The story in the photo is 600 words.

The story in the photo is 600 words, and there are 5 compositions in Grade One.

In everyone's photo album, there is a photo of Zhang Zhengui, and each photo has a story. Might as well share it with you. The following is a 600-word composition example of the story in the photo I collected for you. I hope you like it.

The story in the photo is 600 words, and the first composition is 1, "firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su in send warm". In the photo, it is the Spring Festival of 1000. The sunshine in winter is on me, and the shadows wander in the snow. Ordos Grand Theatre is located next to the street behind me. There are three adults and a child in the center of the photo.

I remember I was only three years old, a babbling child. At the age of three, I just had the consciousness of loving beauty, standing in front of the camera, tying my hands under my face into a small flower and dressing up as a small flower. Great-grandfather was always unsmiling and didn't know what to pose for. His hands seem to have nothing, and they don't copy or stick to his hips. He seems to feel that there are many pairs of eyes watching him, and it is also his effort to squeeze out a smile. The helpless face is tight, and I can't smile happily. The grandmother on the side is much better. She always smiles from ear to ear. It seems to have won the whole world. In the middle is my mother, looking satisfied. Happiness floats in the air and infects everyone.

That was the only time I spent the New Year with my great-grandmother for as long as I can remember. In March of the same year, my great-grandmother found out the advanced stage of gastric cancer, which was useless all over the country. Finally, she decided to go abroad for treatment for two months, but she was too old to accept it. On New Year's Eve 100, the whole family returned to the old house, hoping that grandma would not leave any regrets before her death. At midnight 1 1 35, my great-grandmother fell asleep and died. I felt death for the first time when I was four years old. ...

Love is everywhere, and its power is infinite. I picked up the photo, gently inserted it into the album and treasured it in my heart again.

The story in the photo is 600 words. The wallpaper of mobile phone and computer is an unforgettable photo. Because of this photo, my memory will always be fixed at that moment and I can't forget it for a long time.

It was a hot day in June, and the class teacher held a graduation ceremony for us, and invited a professional photographer for us, just to help us leave the last good time.

That day, it was breezy, but I felt unusually hot. The sun shines on my face, and my tears are about to evaporate.

The teacher helped us form a formation. We walked to the front of the camera, and the class teacher sat in the middle with a sweet smile on his face, but the smile could not conceal his sadness, which was unwilling to give up our sadness. Next to the English teacher, the word "don't give up" seems to be written on his face. "3,2, 1。" "We graduated!" At the same time, my face is full of smiles, but tears that may not live up to expectations are swirling in my eyes.

Finally, my tears fell down. This is the first time I feel that tears are hot. It burned my face, but cooled my heart. Suddenly the crying in the class became louder. I don't want to cry in front of my classmates when I leave the classroom. Recalling these, tears once again swirled in the corner of my eyes. We often say that "we won't leave until time is old", but now, time is not old, but we are scattered.

After the graduation ceremony, everyone walked out of the campus with tears and memories of six years, so that everyone's face was filled with youth and graduation photo, who was full of joy, was engraved in our hearts.

In the six years of primary school, we "survived" 9600 classes, 240 weeks, 12 semester, but a group of people broke up, leaving only a graduation photo and a sentence-goodbye.

Time goes by and we are growing. Eternal is a good memory.

The story in the photo is 600 words. There is a family photo on my desk, which is still so new at this moment, because it is my most precious photo.

This photo is of my tenth birthday. Looking at this photo, I remembered one thing. I remember my father, mother and brother taking pictures with me on my tenth birthday. At that time, my brother was so cute and naughty, my father was so amiable and my mother was so young and beautiful. Look at this photo. I have a picture of that photo in my mind.

At noon, my aunt and grandparents came, and I was very happy. At dinner, everyone was filled with cheerful smiles, and I couldn't help feeling very happy.

The most important thing on a birthday is to eat cake.

The big cake is in front of me. I felt very happy when I saw the hut in the cake. When we eat cake, we put it on other people's faces. They all look like Xiaohua Mall.

In the evening, I went to take pictures with my father, mother and brother. As soon as my brother got up, he took a fan and put it on his chest to act like a gentleman. We all say that he is a child. I went up and made a thinking appearance, but my father made a picture of Bruce Lee playing nunchakus. Do you understand why? Because Bruce Lee is my father's idol.

