How to write a composition about the story in the photo?

1. How to write a story (composition) in a photo? When a photo falls, the story of the photo is formed.

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 walk by himself is a little mouse! I was competitive and fell into my father's trap, shouting: 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'm scared! I stood there clutching the chains on both sides, afraid to move. Is the bridge going to break? Jingjing, 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.

How did he know that it was not his tactics that worked, but a brave little boy who gave me courage?

2. The story in the photo, how does this composition write the story in the photo? The first composition: the story in the photo is a photo that records a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion.

It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting. My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home.

The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins.

Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first. Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do.

I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied.

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

No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! "I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love! I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect.

Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever.

After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album. There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education.

It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.

The story time in the photo is like running water, flowing quietly day and night. I also grew from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to write tears in a notebook.

Put down the dusty photo album for a long time, and my thoughts began to roll. I touch every photo, and every photo tells a story about me and my childhood.

My eyes suddenly stopped at a photo with some yellow edges, and I smiled happily. In this photo.

There is a little girl wearing a skirt with croissants. She was crying in the sky. This is me. There is also a big boy who eats lollipops and laughs badly, and that is my brother. I remember it was an autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the store.

My brother wants to eat it, too. If I don't give it to him, he will give me bad brains. He lied to me that he could find a bigger and more beautiful lollipop in my mother's car basket, and whoever got it got it.

I really want it, so I have to get it At that time, I was too short to reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me, and I moved the stool to turn over my mother's basket.

I didn't find a lollipop in the basket. I was just about to ask my brother. Looking back, he was eating my lollipop! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I just sat on the ground and cried. It happened to be photographed by my aunt who just bought a camera.

It's been seven or eight years since this happened. Now think about it. I was really cute at that time.

This is the story that happened in my photo. Story in the photo Today, I took out my favorite photo again. Do you know what my favorite photo is? Just take a photo with the preschool children in the kindergarten as a souvenir, because I will leave the kindergarten soon to be a real primary school student.

Every morning, my parents and grandparents send us to kindergarten, where we study, eat and take a nap together. I am both happy and reluctant to leave kindergarten and classmates at once, because we have lived together for so long and don't want to be separated.

Seeing 46 familiar faces in the photo, I thought that 20 years later, some of us went to college and some of us also took part in the work. I wonder what we will be like in 40 years. Ah, I see, we will have white hair, like grandparents.

I must treasure this photo and let it accompany me to my old age. Chapter four: The story in the photos is twelve spring and autumn, and hundreds of photos I don't know have witnessed my growth.

Open the photo album and enjoy it page by page. The photos of my childhood are so cute. I often look at photos and sigh, "I am so old!" "Look at this photo, I am all smiles, my hands are open and my hands are crossed. What am I doing? By the way, there were guests at home that day, and I was excitedly introducing my room! Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud.

See that big bed? I saved money to buy a set of furniture in my room. I remember grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself.

Mother said anxiously, "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 to buy furniture, but my mother kept saying no. As for me, I must return it, and I'm also writing an iou carefully to prepare for installment payment.

3. How to write the story in the photo in the third grade composition?

It happened to be my grandfather's birthday when he was discharged from the hospital. We took a group photo. There should be many stories hidden in this photo. Let me tell you!

That night, Grandpa Sun went home and Sister Moon came out. Mom, dad and uncle are discussing which hotel to go to celebrate grandpa's birthday. They keep asking and asking, almost zero. Finally, they negotiated and went to Tongfu Hotel.

Another day has passed, and it's time to celebrate grandpa's birthday. At noon, it's time for everyone to eat. After a while, the birthday cake came. Brother Hua and I killed my brother and pushed the cake onto the platform. I helped my grandfather make a wish. Click, my father took this precious moment. In the cheers of everyone, I helped my grandfather to his seat again. My father spent more than two thousand yuan on this birthday party. Although he spent so much money, I am happy as long as my grandfather is happy.

Are there many stories in this photo? Are there many stories in your photos? How many/much? Tell it to everyone, too!

