The story composition of the photo

In daily study, work and life, everyone writes a composition, which people use to achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. So, how to write a composition? The following is the story composition of a photo I arranged for you. I hope it will help you.

A photo story composition 1 I flipped through the photo album at home with relish and flipped through it to see a photo of me and my father and the snowman. I laughed so happily in the photo that the snowman's curved banana mouth seemed to giggle. ...

It's a snowy morning. I went downstairs to the snow and looked around. The world is so white and the snowflakes are so crystal clear. My father and I walked in the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

My father and I came to the wetland park. I saw the thick snow and wanted to make a snowman with my father. I asked my father and he agreed.

I quickly ran to the grass with thick snow, and soon made a big snowball, then made a small snowball and put it on the head of the big snowball. I put a carrot in the center of my face to make its long nose, took a twig as its hand, made its eyes with two pebbles, and drew a curved banana mouth with a red marker. With the cooperation of my father, a lovely snowman was born.

To my surprise, our snowman is staring at me. It's so cute-its snow-white body is round, its hands are raised in the air, as if waving to us, its pointed nose breathes the beauty of snow and the joy of children, and its curved mouth smiles so sweetly like eating candy.

Looking at this lovely snowman, it is rare to see such heavy snow in Guiyang. I suggest that someone take a picture of me, my father and the snowman as a souvenir.

Snowman, you have added joy to the snow and happy memories to my childhood! Every time I see this photo, I can't help sighing to myself-

Thank you, lovely snowman!

A photo, story and composition 2. It was when I was 6 years old. I left my favorite parents and followed my teacher, Miss Ding, to the distant and beautiful Vienna.

Why go to Vienna? This has to start when I learned to sing. I have been learning to sing since I was four years old. One day, Mr. Ding said that he would choose some children who sang well to perform in Vienna. Each of us is looking forward to that day with great joy, looking forward to it, and finally it's time to announce the news. When I heard the good news of being selected, I jumped with excitement, but I didn't know how much challenge I would face.

That year's National Day, we rehearsed every day, singing thirsty, and practiced until Teacher Ding was satisfied. Teacher Ding encouraged us to "take one minute on stage and ten years off stage". Through rehearsal, we deeply realized the meaning of this sentence and rehearsed it more seriously. Finally achieved the goal, waiting for the day to go abroad.

The day of going abroad is coming, and my father will take me to the airport. This is not an ordinary trip, because my parents don't have time to accompany me, so I can only travel with Teacher Ding alone. At the moment when I was about to leave my father, I couldn't help crying, tears streaming down my face, but I bravely boarded the plane with my suitcase.

After ten hours' flight, we arrived in Vienna, which is called "the city of music". The Golden Hall where we performed is the oldest concert hall in Vienna, with a history of 100 years!

When I entered the Golden Hall, I saw glittering sculptures and charming murals. What a beautiful concert hall!

When we finished singing those beautiful and moving songs, the audience gave a warm applause. I am very proud, because this is my first time to go abroad and my first time to perform on stage, and I have no parents to accompany me. I love this meaningful trip, and I love this beautiful photo.

A photo story composition 3 always comes to mind a photo taken by Brother Tong and me for the first time in the strawberry garden. Look, Brother Tong and I are leaning together, standing between two rows of strawberries, smiling, while Brother Tong is carrying a basket full of big and red strawberries in his left hand.

That afternoon, my father drove me to see Brother Tong and set out to pick strawberries together. When I arrived at the strawberry garden, I saw a little red in the green leaves, as if red fish were swimming around in the green ocean. "ah! A lot of strawberries! " Brother Tong and I cried with excitement!

Brother Tong can't wait to pick strawberries. I quickly stopped him and said, "Brother Tong, you forgot your basket!" " I quickly handed him the basket and went to pick strawberries together. We lowered our heads, held the leaves in our hands, and carefully searched for strawberries hidden under the leaves. Suddenly, Brother Tong shouted, "Kevin, there are many strawberries here!" " I hurried over to have a look, ah! What a big strawberry. At this time, "Brother Tong" pulled hard and accidentally pulled out the strawberry with fruit and leaves. The old woman who planted strawberries came over and said with distress, "Children, how can you pick strawberries like this?" ! You should grab the strawberry with one hand and carefully pick it off the fruit base with the other! "

We picked it happily according to grandma's method, and unconsciously, we picked a big basket of big and red strawberries. Seeing our tacit understanding, my aunt smiled and said, "You are so close, you might as well take a picture as a souvenir." When the shutter flashed, my aunt recorded this wonderful time for us.

