parents in that hateful tone before. In this painful but not painful mood, I deeply felt my parents' affection-a burning heart.
I learned to ride a bike from my father when I was six years old. At first, my father took my car and I rode it. Half an hour later, my father released the car without my knowledge. I turned to talk to my father, but I didn't see anyone else. I suddenly panicked. I only heard a clang and fell down. My mother, who loves me the most, rushed to help me, but her father stopped her and said, "It's really useless. When she fell, she cried and let her get up by herself. " I looked unhappy, so I quickly got up to help the car and rode it. I want to prove that I have this ability. At the moment I got on it, I remember a smile on my father's lips. ...
Without sunshine, there would be no warm days; Without rain and dew, there would be no bumper harvest; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no ourselves; Without affection, the world would be lonely and dark. I am grateful to them from the bottom of my heart. From the moment I went to middle school, I vowed that I would try my best to be kind to my loved ones in their lifetime. Whenever and wherever, I will treat them as they treat me and let them live a better life in the future-this is my greatest obligation. I know that no matter what I say or do, it is not as good as their love for me. Because that is the most precious thing in one's time.
C. the story composition of the photo
In my hazy memory, grandma will always be a silver thread, which is charming when she smiles. Father said grandma was beautiful when she was young. I believe my aunt is very beautiful. It is said that she is a copy of grandma. I don't have much emotional knowledge about my grandmother. There is only one old photo in my memory, and I can still capture her affectionate figure.
According to my parents, my grandmother is from Beijing. After she married her grandfather, she has been with him and has never left Beijing. Unexpectedly, grandpa died prematurely, leaving grandma alone.
In order to take care of grandma, my father went to Beijing several times and asked grandma to move in. But grandma won't say anything. She can't let go of her home, a place full of feelings and tears.
It was not until I was born that my grandmother reluctantly left home and came to my parents to help my mother take care of the baby. According to my father, at that time, whenever I was free, my grandmother would stare at the north in a daze. My father knows that my grandmother is homesick, the old house that haunts her.
My father has been looking for an opportunity to take her back to my old house, but it backfired. When I was still learning English, my grandmother left this world with endless regrets. Whenever I mention it, my father's heart aches.
I remember talking about my grandmother when I was in the second grade. Father took out a group photo, which was the only souvenir left by grandma.
In this four-inch black-and-white photo, grandma has silver hair and a beige coat, which may be the visual effect of the photo. There is no wrinkle on her white face, and her eyes seem to be smiling. Father said that grandma usually gives people the feeling that she is always smiling.
In the photo, grandma is sitting in front with a baby just born more than 100 days in her arms. My parents said it was me.
"ah! How can it be so ugly? " I exclaimed.
After listening, I carefully studied the doll in the photo. Although as white as grandma, I can hardly find any other advantages. My little eyes are cracked. I don't know. I thought it was closed, but my parents just said it was open. At that time, I quickly looked at myself in the mirror: although my nose is not straight and my eyes are not big, basically my nose is my nose and my eyes are my eyes. Opening is by no means closed.
I turned my face, looked at my mother and pointed to the photo: "Is that me in the photo? Are you kidding? "
Mother was angry and happy: "you child, you were fat at that time!" " Look at that arm, section by section, like a lotus root. In addition to meat on the face, it is meat, and the five senses are crowded. It is good to have a seam. That means grandma raised you well! "
"Is it well raised?" I curled my lips. "Ugly!"
But grandma held my ugly child with a loving face. Then I found a new question: Is the person in the photo sitting or standing? Grandma leans back, dad leans forward, but mom stands straight beside dad, dragging her chair with her hands and not posing. Take a closer look, only I feel the best when taking pictures. You see, although it seems to be sleeping, it is leisurely leaning in grandma's arms, exquisite and very angelic.
I studied the photos carefully, trying to find the answer from the details: how strange! As a father, he should not stand like this. My father is a man who pays great attention to details. He usually works methodically, carefully and never hesitates. Especially your manners and clothes. No matter what material it is, as long as it is worn on dad, it must be clean, lilisuosuo. I have seen many personal photos of my father when he was young. They are all dressed in handsome pens.