4. How to write the last paragraph of the story composition in the photo and tell an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. In this way, we will make our life better, our family happier, and let us

The story in the photo is in my album. My face always turns red every time I see this photo. At that time, I was six. Naively, I held a mop. You may ask, why do I blush when I see this photo? I will tell you slowly ... when I was a child, my mother would weigh you every few months. Grandma, who was mopping the floor, quickly put down the mop and picked me up. She said happily, "Hey, my baby has grown taller. In the future, we should eat more rice and eat more nutritious and delicious food, so that we can grow faster. At this moment, I was praised by my grandmother and looked at the mirror happily. Suddenly, I saw a mop beside the mirror. I look around. Hey, I accidentally found the mop. " I shouted in surprise, as if I had discovered a new continent. My mother and grandmother looked at each other in surprise and asked inexplicably, "Does the mop have an age?" I said solemnly, "can't you use your head?" Six years old, of course! " Mother asked doubtfully, "Why?" "Because the mop is as tall as me!" I am proud to say. Suddenly, everyone in the family laughed their heads off. My mother stifled her laughter and said, "Alas, silly child, mops have no height, only a useful life!" " ""no! "I am spoiled." Oh, let's listen to Tingting! "Grandma comforted me. My mother said solemnly, "well, I'll take a picture of Tingting and Mop to commemorate that they are the same height today." "So I opened it and left this special photo. Now it has grown a lot, and the mop only reaches the armpit. Because of that special friendship, I am still reluctant to throw it away.

6. Write a narrative of not less than 600 words with the story in the photo as the topic: The story in the photo has such a treasured photo in my photo album: there are four children in the photo, one of whom is me and the other three are my friends. Where did this photo come from? That has to start from last year.

Last summer vacation, I went back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. Everything here, I feel fresh and fascinating! Look, how clear the water is! That mountain is so beautiful! Look, look, my heart itches. I really want to feel "once I climb to the top of the mountain and have a look, I will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky." !

In the evening, three neighbors came to grandma's house, and the biggest one was light light blue. They looked at me at the door and smiled. I let them in soon, and soon we got to know each other.

The next day, we went climbing. Halfway up the mountain, my legs were weak and I was panting, so I said to them, "Let's go back." Light light blue smiled and said, "what's the matter? Loser, can't climb up? " Hearing the words "loser", I immediately got angry, so I ignored them and went down the mountain alone.

In the evening, light light blue looked down at me and said, "Today is my fault. I shouldn't laugh at you. " After listening to this sentence, my face suddenly turned red and I wanted to open my mouth to say something, but I didn't say a word. In fact, what I thought in my heart was that what happened this morning was mainly my fault, and I shouldn't lose my temper. If you are wrong, how can you blame them? Later, we climbed several more mountains. With their help, I climbed to the top of the mountain. From then on, I understood how important it is to be lenient with others.

In a blink of an eye, a summer vacation passed, and when light light blue and others heard that I was going back to school in the city, they were reluctant to go, so the four of us took a photo as a souvenir.

Now, every time I see this photo, I will think of the past scene. Looking at their appearance, I seem to hear them saying, "He Lv, come and play with us this summer vacation and climb mountains together!" " "I think, yes, I will definitely go to see them again in the summer vacation.

7. How to write the composition "The Story of Old Photos" and make an outline with "The Story of Old Photos". In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common to my classmates, but they are extremely precious to me. Just this one! My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. He is absent from all the full moon parties and family gatherings, and occasionally has a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there is always a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, I think it will be quieter to eat when my father is not at home. At my grandfather's 60th birthday party, my father actually haunted my father like a ghost, but surprisingly, my father turned off his cell phone. At the banquet, my parents and I laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me, and the three of us took pictures of happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile. I also specially enlarged the photo. Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see that picture in my mind and feel that my father is around. 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.

8. How do pupils write stories with photos? In my hazy thoughts, grandma will always have silver hair, and she will be charming when she smiles. Father said grandma was beautiful when she was young, and I believe my aunt was also very beautiful. It is said that she is a copy of grandma. I don't have much perceptual knowledge about my grandmother, only an old photo kept in my memory allows me to capture her loving figure. According to my parents, grandma is still a good-looking girl. I have been with my grandfather since I married him, and I have never left Beijing. Unexpectedly, grandpa died prematurely, leaving grandma alone. In order to take care of my grandmother, my father went to Beijing several times and asked her to live with me. She refused to say anything. She can't let go of her home, a place full of feelings and tears. It was not until I was born that my grandmother reluctantly left home and came to my parents to help my mother.

9. Write a composition and a photo with the topic of "The Story in the Photo" and record a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.