The story in the photo is written in 500 words.

Lead: In daily study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to writing to some extent. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is a story composition of 500 words (selected 14) in the photos I collected for you. I hope it will help you.

The story composition in the photo is 500 words 1. On my desk, there is a photo of our family of three. In the photo, we are wearing diving suits, standing proudly in the blue sea, smiling brightly! As soon as I saw this photo, my heart was filled with happiness and memories of good times.

I was nine years old that year, and my father's unit organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane and came to Hainan Island. Living in a hotel, I stayed up all night excitedly, planning my travel plan for tomorrow.

I got up early the next day. When the tour guide announced that we were going to dive under the sea today, I was even more excited to run around like a rabbit.

When we arrived at the diving field, the coach told us the essentials of diving and took us down to the sea. My heart is like fifteen fights. When the coach asked me, "Are you afraid, little friend?" I stubbornly said, "Who said I was afraid?" After that, he deliberately straightened his chest, quickly put on his diving suit and strode to the sea. Standing in the sea, the cool water gently stroked my leg, and a breeze with the smell of seawater blew. I open my arms and enjoy the embrace of the sea. Just then, the coach said to me, "Are you ready?" "ok!" I made a clever gesture and then jumped into the sea. After a while, many colorful fish appeared in front of my eyes. They swam around me as if they were treating me as a strange tourist. I couldn't help reaching out to greet them, but they didn't give me any face and left one by one. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. What a beautiful soft coral! These corals of different colors dazzled me and surprised me secretly. ...

When we surfaced, the photographer left us this precious photo.

When the photo was developed, I put it in a photo frame and kept it until now.

I found an old photo album in the cupboard in the storage room. When I opened it, I saw some old photos that I had never seen before. When I showed it to my mother, she was very excited and said that she thought she lost it when she moved, but she didn't expect to keep it. I watched it with my mother.

There is a family photo of the three of us. At that time, my parents were so thin that I could hardly recognize them. I'm even more miserable. My dad took it off! Mom said I was about one year old at that time. Because of lack of nutrition, I am much younger than my peers and in poor health. I often cry all night. My parents didn't have a good rest at all. They have to go to work during the day. It's too difficult! My family was poor at that time. After I was born, three people have been living in the dormitory of my father's unit. Mom and dad's monthly salary adds up to 37. 2 yuan money, but also give more than half to grandma for uncle to go to school and grandpa to see a doctor! Therefore, we have to eat with the door inserted, because we don't eat well and are afraid that others will see jokes! But I worked hard at that time, because it was glorious to have a job at that time. My mother looked at the photo in a daze, as if remembering-and my eyes turned red quietly, because these mothers had never said anything before. Later, my parents were assigned to public houses. Although most of their monthly wages were deducted from the room fee, they were still very happy because we had a home that really belonged to us. But just when we were happiest, my father had an accident on duty and was admitted to the hospital. He may never stand up again. My mother takes care of my father every day, and I lived in my grandmother's house when I was still in primary school. It never rains but it pours. At that time, the whole country was downsizing, and my mother was included in the list because she always took time off to take care of her father. The family has completely lost its financial resources. Later, the aunt on the street came to do ideological work for her mother and let her take part in the laid-off and reemployment. My mother, who has been working, found it unacceptable and refused. But when my father's medical expenses came down again, my mother decided to put down her face and go out to work! So he opened a restaurant in partnership with several sisters. Now she has her own restaurant. Dad has fully recovered. Our family moved from a bungalow to a building, and I also went to graduate school.

Dad came to join in the fun, winked at me and said, is your mother thinking hard again? I immediately said mischievously, yes, I didn't know it until today. When I was a child, you made me hungry. Three people happy to laugh! Look at the new family photo on TV, which was taken with a newly bought digital camera a few days ago! Living conditions are good, we are all fat, but mom and dad are clamoring to lose weight! In 2008, our family will go to Beijing to participate in the Olympic Games. Maybe it's mom and dad's faith that makes our family happy today, but mom says it's a good national policy. I think there must be many simple happy families like us!

The story in the photo is written in 500 words. In my big photo album, I cherish a photo of my whole family.

