The story of photo composition The story behind the 400-word photo

In study, work and even life, everyone is always exposed to writing. Writing is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. So how to write a general composition? The following is the story composition of a photo I carefully arranged. Welcome to share the story behind the 400-word photo.

The story of a photo constitutes the story behind a 400-word photo 1 The memory of childhood is like a well-made slide, which is fleeting. However, one photo has been completely integrated into my memory.

I am particularly cute in the photo, wearing two "small brushes" and a pink dress with a "curry" pattern that I think is the most beautiful, standing by a lush grass.

I clearly remember that it was a summer in 2004, which happened to be my fourth birthday. At that time, I had not moved to a new home, and my grandparents had not returned to their hometown. My grandparents who love me the most accompany me to play outside and take "commemorative photos" for me. I am very excited. My grandparents came prepared, holding a new camera and a "bubble ball" as "props". Grandpa led me around a big circle and came to the "small garden". The so-called "small garden" actually has a corridor and several flower beds. Is that all? Of course not! Look, the carport behind the garden, where I used to pick up small advertisements. Look, the branches on the willow tree. I once asked my mother to knit me a straw hat. Look, that familiar path, I used to jump on that winding narrow road. I think this is it!

I left a "bubble ball" in my left hand and a green bristlegrass in my right hand, leaving a photo on the path. Mom said, I didn't take any green bristlegrass, but a beam of sky-high light, which is infinite hope. Yes!

This photo always brings me infinite reverie. I will never forget that summer and that yard that belongs to me.

The story of a photo composition The story behind the 400-word photo is 2. I have nothing to do during the holiday. I like browsing photos on the computer. Almost every photo can tell an unforgettable story. Among my favorite photos, there is one. When I saw it, I couldn't help laughing.

One day in the winter vacation of my freshman year, my mother took me to visit Jinjiang Paradise in Shanghai, and I jumped three feet for joy. As soon as I entered the park, I was dazzled by colorful amusement projects, pirate ships swaying from side to side, raging rapids, haunted houses of fear, thrilling roller coasters ... I was timid, so my mother and I chose the Ferris wheel that looked very stable first. This ferris wheel is so big! We entered a small room on the Ferris wheel, and my mother and I sat face to face. The interesting ferris wheel tour has begun! At first, I was not afraid at all. I kept looking down and saw things on the ground getting smaller and smaller. But the more I go up, the more scared I am. How high! I dare not look down any more. I was so scared that I closed my eyes and clutched the armrest of the seat with both hands. My mother saw me like this and whispered to me, "Don't be afraid, the most beautiful scenery is on the top!" " "With my mother's encouragement, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I overcame my timidity. After getting off the Ferris wheel, we went to another amusement project.

A photo, recording a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory.

The story of a photo composition The story behind the 400-word photo 3 A photo is a beautiful memory, and a photo is a beautiful moment.

The photo that impressed me the most was taken by my mother when I was six years old.

During the holiday, my mother took me to visit Tiantangzhai. We went to the highest place in Tiantangzhai to see the scenery. We came to the front of the glass plank road, as long as we look down, it will make people shudder. Looking up, the green hills are towering into the sky and filled with smoke, so we are too scared to leave. My mother took me and walked slowly forward. After a long walk, suddenly there was a loud noise, as scary as broken glass. Suddenly, the people on the glass plank road panicked and stopped on the glass plank road and dared not move forward. After a while, we found that it was just the music provided by the staff, not really broken.

Although it's just dubbing, it's still scary. I just walked down the glass plank road with trepidation, and as a result, another grasshopper jumped out and bit me hard, which made me cry. Coupled with the fear of taking the plank road before, my mood at that time had collapsed. My mother helped me get rid of the grasshopper, but I still couldn't stop crying. At this time, I only heard a click, and a photo was taken by my mother.

We put this photo in the album. Until now, as soon as I open the album, I will think of it.

The story of a photo composition The story behind the 400-word photo 4 A boy with a guitar on his back made a gesture of victory and a happy smile appeared on his face. Whenever I see this photo, my heart is full of emotion, and many precious memories come to my mind.

