Look at photos, tell stories and write things.

⑴ The school requires writing a composition: find photos and tell stories-"tell the story behind photos".

You can say transportation, for example, Grandpa is an old bike, Dad is a bus, and he is a car.

(2) Please write a composition: Look for photos and tell stories-"Tell the story behind photos".

Tell the story behind the photo

My hometown is in Babao Village, Jiubao Town. During the holiday, I took my camera and notebook and walked on a familiar road.

Chasing home

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Footprints over the years.

Grandpa: The hardships in the vicissitudes of time.

"At that time, farmers depended on the weather to eat. After a year of hard work, they would encounter typhoons, droughts, floods, mudslides and damn pests.

And weeds.

Crops rely on manpower to fight disasters,

But it is difficult for manpower to overcome disasters.

Therefore, although rice is harvested twice a year,

But one day in a year, Huang Qing doesn't pick up, and three meals a day are just sweet potato porridge or porridge.

I remember that a bowl of rice was actually full of sweet potatoes at that time, and only some rice floated in the bowl. Alas, facing the loess and facing the sky every year.

'

Work hard,

This family is still poor,

You can't even build a wooden tile house.

A family can only live in a small room,

if

Fortunately, it didn't rain. If it is, it will tick in the hut.

"

Grandpa calmly recalled the hardships of those years.

Grandpa is like a book that has gone through many vicissitudes, and every wrinkle is a heavy page.

Dad: Food and clothing in cigarettes.

When I asked my father about his life as a teenager, he paused for a moment and then talked like a cup of tea.

"At that time at home.

Although the surface is covered with wooden tile houses,

But living in poverty,

The life of the two brothers and sisters can only be barely maintained.

Your aunt and I

Similarly,

Walking on the long and rugged road from school every day.

Go out as soon as you get home,

I became a shepherd boy with a whip,

Silence in the grass

Watching the old cow graze peacefully,

From time to time, pat off the dust with rough hands.

Until dusk,

I just lead the cow slowly.

Go home leisurely.

At that time, the most common and urgent thing to see was the kitchen smoke on the roofs of thousands of households-sweet and warm fragrance.

In the sunset

In Bo Li Lan, hundreds of wisps of smoke from the kitchen are a long food call to farmers, old people carrying dung baskets and shepherd boys in the fields.

Walking on the path accompanied by kitchen smoke, I feel even more inexplicable excitement. When I got home, I only ate dried pickles and soybean milk. Although food

Tired, I still want to eat, I want to eat. Eating a bowl of paella once in a while can make you excited for several days.

"

"Is there no meat?" I interrupted my father.

"Yes, during the Spring Festival. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? At that time, the greatest happiness of the whole family was the holidays. Because your grandmother can finally

Cook a delicious meal.

At that time, I often thought,

If only it were like this every day!

Until I was in high school,

The food is only gradually.

Enrich. Now I can finally do this every day.

"There is no TV, no cell phone.

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In the 1980 s, the wisps of smoke rising from the kitchen stove were my precious memories at that time.

Recall.

"Dad said, and took a sip of tea.

Dad is like an endless cup of tea.

,

One euro in hand

,

Presumably its meaning is also long.

.

Me, a happy and warm life

My present life, living in the city, leads a carefree life every day. evenings

Sleeping alone in a comfortable big bed,

Very comfortable,

You don't have to herd cattle in the morning,

You don't have to farm alone,

still

You can watch TV and play mobile phone, which is much more convenient! Dad can only eat dried pickles and soybean milk, and occasionally only eat a bowl of beef.

Rice;

Grandpa couldn't even eat a meal several times.

Only hungry;

But what about me? You can eat it for a few days if you want,

Don't be hungry.

Stomach.

Thinking about reading by yourself,

Some people are very reluctant to study,

Grandpa,

You can't even read it if you want to!

Grandpa's cultural level is only

There are primary schools,

That's because I had no money when I was a child.

Illiteracy,

But when you get old,

His calligraphy is very fluent now.

Bright,

Read only to primary school,

You can write such beautiful calligraphy.

Dad can read,

But at that time, I could only walk around like this by myself.