The background of the photo is a farm yard, which is covered with golden corn cobs, showing the joy of autumn harvest.

There are eleven main characters in the photo, arranged in four rows. The two kind old people sitting in the front row are my grandparents. There are three children standing in the second row, with my cousin and cousin on the left and right. The one with the brightest smile in the middle, needless to say, you can guess, is my lovely one! Standing behind the three of us is our beautiful and amiable mother. The three men standing in the fourth row corresponding to us are our handsome and loving fathers. You see, we can feel that we are happy from everyone's expressions!

Do you want to know the origin of this family photo? Let me tell you something.

On October 2nd, 65438/KLOC-0, our family drove back to their hometown, Xiaomazhuang Village, Yangzhuang Township, Wugang City, to attend the wedding of one of my uncles. How many people came to the wedding! Everyone laughs like a blooming flower! In the process of adults drinking water, my brothers and I found several mineral water bottles, filled them with water, then pierced a small hole in the bottle cap and gently squeezed the bottles with our hands. The water flowing out of the small hole is like a fountain, which is beautiful and fun. In this way, we chased each other, you sprayed me, I sprayed you, attracting many onlookers. They looked at us with envious eyes and couldn't help clapping or laughing. Everyone was very happy. During the period, adults chatted while drinking. From their hearty laughter from time to time, we can hear that they speak as fast as they drink. In order to make this happiness and happiness last forever, we asked someone to take this family photo.

How's it going? After listening to the story in the photo, you must be like me, as if you were back in that happy scene!

In the corner of the story composition in the photo, there is a photo lying quietly. This is a photo forgotten by time, and the corners have turned slightly yellow. There are two smiling girls in the picture, one is me when I was a child, and the other is a girl with two sweet dimples, which makes me feel strange and familiar.

The memory of childhood is unsealed bit by bit, and the solidified time is broken instantly.

I remember, that girl was my best playmate when I was a child. I first met Su Yi when I was five years old. I once met her when I was playing in the square. We had a good time. Our two families are in the same community, even in the same building. Since then, I have visited her almost every day. After a long time, we were inseparable. We go to school together, do homework together, play together, and sometimes eat together, just like "good girlfriends". In the summer afternoon, we squatted by the pond in my yard and fished, sweating like a pig. In winter, we have snowball fights in the snow, and our noses are so cold. At that time, I was always happy with Su Yi. She is my Doraemon and always becomes my magic weapon. Su Yi's parents are at odds and often quarrel. She was scared, so she came to our house every time she quarreled. I remember once, her parents quarreled fiercely, and she cried even harder. I patted my chest and said, "It doesn't matter, mine is yours, and my home is your home." Say that finish, she smile through tears.

Happy times are always short, and we are about to leave, that is, we are eight years old. How can we easily forget our friendship for three years? I tried my best to stop my mother from moving, but I still can't forget her. Su Yi is the person I hate most ... When I left, Su Yi and I took this photo, and I want to remember her forever. After the filming, she smiled and waved goodbye to me, but I could see her reluctance. Su Yi, what will you do if your parents quarrel again? What if you can't find shelter from the rain ... Goodbye, Su Yi.

I haven't seen her since. I used to regard her as an indispensable part of my life, but now I almost forgot her. When I opened the photo, the innocent and lovely girl came back to my memory. I will never forget it and cherish it forever.

The story in the photo is written in 500 words. My childhood is indelible in my memory, which includes my six-year childhood memory-graduation photo on my desk.

Six years of primary school has taught me a lot about life and made me feel what is bitterness and what is happiness. We have gone through every spring, summer, autumn and winter together. On the last day, we smiled and said goodbye with tears in our eyes. The head teacher's eyes turned red, but he remained silent. Six years, six years of companionship have passed. We were happy and sad that day. Together, we threw all the books into the sky and put aside all our troubles. We hug each other and hope to be happy with each other. See you later.

It's childish to think about what you have done now. Once we played together, deserted in class, ate together, and rebelled against the teacher ... The head teacher, a big girl with yellow flowers, was very angry with us-I remember her gentle and lovely smile and blonde hair when she first came.