Suddenly, I suddenly understood and said to my parents with regret, "The photo studio is so irresponsible. Everyone took pictures before posing. Why don't they ask for a new photo? "
Mom smiled after listening: "I don't blame the photo studio, it's all to make you feel better." At that time, you were very fat, covered with a thick mattress in winter, and very bloated. Your grandmother was small and had short arms. She hugged you and didn't dare to use force, saying that she would hug you. I can't catch it, I'm afraid I'll fall on you! "
When my mother said this, I was deeply moved: I have accepted such a high salary and I still don't know anything! I really found the happiness of "I'm afraid to put it in my mouth and I'm afraid to drop it in my hand". Unfortunately, I was young and didn't know what care was. Suddenly, I envy this ugly child for no reason.
Mom continued to tell the scene at that time, as if it happened right in front of her eyes: "When taking pictures, in order to avoid hugging you, grandma didn't dare to hug you again, but tried to make her arm ring bigger." So that the whole body has become a reclining posture, the back and the chair back are triangular, and the center of gravity is placed on the chair back. In order to keep the chair stable, your father had to press the chair hard with both hands to prevent the stool from falling over, and as a result, various postures appeared in the photo ... "
The story of the photo is over, and my words are over. After seeing grandma's photo, grandma is no longer a title or a symbol. She filled my mind and became beautiful and familiar.
Hope to adopt!
D. The story composition of a photo is 450 words.
[A 450-word photo story composition] On Saturday, when I was idle, I just looked through the photos.
Book, suddenly, a photo on the beach caught my eye.
A photo story with 450 words. I went there when I was eight years old. It looks like two years ago.
This scene reappeared before my eyes.
In the summer vacation of 2005, my father took my mother and me.
Go to the seaside to play together. The sun shines on the warm sea on the beach.
The water kept coming to the shore, and my father and I caught shrimp at the seaside.
And my mother is building an oven with an umbrella. At first, I was a little girl.
I didn't catch any shrimp. Later, I crouched down like my father.
Then quickly reached out and grabbed it, haha, a shrimp, although
Less than three centimeters, but it is also my harvest. Next.
During my visit, I caught many shrimps, and my father also caught a few.
A small fish, ready to roast next!
Roasting shrimp is not an easy task, so
It will be slow to bake, and I will wait patiently.
While fanning and igniting there, I hope to bake it faster, the last one.
Shrimp is freshly baked! I was quick of eye and load, so I took it away at once.
But mom took it away again, ah! I haven't put the seasoning yet. The composition of the fifth grade in primary school is "a 450-word photo story composition". store
Seasoning, have a taste, ah! Delicious, fresh and delicious! what
Yes, I ate a lot again and again, and it is estimated that half of it is me.
Food. Then, we went to the beach to pick up shells, right here.
Then my mother took out her camera, pressed the shutter and took this photo.
Happy memories.
This photo has always been one of my happy diaries.
This article, I will never forget that happy time.
Carving.
E. 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.
F. 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.
G. 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.
H. Composition of a photo that moved me.
When I first saw this photo, my heart was shocked. Looking at these "big eyes" eager to read, I was moved to tears.
This is more than ten years ago, a young photographer went deep into Dabie Mountain to interview "Project Hope". In Jinzhai County, Anhui Province, he met a group of children who trudged 30 miles to study every day, and found a pair of shining eyes among many children. The youngest girl goes to school by winding mountain road every day, and one of them is still on a big reservoir. However, this strong little girl always arrives at school on time every day, whether it is windy or rainy or hot. The reporter was very moved, so he took a very infectious photo of "I want to study" in the children's classroom. Since then, these "big eyes" eager to study have touched countless people who are enthusiastic about "Project Hope".
I. Story composition of photos
The story of a photo
Zhenxing rd primary school
week
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.
J. A photo, 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.
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 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'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.
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