I didn't find the lollipop in the basket of the car. I was about to ask my brother, but when I looked back, I saw that he was holding my lollipop and chewing it! I thought he wanted it, but he never g

I didn't find the lollipop in the basket of the car. I was about to ask my brother, but when I looked back, I saw that 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 photos. 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 really 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!" Later I decided to borrow money from my mother and bought furniture, but my mother always said no. Returned. As for me, I must pay it back, and I wrote down the IOU seriously and prepared to pay it in installments. For me who rarely do housework, I decided to be more diligent this time. If I do a housework, my mother will remove a little "arrears"... In the morning, I got up early and started preparing breakfast. Although I often made mistakes at the beginning: custard The bag was not steamed, and there was too much jam... Slowly, I became more comfortable preparing breakfast. In the evening, I went to the balcony: collected the clothes, folded them, and put them in the closet... Just like that, a few months passed, Mom Feeling sorry, I said, "Forget it, don't do it, don't pay it back!" But I still insisted on my original decision and still happily did housework. When my mother told me that the "debt" had been paid off, I jumped for joy. At that time, I really realized the joy of reaping after hard work... I remember that I was in the fifth grade when I bought furniture, and this photo was taken in the sixth grade. Now I am in the seventh grade. After so long, I still Be proud of it. However, now that I think about it, I borrowed a lot of money from my mother to buy furniture. The labor fee was five yuan for each labor. I paid it off in such a short time. It must be my mother who was helping me. Therefore, I do more housework when I have time now. Although I want to help my mother, in my heart, this reason is also the main reason! Every time I see this photo, I run to the room, take a few glances, and then I can’t help but smile! A photo, a story, this is the story of me saving money to buy furniture; a photo, a harvest, this is an unforgettable harvest in my life! 2. Composition for the third grade of primary school! Stories in Photos

Growing up, I have taken countless photos, and among them, the most unforgettable one for me is this "football photo."

It was the summer vacation of 2012. One day, the weather was scorching hot, and the sun shone brightly on the earth, like a big fireball.

The cicadas on the tree were so hot that they kept shouting: "It's so hot! It's so hot!" Because playing football can not only exercise, but also relax the stressful study life, so I made an appointment with my friends - —Lu Jiayi, Yin Yihao, Yin Jianan, and Pan Weihao went to the open space downstairs to play football. As soon as we arrived at the 'football field', we were all talking about how to group into groups. Soon, Yin Yihao and Pan Weihao were the first to say that they wanted to play with me. group, leaving Lu Jiayi and Yin Jianan as a group.

The game started. Lu Jiayi made serious preparations, then took a step forward with his left foot, lifted his right foot, and kicked forward hard. The football flew over like a rocket. , Pan Weihao wanted to block the football with his feet, but the football flew from his feet. At this time, it was my turn to take action, and I made a 'volley shot' into the opponent's goal. The first half was over, and we were panting from exhaustion. After a 15-minute break, the second half started. Lu Jiayi’s ‘flying ball’ kicked into our goal, and they pulled the game back. Just when they were triumphant, Yin Yihao passed the ball to me, and I cleverly avoided the opponent's attack. An 'elevator ball' allowed me to win again. At this time, my mother quickly took this photo for us. In this way, the football was running back and forth under our feet. At the end of the game, we were all exhausted, but we made an appointment to play again next time

Photos are eternal memories, and photos are friendship Storage... I hope this photo can accompany me throughout my life.

3. Third grade composition: The story of the photo requires: 300~350 words, write the story behind each photo, and the protagonist is a 3-year-old

On my desk, there is an ordinary photo. However, in my eyes, it is no longer a photo, but a beautiful scene.

It was a crisp autumn day. My friends and mother and I went to the zoo to play. After a while, we finished the visit. Before we knew it, we walked into a meadow.