The photo is not framed, just like a dead leaf. I sat in the middle of the photo, wearing a white T-shirt and a blue coat. The corners of my mouth rose slightly and my head rested on a little fat man next to me. She is my best friend and a tomboy. In front of me is my "enemy", a sister with big head and big eyes. She is very cute, but I always have endless "arguments" with her. On the far left is my math teacher, who is still serious, holding hands, very solemn. On the right is of course our head teacher. She was a little different that day. She is wearing a short T-shirt, a pair of light blue jeans, and her long hair is fluttering, as if she had just arrived, delicate and gentle.

Say "eggplant!" Ended six years of primary school life; A photo recorded six years of memories; A tear contains six years of pain and happiness. ...

How I wish that time would be fixed at that moment, and I will never forget the separation. ...

Looking at the family photos hanging on the wall, I don't know why the first sight always falls on grandpa's hand.

In the photo, I am only about two years old, sitting on my grandfather's lap, biting the back of my hand and staring blankly at the camera. Grandpa put his arms around me, dark and covered with veins stood out. Even through photos, I can feel the changes in my life.

Grandpa's hands are hardworking. After retirement, he has nothing to do and is ready to farm his own land. He goes to work in the fields with a hoe on his back all day. The hoe swings up and down, up and down, and day after day, the blue veins on the back of his hand are more obvious, and his delicate skin is chapped and becomes dark and rough. It is these industrious hands that have been working nonstop in spring, summer, autumn and winter, bringing fresh and healthy green vegetables to our family. Every time I stand on the top floor and watch my grandfather working in the field, my eyes are always full of tears.

Grandpa's hands are a pair of brave hands. On New Year's Day, I set off fireworks outside the door alone. I didn't know that the fireworks would rotate and unconsciously turned to my feet. Looking at the sparkling fireworks sizzling under my feet, I subconsciously wanted to hide in the house, but it was too late. Grandpa came out of nowhere, took a big step, quickly bent down and held down the fireworks. He raised his hand, his fingers as black as charcoal. I froze in an instant with fear. He rubbed it with his other hand and smiled and said to me, "What's the matter? I have rough skin. " But I'm already crying.

Grandpa's hands are a pair of hands that understand the heart. Once at dinner, I didn't like all the dishes on the table, so I had to force the rice into my mouth. Grandfather seems to see my dissatisfaction. He smiled and shook his head, got up and walked into the kitchen. He weighed the pot in one hand and waved the spatula in the other, only to hear the sound of several metal collisions, and soon brought out a bowl of golden fried Flammulina velutipes. I ate this bowl of Flammulina velutipes specially made for me with tears in my eyes, which was especially delicious.

Every time I look at that old photo, my eyes fall on grandpa's hand involuntarily. That is a pair of hardworking hands, a pair of brave hands, a pair of hands that understand the heart.

The story composition in the photo is 500 words, 7 photos, and a story is recorded; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion ... Looking at the innocent and handsome me in the photo, I fell into memories with a smile.

This photo was taken by my mother at school on Children's Day when I was seven years old. This is my favorite photo. I remember when I was a child, we would perform programs on Children's Day every year. Even I, a lively and naughty boy, is often forced to perform some singing, dancing and other programs on stage.

On Children's Day that year, the performance time was coming. I begged my mother to buy me a bottle of Pepsi, which I liked, to ease my nervous mood. That smell, that's just nectar, I still can't forget it. Speaking of Pepsi, it's actually not a special drink, just that you don't know it. My parents won't let me drink it since I was a child, saying it's bad for my child's health. So far, I still don't understand what is bad for my health.

After three or two glasses of wine, I walked onto the stage, and my nervousness slowly eased. With the music, my hands and feet move with the melody, but some can't keep up with the rhythm of the music, and their movements are always half a beat slower than those of other children. My heart suddenly became tense and my brain went blank. At that moment, I noticed the figures of my mother and teacher in the crowd. They gave me a thumbs-up with their hands! Suddenly, a wave of courage came to my mind, and I slowly adjusted the range of action, which seemed to blend in with the music. At this time, my mother took a "most handsome" photo for me.

