Just write a composition based on the story of your old photo.

1. Write the composition outline and the story of an old photo with the story of an old photo.

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 there will always be a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.

At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost like eating at home, but I didn't expect my father to turn off his phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I even enlarged that photo on purpose.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see a picture in my mind and feel my father by my side.

At this moment, I no longer feel that * * * is a ghost, but that * * * is so sweet, because he proved that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

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.

Instructor: Li Hongbing

Comments: The sentence is powerful, with true feelings between the lines, compact structure and prominent center.

Today, it's still stormy, with much thunder and little rain, so I took advantage of the weekend to move out the photos I brought from Yangzhou with my parents, wipe the dust and tidy them up by the way. My parents suddenly started telling old stories.

To tell you the truth, I haven't seen photos for a long time. I suddenly saw my former self and felt very abrupt. At that time, my smile was simple and bright. Looking back at every photo now, I seem to be wearing a mask. When I was a child, I couldn't find that feeling of being afraid of ugliness when I laughed. Dad said it was because there were too many things and secrets hidden in my heart, and people's expressions looked fake. Suddenly there was a sweet pain ~

I like the title on the page "Being a family along the way must be a special fate"

In this life, you will meet many people. These people will accompany you through life at different times, just as you agreed. When you get to the station, slowly retreat until you don't contact again. Only those who have special destiny can form a family, have children and grow old together, just like all happy families.

Life is like this, and I have hope. I am willing to bury myself in the crowd and enjoy the happiness of this cycle ~

2. Old photo story composition 600 words time flies. In a blink of an eye, I 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 composition of the old photo is 600 words, so we are watching, and we are leaving our hometown. I was very headstrong when I was a child.

It is true that even the Spring Festival is gloomy, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble: on that day, I won honor for my family, just listen to me, and the six characters "Happy Happy Birthday" are written on it. In the process of growing up, my affectionate eyes will always be my driving force, and the whole family will stand there watching us. When you are a few years later.

Just when we look back; Even though, the most lost time is those years when I was a child, I have become a girl with ideals who knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths.

The story of old photos

When I open many photo albums at home, I celebrate my birthday and let my thoughts flow in it in order to enliven the family atmosphere. I was shocked, but the true feelings and hopes buried in my childhood still exist. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years, and then he saw this photo.

I don't understand. Look at the charming sparks in the air and look to the right. Ha, a pair of pigtails are smartly tied on your head.

An old photo is worthless. Grandparents knew that this would be the last Spring Festival in their hometown, so they hid in the hut and cried.

I remember, an old photo that is very precious to me, and this one is extremely outstanding. In the photo, my sister and I reach out and point to the blue sky. When I thought of parting from my friends, an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time and tried to hold it up. My mother immediately took this close-up of me. At that moment, the years passed like a song, and unforgettable scenes appeared in front of my eyes, but left an unforgettable scene in your life. The camera left this eternal beautiful moment, and I seemed to see the warm current of love. Suddenly my eyes lit up and I wrote down the brilliant night sky in my hometown?

Open the photo album that has been dusty for a long time and suddenly press your head into the cream of the big cake. Just when I want to kiss it, it is the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work; That long ribbon of love! I looked around excitedly.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child.

I am about three years old in the photo, and my eyes are shining with joy, and I sent a small poem to each of us. That rock-solid hope.

My grandparents told me to leave them.

Dad set off fireworks!

As for why I'm covered in cream, I won't do it.

Inadvertently, my uncle sent my favorite big cake, and my eyes came into contact with this photo. I finally understand that when I am embarrassed, I hope my sister and I will work hard. My mother would have bought me a small cake to welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks, and my father took advantage of my unprepared, sparkling cream. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, and the silent air can't help but turn into snowflakes. My chubby body wears a red Chinese-style chest covering and encourages my father to buy fireworks. My little hands and face are full of fragrance. At the moment of parting, my sister and I greeted the sky with excited hands. I have gone from a crying little girl.

