How to write four story-writing essays

1. How to write a composition about making up stories based on pictures in the fourth grade volume?

What I like most is making up stories. Whenever I think back to the fairy tale books I read in my childhood, At that time, I came up with a bold idea.

I thought: If I also make up stories, then I can be a person who can make up fairy tales like Andersen. So I wrote my first fairy tale at that time.

There was a little boy. When he saw a little girl in a cake shop, he thought he was holding a broken dolphin doll. The little boy asked his mother to buy a cake for the little girl because his family had no money. , so the little girl couldn't buy the cake. The little boy's mother did not buy the cake for the girl, but bought it for the little boy and then left.

The girl and her mother also walked out of the store. This is a car that took the life of a little girl's mother. The little boy's mother saw it and panicked.

Finally the little girl and the boy grew up and got married. I cried as I wrote this story.

After I finished writing, I showed it to my friends in the neighborhood. They all said that their scribbling was better than mine, except for one little girl who praised me. , we talked for a while, and I finally understood the truth. No matter what others say, no one in the world can write better, more beautiful and valuable compositions than myself. 2. How to write the story in the photo (composition)

A photo fell down, write the story in the photo.

Oh, it’s that old photo that is treasured deep in my memory. It was that unforgettable trip that made me understand the meaning of bravery and realize the spirit of manliness.

When I was ten years old, my father and I traveled to Dujiang Yuzui. The morning we arrived at Dujiang Yuzui, the sky was gray, and after a while, a thunderstorm started.

It was precisely because of the rain that our trip was hindered. It was not until noon that my father and I arrived at the tourist destination. After getting off the bus, I saw a chain bridge about 200 meters long.

We have just studied the text "Flying to Seize Luding Bridge". The rope bridge in front is slightly better than the iron rope bridge in the text. It is covered with wooden boards, and the distance between the wooden boards is about five centimeters. Dad said we should walk from this bridge to the other side.

I panicked: Dad, I’m afraid! What should I do if it falls? It doesn't matter, my son is a man and the bravest. Dad said with a smile.

With my father’s encouragement, I stretched out my feet and stepped on the board with trepidation. Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped on it, the board started to shake. I was scared and panicked. The rain-wet board slipped under my feet and I fell all over the place.

When my father saw how frightened I was, he provoked me: Anyone who doesn’t walk over by himself is a little mouse! I was so competitive that I immediately fell into my father's trap and shouted: "I'm willing to risk everything. Who is afraid of who?" So I patted my *** and got back on the road. One step, two steps, three steps... I moved forward slowly like a snail.

Dad, the bridge is moving! I'm afraid! I held on to the iron ropes on both sides and stood there, not daring to move. Is the bridge about to break? Jingjing, run forward! Dad's voice came from behind.

After hearing this, my heart beat faster and I didn’t dare to look back at my father. At this moment, there was a whoosh, and a little boy about the same age as me rushed past me.

He walked so briskly and steadily, which made me surprised and envious. If he can walk well, can't I walk well? An inexplicable power rose from my heart, and I wanted to be fearless and move forward like him! So, I rushed forward behind him.

Strangely enough, the bridge stopped shaking at this time, and the wooden planks under my feet were no longer slippery. It was no different from walking on flat ground. After arriving on the other side, it took a while before dad arrived.

From afar, he gave me a thumbs up, and then took a photo with me on the rope bridge, saying that he wanted to commemorate the birth of a brave little boy. After taking the photo, he proudly said that it was a very clever move for him to swing the iron rope behind him to put me in danger and then run away.

How did he know that it was not his tactics that worked, but a brave and fearless little boy who gave me courage. 3. How to write the story in the photo (composition)

A photo fell down, write the story in the photo.

Oh, it’s that old photo that is treasured deep in my memory. It was that unforgettable trip that made me understand the meaning of bravery and realize the spirit of manliness.

When I was ten years old, my father and I traveled to Dujiang Yuzui. The morning we arrived at Dujiang Yuzui, the sky was gray, and after a while, a thunderstorm started.

It was precisely because of the rain that our trip was hindered. It was not until noon that my father and I arrived at the tourist destination. After getting off the bus, I saw a chain bridge about 200 meters long.