By the way, I almost forgot that we danced a folk dance. When I dance, it's like riding a fine horse on the grassland. ...

Life will write down many memories for us. I keep them in photos, and each photo has its own story.

Photos let us go back to the past and reminisce about the good old days.

The story in the photo is written in 500 words. When I opened the photo album, how many beautiful scenery and touching stories were condensed in those photos? Looking through it gently, a photo of Sophora japonica attracted my attention. Looking at the white Sophora in the photo, the ripples of memory spread in my mind.

Last night, the alley listened to the wind and rain, and the Ming Dynasty food market sold Sophora japonica. It's late spring, and flowers and trees are competing to spit. Taking advantage of the May Day holiday, I can't wait to return to my hometown. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines into the courtyard wall, I get dressed, find out the bamboo pole with hook, and prepare to pick Sophora japonica. When I came to the pagoda tree, I looked up, inserted the bamboo pole into the treetop, and with a slight hook, a string of white pagoda flowers slowly fell, hook after hook, and soon the ground was covered with a layer of white pagoda flowers, and then grandma scooped the pagoda flowers on the ground into the basket. Although my neck is sore and the sunshine is getting dazzling, I always enjoy it. I won't go back to the house until the basket can't hold any more.

At this time, grandpa will call a basin of water, wash our harvest with water and then drain it with gauze. Then grandma will put Sophora japonica in a big wooden plate, add flour and mix well, and add a little sugar. At this time, Grandpa Kou had made a fire in the kitchen hall and filled the cauldron with water. Smoke billowed from the pot and hung over our heads. Grandma put the mixed ingredients on the corn husk, put them in a steamer for steaming steamed bread, and steamed them in a pot. After a while, the attractive fragrance emerged from the pot and got into my nose. Grandma went to the pot, took down the steamer, and then put the Sophora japonica into my bowl, which was already waiting by. I couldn't wait to send the rice to my mouth, and a fragrance filled my whole body along my throat. At this time, I feel that I am tasting the most delicious food in the world.

I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time now. Looking at the photos in my hand, I can't help asking: When will I see my grandparents again and the old locust tree in my hometown again?

The story composition in the photo is 500 words and 9 photos, which are the witness of our growth for many years and also reflect the dribs and drabs in our life.

My favorite thing is to take photos with my mother when traveling, and probably go out with my mother when I was 10 years old. The day I went was also very short. I still remember that my mother took a heavy bag and enough food to travel and took care of me hard along the way.

In the photo, we are standing in front of a stone tablet. I can see her persistent persistence in my mother's eyes, and I can also see happiness and gentle expression on her face. We take a walk and have a rest. From time to time, she also asks me if I am thirsty and hungry. Do you want to have a rest? At this time, my mother's eyes were gentle and tired, and we only came out to play because my mother wanted me to have a holiday and relax. I remember that everywhere my mother went, she would ask me about me and then carefully observe the scenery of the scenic spots, never letting go of a beautiful place.

I remember a little that it was already dark and we stayed in a hotel. Because I was so tired, I had a rest and vaguely saw my mother go out. So when did my mother come back? I'm not sure at all. My mother's voice faintly sounded in my ear. I answered "Hungry" and stuffed a mouthful of rice in my mouth. Only at this moment did my mind clear for a moment. She is like the stars in the sky, tightly around the moon, as if inseparable from the moon. She was always there, always by my side, watching me and protecting me.

When taking pictures, my mother helped me sort out my broken hair over and over again and stroked me with her rough hands. Her hands are not as good as our children's skin, which makes me dumbfounded. I am imagining how much she has contributed to this family and our lives. ...

Cherish and care for everyone around you who loves and treats you. This is your only private wealth.

The story composition in the photo is 500 words 10? What is this ... I'm chattering everywhere. Oh, so it's a photo. Who is the Lord hero in the photo? Look here, look here-haha! That's me! In the photo, I am laughing with a fly swatter. What happened? Listen to me ... One summer night, I was working hard at my desk. While I was doing it with relish, an uninvited guest buzzed into my room in a fighter plane and had a good time in my room. I hit it impatiently and thought, well, now it's time for you to fly away. Who knows, it not only didn't run, but also turned around my head in despair and even landed boldly on my nose. I hit it with a jerk. I didn't expect not only to miss, but also to hit my face, which made me scream. It was like a fuse, which suddenly ignited my anger. I thought to myself: the tiger is not arrogant, just think of me as a sick cat.