Summer vacation is coming to an end. I wish I could play with Brother Tong again in the summer vacation.

I have taken countless photos since I was a child, and the most unforgettable one is this photo taken during my trip to Huangshan Mountain.

On the first day of this year-New Year's Day, my family traveled to Huangshan, where the scenery was beautiful.

After a day's travel, we were all very tired and fell asleep soon. But the next day, my brother and I woke up early. We went to the window and opened the curtains. We were immediately shocked by what we saw. The world outside the window has turned white. We were both very excited. We woke everyone up and dragged them to climb the mountain.

We walked slowly in the mountains, just before dawn. It's very quiet in this hazy Zhongshan, and you can only see a piece of whiteness along the way. After a while, the sun came out of the mountains. When the rising sun shed the first ray of sunshine, I suddenly found: rime! Under the sunshine, this crystal clear rime sparkles and is beautiful. Everyone was attracted by the beautiful figure of Snow Girl who arrived overnight. Look! She left a beautiful figure in pavilions, cedars, open spaces and lakes. Hey! Look! How wonderful the icicles on this pavilion are! There are long and short, uneven, different in thickness and shape. Everyone walks, watches and chats, lingering back and forth, relaxed and happy. Dad held the camera and pressed the shutter desperately, and grandpa also held the camera, not wanting to miss a beautiful scene. I quickly found a beautiful little tree, stood in front of it and asked my father to come and take pictures of me. I snapped this photo. A little girl in a red down jacket is standing in front of a tree and smiling at you!

This trip to Huangshan gave me an unexpected surprise, and I will keep this trip in mind.

A photo story composition 5 My mother is a photographer. From birth, I like to record my life with photos. Among my many photos, one is particularly interesting: our father and son are lying on the edge of the bathtub, staring at it. Want to know what we're looking at? It starts with a trip during the summer vacation.

I remember a few days when the heat was unbearable, so my family decided to go to the famous seaside town of Xiangshan for the summer. After dinner, the sunset gradually faded, and we couldn't wait to catch the sand crab hiding in the sand hole. A bucket, a shovel and a flashlight. Let's take these simple things and go!

When we arrived at the seaside, the night was completely low, the stars were shining in the sky, and the sea was patting the beach and rocks. Under the guidance of moonlight, we look for the target like night rangers.

The four of us scattered our actions and wandered aimlessly on the beach with flashlights. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black shadow. When I looked intently, it was an extremely thin sand crab. In the light, it's staring at me, too. We have one big eye and one small eye.

The sand crab reacted very quickly. Before I jumped forward, the wind at her feet wheezed away like a speedboat. I shouted and followed closely. Not far away, my father heard the sound and quickly covered the fast-moving sand crab with a shovel. I saw my father carefully lift a shovel, then hold its shell and put the claws of "big pliers" into the sand bucket.

The first sand crab caught here is my blind cat meets dead mouse. Next, we dug a tunnel by looking for a bunker and caught three more, two of which were husband and wife crabs found in the same hole.

Back to the hotel, we put the sand crabs in the bathtub and watched them chase inside with relish. Mom also took the opportunity to capture the moment when our father and son were "stupid". Every time I see this photo, I will recall the happy time when I caught crabs.

A photo story composition 6 Open an old photo album, which is full of my memories. I watched it again and again. A photo of visiting nanxi river caught my attention. I miss it so much. Let me tell you something:

One summer vacation, it was hot and sunny. My parents and I went to nanxi river to play. I was only two years old at that time, and I can't remember. I learned all this from my mother. The scenery in nanxi river is beautiful, and I want to sigh in my heart, but I don't know how to say it. A fishing boat passed by my father and held me on the shore to see the mountains and water. What I saw was not these, but sausages spinning in a canteen machine. My father tried to distract me, so he put on his swimming trunks and carried me to the river. I didn't know when I first entered the water. It was fine at first, but when I felt cold, I found myself in a clear river. I raised my voice and said the two words I had just learned: "No". My father answered me in that gruff voice: "Don't what? How happy it is to swim once. "

I can swim, my father swims around with me in his arms, and I gradually get used to enjoying the fun of playing with water. I splash my brother, my mother and my cousin. They are a little dry and wet. I had a good time and smiled. "Ha ha." Very unhappy, I was playing in the river, flapping the water. When my mother saw it, she immediately took all this with her camera.

I opened the photo album and saw the photo. That's my childhood memory.

