The story of the photo, excellent composition

In ordinary daily life, many people have written compositions, which are composed of words. After people's thinking, express a theme through language organization. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is the excellent composition of the photos I arranged for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 1 After graduation, I can only leave one graduation photo. -inscription

In the shallow twilight, carefree time slips through your fingers, and you can't catch it, just like graduation photo, who is not in the depths of the world of mortals. When you look back, you can't find it, but you can't see it, leaving only one place. It is covered with dust in memory, but it cannot disappear at the bottom.

Before recalling the photo shoot, a trace of bitterness welled up in my mind.

For me, this is an unforgettable loss. Looking back that summer, the fiery red sun seemed to be full of vitality and vitality, so brilliant. We put on school uniforms and red scarves and stood in rows on the playground. The smile on our faces even exceeds the sun, brilliant and beautiful, so dazzling. My heart seems to be filled with honey, which is unforgettable sweetness. Because this is the last time we take pictures together. "Eggplant", our innocent smile will always be fixed at that moment. Looking at familiar and unfamiliar faces, it seems full of nostalgia for the past and longing for the future.

Just after the dissolution, the students took out their mobile phones in unison, and treasured every classmate and place on campus in their mobile phones for a long time. At this time, the enemy became a friend; At this time, I heard laughter; At this time, I saw a piece of harmony; At this point, the students looked back at the campus where they had lived for six years with tears in their eyes, and then went their separate ways like watching a movie. They thought they were strong, but the moment they turned around, tears welled up in their eyes. Since then, I have embarked on a new journey of life. Maybe I will see you soon, maybe I will see you again in the foreseeable future. ...

The kite will always fly far, but its thread remains on the ground; Cooking smoke will always fly far away, but its source remains in the house; We always fly away, but the footprints are left on the playground of our alma mater. ...

Graduation photo is not a simple photo, but a youth fixed in memory.

When I was bored, I began to look at the collection in my "baby box". Inadvertently saw Gorky's Childhood, and on a whim, I flipped through it.

Suddenly some photos fell from the book, and I don't remember when they were sandwiched in the book.

In the first picture, I saw myself as a child, maybe only 2 months old at that time, and I was held by my aunt, which seemed very happy! Take a closer look, wow! Mom's right. I was really ugly when I was a child. The nose is flat and a little black. Whenever my mother says that, I always contradict her, just you look good! Only you look good!

The second photo was taken when my cousin and I were standing on the stairs. It was night and it was winter. If you don't look carefully, it's really a bit like two penguins! In fact, at that time, I was a little similar to my 6-year-old cousin!

The third photo is me, my brother and my cousin eating ice cream. On that day, I vaguely remember that it was because I monopolized TV for a long time that my brother and cousin joined forces to "protest". After discussion, I asked them to buy ice cream to cool off. In fact, I sent them two "foodies" to buy, and I can continue to watch TV. Therefore, ginger is still old and spicy. Ha ha.

The last photo was when I taught my brother to write his name, when he was 5 years old. I managed to teach him to write his own name. I said to him, "Write down your name and let me have a look." I can see that he is serious and thinks that the result will be good, but the reality is always cruel! The result surprised me. The words "Xu Rong to Qin" were clearly written on the paper! ! I suddenly collapsed. Why can't he write the word "true" more compactly? This incident has also become a joke in my family.

There are many stories behind many photos, and the stories behind each photo are unforgettable.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 3 In my photo album, there is a photo. Whenever I see this photo, I always blush. 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 you were young, your mother would weigh you and measure your height every few months. I remember one day when I was six years old, I heard my mother say excitedly, "Ah, Tingting has grown two centimeters in three months!" " Grandma, who was mopping the floor, quickly put down the mop, picked me up and said happily, "Hey, the 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 time, praised by my grandmother, I was looking at the mirror happily. Suddenly, I saw the mop next to the mirror. I look around. Gee, I accidentally found the mop as high as my height. "Oh, I see how old this mop is!" 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 solemnly said, "I can't use my brain. Of course I'm six years old!" Mother asked doubtfully, "Why?" "Because the height of the mop is the same as mine!" I'm proud to say. Suddenly, the whole family laughed their heads off. Mother stifled her laughter and said, "Alas, silly child, mops have no height, only a useful life!" " ""no! "I said coquetry." Oh, let's listen to Tingting! "Grandma comforted me. Mother said solemnly, "well, in memory of Tingting and the mop being as tall as today, I'll take a picture of you two." So "click", leaving this special photo.