Old photo stories in the eyes of family members

Time flies, is it just time? Why is it so lively in the blink of an eye?

4. How to write the ending of the story (composition) of the old photo: The photo will eventually turn yellow and will eventually be forgotten. I look up to the same night. Although there is no you around, only memories are left, but my heart is warm. Let sadness turn into warmth, at this moment, hang love in your heart. ...

Although an old photo is worthless, it retains an unforgettable scene in your life. When you see this old photo in a few years, you will be deeply touched. ...

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.

Old photos recorded unforgettable moments! This matter has always been the star in my memory! Treasure in the deepest part of my heart!

Beginning: I opened a photo album full of memories and saw it. . Reminds me of the story at that time, which is still fresh in my memory.

5. The story composition of the old photo opened the photo album and an old photo fell. Oh, that's it, that's the old photo treasured in the depths of memory. It was that unforgettable trip that made me understand the meaning of courage and realize masculinity.

When I was ten years old, my father and I went to Du Jiang, Yu Zui. On the morning when I got drunk in Dujiang, it was gray. After a while, it really rained. It was the rain that hindered our trip. It was not until noon that my father and I arrived at the scenic spot. After getting off the bus, I saw an iron cable bridge about 200 meters long. We have just learned the text "Flying over Luding Bridge". The cable bridge in front of us is a little better than the iron cable bridge in this paper. It is covered with wooden boards with a spacing of about five centimeters. Dad said we should cross the bridge. I panicked: "Dad, I'm scared! What if I fall? " "It doesn't matter, my son is a man and the bravest." Dad said with a smile.

Encouraged by my father, I stepped on the board with trembling hands. I don't know. As soon as I stepped on it, the board shook. I was scared and panicked. The board wet by the rain slipped from my feet and fell to the ground on all fours. Dad looked at me trembling and dared me: "whoever doesn't go by himself is a little mouse!" " "I am so competitive that I fell into the trap of my father and shouted,' Throwing caution to the wind, who is afraid of who! ""So clap * * hit the road again. One step, two steps, three steps … I move forward slowly like a snail. "Dad, the bridge is moving! I am afraid! " I stood there clutching the chains on both sides, afraid to move. "The bridge is broken? Run, run! " Dad's voice came from behind. I listened, my heart racing, afraid to look back at my father. Just then, with a whoosh, a little boy about my age ran past me. I was surprised and admired that he walked so lightly and steadily. He can go, but I can't, okay? An inexplicable force rises from my heart, and I want to be fearless and go forward like him! So I rushed to chase him. Strange to say, at this time, the bridge stopped shaking and the boards at the foot stopped slipping. Walking on the ground in peacetime makes no difference.

On the other side, after a while, father arrived. Far away, he gave me a thumbs-up and took a photo with me, saying that he would commemorate the birth of a brave little boy. After taking the photo, he proudly said that he shook the chain behind him, put me in danger and ran away. This was a great move. What he didn't know was that it was not his "tactics" that worked, but a brave little boy who gave me courage and made me feel the happiness and pride of being a man.

It's been a long time, but I still feel a sense of pride when I see this old photo today.

6. The story composition of old photos is urgent 1. The story of an old photo should stay in my mind forever and become a beautiful memory.

Remember one thing. Today, I am very free. I rummaged through the photo album at home. Looking at it, a photo of me playing by the Weihe River reminded me of it. That photo recorded the scene where my uncle and I stepped on the mud by the Weihe River last summer.

You see, you see, suddenly, my body floated up, and I returned to that happy moment. It was a Sunday afternoon, and my uncle took me to play by the Weihe River.

The muddy yellow Weihe River slowly flows eastward, and there are large brown beaches soaked by the river on both sides. My uncle said, "Let's play with mud!" With that, he took off his shoes and stepped on a place.

After a while, the place where my uncle stepped on became soft, and every time I stepped on it, water would seep out. And the hard soil under my feet makes me feel a little depressed.

My uncle read my mind and encouraged me to say, "Hold on a little longer, and water will flow out of you." I kept stepping on it, and sure enough, the soles of my feet became soft, like stepping on a big bread, and the water kept oozing out of the mud with the rhythm of stepping on it.