A photo story composition 7 I saw a real photo in the textbook, which was a real scene taken by a reporter on August 28, 1937. It was a record of Japan's atrocities in bombing Shanghai Railway Station.

My thoughts also crossed to that day. Passers-by are in a hurry to leave. The railway station is very crowded, immobile and full of noise. People want to escape by train. Suddenly, a bomber hovered in the sky, and the sound of enemy planes buzzing everywhere. I don't know who panicked and shouted: "The Japanese bomber is coming!" The crowd was a mess and many people were trampled on the ground. With a bang, the missile fell to the ground, and many people were blown to the sky, bloody and fell in a pool of blood. A straight overpass split in two, pressing the fleeing people below, surrounded by reinforced concrete, sawdust and collapsed houses. The Japanese aggressors continued to bomb, and their grinning came from time to time in the sky. Groans, cries for help and cries are endless. Smoke billowed around, making people confused about the southeast and northwest, and filled them with endless despair. Both sides of the avenue were covered with black fragments, and broken walls was scattered on the ground. ......

There is a little boy. His name is Wang Hai. His parents fell between the ruins to protect him. Wang Hai looked at the sky and shouted, "Mom and Dad, where are you?" ? There is silence everywhere. I'm so scared! Don't leave me! "Wang hai's eyes rolled with tears, sitting on a board, falling off, holding the board with his hands, very confused, what about his parents? He sighed with a heartbreaking cry on his face. While he was watching, a train split in two and the tracks were in a mess. Bang, Wang Hai was killed by a missile falling from the sky. Before he died, he muttered: Peace! Peace! Peace!

I went back to 20xx, and passed on Wang Hai's wish to gun makers and gunmen all over the world, making them understand: for the sake of children no longer being homeless, for the sake of children no longer losing their loved ones, and for the sake of children no longer being filled with the smoke of war. We should take action to stop the war and let the god of peace live on the earth forever!

A photo story composition 8 Open a thick photo album, and familiar faces come into my eyes again. Look! When we were playing, I smiled so brightly at that photo. There is an interesting story behind this photo!

The background of the photo is towering trees and grotesque mountains. I stood in front of the tree, and there was a bag next to it, which contained delicious snacks. At that time, I was wearing a black and white skirt, carrying a lovely "Mickey Mouse" and wearing a small sun hat on my head. If you look carefully, you will find a doubt. Why do I smile so unnaturally, and I still have snacks in my left hand? This reminds me of the scene at that time.

On May 3rd, 20xx, because it was a May Day holiday and I was idle at home, I came to Chaya Mountain in Zhumadian with my father and brother. Although Chaya Mountain is not as majestic as the Five Mountains and as thrilling as Huangshan Mountain, it can also let me appreciate how unique and unparalleled the "masterpiece of nature" is! When we were tired of playing and wanted to taste "delicious food", my father suddenly let me pass. What a coincidence! My stomach is playing ode to joy! So, I passed reluctantly, but my father wanted to take a picture of me. I stood there motionless, showing such a stiff and unnatural "smile". At this time, I found my brother eating snacks, and my mouth could not help but shed saliva. My father seized the opportunity and snapped this photo.

Now you know where this doubt lies! Just below the left corner of my mouth, those transparent liquids-saliva! Every time I see this photo, I smile unnaturally.

Although time has passed for a long time, this matter will remain in my heart forever and will leave me with a permanent memory!

In my photo album, there is a photo of me 10 months or so. In the photo, I am riding a fluffy puppy doll. It was winter. I'm wearing a hat, a scarf around my neck, thick clothes and a red nose. You may think it is frozen red, but it is not. ...

It's a long story That day, I learned to walk in a walker. My mother told me something, so I went downstairs. I was young and didn't know anything. I followed my mother to go downstairs, as if walking on a flat road. Who knows, as soon as I stepped out with one foot, I felt something was wrong. Then, I fell down the stairs. My mother turned around when she heard this. The moment I stopped, my whole brain didn't think anything, but I quickly reacted and burst into tears. My mother panicked and asked my father to help me up, take out the walker and touch my head. At this time, my father came running and looked at me from head to toe like a porcelain appraiser. He took a deep breath and said, "Fortunately, the quality of this walker is good, not very serious, but the nose is a little bruised."

Later, my parents sent me to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. According to their memories, the doctor said, "The child is fine elsewhere. It is this nose that has left sequelae and is prone to nosebleeds. Please be careful with your children in the future and stop touching your nose. "

So, from now on, I have another "arduous" job: protecting my nose.