At this time, I have grown a lot, and the mop only reaches the armpit. Because of that special friendship, I still don't want to lose it!

There is an old photo at home, which is the only proof that I remember my grandmother. I always put it under my pillow to sleep with me. It's like my grandmother is singing me a nursery rhyme, which makes me fall asleep quickly. ...

Speaking of the origin of this photo, it's really hard to remember. When my mother misses her mother, she always hugs me and tells stories about her hometown.

I am not a child in Hubei, but my mother is from Badong, Sichuan. Life is very difficult in that mountain. There are many children in my grandmother's family, and my mother is the youngest, so my grandmother has no choice but to give my mother, her youngest daughter, to my grandmother now. Many years later, my mother grew up and met my father, so I had a good son. When I was three years old, my mother decided to take me back to my hometown in Badong.

What I remember most is the grapefruit tree in front of my grandmother's house. Golden grapefruit is swaying on the branches like a golden bell, giving off an attractive fragrance. Whenever I stand under the tree with my lips pursed and count grapefruit, my uncle will say to me, "Dragon Baby, you want to eat grapefruit. My uncle will help you pick it. " My uncle is very good at climbing trees. I clapped my hands below and immediately ate fresh and delicious grapefruit. Eating grapefruit is a special thing. My uncle usually digs a hole by hand, and then the pulp will fall off one by one, and the skin will become a grapefruit hat. I am wearing a grapefruit hat and running happily in front of the door. At that time, time really passed quickly. ...

In the blink of an eye, I went back. My grandmother took me to the photo studio in town. On the way, I picked a grapefruit and held it in my arms.

Looking at the photos now, I will laugh at the child who took pictures with grapefruit in his arms like a baby with a bright smile on his face. It is this golden grapefruit that reminds me of many childhood memories and infinite attachment to my grandmother. ...

The story of the photo excellent composition 5 The true story of a black and white photo. This photo was taken by a reporter when Japan invaded and bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 937.

In the morning, my family went out to travel and took the train at Shanghai South Railway Station. A family of three got on the train. The train started and there was a loud noise in the sky. People looked out of the window. Soon, an old reporter said, "Let's go, the Japanese devils are coming." People started to get confused and a bullet landed on the train. Evil bullets blew up bridges, shops and trains ... the railway station became a pile of ruins. People can't walk fast, some people have facial injuries, some people have been blown up, and some people have been crushed to death by boards. ...

Xiao Qiang is so lucky. At that time, his mother was holding Xiao Qiang. As soon as the bomb fell from his mother's head, her mother was killed. Xiao Qiang came out from under his mother's stomach, black all over, and his clothes were blown to pieces. Although Xiao Qiang was sitting on the wasteland crying, I don't know why he was crying. Scared by the bomb, he cried and his parents killed him on the spot.

On behalf of Xiao Qiang, I appeal: "Save children, as long as there is peace, not war!" "For the mother not to lose her son, for the wife not to lose her husband, for the children not to push away their parents, for the children to have a desk, a stable desk, not to be overturned by the missile air billow! There is a classroom, a white classroom, and there is no bomb penetrating. The whole people should act in unison to maintain peace and stop the war! Let the flower of peace bloom again, and let the "God of Peace" stay in the world forever.

Let's ring the death knell for the war, and let tomorrow's world truly become a human home full of sunshine, flowers and love!

Photo Story Excellent Composition 6 Time flies, and our story continues. -inscription

The curtains were blown by the evening breeze, and there was a touch of charm in the room. I happened to see that photo. The scene in the photo is familiar and unfamiliar, and people can't help but sigh that time flies. Memories come to mind instantly.

That summer, it was very hot. They and I often go to the playground to watch others play ball. There is a big willow tree on the playground. We often sit on a bench under the willow tree. Although it was hot, we had a good time. Sometimes when the heat is unbearable, there will be a breeze blowing, and we will sigh that the sky has opened its eyes. Of course, we will not only watch the ball, but also discuss which one is more handsome and which one plays well. During the heated discussion, the bell rings. Reluctantly, I ran back to the classroom.