We have just studied the text "Flying to Seize Luding Bridge". The rope bridge in front is slightly better than the iron rope bridge in the text. It is covered with wooden boards, and the distance between the wooden boards is about five centimeters. Dad said we should walk from this bridge to the other side.

I panicked: Dad, I’m afraid! What should I do if it falls? It doesn't matter, my son is a man and the bravest. Dad said with a smile.

With my father’s encouragement, I stretched out my feet and stepped on the board with trepidation. Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped on it, the board started to shake. I was scared and panicked. The rain-wet board slipped under my feet and I fell all over the place.

When my father saw how frightened I was, he provoked me: Anyone who doesn’t walk over by himself is a little mouse! I was so competitive that I immediately fell into my father's trap and shouted: "I'm willing to risk everything, who is afraid of who?" So I patted my *** and got back on the road. One step, two steps, three steps... I moved forward slowly like a snail.

Dad, the bridge is moving! I'm afraid! I held on to the iron ropes on both sides and stood there, not daring to move. Is the bridge about to break? Jingjing, run forward! Dad's voice came from behind.

After hearing this, my heart beat faster and I didn’t dare to look back at my father. At this moment, there was a whoosh, and a little boy about the same age as me rushed past me.

He walked so briskly and steadily, which made me surprised and envious. If he can walk well, can't I walk well? An inexplicable power rises from my heart, and I want to be fearless and move forward like him! So, I rushed forward behind him.

Strangely enough, the bridge stopped shaking and the wooden planks under my feet stopped slipping. It was no different from walking on flat ground. After arriving on the other side, it took a while before dad arrived.

From afar, he gave me a thumbs up, and then took a photo with me on the rope bridge, saying that he wanted to commemorate the birth of a brave little boy. After taking the photo, he proudly said that it was a very clever move for him to swing the iron rope behind him to put me in danger and then run away.

How did he know that it was not his tactics that worked, but a brave and fearless little boy who gave me courage. 4. The story in the photo, how to write this essay

The first essay on the story in the photo: The story in the photo A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of emotion.

This is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection. My favorite photo was taken in the living room on the third floor of my new home on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001.

You can clearly see in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, cousin, grandparents and grandma. I am also holding a plate from the table in front of me. Big apple picked out. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind.

It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts came to my house as guests. While chatting, my father asked me to take a photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren.

After knowing where I was sitting, I hurriedly found a reason to ask my father to go to the fourth floor with me first. When we got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do.

I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest of the three of you children, and you and your cousin are both the grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit in the middle." Next to my grandparents." Dad replied.

"But grandma is already so old. If others see me, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at me?" What about you? Although grandma is older, she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her.

No. Grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you!" I suddenly realized and realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his elders and is caring! I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to where I was sitting for the photo, took a big apple with respect, and handed it to grandma.

Grandma smiled slightly, handed the apple back to me, and said kindly: "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad Shouting: "Everyone, look at me!" I held the apple left by my grandma in my hand and stared at the camera. There was only a "click" sound, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever.

After posting the photos, I took them, molded them, and kept them in a photo album. A photo contains such a story; a photo makes my mind fly back to ten years ago; a photo gives me an education of love.

It is such an ordinary yet extraordinary photo that taught me how to respect and love our elders. Only in this way will our lives become better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious.

Part 2: Stories in Photos Time is like water, flowing quietly day and night. I have also grown from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to store tears in a notepad.

After putting down the long-dusted photo album, my thoughts began to spin. I caressed each photo, and each photo told a story about me and my childhood.

My eyes suddenly stopped on a photo with some yellowing edges, and I laughed happily. in this photo.

There is a little girl wearing a dress and braids, she is crying to the sky, this is me; and there is a big boy who is eating a lollipop and smiling evilly, that is my brother . I remember it was one autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the store.

My brother wanted to eat it too, but I refused to give it to him, so he got into trouble with me. He lied to me and said that I could find a bigger and more beautiful lollipop in my mother’s car basket, and whoever got it would belong to whom.

I want it so much that I have to go and get it. I was very short at that time and couldn't reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me while I moved the stool to dig through my mother's basket.

I didn’t find the lollipop in the car basket. I was about to ask my brother, but when I looked back, he was holding my lollipop and chewing it! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I sat on the ground and cried. I happened to be photographed by my aunt who had just bought a camera.