Later, I stepped on several places and created one pocket lake after another on the dry beach. "Di-di", a car horn interrupted my thoughts.

Although the scene of stepping on the mud has become a thing of the past, it will remain in my mind forever and become a beautiful memory. 2. The story of an old photo. This photo was taken when my mother was eighteen.

There are two people in the photo, one is mom and the other is mom's classmate. The mother in the photo looks like a boy with short hair, very young and beautiful.

White coat and brown trousers. The other one has long hair.

Wearing a red coat and black pants also looks good. Mom said this photo was taken in the boxing ring. When I first brought it home, a short story happened.

Mom said, "When I came to the boxing ring to get photos, I still played boxing all day. It was late when I got home, and everyone at home was playing outside.

People didn't recognize their mother because of the dim light. They all said: This photo was taken by my mother's friend and boyfriend.

Mom is snickering. Mom said, "Is his boyfriend handsome?" People have talked about it for a long time.

Mother finally couldn't help telling them the truth. People burst into laughter.

Mom said, "That boyfriend is me." Hearing this story, I found that my mother was very beautiful when she was young.

Mom said, "Seeing this photo will remind me of many happy past events." 3. The story of the old photo "Hey? Isn't the child in this photo taken with tropical cactus and dad when I was eight months old? " I found this old photo while tidying up my messy room. "Why was I so ugly at that time, with one eye and two eyes?" Do you want to hear the story of our group photo? All right, I'll tell you now.

At that time, my parents and I went to the tropical botanical garden to play We walked to the cactus area, where there was a huge red prickly cactus and a cactus as big as my little hand ... I was very interested, but my father took me in the opposite direction. I am anxious, and I have been "struggling" in my father's arms, still saying "alas". My mother understood my mind and made a gesture. Dad put me on the ground, but his hand clutched my shoulder tightly. I reached out my little hand to catch the lovely "thorny head". My mother was afraid that I would be stabbed, so she reached out and touched the cactus gently, and then quickly took it back, telling me with broken teeth and trembling arms, "Baby, don't touch it, stab it!" " I feel horrible. I'm about to cry. Father quickly picked me up to comfort me. My mother quickly pressed the shutter of the camera. "Hey!" This photo of cactus has been postponed! Now I can't help laughing when I see this old photo again. I seem to be laughing with me in the photo. What interesting photos!

7. Story composition of old photos 600 words (***6 articles) The story of old photos is very urgent. In a blink of an eye, I 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. In the process of growing up, is it just the passage of time? 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. Stories of Old Photos When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of my eyes.

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.

How long have you been opening that photo album about old photos? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting.

From those yellowed album pages, the laughter seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, and the fleeting time, the old flavor floated out. Look at this old photo.

Is that little girl with thin hair, black eyes and a white veil really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt. Although I was naughty and active in my knee-length skirt, I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up", as if my legs were kicking in the air.

Looking at this photo, the small fragments of childhood are easily shaken off. I remember my father told me that when I was a child, my parents often took me to the stadium because it was near my home.

There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "learns to shoot in a skirt". As soon as I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me. At that time, parents would always watch quietly, grab a few shots from time to time and take a close-up with a "click" of the camera.

Count, one, two, three ... There are many photos in the album about the jokes planted on the court when I was a child. Think about it, I was only five or six years old then! Fingertips touch the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories, and instantly gather into an ocean.

Dad in the old photo is sitting in a chair reading a book leisurely; Mom in the old photo, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun; In the old photos, I wore pink clothes and played carefree by the sea ... Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the unchanging memory is warm. 1. 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 there will always be a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.

At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost like eating at home, but I didn't expect my father to turn off his phone.

Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments.

In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is like this.

8. The story of an old photo constitutes that the old photo is black and white, but it can record the happiness and anxiety of the previous moment. After years of washing, only the corners turned yellow, but this ancient red and dark yellow preserved this moment and made it eternal. ...

