The story composition in the photo is about childhood.

A. The story composition in the photo is 300 words.

Point: First describe what this photo reminds me of, then describe the cause and effect of this photo in detail, and finally describe how this story influenced me.

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"God, I can't walk!" Every time I see this photo, I think of this sentence.

It was a summer vacation. When I visited the Henan Opera Museum with my friends, I experienced Hua Dan's jokes while walking.

Visiting the costume area of Chinese opera, the teacher took us girls to the stage and taught us how to get to Hua Dan. The teacher said that Hua Dan was the most beautiful character in China's operas, but ancient women had to abide by many rules, so Hua Dan should show the elegant and dignified demeanor of ancient women when walking.

At some point, the teacher showed us: when Hua Dan stood, his feet were in a T-step, and his hands were orchid fingers; When walking, we walked with lotus flowers, with expressions on our faces, smart and lively ... When we heard this, we all froze. It turns out that it is so difficult for ancient women to walk!

It's our turn to perform. We are in a line. After only two steps, the audience is already laughing. I looked to both sides and saw that everyone was walking in a mess, and I was no better. I forgot my expression when I wanted to move. When I noticed my expression, I couldn't keep up. I was in a hurry. The activity ended in laughter. Although our girl performance failed, I think it is the most meaningful thing.

Originally, I thought opera was a program for the elderly. This time, I changed my view on China's traditional drama. Traditional Chinese opera is a traditional culture in China and an art of life. Every place in the opera contains a love for life and beauty.

B. The story composition in the photo

The story in the photo

There are many photos in my bedroom album. Take it out and look through it in your spare time. Most of them recorded my growing up: joy, joy, sadness, loss, and I was scared to cry the first time I took a roller coaster; Bright smile when picking up shells on the beach with my mother; And the joy of winning the English competition for the first time ... they record my growing steps and carry happy memories of my childhood.

Staring at grandma's picture. In the photo, grandma held me and sat on the smooth stone in the park beach, soaking her feet in the cool river and letting her scratch her feet, which was very comfortable. I looked at the water curiously as if I wanted to know what was hidden in it. We have a red sweater that is about to be finished. The beautiful and bright stripe pattern reflects the bright smile on grandma's face. In the afternoon sunshine, everything is so harmonious and beautiful.

"Yes, we really can't control your children. I suggest you take him back to live for a few days first ... "It didn't take long for the director to dial the phone and grandma came.

I haven't been to kindergarten since. Every day, my grandmother takes it with her. When I was hungry, I asked my grandmother to buy food. When you are sleepy, snuggle up in her warm arms and take a nap, or lie next to grandma and watch her knit that colorful sweater. I often hear my grandmother arguing with my parents in other places on the phone about my schooling, but my grandmother always says, "My son is still young, let's talk about it in a few years ..." After hanging up the phone, my grandmother will take me to the park to play, or the beach, the stone, the old place in my childhood memory with my grandmother.

Sixth grade: Chen Junjie

Looking through one by one, unconsciously, the sleeping baby in the photo has become a lively child around his loved ones, and it is time to go to kindergarten.

During the kindergarten, I was very naughty and hated being bound by school teachers. I was crying in kindergarten that day while my parents were on a business trip. I have been destroying my friends while they are playing. The teacher makes harsh noises from time to time when giving lectures. The teachers at school didn't know what to do until …

I thought she would severely criticize me, but who knows, she didn't say a word.

C. composition: the story in the photo.

Composition: the story in the photo

You can take pictures.

Write

1 What competition are you taking part in?

2 what scenic spots to visit

Then talk about feelings.

FYI

Example 1

Every time I open the photo album, there will be an eye-catching photo: in the photo, a teenager dressed in a formal suit and a bow tie stands gracefully in the middle of a concert hall, holding his neck in one hand and playing the guitar in the other. His eyes are so focused, his expression is so cheerful, and his posture is so dignified. The audience was packed and seemed to be immersed in his melodious guitar sound.