Seven or eight years have passed since this happened, now think about it. I was really cute at that time.

This is the story of what happened in my photo.

Part Three: Stories in Photos Today, I took out my favorite photo again. Do you know what my favorite photo is? It’s the preschool group photo I took with my kindergartners, because I’m about to leave kindergarten and become a real primary school student.

Every morning, our parents and grandparents send us to kindergarten, where we study, eat and take naps together. When I think about leaving kindergarten and leaving my classmates soon, I feel both happy and reluctant to leave, because we have lived together for so long and don’t want to separate.

Seeing the 46 familiar faces in the photo, I thought, 20 years later, some of us will go to college and some will join the workforce. I wonder where we will be in another 40 years? Ah, I know, we will definitely become full of white hair, like grandpa and grandma.

I must treasure this photo and let it accompany me until I grow old. Chapter 4: Stories in Photos Twelve years and hundreds of photos, the photos have witnessed my growth.

Open the photo album and look at it page by page. The photos of my childhood are so cute. I often look at the photo and exclaim: "I'm actually so old!" Looking at this photo, I'm smiling all over my face, with my hands open and my arms crossed, what am I doing? By the way, that day, a guest came to my house, and I was excitedly introducing my own room! Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud.

See that big bed? The set of furniture in the room was bought with my own savings. I remember my grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself.

My mother was worried and said: "I'm afraid you don't have enough money. Otherwise, buy something cheaper!" "No, just buy it!" Then I decided to borrow money from my mother and bought it. Furniture, but my mother always said not to return it. As for me, I must pay it back, and I wrote down the IOU seriously and prepared to pay it in installments. 5. Composition about the story in the picture

A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of An emotion. It is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001 in the living room on the third floor of my new home. It is clearly visible in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, my cousin, my grandparents and my five grandsons. In my hand, I was holding a big apple picked from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind.

It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts came to my house as guests. While chatting, my father asked me to take a photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren. After knowing where I was sitting, I hurriedly found a reason to ask my father to go to the fourth floor with me first.

When I got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do. I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest among you three children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit next to your grandparents." Dad replied road. "But grandma is so old. If others see it, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, But she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. Without grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you! "I suddenly realized and realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his elders and is caring!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to where I was sitting for the photo, took a big apple with respect, and handed it to grandma.

Grandma smiled slightly, handed the apple back to me, and said kindly: "Grandma is old and her teeth are no longer useful. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad shouted: "Look at me, everyone." Come here!" I held the apple left by my grandma in my hand and stared at the camera. There was only a "click" sound, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever. After posting the photos, I took them, had them molded, and kept them in a photo album.

A photo contains such a story; a photo makes my mind fly back to ten years ago; a photo gives me an education of love. It is such an ordinary yet extraordinary photo that taught me how to respect and love our elders. Only in this way will our lives become better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious. 6. How to write the composition "Story in Photos"

Story in Photos A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a Memories; a photo, full of emotion.

This is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection. My favorite photo was taken in the living room on the third floor of my new home on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001.

You can clearly see in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, cousin, grandparents and grandma. I am also holding a plate from the table in front of me. Big apple picked out. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind.

It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts came to my house as guests. While chatting, my father asked me to take a photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren.

After knowing where I was sitting, I hurriedly found a reason to ask my father to go to the fourth floor with me first. When we got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do.

I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest of the three of you children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit in the middle." Next to my grandparents." Dad replied.

"But grandma is already so old. If others see me, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at me?" What about you? Although grandma is older, she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her.

No. Grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you!" I suddenly realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his elders and is caring! I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to where I was sitting for the photo, took a big apple with respect, and handed it to grandma.

Grandma smiled slightly, handed the apple back to me, and said kindly: "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad Shouting: "Everyone, look at me!" I held the apple left by my grandma in my hand and stared at the camera. There was only a "click" sound, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever.

After posting the photos, I took them, molded them, and kept them in a photo album. A photo contains such a story; a photo makes my mind fly back to ten years ago; a photo gives me an education of love.

It is such an ordinary yet extraordinary photo that taught me how to respect and love our elders. Only in this way will our lives become better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious. 7. Composition: The Story of a Photo, Grade 4

Are you fake illiterate? We wrote about it too! Reading comics is a way of entertainment for modern people.