I strode to the living room, looking for the fly swatter carefully. I don't know how long it took, but I didn't even see the shadow of the mosquito swatter. Mosquitoes dangled in front of my eyes as if laughing at me. I thought to myself: forget it, I'm a big man, so I won't haggle with you. I sat on the sofa in dismay. Huh? Why is it so difficult? I drew a big question mark in my heart. I got up and looked, haha! This is a fly swatter mosquito. I must destroy you this time! I raised the fly swatter angrily. But mosquitoes have long since disappeared. Angry, I didn't give up. I looked around and found it resting in a small corner. I smiled and crept past. With a lightning slap, the mosquito died. I kept waving a mosquito swatter, like waving a flag of victory, and only heard a "crack". This moment was recorded by my mother's camera forever. ......

There were many interesting things in my childhood, so I recorded them with a click. After I open the photo album and have a look, a series of good memories will reappear in my heart, so happy and interesting!

The story composition in the photo is 500 words 1 1 The photo was taken on August 22nd, 20xx.

The mood when taking pictures: pleasure.

The reason for saving this photo: the first time I took an artistic photo, the first time I painted heavy makeup.

There is a particularly unforgettable photo in my photo album, which is the shadow left by me when I took artistic photos.

That day, I came to "traditional photography" happily, ready to take artistic photos. While waiting, I looked at the artistic photos on the wall and was envious. I should be as beautiful as them soon! Soon, it's my turn to make up.

I followed the makeup artist to the fitting room, only to see a dazzling array of clothes hanging inside: some are noble and elegant princess skirts, and a white skirt is inlaid with several star-like pearls; Some are Hanfu, with a few lifelike birds on the long sleeves and a few lush willows on the skirt that sweeps the floor; There is also a cheongsam, and there are many white and flawless flowers on the gold skirt ... I am dazzled. I put on Hanfu and went to the dressing room. There is an antique mirror on the table here, and there are large and small cosmetics on the table, which is a woman's favorite! I sat in a chair, waiting for my makeup. Everything went well at first, but something happened as soon as I put on my false eyelashes, and my eyes couldn't help crying. It's too bad, the makeup around the eyes is gone, but fortunately, the makeup artist is quick-witted and remedied it in time.

Finally put on my makeup, and I came to the shooting point. I did what the photographer said. I will hold the flute for a while and pretend to play; One moment holding a butterfly net, the other holding an invisible butterfly. After taking these photos, I followed my mother to the waiting area, asked my mother to be a photographer, and took photos of me wearing this beautiful dress with my mobile phone.

This is the first time I have painted such a thick makeup, and it took me a lot of effort to remove it! The moment I took off my false eyelashes, I cried loudly and hurt.

Every time I see this photo, I will show a satisfied smile and feel a sense of pride.

The story composition in the photo is 500 words 12. Open the photo and recall the past, full of happiness and unforgettable. The photo recorded the beauty of that moment, and happiness stayed at that moment.

This photo belongs to me and my brother. I was in the fourth grade and my brother was 3 years old. This photo was taken when my father took us to the dam to fly kites. At that time, my brother and I really took great pains. At the beginning, we thought very simple and confident, just flying kites! As long as there is wind. But when we started flying kites, we were afraid from the beginning. No matter how hard my brother and I try, the kite just can't fly. My brother and I looked at the kite sadly, panting and exhausted, thinking about how to put it away. Suddenly I had a brainwave. It turns out that I made a mistake about the wind direction. I should run against the wind and let the kite fly. We had a rest. I tried to run against the wind, and my brother followed. Finally, we watched the kite fly slowly. The higher we fly, the happier we jump. My brother runs on the grass with a kite string. Let's poss together! Celebrate the joy of success. Just as my brother and I were posing, my father pressed the shutter and recorded this wonderful moment.