Before you can walk to school, it will take several hours to climb mountains and mountains. As for me, I can ask my parents to send me to school!

I really want to cherish this wonderful time!

!

! Can't waste!

(3) Tell stories and talk about feelings (seeking stories around you)

In winter, it is ice and snow, and everything is cold and white. If there is a beam of sunshine, it will be very warm. Friendship is like precious sunshine!

In my memory, there is a girl who goes to school with me every day, goes home together and has a painting class together. There was a break, everyone went for a walk, and I was the only one in my seat, clutching my stomach and secretly crying out for pain. At this moment, she came. It turned out that she came in to drink water. Seeing me like this, she took out my bottle, filled it with some hot water and handed it to me: "Put it on my stomach, and it won't hurt for a while." I did as she said, and the pain will go away soon. I think that bottle of water not only warms my stomach, but also warms my heart. From that day on, I felt it was really a happy thing to have friends.

Another girl and I became good friends. Once, I ate in the canteen. There are only two of us in the whole hall, and the reason for knowing each other is very simple. Just because you can't swipe your card, it's useless to rub it on the card swiping machine for a long time. At this moment, she came over and told me how to swipe my card quickly and effectively. Because he is facing the sun, he is particularly dazzling. So, let me have an illusion-she must be a happy and kind angel to help kind people. From this day on, every time we eat together and go to school together, we become inseparable friends who talk about everything. It was also this day that made me realize that having friends is really a happy thing.

A friend is the sunshine when it is cold; When thirsty, it is green tea; It's cool when it's hot; It is an encouragement to failure; Is the joy of success; Guide when you encounter difficulties ... and so on, a close friend will make you happy all your life, and a friend in need will make you warm all your life.

Seek sincere friends!

(4) the composition of the story-telling competition. 350 words,

Wonderful story-telling competition

Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, the long-awaited story-telling competition of the students finally kicked off. We were ecstatic one by one, like birds out of the cage, and lined up in an orderly way to the lecture hall of Grade One.

As soon as I entered the lecture hall, I was greeted by the microphone in the center of the stage, and then the light sparkled. There are two big screens on both sides of the stage, projecting some beautiful patterns, which seem to cheer for the players! There are players' seats in the first row, only to see some players mumbling something; Some players look like they are sure to win, rubbing their hands; Some players are as cool as a cucumber, closing their eyes in their seats, and some players are holding a speech in one hand and gesticulating in the other, for fear that they will suddenly forget the words as soon as they come on stage. I saw Lu Keming, a small player in our class, who was neither arrogant nor impetuous, talking with the small players on the edge. I was relieved by Lu Keming's performance. The students couldn't hold back their excitement any longer, and chattered like sparrows about who would win the championship. I can't help but close my eyes and put my hands together, and I can't help praying for the players in our class.

The competition began, and the host walked onto the stage with a big smile and announced that "the 15th storytelling competition begins now". Time flies like an arrow. In a blink of an eye, all the contestants of 1~2 have finished their speeches. "Now, please invite contestant No.3 Lu Keming to speak on the stage." As soon as the host's words fell, I couldn't help straightening up and stretching my head forward desperately. I was also nervous. Ke-ming lu strode onto the stage with a confident face. The story told by Lu Keming is vivid in my mind. When she talked about the big lion going to that famous barber shop, she couldn't help but give her thumbs up. She pursed her mouth and frowned when she talked about the big lion blaming the little lion for touching her hair. That expression and action are like a wronged little lion. When it comes to * * *, Ke-ming lu's voice is very loud. When it comes to what the little lion said, Ke-ming lu's voice is very naughty. I couldn't help but be fascinated when I listened, as if I had crossed into a fairy tale world. Students also listened with relish, as if they were there. Even the judges can't help nodding. Finally, the judges gave high marks to 62.

In a blink of an eye, contestants No.4 ~ No.7 finished their speeches, and Lu Keming's performance was far ahead. Then contestant No.8 printed books frequently, and she brought "The Weasel pays New Year greetings to the chicken", which is very similar to the way she imitated the weasel. When the weasel rummaged through the Thirty-six Measures for Catching Sheep, she bent down and rummaged through it in a hurry. I saw a serious hen, but just like that, I can't help worrying about Lu Keming. Will Yin's wonderful performance surpass Lu Keming's score? My heart was in my throat and I was fidgeting in my seat. I can only expect Yin's score. As expected, Yin Shuqin narrowly beat Lu Keming by a few points. Only a little bit, the champion passed us by, and the lost mood made me have no mind to watch the speech of contestant No.9.