This grassland is so green! It’s like a prairie. The "grassland" is also decorated with delicate flowers. Like colorful gems. Turn the "grassland" into a graceful green world. At this time, my friend said happily: "We don't see such a beautiful place very often, so hurry up and take pictures!" As she said that, she quickly pulled me to a place with green grass and beautiful flowers. I couldn't help but make a "ye" gesture with my hands. Mom hurriedly pressed the shutter. "Click"! This precious beauty was left behind.

To this day, I still have not forgotten or discarded it, because it is an indelible memory of my childhood, a beautiful memory.

4. In the third grade composition, how to write the story in the photo

The story in the photo?

On the day my grandpa was discharged from the hospital, it happened to be my grandpa’s On my birthday, we took a group photo of a "birthday photo". There should be many stories hidden in this photo, so let me tell you about it! ?

That night, Father Sun went home and Sister Moon came out. Mom, dad, and uncle were discussing which hotel to celebrate grandpa’s birthday? They kept asking and asking. It was almost midnight, and they finally agreed to go to the "Tongfu Hotel". ?

Another day has passed, and the day to wish grandpa a birthday has come. Noon has arrived and it’s time for everyone to eat. After a while, the birthday cake came. My brother and I pushed the cake to the podium. I helped my grandpa on the stage and asked him to make a wish. Click, dad took a photo of this precious moment. Amidst everyone's toasts and wishes, I helped Grandpa to his seat again. During this birthday party, my father spent more than two thousand a day. Although he spent so much money, as long as grandpa is happy, I will be happy too. ?

Does this photo have many stories? Do your photos also have many stories? How many? Let’s tell everyone about it too! ?

5. Composition about the story of my family, third grade.

It only takes three to four hundred words to write something casually

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6. Composition "Stories in Photos" of 400 words

Writing ideas: You can write about where the photo was taken, with whom it was taken, under what circumstances it was taken, what its significance is, and how you feel when you see the photo now. .

Text:

Time flies, we go from strangers to familiarity, from meeting to parting. Every time I see that photo, his bright smile always appears in my mind; every time I think of the time with him, my heart can't help but be filled with joy; every time I think of the reluctant scene when parting with him, my heart is full of love. He misses infinitely. ah! friend! It's been a long time since I've been apart from you. How are you now?

I remember that when we first entered elementary school, we were at the same table, but because we met for the first time, we didn’t know each other. It was his small gesture that deeply touched me. From then on, we became inseparable good friends.

What a coincidence. My mother and his mother were old classmates many years ago. After graduation, we both went out to work hard and lost contact. But by coincidence, he and I entered the same elementary school, and their two old classmates met again.

As time went by, our relationship became more and more harmonious, and the number of photos of the shooting locations naturally increased, and even a thick photo album could not fit in them. In the summer after I graduated from elementary school, we made an appointment to climb Mount Huangshan together.

At the beginning, we were all energetic and ran upwards as fast as an arrow off the string. But when I ran halfway up the mountain, I was so tired that I sat down on a moss-covered stone. As he ran towards me, he said loudly: "Persistence is the key to victory." After saying that, he continued to run upward. Not to be outdone, I stood up again and quickly caught up with him.

In this way, we encouraged and supported each other all the way, and finally reached the top of the mountain. I opened my arms and let the cool breeze hit my face, my heart filled with joy and excitement. Suddenly, his crisp voice came again: "Perseverance is the best gift I can give you before I leave." My eyes couldn't help but blurred, but at the same time, a bright smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

We all held each other tightly and shed loving tears. This scene was photographed by two mothers hiding aside. After the photo was developed, I used the wooden photo frame he made and placed it on the most conspicuous table so that I would always remember him and the photo he gave to me. The most precious gift.

That was the last time I saw him. But I firmly believe that I will treasure this photo for the rest of my life and protect our friendship.

Time flies, and I have been separated from him for more than half a year, but his image will always be deep in my mind and can never be erased.

Ah! friend! I wonder how you are now?

7. A 300-word composition about the story in the photo

Key points: First describe what this photo reminds me of, then describe in detail the causes and consequences of this photo, and finally use this story to What an impact I had.