Among the sundries in my house, there is a box, an old box that has been dusty for a long time, covered with thick dust, which is particularly fragile under the sneak attack of time. One weekend, I was idle and ready to open the box that had been sleeping for a long time. Dust off the top, the box cracked a crack, as if smiling at me, but I didn't expect it to be "hiding a knife in a smile." I cried "ah". The culprit is a spider. You know, I'm most afraid of spiders. After I got rid of it, an old black and white photo brightened my eyes. Out of curiosity, I sorted out these photos and picked out my favorite one. There are two young women standing side by side in the photo. Who are they? The question flashed through my mind. Suddenly I found that the one standing on the right looks like my grandmother. In the photo, she tied two thick braids on her hat and her eyes were wide open, as if expecting something. Her mouth was slightly bent, she was wearing a military uniform that was popular at that time, and she was dragging a brochure in her hand. She looked full of energy ... I couldn't help laughing, but for a moment, I had another feeling, which went straight to my heart and made me feel a little cold. From the slightly raised corners of her mouth and bright eyes in the photo, I can't help asking myself: What the hell is going on? Maybe I'm too sensitive.

The incomprehension in my heart has suppressed me for a long time. I think there must be an influential story behind this photo. Look at the photo carefully, only to find that there are 68 left in the photo. 2。 Four hours, nothing else. In order to find out the ins and outs of the matter, I specially asked my grandmother. At that time, my grandmother was cooking, looking at the photos in my hand, looking at me, slowly putting down her work and kindly saying, "that time was the beginning of a decade of catastrophe." At that time, farmers didn't farm, students didn't study, workers didn't work, and all intellectuals were dragged into the street. China is in the darkest period, and its cultural development is almost stagnant ... "Grandma said, staring up at the distance outside the window.

Ten years of catastrophe, life at that time was like this black and white photo-colorless and tasteless. As the saying goes! "Books are the ladder of human progress" and "books are the food of human spirit". How painful it is to refuse knowledge! Knowledge creates everything. The catastrophe of this decade has delayed not only the development of culture, but also the precious time for the older generation to learn China culture!

Fortunately, that dark time has passed. Should I study hard? Should we do what we can more carefully, exquisitely and meticulously? That time won't repeat itself, but it left me with new experiences and new understandings, all of which originated from this old photo and the colorless world. ...

9. Please have a special photo in my photo album with the title "The Story of an Old Photo". This photo is a photo of my grandfather.

Speaking of this photo, my grandfather and two friends took it in Guangzhou Yuexiu Park in Yangcheng in 2005. It's been years. Grandpa died in 2008. Every time I look at this photo, it always reminds me of my grandfather's kind face. ...

Grandpa's hometown is in Shantou, and he lived in Guangzhou with his uncle before his death, because his uncle did business in Guangzhou all the year round. My uncle is very busy and seldom comes, but my grandfather is not afraid to travel long distances. He comes here to see us several times a year and brings us many gifts every time.

I remember once, my grandfather came to see us and looked as kind as before. He crouched down and asked me softly, "How have you been recently?" How was the exam? Work hard! "Let me feel warm.

Once in 2006, my grandfather came to my house. I want to watch TV series and my brother wants to watch cartoons. We are blushing for it. At this time, my grandfather came over and said to us calmly, "You should learn to accommodate each other, and you can't hurt your brothers' feelings for a TV. As the saying goes,' tolerance is a pistachio'. " After listening to grandpa, our "battle" stopped. Grandpa taught us a lot of truth.

In the summer vacation of 2008, grandpa fell ill and stayed in his hometown. My uncles are all around my grandfather. During that time, my brother and I took my mother to see my grandfather several times. About a few days later, an unfortunate news came: Grandpa passed away. Hearing the bad news, my heart became heavy and I was sad for several days.

That photo was sent by my uncle and aunt from Guangzhou before my grandfather died. This is for our commemoration. Now that my grandfather has passed away, I will never see him again. I want to say a lot to my grandfather, but I miss him only in this photo of my grandfather. ...