The story in the photo is a composition on the theme of Grade One.

In study, work and even life, everyone is familiar with composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following are six short articles about the theme of the first day of the story in the photos I arranged. Welcome to learn from them, I hope it will help you.

The story in the photo is six 1 theme compositions. There are several thick photo albums at home, each with unforgettable stories. There are wonderful and interesting things in every photo. You just flip through a book and record the perfect memories of the happy ending at that time. Please let me share a story with a photo.

When I was three or four years old, I often giggled as if I had something happy. When my father taught me female characters, I often called it drum. Isn't it ridiculous that women and drums are indistinguishable?

I remember once, my parents took me to bed to take pictures. I was disobedient and almost broke my camera. Finally, my mother gave me a toy elephant. Now, I become kind, obedient and cooperative. They seem to have bought me off. Mom is really scheming. At that time, I was like a robot. Everything was under her command. After getting this gift from my mother, I really changed quickly. I was sad just now, but now I'm laughing. My little eyes are fixed on the camera. The eyes of the toy elephant are also wide open, as if they were fighting to take pictures. I really don't understand what's good about taking pictures. Alas! But it's fun to click like this! Hee hee, the more you shoot, the happier you are, unconsciously posing as a handsome boy. Everyone burst out laughing. Some people even laughed their heads off. The story in this photo is very interesting.

The photo is a good recorder. He will record some of our happy days and share the stories in the photo with others in the future. Photos carry too many happy times for us; Carrying the selfless love of parents; It also carries our infinite affection for our elders.

Do you know the story in the photo, the theme composition of grade one, six articles and two articles? There are also many interesting stories hidden in the photos. Now let everyone see the story in my photo!

This is a photo taken when my mother and I traveled to Guilin. This photo records my courage and strength.

On this day, we climbed the Fu Bo in Guilin, and there was a very smooth rock on the top. Everyone thinks the scenery here is beautiful. Beautiful scenery. So everyone chose to take pictures here. I want to know: Why is this rock so smooth? Perhaps many tourists think the scenery here is beautiful, and they have to step on this stone, and the more they step on it, the brighter it will be. It turned into a smooth rock. There is a cliff under the rock, so I dare not look down.

Just when I was nervous, several colleagues of my mother extended warm hands to my little guy and wanted to help me. But my mother encouraged me to climb that rock by myself. Yes! I want to go to the scenic spot by myself. Where it's slippery, I just sit and move. I'll climb to an easy place to walk. Suddenly I saw a crack in the stone in front of me, and my heart was pounding like a time bomb. My mother encouraged me, and I secretly encouraged: "Don't be nervous. I can do it! " Finally, I crossed this stone crack. At this time, my heart is full of joy and happiness. Here you can see the whole picture of Guilin, which is more beautiful than expected. With my mother's encouragement and my own efforts, I succeeded.

How's it going? Is the story in my photo wonderful?

There is a photo of a family portrait on my desk, which is still so new at the 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.

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, Chinese New Year's Day, my family traveled to Huangshan Mountain, 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 heard a click and took 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.

The story in the photo, the first theme composition, six articles and five photos, what is it? It can see the appearance of things most intuitively. In my opinion, although the photo is a single sheet of paper, its content contains endless emotions, which is the nostalgia of the wanderer for his hometown; It is the traveler's yearning for his loved ones; It is astronomers' curiosity about the earth.

An old yellow photo on my desk caught my eye and made me deep in thought. In the 18th year of Yongle in Ming Dynasty, a big river surrounded the Forbidden City tightly, and there was a golden water bridge made of white marble on the river, which was a magnificent moat. At this point, curiosity made me wonder: Why did Emperor Yongle build a moat? Observe the photos carefully and gradually uncover the mystery.

The water chestnut leaves are lingering in the waves and winds, and the boat walks through the depths of the lotus. When Lang wants to talk, he bows his head and laughs, scratching his head and falling into the water. Rivers and lotus flowers are always inextricably linked. Not only for defense, but also for providing imperial meals. It is better to climb the turret and enjoy the boundless lotus fragrance.