Text:

"Oh my god, I can't walk!" Every time I see this photo, I think of this sentence.

It was a summer vacation. When my friends and I visited the Henan Opera Museum, we experienced the jokes made by Hua Dan while walking.

Visiting the opera costume area, the teacher brought us girls to the stage and taught us how to walk as a female actor. The teacher said that Huadan is the most beautiful character in the opera, but women in ancient times had to abide by many rules, so when walking, Huadan should show the gracefulness, dignity and grace of ancient women.

After saying that, the teacher demonstrated for us: when Huadan stands, her feet make a T-step and her hands make orchid fingers; when walking, she walks with lotus steps, and her face must have a matching expression to show her intelligence and liveliness. ...After listening to this, we were all stunned. It turned out that it was so difficult for women in ancient times to walk!

It was our turn to perform. We lined up in a line, and as soon as we took two steps, the people in the audience were already laughing. I looked to both sides and saw everyone walking in a mess. I was no better. When I wanted to move, I forgot about the expression. When I noticed the expression, I couldn't keep up with the movement. I was in a hurry. The event ended with laughter. Although our girls performance failed, I think this is the most meaningful thing.

It turns out that I think opera is a program for the elderly. This time, it changed my view on opera. Opera is our country’s traditional culture and the art of life. Every part of the opera contains the love of life and the love of beauty.

8. There are unforgettable stories hidden in the photos of my home. A 300-word essay

One day, my parents went to work, and I was the only one at home. I was very bored, and suddenly , I thought of my photo album, which contains my sweet memories. So, I spent a lot of effort, turned the house upside down, and finally found it. When I opened it, a photo fell out, "Ah! This is not the picture of me and my parents in Chengdu." The family photo taken in Qingcheng Mountain!" I said in surprise, thinking back that it had been several years. It was one day during the summer vacation. My father drove a car and came to this place with us. This is a tourist resort. The mountains and plains here are green. Even the river there was reflected green by the green trees. We came to the small By the stream, there were some big rocks in the stream, so we stood on them and took this family photo. You see, I was still riding on my father's shoulders, playing the game of "flying on a plane"! My mother was also standing by, with a smile on her face. My father grabbed my slender legs with both hands and stood blankly. His eyes were wide open and his eyebrows were raised. He looks ridiculous now. This picture This photo is the best one I have ever taken. I have to keep it carefully so that my descendants can see what their great ancestors looked like, hehe!

9. A 300-word essay about unforgettable moments and a story about family photos

The year I was born, five peach trees were planted in front of my grandfather’s house. I don’t know what they mean.

Every year, the flowers bloom and fall, which is so beautiful. Even though I was young and didn't understand this beauty, I only knew that it looked good. My friends and I played on the ground full of petals, swinging on weak branches, and sometimes cruelly broke off a few branches, picked off the petals bit by bit, and scattered them on the ground. Another gust of wind blew, and another burst of flowers fell, falling on me and on the ground, like a small pink sea. When it gets a little bigger, the tree grows like me and starts to bear peaches. I don't like this, because they attract insects and make the whole peach forest look haggard. I began to hate it and rarely played under the tree anymore.

Later, when I went to school, I never saw that pink sea again. When I occasionally go to my grandpa's house during the holidays, all I can see are incomplete leaves. I no longer want to get close to that small peach forest. In my impression, they are getting older and haggard year by year, and they no longer have youth or beauty.

Another year passed, and I finally had the opportunity to go to my grandfather’s house in the spring. I seemed to have seen countless insects eating the leaves, and a sense of desolation came to my heart. Before I had time to think about it, a faint fragrance quietly slipped beside me. The pink sea and the familiar branches. This time the flowers seemed more beautiful than before. A familiar wind blew like it did when I was a child, and the pink clouds on the branches were blown away, falling on me like they did when I was a child. I hope time can stop for me, even just for a moment, so that I can enjoy this long-lost beauty again and retain the beauty of this moment. But I can't keep it. It has laid a pink carpet on the earth like it did when it was a child, and it is still beautiful. It wasn't until that day that I realized: It can still be beautiful.