Every time I read a comic, I always feel amused by the humorous plots in it, but after reading "Fake Illiteracy" today, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. This cartoon was drawn by the famous cartoonist Hua Junwu in the 1980s. It shows four young people and a mother and son waiting for the bus at the station.

Under the stop sign "Mother and Son Boarding Point", there were four young people standing, and a real mother and son stood beside it. It was winter at this time, and the four young men were standing confidently in large cotton robes.

And a shabbily dressed woman held a child in her arms and looked at them with pleading eyes. But they deliberately closed their eyes and ignored the women's pleas for help, and even made others think that they could not see the words "where mother and child boarded the bus."

These people ignore the feelings of others for their own convenience, which shows how low-quality the people were at that time. The author used this cartoon to severely criticize such selfish people at that time. In today's big cities, this kind of "fake illiteracy" has not disappeared with the evolution of the times. On the contrary, there are more and more such "fake illiteracy".

On the grass in the park, there was a sign saying "No Trampling on the Grass", but this did not serve as a good warning. On the contrary, the grass there was destroyed into a mess; A slogan "No littering, protect the street environment" was posted on the wall of an inconspicuous street, but there were still piles of garbage there. What's more, he dared to defecate and defecate there, and even the slogan was splashed with dirty water. Every day when I passed there, I would smell a strong stench... there were countless such things.

Guangzhou is a metropolis where culture and beauty are integrated. However, due to the destruction of these "fake illiterates", Guangzhou has become beyond recognition. I hope that everyone will start from themselves and start from small things. , start today. Let our paradise, Guangzhou, become more beautiful and civilized.

I think this article is good and worth considering~~! ! There is a photo in my photo album that was taken when I was a child. In the photo, I was wearing a thick cotton coat and rolling in the snow. My whole body was covered with snowflakes, and a snowball hit me right in the face, like a Santa Claus.

But I was still very happy, with a big smile on my face. Whenever I see this photo, I can't help but think of one thing.

It was a cold winter morning, everything was covered in snow, and the pedestrians on the road were all wearing thick cotton clothes, leaving footprints of different shades on the snow-covered road. . I proposed to have a snowball fight, and everyone agreed.

So my mother took my eldest brother and my second brother to have a snowball fight. After a while, we came to the field.

Looking around, I saw a vast expanse of white fields with no one in sight. It was really a good battlefield. The battle began, and the three of us brothers all rushed to make the "weapon" - the snowball.

In a short while, the weapons for the three of us were ready. The eldest brother and the second brother started the war first. The second brother was hiding behind the tree and shooting fiercely at the eldest brother. The eldest brother was not to be outdone. Not only did he avoid the attacks of the second brother, he also launched a counterattack.

And I was hiding aside, ready to take advantage of them when they both suffered losses. After all, the eldest brother was more skilled. After a while, he beat the second brother to a pulp, but he also ran out of cannonballs.

Only then did I attack them, catching them off guard and running away in confusion. This angered my two brothers. They joined forces and attacked me.

Snowballs rained down on me. I couldn’t dodge and was hit with snowflakes all over my body. Suddenly, a big snowball hit me hard, and I rolled like a carp and lay on the ground.

But the good times didn't last long. I saw my second brother rushing in front of me, grabbing a snowball and hitting me. I rolled to the side in a hurry, but it was too late, and with "Bah!" With a "click", I turned into a big painted face, and with a "click", my mother pressed the shutter of the camera and took a picture of this funny scene. The three of us continued to fight.

Laughter and shouts echoed in the sky for a long time.

Although it has been a few years since this incident, I can't help but laugh out loud every time I see this photo. How I wish I could go back to my childhood and have a snowball fight with my brothers! Memories of a Photo Whenever I see this photo, I think of those cute little parrots.

In the photo, a little girl is very busy, that is me, and there are two parrots flying next to her. These two parrots were bought when I was in third grade.

Once, when our family went to the flower market, I saw this pair of parrots and asked my mother to buy them. One of these parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue feathers on his face. He is a male parrot. I call him a parrot.

One has a pink nose and blue feathers. She is a female parrot. I call her Yanwu. I have developed a very good bond with my two little parrots and I love them very much.