The story-telling contest is finally over. Let's give the contestants a thumbs up. After all, they are "three minutes on stage and ten years off stage"!

5] Dad told me a story and wrote 350 words.

I like listening to stories. There are many strange things in it. Those beautiful and magical stories always bring me a lot of beautiful imagination. When I was a child, my mother always told me many fairy tales before going to bed, which made me full of yearning every night. Now I like to listen to idiom stories, which are interesting and philosophical and can make me understand a truth. Especially in class, I show myself for 2 minutes every day, and the students tell fables, which fascinates me.

On weekends, I decided to tell stories to my parents at home so that I could tell them to my classmates. On this day, after dinner, I walked up to my parents and said, "Hey hey, everybody sit tight. Let me tell you a story. " Dad doesn't believe that I can tell a story: "Go, go and study." Mom also said: "Asia, stop playing, do your homework and tell stories before going to bed." I looked at them discontentedly: "You don't respect me at all." Seeing that I was anxious and serious, my mother quickly turned off the TV and stood side by side with my father, watching me sit on the sofa in confusion. "I want you to give me advice. I am preparing for a wonderful 2 minutes. " Mom and dad nodded, looked at me seriously and began to listen to my story.

I stood in front of the sofa and introduced loudly: "Today, my story is called" A Castle in the Air ". Once upon a time, there was a man who was called a stupid rich man. One day … "It was quite simple to watch my classmates tell stories on the podium, but I found it was not like this when I told them myself. I finally, uh-huh, uh-huh (slowly) finished. "everyone laughs at stupid rich people ... my story is over, please comment on it."

My mother gave me 9.9, and my father gave me 9.7. "Dad, why is your score low? Tell me. " Dad said to me, "Think about it. When telling stories, I always look around, but I don't look at my parents. Is that telling us a story? " I can't feel it talking to us at all. Also, telling stories is not memorizing texts. Storytelling is about suspense. You have to create suspense through your confident expression, and it will be vivid and charming when you are integrated into your feelings. You see, you are panting for a while, and others are not in the mood to listen for a while. "Dad said I just uncomfortable all the things. I humbly accepted my father's instruction and asked him to analyze the key points for me. Then I muttered to them for a while. I told them again after I was fully prepared. This time, my picky dad also gave me a high score of 9.9. I am very happy. I still have to think about it and wait to tell my classmates. I also said to my mother, "in the future, you should not only give me praise, but also give me advice." Mom smiled and agreed.

I am very happy that I can tell a story vividly. I find that sometimes criticism makes me feel more valued and happy than praise. I like this beautiful day.

[6] Tell a story in the second grade composition.

Mother told me a story.

Before, I was curious about the past. So my mother often tells me about her childhood.

There are many mountains in my mother's hometown. My mother said that in the past, my family was so poor that I couldn't afford to go to school. There are not many students in my village. In addition, at that time, parents were so feudal that it didn't matter whether girls could study or not. Although my grandfather also had some feudal ideas, he studied and knew the importance of going to school for a child. My mother graduated from primary school. My mother had to drop out of school because she was too poor at that time. I remember when my mother was in primary school, once, the teacher taught her classmates to look up a dictionary and asked everyone to buy one. My mother went home and told my grandparents that there was nothing they could do. My mother is very sad. Later, she thought that my grandfather was in a big city and he would be able to do it, so she wrote to him. My grandfather bought it for her and sent it to my hometown. My mother is very satisfied with this new dictionary. That dictionary has been used by her, her brother and her aunt ... until now, that dictionary is still kept in my grandfather's house. Ask my grandmother about it every time I go. Although the paper has turned yellow, it is still intact.

Mom said that at that time, there was nothing to eat and no new clothes to wear. Every household is only willing to eat jiaozi during the Chinese New Year, and it is very rare to eat an egg. My uncle lives on campus and only eats humble meals cooked by my grandmother. He only wears two clothes, and only wears clothes that look better and are newer at that time during the Spring Festival.