The air-conditioned classroom is cool, but impetuous, always thinking about topics that have not been discussed after class. After about ten minutes, my sister finally couldn't help it. She handed me a note full of words about the topic to be discussed after class. After reading it, I wrote it down and uploaded it back. They wrote it and sent it back. Such a round trip has long been seen by the "Eagle Eye" teacher. So, we were invited outside to watch the teacher lecture from the window. At this time, the bell rang on time and the teacher criticized us. Instead of being sad, we laughed like fools.

After doing eye exercises during recess, I always like to buy an ice cream in the canteen downstairs of the school dormitory, which is my day's happiness!

This photo was taken in June, 20xx, with several people I am familiar with, and the background of the photo is my primary school.

Now that I think about it, I am full of regrets and memories. It's a pity that primary school can't start again, and childhood is gone forever!

I have many photos, but I like the one taken by the lotus pond in front of grandma's house last year. In the photo, I picked a lotus leaf and put it on my head, and stood there with mirth. On my left hand side, there is a pomegranate tree full of bright pomegranate flowers, and on my right hand side, there is a bowl-sized Dali chrysanthemum, which took an interesting and lovely photo.

In summer, when I came to my grandmother's house, I felt terribly hot as soon as I got off the bus. The chicken is so hot that it flaps its wings, and the dog is so hot that it sticks out its tongue. How can I not be hot! My mother saw that I was sweating like a pig, so she picked a green lotus leaf and put it in the shade of the door where I came and covered my head. Seeing these green leaves, I suddenly felt much cooler and had a good time. My mother suddenly stopped me and asked me to take a picture of me in the lotus pond. I hurried there and found myself standing between pomegranate trees and crimson Dali chrysanthemums. The effect must be very good, so I put on a lovely pose "click". After taking the photos, I quickly ran to my mother to look at the photos and laughed at my silly appearance happily. In the photo, I am wearing pink short sleeves and my hands are open, enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of me.

This photo makes me feel very happy. I don't like taking pictures and become a happy girl who loves taking pictures. I know that taking pictures can leave beautiful moments.

I think when I see that photo, I will think of my dog. It's called cotton candy. It wears a white coat, a pair of sapphire eyes, a pair of big ears, flexible limbs and comfortable fur. If you want to say the most impressive thing, it must be the story in the photo.

Early Saturday morning, I vaguely heard the dog barking in bed. I thought, who can't play pranks? Whatever. Go back to sleep. No sooner had I closed my eyes than I heard a dog barking. I decided to put up with it.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the dog barking again. I can't take it anymore. I put on my shoes and went downstairs to open the door. I found a white shadow running to the right. I thought, isn't this a white-haired puppy? I took out a peeled ham sausage and threw it on the ground. I called my mother. My mother decided to look on the balcony. I saw a white puppy jumping out and slowly walking towards the ham sausage. She grabbed the sausage, ran to a corner and wolfed it down. I walked down the balcony and the dog just slipped out and saw me. Maybe it thought I threw it on the ground, so it came to me slowly. He came up to me, and I touched his head and said, "I gave him a name. Let's call him marshmallow!" " "May feel good, turn around.

I picked it up, my mother took out her mobile phone and recorded this wonderful time. After that, marshmallows became my pets, accompanying me day after day.

I like cotton candy because it brings many surprises and happiness to my life.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 9 Every photo actually contains a story. Some photos may take small things, and some photos may record earth-shattering events. Behind every photo, there may be ups and downs, joys and sorrows, laughter and family reunion! I also have my photos, and I also have my stories!

There is a big photo in my family, which was taken by our family four years ago, recording the happy moment of our family's birthday reunion for grandpa!

I remember that it was grandpa's seventieth birthday, and many relatives came to our family. Aunt Da Die, second father and second mother, aunts and uncles are all from abroad. I am most happy that they brought my sisters and brothers. They are all my good friends! When adults are together, there are always endless words. My children and I had a good time there, and we also played hide-and-seek there, not to mention how happy we were! On the first floor of that hotel, there is also a golden dragon chair, which makes you feel dignified. We all went up to experience it!

Grandpa's birthday is very grand, and the birthday banquet is also very rich. Twenty or thirty people gathered around a big round table, eating and drinking, and the atmosphere was very warm. Everyone's face is full of smiles and everyone is happy. That family photo was taken at the birthday party! It records the scene of our family getting together!