The petals are still the same, the fragrance is still the same, and the feeling is still the same, but there is a difference because it blooms so beautifully.

Carrying the nostalgia of my childhood, I left, imagining what it would be like to see the peach blossoms again next year.

The winter that year seemed to be particularly cold. I came to my grandpa’s house again and wanted to see the peach trees in winter, but there was nothing. They died due to insect infestation, and they released all their beauty before, allowing me to look at it one last time and see its last beauty.

In front of me is the pink color flying in the wind, the beauty released for me.

10. Third grade essay title: "The Story in the Photo" Ending of the Family Portrait

The Story in the Photo

Lying on the bed is comfortable, in the belly of the mother After three days and three nights of ideological struggle, I was finally born! Although it stinks a bit, it’s still the product of my mother and father, so I’m not the one to blame. Hee hee...

——Inscription

Born on April 15, 1996;

Five-thirty in the afternoon: caesarean section; premature birth Son;

At seven o'clock in the evening: My mother woke up, hugged me and cried bitterly, rubbing my face desperately, alas! My face is as smooth and tender as snow, and I'm going to cry too!

...

It was the mother who noticed it first:

One kick came over her round belly, and another kicked her. The mother was in pain. Grind your teeth loudly. My father was very anxious and rushed my mother to the second hospital. At that time, the Second Courtyard was only more than 200 meters away from my home. My father, a former field athlete, rushed out like an arrow. This is nothing surprising, but there is also my mother - a pregnant woman in labor. This is incredible! Passers-by all looked at me with admiration. Looking back at it now, I feel quite proud.

When we arrived at the Second Hospital, there was a power outage! This hit our family like a bolt from the blue. If I hadn’t been born in time, maybe I would have been born on the way, or maybe I would have died on the way! The doctors at the Second Hospital were so uninterested that they kicked my mother and father out. My mother was very confused and stood blankly at the door of the hospital. To the left is the First People's Hospital, and to the right is the Women's Hospital. Where are we going? At this time, I kicked my foot to the right, and my mother insisted: "Go to the maternity hospital!"

In order to save my new life that was not yet born and was about to be born, my father spent a lot of money to get an abortion. After getting sick, I went to the Women's Health Hospital on the right. On the operating table, I changed my appearance and refused to come out. This made everyone present anxious. They gave me labor-stimulating drugs and saline solution, but they had no effect at all. Two days later, my mother was completely exhausted. Later, my father described that my mother was like a hen with weak breathing, struggling in the henhouse.

It’s mid-April, it’s still spring, and there’s still a cool air among the leaves. At 10:25 pm on April 14, 1996, my mother couldn't bear it any longer and strongly requested an abortion. The doctor had no choice but to agree. At 5:30 pm on April 15, 1996, a newborn baby was born 20 days premature! However, when I was just born, I seemed to be a little smelly and a little fatter, but as the saying goes, "a woman's eighteen transformations", I'm not sure, I can still turn into a "Xi Shi II"!

This photo is said to have been taken in the hospital. This is also my only photo taken in the hospital. Although she was still crying, she was still very happy. Young parents, young families. Because of me, this newborn, everything has become extra joyful!

The weather is getting hotter and the sun appears in the sky again. Listen! There was a clear and melodious sound of birdsong in the distance...

Postscript: How was it? My birth story is pretty amazing. Looking back now, it was really a false alarm! To tell you the truth, when my mother told me this, even I couldn’t believe it was true! Of course, I am still very grateful to my mother, who endured all the hardships for me; Oh, I forgot, I also want to thank my father, because of him, my mother was able to give birth to me smoothly.

If you have your own memorable photo stories, be sure to share them with everyone. The plot of the story does not have to be thrilling, twists and turns, as long as it is meaningful, please contact me quickly, I look forward to your visit!