In the photo, my brother holds scissors in his left hand and kite reel in his right hand, laughing happily, walking forward with his left foot and tiptoeing with his heel. With a ribbon in my hand, my brother and I bent symmetrically to pose as scissors hands, smiling happily, opening my mouth wide, revealing a row of neat teeth, releasing the happiest breath. The sunshine also released all the warmth at that moment, shining on us and reflecting the best shadow.

This photo is the warmth and happiness of my brother and me. It records the beautiful past and carries love and happiness. A photo, a memory, a period of time, a mood. Every photo is a specimen of time, only a moment has passed, but it is forever. We can't keep time, the only thing left in our hearts is the best memories!

The story in the photo is written in 500 words. This photo means a lot to us. This is a commemoration of a wonderful moment. The photos that impressed me the most are also the most precious.

That photo was taken at the Children's Day Gala in the sixth grade of primary school. It is precious, because it is not only my festival, but also the birthday of our Chinese teacher. I will never forget the happy smile in the photo and the moving picture of our Chinese teacher Xiaoli!

I remember that the fourth period in our class was physical education class, and the monitor asked us to give the teacher a surprise. The monitor said that we could voluntarily exchange money to buy a cake and then sing a birthday song to the teacher. As a result, everyone took out money to let the monitor buy birthday cakes.

In the afternoon, we went to class excitedly. The teacher didn't know that the monitor came earlier than the teacher, so he quickly hid the cake in the desk. 1 * * There were 15 programs in the class, and as soon as 15 programs ended, we showed a bad smile.

We sang a birthday song first, and the teacher looked puzzled and moved. At this time, the monitor took out the cake and asked the teacher to open it. After the teacher saw it, moved tears flowed out, and our hearts could not help being sour. Teacher, you will leave us in a few days. You have been busy for us for so long. How can we repay you? I think: only being admitted to a good university is the best reward for teachers.

In our class, except graduation photo, only this picture is the most complete. Looking at the wrinkles and scattered white hair on the teacher's face, this is not what a woman in her twenties and thirties should look like. Looking at the teacher's happy appearance, our hearts are full of joy.

This photo also has memories of our Class Six and Six, not only this day, but also our happiest memories of the year. Although all our classmates have gone to school, I think Class Six is one of the most precious classes in our hearts. I will study hard and repay my teacher with the best results in the future!

The composition of the story in the photo is 500 words, 14 photos, recording interesting moments in life and leaving eternal memories. When I was tidying up the cupboard, I saw some photos of my childhood and couldn't help laughing.

Every time I take out one, it will remind me of the previous dribs and drabs. For example, these photos record that my parents took me and my brother to play, and many interesting, funny and horrible things happened during this journey.

I don't remember the exact place, but I remember there are clear rivers, gentle hills and many bright flowers.

Look at this. This is a picture of my brother wrestling. I remembered something. At that time, my parents went to set up a tent, and my brother and I went to catch fish. After a long time, I didn't catch any fish. I wanted to leave, but the fish came. My brother jumped on me. I missed the fish and fell on a dog to chew the mud. I burst out laughing.

This photo scares me. After catching the fish, we began to have lunch. Dad roasted a fish, because it was too young to eat. My brother secretly gave me a piece and got caught in the throat by a fishbone. My parents were worried to death! But luckily, I took it out.

This family photo is my favorite. My father is wearing a beautiful suit. Mother is wearing a beautiful skirt; My brother is also dressed neatly; I am wearing a baby hat; The whole family smiled brightly in front of the camera.

Before my first grade, my parents were not at home, and my younger brother was taken care of by my grandparents when he was in junior high school, which made me really envy other children. They are all accompanied by their parents. I always take this family photo with me when I sleep, hoping that they will come back soon.

I remember when I was a child, when I had nightmares, my mother comforted me early. When I have insomnia, my parents accompany me. I always wanted to grow up quickly before, but I watched the wrinkles on my parents' faces deepen slowly; My hair is beginning to turn white. I regret it. i do not want to grow up.

Age is growing, time is walking, and life is living. Even so, the photos will not change. These photos cherish our unforgettable memories and beautiful stories! I believe that when we grow up and see these photos, we can still be as happy as before!