There are many photos of our family, and this family portrait is the biggest and most conspicuous! We are a harmonious and friendly family! I like the story in the photo!

Photo Story Excellent Composition 10 Last year 10, a teacher who is famous for his education led his students to Xu Shen Cultural Park to participate in the activities of Chinese studies-"A Record of the Little Top Scholar Examination". As soon as we arrived at the Cultural Park, we couldn't wait to put on our scholar clothes. The boys are wearing blue robes, and the girls are wearing pink skirts and tops. Everyone looks at me, and I look at you. We are very happy, as if we have entered the Han Dynasty.

At ten o'clock in the morning, we held a grand opening ceremony. The first thing is to dress up, and the second thing is to worship sages. We obey orders, "Get up-worship-worship again." My favorite one is pass the parcel, who has a clear ambition. It turns out that in ancient times, before entering school and becoming famous, scholars had to express their desire to become famous by beating drums. "Drumming is bright", the louder the drums, the greater my ambition. I picked up the chicken leg and knocked it with all my strength.

Many foreign tourists came to take photos with us.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, we came to Shuowenge to read Disciples Rules, and Lang Lang's book echoed in the cultural park. After that, the coach divided us into two groups to complete the "Imperial Examination". There are many interesting things on the way to the exam. We not only have to finish the task of rubbinging, but also compete calligraphy on the ground with a brush. Finally, we met a robber. This is very interesting. He didn't rob the money. Let's have a balloon blowing competition. He also likes watching children dance. As the music started, the students twisted at once.

I like this photo because it brings me good memories.

The story of the photo is an excellent composition 1 1 A photo records a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and profound photo, an ordinary and unusual photo, which is worth collecting in Russia.

Huh? Who is the girl in the photo? Hey, hey, of course it's me. I ran in a panic, and there was a little girl much younger than me behind me, holding a ginkgo leaf in her hand. Her mouth seems to be saying something, of course it's my sister. When I saw this photo, I couldn't help laughing.

This was taken during an autumn outing ... Haha, let's go and have a look with me: Mom and Dad rarely had time to take us on an autumn outing that day, and they came to Ginkgo Forest to see golden ginkgo leaves ready to be photographed as a souvenir. My sister picked up a piece of ginkgo leaves and pouted and said, "No eggplant, no eggplant." While fanning me, I pretended to be fanned away by her, and she chased me and said, "Mom laughed when she took this photo for us." What's the matter with you? Am I so cute? Dad quickly picked up his sister and said, "Baby, you are the cutest."

Every time I see this photo, I wonder when my parents will take us out to play again and the family will be happy together.

The story of the photo excellent composition 12 Every photo has a beautiful memory, recording the bits and pieces of life.

I remember when I was five years old, my father took me to the new century pedestrian street and went in. I was attracted by what I saw. All kinds of children's tricks are displayed in front of me: some play with sand, some play with merry-go-round, and some play with trampoline ... but my eyes are fixed on trampoline athletes and I can't leave. I couldn't wait to jump on it and play wildly. Dad seemed to read my mind and took my hand and moved. I looked back at my father, shook his hand hard and said, "I really want to play trampoline." Dad smiled and nodded, and went to buy a ticket to pay. I quickly climbed onto the trampoline, and after my aunt helped me fasten the safety rope, I jumped up like crazy.

Wow! The harder you push, the higher the bounce will be. It feels like flying, swinging back and forth, like walking through the wind. I jump and jump and shout like other children. The whole trampoline came back to life.

Dad stood by and looked at me with a slight smile. He has a mobile phone and calls me from time to time. He instantly pressed the shutter and took this beautiful scene. After playing for a while, I felt a little tired, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the little bounce driven by other children. "Time is up!" The trampoline boss shouted at the side. Look at me, everyone. I look at you. Your happy face is covered with glittering and translucent sweat. The trampoline is over, but there is still a picture of happy jumping in dad's mobile phone. Every time I see this photo developed by my father, I will think of that happy scene.

A photo is a recorder, which will help us keep the best time.

The story of the photo excellent composition 13 Whenever I take out the photos taken in Dujiangyan and look at them carefully, I will think of the scene of the whole family playing together in the summer vacation, which is still fresh in my memory. Last summer vacation, my parents and I went to Dujiangyan, an ancient and great water conservancy project in China and a world cultural heritage.