The little boy in the photo is me. That was when I took part in the competition three years ago. As soon as I saw this photo, the tense game scene immediately came into view.

One day three years ago, my mother took me to watch a guitar competition. As I am the third from the bottom, I have a whim to go to the audience to watch other players play. But I was shocked after watching the performances of the first few players. Their piano sound is so melodious, and the difficulty of songs is more than one order of magnitude higher than mine. Compared with them, I'm just a rookie. I almost panicked and cried and said to my mother, "mom, mom, they are too powerful, I won't play!" " "Mom gently stroked my head and said," Look at them, how powerful they are. In fact, they are all honed from performance and practice again and again. "Remember, don't wait until you are excellent. Only when you start can you be excellent."

Suddenly, I understood what my mother said, yes! Only by working hard can we become excellent. How can you give up if you don't try? If not a coward, what is this? I wiped my tears, secretly established confidence and walked step by step to the waiting hall next to me.

As the announcer called my name, I took a few deep breaths, walked confidently and nervously to the center of the stage, adjusted my angle and started my performance. But because I was too nervous, my hand kept shaking, and the first note was played wrong. For an instant, that kind of tension and fear occupied my whole mind, my brain was blank and my legs kept shaking. My whole body is like a deflated balloon, with no strength to support it. I really don't know what to do with it! Suddenly, I saw my mother under the stage. She clenched her fist and stared at me closely, secretly cheering for me. I recall what my mother encouraged me just now and feel a powerful force. I readjusted my posture, took a deep breath, rubbed my cold hands and began to play again. Although I am still a little nervous, I am full of confidence at the moment. I firmly believe that no one's success is smooth sailing. What little mistake did I make? I am confident in playing, my hands are coordinated and orderly, and I have a tacit understanding. The piano is also active, sometimes as fast as Ma Benteng, sometimes as slow as running water, sometimes as light as a whisper, and sometimes as high as a towering mountain. At this time, thunderous applause rang out from the audience.

At this moment, my mother raised her mobile phone and turned it on, which kept my best moment forever.

This photo recorded my most beautiful and unforgettable moment, and it remained on the first page of the album. No matter how beautiful other photos are, they can't replace its position, because it profoundly tells me a truth: don't wait for Excellence to start, only when you start can you be excellent!

D. Composition, stories in photos

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. The names of comrades-in-arms are common, but they are extremely precious to me. This is very precious. My dad is a demon who travels a lot, and then she goes out every day. Why is she so depressed? My exercise is perfect. I don't bully people. Ha ha.

E. Story composition in photos

On my desk, there is a photo of our family of three. In the photo, we are wearing diving suits, standing proudly in the blue sea, smiling brightly! As soon as I saw this photo, my heart was filled with happiness and memories of good times.

I was nine years old that year, and my father's unit organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane and came to Hainan Island. Living in a hotel, I stayed up all night excitedly, planning my travel plan for tomorrow.

I got up early the next day. When the tour guide announced that we were going to dive under the sea today, I was even more excited to run around like a rabbit.

When we arrived at the diving field, the coach told us the essentials of diving and took us down to the sea. My heart is like fifteen fights. When the coach asked me, "Are you afraid, little friend?" I stubbornly said, "Who said I was afraid?" After that, he deliberately straightened his chest, quickly put on his diving suit and strode to the sea. Standing in the sea, the cool water gently stroked my leg, and a breeze with the smell of seawater blew. I open my arms and enjoy the embrace of the sea. Just then, the coach said to me, "Are you ready?" "ok!" I made a clever gesture and jumped into the sea. After a while, many colorful fish appeared in front of my eyes. They swam around me as if they were treating me as a strange tourist. I couldn't help reaching out to greet them, but they didn't give me any face and left one by one. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. What a beautiful soft coral! These corals of different colors dazzled me and surprised me secretly. ...

When we surfaced, the photographer left us this precious photo.

When the photo was developed, I put it in a photo frame and kept it until now.