Whenever I see this photo of my red nose in the photo album, I always think of my sad past and always touch my fragile nose. This incident also warned me that I should think twice before doing anything in the future. Although I am still young, this photo left an unforgettable memory for me. ...

A photo story composition 10 Open a photo album full of memories, see a photo of a child, and recall the story of being a "flower cat" at that time.

This photo was taken on my fifth birthday. At that time, my face was covered with cream, and so was my hair. At this time, I pouted and frowned. I pretended to be angry like a little old woman, but I was flattered.

That day, my father took the cake and my mother took the candy. We rushed into my class, that is, the class with big bags and small bags (1). As soon as the students saw the cake and candy, they rushed up and surrounded me and my parents. My teacher said, "Today is Jiang Tao's fifth birthday in our class. Let's congratulate him together! " "Wow ..." A burst of warm applause sounded, and my mood was extremely pleasant at that moment.

When we first started sharing cakes, everyone had a candle on their cake. After lighting the fire, everyone in our class took a deep breath and blew on the candle in front of us. It's like a tornado coming at this time. All the candles went out and everyone asked, "What's your wish?" I smiled and said, "I can't tell you yet."

My deskmate put some cream on my hand when I wasn't looking, leaving a handprint on my face. When you watch it, I put cream on my face, and then I become a "big cat". At this time, my mother fixed this moment with photos, and I was also "photographed".

At this time, my mood was extremely happy and I received everyone's blessing and concern for me.

A photo story composition 1 1 Whenever I open my dad's QQ space photo album, I will see a photo that makes my thoughts fly. ......

This photo was taken by Chen Shujun and I at Changsha Railway Station last June. 10. At that time, we were preparing to visit the charming window of the world with adults. There is a huge fountain in the center of the flower bed near the railway station, which constantly sprays water mist flowers. "This is really spectacular!" I can't help admiring. At this time, my father took out his mobile phone, pointed it at the camera, and snapped this photo. The fountain looming like a fairyland became the background of the photo. This photo of us smiling and dancing reminds me of that beautiful trip to Changsha.

The trip to Changsha in my memory not only has countless wonderful scenery, but also has a thrilling and different kind of happiness. In the colorful window of the world, we experienced the fresh excitement of Mars hitting the earth, galactic exploration, dynamic spacecraft, space flying chairs and pirate rocking boats, watched the thrilling tomato fight, saw carefree peacocks, visited various buildings, experienced the fun of archery and enjoyed the jewel-like Guanyin ... In the mysterious underwater world, we saw heroic sharks, magnificent birds, beautiful birds, beautiful birds. Walking leisurely in the undersea tunnel is like being on the magical seabed, freely shuttling among various marine fish, enjoying the fascinating underwater world and touching the mysterious and colorful underwater world at close range. What naturally makes people linger is the wonderful and endless happiness!

This photo will be the best memory of my childhood and will be engraved in my heart forever!

A photo story composition 12 There is a very precious photo on my desk. The little girl in the photo is wearing a brand-new school uniform, snow-white sneakers and carrying a brand-new schoolbag, standing at the school gate, squinting and smiling in the bright sunshine. That little girl is me.

September 20xx 1 is an exciting and uneasy day for me. That day, I got up early and urged my mother to put on her new school uniform and shoes and carry a new schoolbag. After dressing up, I stood in front of the mirror and looked around. I was very excited and thought, I'm going to be a primary school student. I have grown up. I can do many things I want to do. On the way to school, I sat in the car and felt a little uneasy, thinking: How is the new school? Will the teacher be strict? What's the new class reunion like? A series of questions, inexplicably emerged. It's almost school, and I can see the big brothers and sisters at the school gate welcoming us little brothers and sisters. They are all energetic, smiling and very kind. I followed my mother out of the car, took her hand and walked nervously to school. It's almost the school gate, and my palms are a little sweaty. My mother turned her head and smiled and said to me, "Baby, don't be nervous. You are going to be a pupil. You must be brave. " At this time, a teacher at the school gate came over, took my hand and said with a smile, "Welcome new students to our school." The affable appearance of the teacher immediately made me feel very warm. I let go of my mother's hand and walked to school. Suddenly, I heard my mother calling me, "Yu Youbing, turn around and I'll take a picture of you." The beautiful and precious moment of "click" was recorded in this way.

Unconsciously, it has been four years. Every time I see this photo, I will think of what I used to look like. Now that I am the squadron leader, I will continue to work hard to make myself better.