Standing on the Longfu Temple overlooking the water in Dujiangyan, it can really be described as "rolling the Yangtze River to the east". The momentum of Ma Benteng is enough to shock you! I stood on the Fulongguan and took a photo with the bottle mouth and the surging river as the background. This is the photo mentioned just now.

Dujiangyan has many scenic spots, such as Fish Mouth, Feisha Weir, Baokou Mouth and Erwang Temple. Every scenic spot is a classic. We kept pressing the shutter, leaving a wonderful and unforgettable moment. Seeing the photos today, I can't help but think of the great wisdom of Li Bing and his son more than 2,000 years ago, and also understand the great role of Dujiangyan in the history of China. He irrigated a lot of farmland and produced a lot of food, which made great contributions to the establishment and prosperity of the dynasty. Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu, was very talented. Without Dujiangyan irrigation, where can we get food supply? What about the dispute between Chu and Han, let alone the establishment of a powerful Western Han Dynasty? Among them, Dujiangyan water conservancy project has made outstanding contributions. Dujiangyan today, despite more than two thousand years of wind and rain, still sticks to his post like a solemn old man, firmly entrenched in the Minjiang River, benefiting his own people.

Appreciate these beautiful photos, and the story behind them seems to be in front of you!

Photo Story Excellent Composition 14 There are many photos in my photo album. Look! This is one of them.

In the past, there was a wide road in front of my house, with fruit trees on both sides.

Spring is here, and the flowers of fruit trees are in full bloom, emitting charming fragrance: summer is here, people exercise on the roadside path in the morning, and children play on the roadside at night. Some play football, some racket ball and some ride bicycles.

The forest is full of green grass and all kinds of wild vegetables. The air outside is particularly fresh. Birds are singing beautiful songs on the branches, and caterpillars sleep on the leaves when they are full.

Autumn is coming, and all kinds of fruits are ripe. There are pears, red apples and crimson plums in Huang Chengcheng. You can smell the attractive fragrance from a distance. My mother buys me my favorite big apple every day. Crispy and sweet is delicious.

But now you can't eat such fresh fruit. Because now the fruit trees have been uprooted, and the fruit trees have built buildings. Those twittering birds used to fly away and the air was bad. The road is in tatters now. If a car passes by, it will be dusty and make us unable to open our eyes. If it rains, the muddy water all over the road is dirty and thin.

We can't ride a bike or exercise now. Dad put my bike on the high closet.

How I hope that one day the road can be restored to its original state and I can ride my latest favorite bike and play with my friends.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 15 Everyone will have many photos when he was a child, and those photos reflect the joys and sorrows of our growth, which are not only our most precious memories, but also the process of our growth.

After many years, I didn't intend to dig out a stack of photos from my previous bedroom. When I turned it down, I accidentally saw a photo-an old woman and a boy sitting on her lap. He is losing his temper, touching the old woman's chin with his hand, and looks like he is about to cry. When I saw this photo, I laughed, and I couldn't help feeling a little proud, but I soon put away my smile. Needless to say, this old woman is my grandmother, and that little boy is of course me.

I was silent for a long time and slowly returned to the spring of that year. I remember that I was in kindergarten middle class at that time. I was young and ignorant, and I often did things that worried my parents. But it is my grandparents who take care of me.

Because my grandmother often protects me, I still become presumptuous, often take care of myself, and lose my temper when I am a little unhappy. No, one day, I caught a cold. At this time, the Chinese New Year is coming, and my family forbids me to eat those rice cakes and sweets, so as not to aggravate my illness. And I refused to take medicine, but I had to fight them. At this time, my dad had an opinion and caught the guy and taught me a lesson. I was scared and ran to find my grandmother. My dad knew there was nothing he could do this time, so he threatened me: "No medicine today, no food!" "My grandmother advised me to take medicine and told my father to go away. Faced with such a situation, I have to give in.

Later, I sat on grandma's lap, and she fed me those miserable powders with a spoon and water. I threw up while eating, struggled, and touched my grandmother's chin, which happened to be photographed by my mother. So there is this photo.

Now, this matter has long been forgotten, and my grandmother died there in less than two years. Now that I think about it, it is ridiculous, but it is more sorrow and regret. ...