I remember it was a sunny morning. I was very excited when the music teacher told me to take an examination of musical instruments. I thought: This is the first musical instrument exam in my life. I must practice hard and don't leave any regrets for myself. When I got home, I told my mother the good news. My mother said, "Then I have to practice harder." As a result, the practice time is increased from the usual 1 hour to 2 hours, with each practice 1 hour and a rest of 5 minutes. Every time I practice, I feel so tired that my back aches and my fingers grind cocoons. The days passed day by day. Although I have improved my piano skills, I am still a little bored. At this time, my mother saw my little mood and said to me, "How can you practice the piano like this?" You can't give up halfway, you must persist in order to succeed. "Hearing this, I got serious and continued to play the piano.

Time passed quickly and finally came to an exciting moment. My game time is eleven noon. Afraid of traffic jams, my mother and I set off after breakfast. When you come to the competition venue, first sign up, and then, under the leadership of the organizer, come to the judges and play. Wonderful notes flowed down from the strings, and the room was full of refreshing music. Seeing the smiles on the judges' faces, I relaxed a lot and successfully completed the competition.

After months of waiting, I finally got the grade certificate of Super Dream. It really pays off! The feeling of happiness at that time is still fresh in my memory. Precious memories should always be remembered, this is a rare gift in life and worth cherishing!

The story of a photo composition The story behind the 400-word photo 5 In the afternoon, the warm sunshine came into my study, and I leisurely leafed through my beloved photo albums, one of which left a deep impression on me.

In the photo, I raised my hand and reached for a colorful bubble. Look how happy I am laughing! Some children around are blowing bubbles, some are shopping leisurely with their parents, some are playing with balls ... Some adults are walking in the street in a hurry, some are choosing goods, and some are laughing and playing with children.

Looking at this photo reminds me of the trip to Japan with my mother. In March this year, I first set foot on Japanese soil, and Japan left a deep impression on me. In the shop, the waiter receives every guest very politely; Walking in the street, pedestrians are polite, pedestrians and cars obey the traffic rules and never violate the rules; When you walk on the road, you will find that garbage sorting is very good.

Although Japan has done great harm to our country, there are still many places worth learning.

Students, would you like to join me in turning our motherland into the best country in the world? Let's act together, learn from the good behavior of other countries, and let's change our lives together!

This is my favorite photo and the story behind it. Seeing it reminds me of everything I should do and changes our lives.

The story of a photo constitutes the story behind the 400-word photo. Everyone will have a photo of himself, and each photo seems to tell a story of the past. Every time I look at the photos that record the beautiful moment, it makes me seem to be on the time machine, traveling through time and space and returning to that beautiful moment. ...

Open the old photo album and you will find how naive, romantic and lively you were when you were a child. Yellowing photos flashed in front of my eyes, and I silently wanted to ask: Where has the time gone?

Now I have grown up, developed science and technology, and the society is peaceful. Of course, our knowledge has also increased a lot ... although I have grown up, my relatives are old, with white hair and thick beards. I really hope that time will stop and let me stay with my family. Never, never … time can't be bought back. If you don't cherish it, it will run away like running water.

Time can't stop, I want to use it correctly, use it to complete my dream, cherish the good time with my family and use it to make a career. Alas, if only time could stop. ...

From a child who knows nothing to a child, to a primary school, to a young pioneer, I am very excited, but I never seem to think how precious time is, but now I know that time is the most precious.

We should cherish every minute, which reminds me of the proverb "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time".

The story of a photo composition The story behind the 400-word photo 7 Today, I came to the Sahara Desert, my dream tourist destination. I am ecstatic and can't wait to see its true face directly.