At that time, several people in the family lived in those two earthen houses. If there are guests at home, grandma will let mom or uncle sleep at grandma's house. At that time, the traffic was inconvenient, and there were many mountains. I hardly traveled far because the mountain road was not easy to walk.

I didn't realize the taste of remembering bitter thoughts until now.

Society is changing all the time, and grandpa's village is no exception. Although the name hasn't changed, it's actually small but big. Now the children there have a good learning environment-a big and comfortable campus, so they don't have to worry about buying stationery. Now every household there is running towards a well-off life. * * * Free of tuition, miscellaneous fees and even books. Standing at the entrance of the village, you can see the neat two-story buildings on both sides of the broad asphalt road, and even some difficult villagers have moved into new brick houses.

(7) Writing that begins with telling a story.

"Time is passing, and I know that my life was flowing at that time.

"As time goes on, we become more and more mature and smart. Everything in life is a process of our growth. To taste what we have lost and what we are losing is to taste our life. The story that happened around us is the story of growing up in our life, and our life is full of sunshine for improvement.

The story of growing up is like the stars all over the sky, some of which flow far away like the Yellow River water, but the other part is deeply imprinted in my mind.

Open the door of memory and recall that event.

/kloc-an autumn when I was 0/3 years old. One day, I got up early because today is my birthday! After breakfast, I went to school. On the way to school, someone who knows me saw it and asked, "Why are you so happy today? Have you ever eaten pistachios? " I replied: "No, it's just that the weather is good today and I am naturally in a good mood!" " "When I got to school, I happily finished my morning reading. When class was over, all the students came to me and said, "Happy birthday!" " "How happy I am! They even gave me a gift! One day passed in my happy mood. When I got home, I accidentally saw a cake on the table. Before I could ask, grandma said, "Look, your father bought you a birthday cake specially." So excited! Dad even prepared a cake for me. In the evening, my family got together and held a birthday party for me. The cake with candles was placed on the table, and the faint candlelight made me see the wisps of silver on my parents' heads. My parents are old, and how much effort they have made for me. I used to be headstrong, but now I finally understand my parents' love. From now on, I will never make my parents angry. "Tingting, it's time to make a wish." My mother's words brought me back to reality. I made a wish with tears in my eyes. I won't tell you this wish for the time being. Keep a secret! After that, I blew out the candles and began to cut the cake. How time flies! The clock has pointed to 10. We must clear the table. After clearing the table, I went to bed reluctantly.

Everything goes wrong in life, and the auspicious words of "all the best" and "smooth sailing" cannot be realized, but people's symbols of a better life. Life is not smooth sailing, and people who can't stand the test can't reach the end of success.

With the growth of age and height, troubles come unexpectedly. They banded together to disrupt our lives.

We are middle school students now, the subjects are increasing with the need of knowledge, and the homework is busy coming to join in the fun. The homework we need to do is like an invisible mountain, especially when the exam comes, we all work hard for fear of being left behind by others. The next day, I went to school with black eyes. The whole class will become a rare animal museum, and all my classmates will become national treasures. Alas, when can the homework be reduced? I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to it

Life is full of sunshine, full of flavor like a five-flavor bottle, and full of hardships and tempering. Let's go forward with colorful life stories and finish the journey of life.

(8) the composition of the scene where you tell a story to others.

As the saying goes, "smile, you are ten years old, you are worried, and you are bald." In life, as long as you smile more, you can live a long and healthy life. Laughter is like seasoning, full of ups and downs; Laugh, like a magician, let you experience the happiness of life with laughter; Laughter, like a beautiful flower, blooms on your face ... When it comes to "laughter", we should start with an interesting activity.

"Ha ha ha ....." There were bursts of laughter in the classroom. If you heard it, you could not help but follow it into the classroom. At the beginning of the activity, the teacher asked us to talk about the vocabulary of "laughter", and everyone in the class spoke clearly. Look, the blackboard is almost an ocean of laughter.