F. The story composition in the photo is 500 words.

The story in the photo

A photo, recording a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.

G. The story composition in the photo is 600 words.

The story in the photo

Opening the old photo album at home, I saw the yellow photos.

That's a photo taken by my mother and uncle when they were children. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old, wearing a small cloth jacket with a square collar, a pair of trousers, holding the trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is going to climb the tree. And my uncle, carrying a big bamboo pole more than three meters long, doesn't know what to do. I don't know until I ask my mother that they will know enough shells. In those days, cicada slough was a good Chinese herbal medicine. Every summer vacation, the children of every family will get up early and go to the Woods in the village to find cicada shells with small baskets and long bamboo poles. My brothers and sisters climbed the tree to find the cicada's shell, while my brothers and sisters helped to pass the bamboo pole and pick up the cicada's shell, which was very tacit. Children often start early in the morning with dry food and don't go home until dark. At this time, their small basket is full of cicada shells, while the small basket with cover is full of cicadas that have not yet returned their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried cicada shells every few days and sent them to the pharmacy in the town, so that the tuition fee for one year would be settled. When the harvest is good, the extra money can also buy some school supplies! Cicada, which is not fully hatched in a small basket, is another rare food for people. Every night, when the cicadas shell, the children can't wait to wash the tender cicadas, clamoring for adults to put them in the pot and fry them, and then sprinkle some salt to eat delicious. There are even greedy children like cats. On the way to the pharmacy to sell cicadas, they secretly hide a few cicadas, fry them in the oil pan when adults are not paying attention to cooking, and then put them in their mouths to eat them with relish. Do you know what delicious food was for children at that time?

This yellowed black-and-white photo seems to have brought me into my mother's childhood, and let me share that wonderful and happy time with my mother!

H. the composition "the story in the photo" is 400 words.

Thinking and writing: You can write about where this photo was taken, with whom, under what circumstances, what it means, and how you feel when you see this photo now.

Text:

Time flies, we go from strangeness to familiarity, from meeting to parting. Every time I see that photo, my mind will always see his bright smile; Every time I think of the time I spent with him, my heart is full of joy; Every time I think of the scene when I left him, my heart is full of infinite thoughts about him. Ah! Friend! I have been away from you for a long time. I wonder if you are all right now.

I remember when I was in primary school, we were deskmates, but we didn't know each other because we met for the first time. It was a small move of his that touched me deeply. From then on, we became inseparable friends.

What a coincidence! My mother and his mother were old classmates many years ago. After graduation, both of them went out to work hard and lost contact. But by chance, he and I entered the same primary school, and their old classmates met again.

After a long time, our relationship has become more and more harmonious, and the photos taken have become much more natural. Even a thick photo album can't be put down. The summer vacation after primary school graduation, we made an appointment to climb Huangshan together.

At the beginning, we were all full of energy and ran up like arrows. But when I ran halfway up the mountain, I was so tired and panting that I sat on a mossy stone. He ran up to me and said loudly, "Persistence is victory." Say that finish, then continue to run. Not to be outdone, I stood up again and quickly caught up with him.

In this way, we encouraged and helped each other all the way and finally reached the top of the mountain. I opened my arms and let the cool wind hit my face, and my heart was full of joy and excitement. Suddenly, his crisp voice came again: "Perseverance is the best gift I can give you before I leave." My eyes blurred, but at the same time, my mouth also showed a bright smile.

We all hugged each other tightly and shed affectionate tears. This scene was photographed by two mothers hiding aside. After the photo was developed, I put it on the most conspicuous table with a wooden photo frame made by him personally, so that I will always remember him and the most precious gift he gave me.

That was the last time I saw him. But I firmly believe that I will cherish this photo all my life and protect our friendship.

Time flies, I have left him for more than half a year, but his figure is always in the depths of my mind and can never be erased.

Ah! Friend! I wonder if you are all right now.

First, the story composition in the photo is 800 words.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up?

Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.

It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.