First of all, we rode the wind and waves on the bumpy sand slope in an off-road vehicle, and finally arrived at the first destination-the desert hotel. It is full of warm colors, dazzling lights, thick carpets and neatly arranged food ... After a long night, we left home and started to set out for the desert! Our travel tool this time is camel. I just sat on it. It cried happily, "Hello, hello!" " As he spoke, he lifted me up hard, and they accelerated and came to a very high "sand mountain"

"Oh, come and see, the sun is out!" Mom said excitedly, I looked there and the sun quietly rose. It yawned and said good morning to us! Suddenly, I said on a whim, "Why don't you photograph such a beautiful scenery?" Dad brought the camera, and with a click, I jumped three feet and stopped the picture. I'm busy looking at photos. The first one looks like a person sitting in the sun, the second one looks like a person coming out of the sun, and the third one looks like Michael Jackson's dance movements. All in all, it's interesting. Time flies like an arrow. The afternoon passed happily again. Late at night, we sat on the sand dunes and looked up at the twinkling stars all over the sky, like Xisha in the desert, which was countless. I don't think there are so many stars there.

This trip to Morocco soon ended, but it left a deep impression on me. I think we should go out and see more. As the old saying goes, "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road"!

The story of a photo constitutes the story behind the 400-word photo. Open my photo album. There are twenty photos in a photo, among which my favorite is a parrot photo. Every time I see this photo, I think of those lovely parrots.

Once, my mother and I went to Zhongshan Square to play. I wanted a pair of smart and lovely parrots, and finally my mother agreed to buy them. However, my mother told me to take good care of parrots. One of the parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue hairs beside her eyes. I call it Lanfei. The other one has a red nose and yellow hair beside his eyes. I call it Yanwu. Gradually, I established a deep affection with two parrots.

Once, I put my hand into the cage and wanted the parrot to stand in my hand. Who knows that as soon as my hand touched Lanfei's foot, it pecked at me with its long, pointed mouth and made me cry. I quickly drew my hand back. Hum, see how I tidy up you! For a while, when I was feeding, I only fed Yanwu, not Lanfei, and I deliberately stopped it with my hands, thinking: This is what happens when you make me angry! But just when I was elated, Lanfei rushed out of the cage. I was frightened to disgrace and ran to catch Lanfei. Unexpectedly, Yanwu also flew out of the birdcage. I didn't know what to do, so I picked up the broom next to me and smashed Yan Dance to the ground. I grabbed Yanwu, LanFei blunt come over, on the back of my left hand holding Yanwu pulled a bubble excrement. It stinks! God, come and help me. I am an advanced animal. Do I have to be bullied by two birds? At this time, my mother just came out of the house, saw this scene, and quickly took a picture with a camera "click".

This parrot photo is really funny!

The story of a photo constitutes the story behind the 400-word photo. When I was playing at my grandmother's house, I found a photo of a child riding a horse. Grandma came in at this moment. I picked up the photo and asked her curiously, "Grandma, who is this?" Grandma said, "This was taken when your grandfather took you to the Laozi Temple Fair when you were four or five years old."

That day, my grandfather took me to Laozi Temple Fair and saw an inflatable castle made of rubber. Because I want to play, I said to my grandfather in a coquetry way, "Grandpa, I want to play with inflatable castles." Grandpa readily promised me.

I ran as fast as I could, and my grandfather said with concern, "Don't run too fast and don't fall behind." I tripped as soon as grandpa said something. Grandpa rushed over to me and said, "I told you not to run too fast and not to fall." Grandpa said to me again, "Are you all right? Let grandpa see if he fell anywhere. " I said, "I am so strong, how can something happen!" " "Say that finish, I will continue to play. ...

Half an hour passed, and I was tired, so I put on my shoes and went to find my grandfather.

I went to see my grandfather, and he kindly said to me, "Come on, get on that horse and let the photographer take your picture." I said happily, "Good!" Say that finish, grandpa immediately took me to lead the horse. Then, with a click, the photographer took a picture of me. I saw grandpa smiling, and he held me down with his warm hand.

This is the story behind my photo. I often recall the warm moments with my grandfather.