A photo story composition 13 A photo is an interesting story, a photo is an unforgettable memory and a photo is a good mood. My family keeps nearly a thousand photos, which record my unforgettable memories from birth to now.

One day, I was leafing through my photo album when suddenly, a photo caught my eye.

You see, a 7-year-old me, with flowers in my hand, slightly bent feet, a blank face, a confused face, a pouting mouth, seems to have a little secretly pleased! In an instant, the scene at that time came to mind: in the bustling crowd, a boy braved the biting cold wind and didn't sell a flower for more than half an hour. He lowered his head, holding a red rose in one hand and a gold-plated rose in the other, kicking pebbles on the ground one by one. Suddenly, an uncle came up to him and bought flowers from him. The little boy quickly picked out the biggest and most beautiful one and handed it to his uncle. Who knows, uncle shook his hand and said with a smile, "Little friend, this flower is for you." The little boy was shocked at once, and his outstretched hand stopped in midair, not knowing what to say. Uncle smiled, stepped forward, gently shook the boy's hand and told him, "You are great!" " "At this time, the mother of the boy hiding in the distance quickly pressed the camera and took this photo. ...

Whenever I see this precious photo, I will think of my uncle with a warm smile in the cold winter; Remembering the first life experience that didn't go well for me was warm and encouraging; It was because of the inspiration and emotion at that moment that I persisted in taking the first step that night and gained more surprises. Looking at myself dumbfounded in the photo, I couldn't help laughing!

Who said that photos only represent the past, it will also bring us inspiration and joy. These stories are my most precious wealth!

A photo story composition 14 I have a photo in which I took a story about eating stinky tofu when I was a child.

My mother took me to the county seat when I was five years old. We went to the supermarket first, and then my mother took me to the amusement park. In the amusement park, take the train for a while and take the roller coaster for a while. My stomach growled. We walked out the door. At this time, a strange smell jumped into my nose and made me greedy! I deliberately asked, "Mom, what's that smell?" It smells good! "

My mother seemed to have guessed my thoughts and took my hand: "Go and have a look!" " "

I saw a stall on the roadside, full of people. I squeezed my head in and saw a stove and a pot. In the plate by the fire, pieces of stinky tofu are neatly placed. They are like "black dolls" who just rolled out of the coal pile.

I saw the boss pick up the "black doll" with long chopsticks and swished down the pot to eat. Turn them over with long chopsticks, and the "black doll" is covered with "golden armor", accompanied by the sound of frying.

"Boss, have one." Mom calls first. The boss skillfully selected several "golden dolls", squeezed hot sauce, sprinkled chopped green onion and handed it to me. Red hot sauce, green chopped green onion and stinky tofu from Huang Chengcheng are put in a white box, and the colors are very bright. Everything looks delicious!

"Ah, it's hot!" I didn't care whether it was hot or not, so I took a big bite. The "golden armor" outside is crunchy. It's soft and white, sweet and spicy. At this time, I picked up another piece and bit it in my mouth. A stream of Chili juice came out of his mouth.

"Click", the story of a little girl wearing glasses and a suspender skirt eating stinky tofu on the roadside is fixed in this photo.

A photo story composition 15 Autumn is the most beautiful all year round. 10 5, the sky is clear and blue as the sea. Dad took me to Tianjin Haichang Polar Ocean World. In the distance, I saw a building that looked like a whale.

Facing the fiery red sun, my father and I lined up in a long line and finally got tickets. I ran to the gate as fast as I could. As soon as I entered the door, I saw two white whales swimming gracefully in the sea. Their eyes are like two black chess pieces. My aunt told us not to use the flash, which would hurt its eyes. I quickly reminded my father to turn off the flash.

Then we came to the place where penguins live. They are really a big family! Some are playing on the ice, some are playing in the water and some are in a daze. It walks like my little brother downstairs. Finally, my father and I walked into the performance hall. My father told me that about 3500 people can sit here, and the performance will start immediately, and my mood becomes excited. First, two black sea lions came up. They can clap, kiss and do math problems! I quickly asked my father to take pictures. With the music playing, three dolphins appeared. Their bodies are smooth and their tails are like scissors. As soon as the breeder blows the whistle, they jump hard. Everyone cheered and watched them release the red ball hanging on their bodies.

How time flies! My father and I walked out of the aquarium with the crowd. My father asked me how I felt, and I immediately replied, "Come again next time!" " "

I like aquariums, and I like these animals in the ocean. When I went home, my father developed the photos for me to see. I jumped for joy. These beautiful photos are really unforgettable!