Looking around, I can see all the sweet leaves, which are much higher than the water surface and are entangled in layers. Looks like a fish ladder. From time to time, one or two Bai Lianhua blooms gracefully and shyly, just like the clouds in the sky and the lights on the Bund, which are beautiful, bright and charming. The breeze is Xu Lai, the water is quiet and the fragrance is far away. Recite the poem "Bright Moon" and sing the chapter "My Fair". Wandering on the watchtower, such as the sadness of the river, has also been forgotten.

The afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled on the river, and the golden light is on the road. Lotus is more noble and pure, which is not enough to describe. Dare to guess, is it that Lord Qianlong boarded the turret and looked at a pool of lotus flowers, which is as vast as the wind in Feng Xu, but I don't know where to go; It's like being out of the world, like being immortal. From time to time, there were several cadences in the distance. This is the originator of Peking Opera, and the talented romantic emperor ordered the construction of Yin Changting, which led to a good play in the pear garden.

Climbing the tall building, the fragrance is still there. Not everyone can climb the turret. What's in the tall red wall and yellow wall? Since Judy built the Forbidden City, those familiar names have been lingering in my ears, including hall of mental cultivation of the emperor, Jiaotai Hall of the queen and the magnificent Sixth Palace.

Whenever you yearn for it, do you ever know that the moment you step into the palace gate, you will always be bound by the palace wall, and the eagle that has always yearned for freedom will always be imprisoned.

Things are different, Yongle is gone, but his great achievements will eventually shine in history and inspire future generations. The Forbidden City has become a symbol, a symbol, and its story will be interpreted, bringing us more surprises and touches.

Gray hair and blurred eyes, with yellow photos, are a portrayal of history and a testimony of wisdom.

On the first day before and after May Day, my parents took me, my grandparents and I to play in Tussah water. The most famous cave there is Tussah water. We had lunch in the county seat, bought tickets and took the sightseeing elevator.

"wow! What a big cave! There is a cave inside. " But there are too many people! I've been waiting in line since the stairs. Well, I'll have to wait in line. An hour later, it was finally our turn. I ran to the hole like a eager little monkey. "wow! How beautiful! " There are many stalactites in it. These stones are very beautiful in a lot of light. First of all, in Tianfo Cave, I saw a stone rabbit like a jade rabbit in Tiangong. I asked my mother curiously what it was, and her mother said, "Look carefully, son. There is an introduction above. " So I took a closer look. I don't know many new words, but I know the general meaning. These things are slowly formed by water droplets and are lifelike.

We walked on and found many people around us. I ran to have a look. Oh, it turns out that I was taking pictures in Shitu, and a professional photographer took pictures of me. I ran back and told my parents that my parents said shoot! You can leave a souvenir when you grow up. I'm glad to run to the queue. It's our turn The photographer asked me to pose with a railing behind me. I put my hands together and enjoy it. Yes, the photographer showed me the photos. Let's go to the exit and get them.

Then, we walked towards the exit for more than half an hour, and there were many people in front. "That's it, I want to shoot it again." I secretly thought about it and didn't dare to tell my parents, but my mother seemed to see through my thoughts and whispered to me, do you want to take another picture? I said timidly: hmm! "Haha, I don't even know you." Mom said proudly, I ran away happily again. It's my turn The photographer asked me to pose handsome because I often don't take selfies and don't know what to pose for. At this time, my mother showed me the action in the back, and I released it according to my mother's action. After the filming, the photographer uncle told me that it was really good. I smiled and my mother smiled.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon, and I begged my father to take me to the glass plank road to play, but my father was afraid of that thing, so he was a little scared. Walking on it feels like he's going to become a fairy. I look to the left, and there are many shouts, oh! It's a zip line. I told my father that I wanted to play. Father said that as long as you are not afraid, you can play. My father bought me a ticket. I sat on it and dived. My heart seems to fall from a height. When I came down, I said, "How cool! Unfortunately, I didn't take photos. "

Seeing that photo, the experience of playing in Zhashui Cave reappeared.