The story of a photo constitutes the story behind the 400-word photo 10 The interesting story of childhood is like a boat floating on the lake of memory, which is full of my innocence and loveliness. Those colorful, black-and-white photos make my childhood memories last forever, and also let me record every step of my growth! Look! This photo was taken with my little brother in Pingdingshan when I was seven years old. This little brother is called Longlong. You see, I'm wearing a cotton-padded coat with white background and black flowers, jeans and black boots, as well as a red coat, black pants and sneakers worn by Brother Longlong. It is very cold because it is by the white river in winter. Although there are few people, we are very happy. Behind us is the White River. Look how beautiful I am and how handsome Brother Long Long is!

After dinner at noon that day, Brother Long Long said, "This is my first time in Nanyang. I want to see the most beautiful place in Nanyang. " I think Baihe is the most beautiful place in Nanyang. Although Baihe is not as big as Pingdingshan and Baiguishan Reservoir, the water is clear and the trees are beautiful, and the air is fresh. Later, I took my brother Longlong to the river, where we had a good time, just like two caged birds running and laughing by the river. Later, the two of us carefully selected a small tree to take pictures of us one by one. We posed and my aunt took a picture. Although it was very cold that day, we still left our bright smiling faces in the photo. My aunt took many photos of us that day, but I like this one best, because it's a little secret between my brother Longlong and me: I promised him that we would study hard together and go to Beijing together when we grow up, hehe. ...

Although it's been a long time and the photos are a little old, I still remember those things and haven't seen Brother Longlong. I don't know if he studied hard and forgot our agreement, but I've been trying. Next time you see him, you must compete with him!

The story of a photo constitutes the story behind a 400-word photo 1 1 a photo and an experience; A photo, a story; There are as many stories as there are photos.

65438+1 October1is the day I have been waiting for for a long time, because my sister is married! I haven't eaten snacks for several days, so I'm going to have a big meal this time.

We drove for several hours and finally arrived at my aunt's house, where we saw a festive and beautiful wedding room. Lantern after lantern can cover the whole sky. The flowers are so red, with roses and peonies. I also met my favorite people-my sister, my aunt and uncle ... The important person today is my sister. Although she is a little fat, she looks sweet. Short hair, exquisite makeup and white wedding dress are so elegant and charming.

We began to eat cakes, and we scrambled to eat them one by one. I caught peaches, chocolates and several other flavors! There is a couple standing on the cake! That cake is so delicious that it is sweeter than any cake I have ever eaten.

Then, we came to the place to eat. I am very happy to see so many delicious foods. There was a time when I ate like this and ate a lot of things. It seems that I haven't eaten for hundreds of years.

Just then, I heard a click and this photo was born. Each of us has one. As long as I see this photo, this happy photo of my family comes to my mind.

The story of a photo composition The story behind the 400-word photo 12 I opened the photo album of my trip to Beijing, and the scenes of the Great Wall, the Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square gradually became clear. Suddenly, the photos that left a deep impression on me caught my eye and brought my thoughts back to the fiery July. ...

I remember it was last July 18, the fourth day of our tour in Beijing. At that time, we were going to go to Yuanmingyuan by bus. When we passed the side door of Tsinghua University, the tour guide asked, "Do you want to go down and take pictures?" After his words, my father took my brother and I who were playing games and rushed down first. The queue time is short, and it takes a long time for Dad to take a photo. Click, and this photo of Tsinghua and I will be frozen.

Look at this photo carefully, I have a smile on my face-I am probably enjoying the trip; Put your hand in a' V' shape-this is the classic posture I use when taking pictures; The background is the famous Tsinghua University! At that time, my father told me that this was his ideal photo, and I didn't care too much. Later, I asked my father carefully. It turned out that Tsinghua University was the dream of his father's generation, but his father failed to realize it; I'm dad's best hope now. He expects me to learn something and realize my dream.

Every photo has its own story behind it. I may forget the picturesque scenery and the joys and sorrows of the past. But I will always remember this "ordinary" photo, because it is the meaning of travel, the expectation of my parents and the direction of my efforts!

Story composition of a photo The story behind the 400-word photo 13 I have three photo albums in my drawer, one of which is exquisite and small, and there is only one photo in it. In the photo, I am grinning happily, and the background is a corner of my home. Why do I put an ordinary photo alone in a beautiful photo album?