They are very active. The parrot keeps singing songs that are more beautiful than the oriole every day, while the swallow dances nimbly up and down in the cage. Once I reached into the birdcage and wanted the parrot to stand on my hand.

I tried Yan Wu first. As soon as my hand touched its foot, it quickly bit me with its sharp and hard mouth, which made me scream in pain. : "Ah!" Then it quickly climbed onto the small swing in the cage. I thought: This bad Yan Wu, I’ll deal with you when it’s time to feed! When I feed them food, I only feed the parrots and not Yanwu. I hold it with my hand and feed the parrots on the side.

I thought: Haha! This is what you get for biting me! But when I wasn't paying attention, Yan Wu deftly flew out of the cage from my hand. I was startled and hurriedly put down the food and went to catch the flying Yan Wu. As for the parrot, she saw her companion going out. The door of the birdcage happened to be open, so she also flew out of the birdcage.

"Hey! Come back quickly and don't run away!" I was so anxious that I wanted to catch this one and that one, but I didn't know what to do. At this time, my mother happened to come out with a camera, and clicked to take a picture of this ridiculous scene.

Later, these two parrots were given away. Every time I see this photo, I can't help but laugh. At the same time, I miss my two little parrots and wish them more liveliness and health.

The Story of a Photo When I opened the photo album, a photo caught my eye. Take the express train of memory back to Yunnan Jade Dragon Snow Mountain Forest. 8. Composition: 400 words about the story in the photo

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry, to a person who has ideals and knows how to hide the crystal tears deep in his heart. Girls, in the process of growing up, is it just time that passes?

Opening the long-dusted photo album and letting my thoughts flow through it, I finally realized that what has passed the most is the cantabile years of my childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo. This is an extremely outstanding old photo that is very precious to me. In the photo, my sister and I stretched our hands into the blue sky to welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Remember, it was the Spring Festival. Due to the needs of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and our grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. Whenever I thought about being separated from my friends, I would hide in the hut and cry non-stop. Even during the Spring Festival, I was depressed. My grandparents knew that this would be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to liven up the family atmosphere, they encouraged my father to buy fireworks. Grandpa actually sang a Peking opera that he had not sung for many years.

I don’t understand why the parting moment is so lively.

My grandparents urged me and my sister to work hard and bring honor to our family, and they even gave each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and looked at the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I excitedly raised our hands to the sky. At that moment, the camera captured this eternally beautiful moment.

The moment we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us. Just watching, the silent air couldn't help but turn into snowflakes. Flying.

From the eyes of my family, I seemed to see the warm river of love; the long ribbon of love; and the hard rock-like hope.

It is true that the years have passed by like a song, but the true feelings and hopes that have been buried in childhood still exist; even if the sea is gone, the affectionate eyes will always be the driving force for me to move forward.

This photo carrying hope not only records my childhood smiling face, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown. 9. I want to write a 400-word essay about my story with Chinese characters

China’s language has a long history and has a long history. I am a descendant of Yan and Huang, and I love Chinese characters. In my eyes, Chinese characters are not rigid and lifeless. Symbols. Chinese characters have feelings, colors, and smells. They are not only magical and interesting, but also have a long history and rich culture. Every Chinese character contains a story; every Chinese character has a pair of bright eyes. Observe, reproduce, and describe the world; every Chinese character has a pair of big ears, which can listen, accept, and record this beautiful world; Chinese characters also have copper teeth and sharp teeth, telling us many beautiful things And the distant story... Yes, learning Chinese characters is actually approaching the long history of China's people and touching the beating pulse of more than two thousand years ago. It is Chinese characters that teach us to learn and introduce us to In a beautiful realm created by magical Chinese characters; it is Chinese characters that allow us to get close to Lu Xun, Bing Xin, Zhu Ziqing, and ***, and talk to them; it is Chinese characters that let us know the bravery of Wang Erxiao and the difficulty of the Red Army's Long March. The pointlessness of Huang Jiguang blocking the gun with his chest... It was precisely with the birth of square characters that all these seemingly impossible things have become a reality. As long as you open the book, in each picture and story in the past, Aren’t they all shown in front of you? Yes, Chinese characters can tell us the principles of life in a eloquent way... Isn't this the charm of Chinese characters? To love Chinese characters is to love one's motherland. I am a descendant of Yan and Huang, and I love Chinese characters.-.