Finally, according to the family photo, I put my hand on my parents' shoulders, and my parents held my brother. I think this family is full of happy smiles; It feels good to be happy.

Walking on the way home, I think happiness may not be felt by everyone. Our parents gave us too much happiness. Some people can't give it to us. Parents can give it to us. When we celebrate our birthdays, our relatives will sing birthday songs, blow out candles and eat cakes. How happy this is!

Today I am lying in my happy arms, how happy and free I am.

The story in the photo is 600 words, and the first composition is 4. Look! In the photo, three smiling boys in yellow cartoon T-shirts are waving to you in hands in the air. Actually, the three of them are the same person, that is, me! Every time I see this photo, I feel very proud. It left me with good memories.

It was a National Day night, and my mother took me to visit the Bund. At night, the Bund is particularly charming under the colorful neon lights. The wide Huangpu River is sparkling and particularly beautiful.

Everyone boarded the cruise ship and visited the scenery on both sides of the Huangpu River. That charming night scene is really beautiful! Puxi has the towering buildings on the Bund, the towering monument to the people's heroes, the famous Waibaidu Bridge and Huangpu Park. Pudong has the tallest Oriental Pearl TV Tower in Asia, and Lujiazui Tower, where my mother's company is located. Nanpu bridge and Yangpu Bridge, like two ribbons on the river, closely connect the two banks of Pujiang. In the distance, huge ships from all over the world have different postures and dotted the river, which is very spectacular. ...

I watched it excitedly on the cruise ship and was completely intoxicated by the colorful scenery. Near the cruise ship, a flock of seagulls are flying, as if cheering with me. My mother saw this scene and quickly took this memorable photo for me.

When my mother printed out the photos for me, I felt very strange. Hey, why are there three me in the picture? Mom said, I can do magic. I want to make the scenery beautiful and people beautiful. Ah! The computer expert's mother made this photo more beautiful. You see, I am excited and lovely in the photo, with the colorful Bund under neon lights in the background. Does that beautiful night scene also attract you deeply?

A photo reflects the beauty of the Bund; A photo reflects the modernity of the Bund; By World Expo 2000, the Bund will become more beautiful and developed, and it will be the pride of Shanghai!

The story in the photo is 600 words. On the journey of life, we smiled and watched the flowers bloom and fall outside the window, the leaves withered and the wind stopped. Those photos, reflecting the clearest shadow in the clouds, will always be branded in my mind.

"pa!" I lost my center of gravity and fell down again.

"Woo-hoo, woo-hoo ..." The wind brought the crying into my mother's ear, and my mother ran over in a hurry and stroked my back: "Be good, don't cry!" But it didn't cure my pain. I cried even harder. Mother kissed me on the cheek. I smiled through tears, and two tears still hung on my face. Mother smiled like a flower, and a drop of autumn water in her eyes touched my young heartstrings.

Time is always fixed in this second, and this photo is warm and beautiful.

The photo was taken in the middle of winter, and the sky was gray. With the white gas trembling between breaths, the cold wind rolled up the leaves and suddenly fell back to the ground. I'm sick again. Pale, frowning, feet moving, talking nonsense, as if having nightmares again.

"Wake up, honey, wake up!" Mother sat there on her knees, tears streaming down her face. A tear ran down my cheek and into my mouth. It's too salty. I whispered, "mom, it's okay!" It will be fine in a few days. " When my mother saw that I was awake, she secretly wiped her tears and kissed my cheek. I'm getting better every day, and I'm recovering from a serious illness. My mother's white hair is shining in the sun, and my heart is mixed, like a big hand holding my heart, and I can't breathe.

"Click-"This photo makes my heart ache.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I came home from school: "Mom!" " "I threw myself into her arms. My mother wanted to lean down and kiss my cheek, but I pushed her away mercilessly: "Mom, stop kissing me, I have grown up!" " "Suddenly, my mother's eyes dimmed, like the vast starry sky, with no stars. I just found that time climbed up her bun, and that just, like a sharp knife and fork, entered her heart, leaving her pale and torn to pieces.

I was silent and my heart was empty.

The years are long and the mountains and rivers are safe. But you're not like me. The past, like smoke, shook off the dust all over the place, and those photos made me unforgettable. ...