A few days before I took this photo, I had a fever, felt weak and my head was particularly heavy, so I fell on the bed. Just when I was particularly uncomfortable, my mother came in and she went to the health center behind my back. The doctor said it was a bad cold, and it was nothing serious. I'm a little scared when I have an intravenous drip. My mother comforted me: "It doesn't matter, like a mosquito bite, it doesn't hurt as much as me." After listening to my mother's words, my whole body relaxed and I was not afraid of sharp needles.

After a while, I felt cold. My mother saw it before I told her. She rushed to the thermos and brought a quilt to cover me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current spread all over my body, and it was no longer cold.

After hanging salt water, the fever went down, but the next day, it burned again. So my mother took me to Chun Hu Hospital. At midnight, I suddenly felt cold and trembled involuntarily. Just then, my mother came. She touched my forehead and gave me an antipyretic. I fell asleep after taking the medicine. The next day, I found a black circle next to my mother's eyes. Needless to say, she gave me good medicine and stayed up all night.

A week later, my illness finally recovered. At this time, my mother was really relieved and took some photos for me. Although he recovered from a serious illness, he was ruddy and full of energy. I know, behind this is my mother's love.

The story of a photo composition The story behind the 400-word photo 14 The camera is a painter, recording happy and wonderful stories in life. Among so many works, one is fresh in my memory. In the photo, a big black bear is clumsily riding a bicycle. At that time, the laughter and applause in the venue seemed to still ring in my ears.

I remember last summer vacation, I grabbed the tail of the holiday and came to the wildlife park with my sister. There are tall and straight bamboos, green leaves and even street snacks full of natural flavor. Flamingos pose in front of tourists for people to take pictures. Sometimes I run fast, sometimes I stand still, and sometimes I put my feet up and down. Raccoons wag their tails and red-crowned cranes stand on one leg. ...

After a burst of music, the animals cast admiring eyes on the central area, and people rushed over. The central area began to perform, with black bears riding pulleys, people jumping rope with dogs, tigers and lions vaulting horses and so on. The most interesting thing is that the black bear rides a bike, only to see the black bear put his hand on the handlebar to control the direction. The two hind feet are pedaling hard, and the expression is blank, and they keep looking around, as if afraid of violating the rules. According to the narrator, the black bear is an athlete and can complete difficult movements with amazing strength. This performance made me know the black bear again. I picked up the camera and recorded this moment.

There are happy memories in the camera. Whenever I see it, I will think of that moment of laughter and laughter.

The story of a photo composition The story behind the 400-word photo 15 I saw a photo of me riding a horse on the bookshelf today. In the photo, I am riding a pony carefully. It was taken when my parents took me to travel to Inner Mongolia during the summer vacation.

I don't know when my mother took this unforgettable moment for me with a camera. In the photo, the sky on the grassland looks much bluer than that in Xi 'an, and there are white clouds floating in the sky. The grass on the ground is not as lush as we thought, but a shady carpet is woven with a little bit of green. In the distance, white yurts are like a group of white swans landing on the green grass.

As soon as I entered the grassland, I was attracted by the beautiful scenery. Seeing many horses ahead, I shouted excitedly, "Ride a horse! Riding a horse! " Run quickly to the goal while shouting. With the help of the groom, I chose a group of the smallest horses for myself, and then I was carried on horseback. To tell you the truth, I was really nervous when I first rode a horse. I pulled the reins tightly and followed the cavalry. My horse seems to feel my fear and nervousness, so it spends most of its time walking and sometimes trotting. It doesn't jump when it walks, but jumps when it runs. I am getting used to it. I wasn't so nervous at first. I was more relaxed on horseback and began to enjoy the scenery on the roadside. The cavalry went a long way, and many adults began to have a pain in their buttocks and didn't want to ride, so they were arranged to dismount and return to their original places. Encouraged by my father, I insisted on riding back to the original place together. I feel very happy.

This old photo reminds me of the first time I rode a horse. I experienced the change from fear to confidence. I enjoyed the joy of doing one thing to the end. I will cherish it.