After the word "laugh" is finished, it is time for the students to show themselves. Choose four boys and m-girls to form a group and perform Laughter on stage. Maybe some students are shy, because it is the first time to perform on stage. Therefore, no one dares to "laugh" first.

As a result, graceful Lu Meilan performed first. She put her hand on her stomach, leaned forward, smiled, and then burst out laughing. Look at her laughing so hard, maybe she had an interesting dream last night! I dreamed of coming home from school, but unexpectedly found a lovely Sha Pigou at home. Because she was so absorbed in the dog that she didn't notice the threshold, she fell down. Look at her funny way. I also smiled inexplicably.

Then, the little "Song Dandan" in our class-Kou came on stage. Wan Yun's face lit up as soon as she appeared on the stage, which made everyone laugh. In a short time, she held out her hand and pointed to Meilan, narrowing her eyes, with a "hum" sound in her nose and a sarcastic look in her eyes. Suddenly, her classmates cast envious eyes on Song Dandan Jr. Needless to say, she performed the mockery perfectly. For a while, Kou became the focus of students' attention. Followed by applause from the students.

It's time for boys to perform Four boys may be surprised to see our girls' wonderful performance! On the stage, everyone blushed like a monkey. With the encouragement of the teacher, chubby little Zhao Benshan was born among the boys! After taking the stage, he did warm-up exercises. He kicked his feet, shrugged his shoulders and twisted his waist ... these funny actions made everyone laugh. "I perform the art of' Laugh often, laugh anyway'." He said happily. As he spoke, he lifted his head back, stared at the ceiling, put his hands on his waist, and laughed without scruple. There was only a bang, and he lay on the ground, which really answered his words. This is little "Zhao Benshan"-Lin. Then the performance of several boys is laughing, covering their mouths and beaming. Although it was not very exciting, it was too exaggerated and attracted the laughter of the students.

At the end of the performance, everyone agreed that Song Dandan Jr. was Kou and Benshan was Lin. Their wonderful performance not only won warm applause from the students, but also made us realize that "this smile should only exist in the sky, and there can be several smiles on the earth."

It can really be said that "a smile can solve a thousand worries." Your laughter can bring you happiness and make you live a long and healthy life. May everyone have the brightest smile on his face every day.

(9) Listen to old-timers telling stories and write 800 words.

Hello!

Bathed in the spring sunshine and smelling the intoxicating tea fragrance, we and more than forty young journalists came to Panjia Tea Farm of Yanghu Xinyue Tea Co., Ltd.

As soon as he entered the tea garden, Grandpa Gao greeted us warmly and told us stories. We ran around grandpa, eager to hear the story.

He said. "There is a place called Chashan in Changzhou, but there is neither tea nor mountain." No sooner had he finished than I was pleasantly surprised. He added: "In ancient times, our tea was given to the government, but because of the long distance, the pavilion here became a resting place, and the tea was temporarily placed here. Over time, it was named Chashan. " After listening to it, if I realize something, I can't help feeling: "Now progress is really fast. Tea is not a luxury, but it has become a necessity for the public. "

Then, he pointed to the tea garden behind him and said, "These are precious white teas." We are looking forward to it, and I think: how can such a large piece of white tea be rare? I continue to listen to grandpa with this question. He said: "The original white tea is about to be lost. Finally, two surviving white teas were found in a place in Anji, Zhejiang, and one was transplanted here. After years of hard work, many white teas have finally been cultivated. " He paused and said, "There is another reason. White tea, as its name implies, is white and rarely seen in general areas. Why is brown white? This is because people pick the tender leaves with white hairs on the back of the leaves, do not stir-fry or knead them when processing, and dry them in the sun or with slow fire, so that the white hairs remain intact in the appearance of tea, and the soup is yellow-green, clear, which is why it is white. However, green tea, its dry tea color, brewed tea soup and leaf bottom are mainly green, so it is very rare. " In addition, Grandpa Gao told us a lot about the origin of the name of Chashan and the history of the tea farm.

As the saying goes: one side of the soil and water raises one side. It turns out that this place is still barren, and crops can't be planted at all, but Grandpa Gao respects mountains and helps White Tea settle down. After years of hard work and sweat, this vibrant tea garden is today!

I hope it helps you!