Narrative composition of stories in photos

In my big photo album, I cherish a photo of my whole family.

The background of the photo is a farm yard, which is covered with golden corn cobs, showing the joy of autumn harvest.

There are eleven main characters in the photo, arranged in four rows. The two kind old people sitting in the front row are my grandparents. There are three children standing in the second row, with my cousin and cousin on the left and right. The one with the brightest smile in the middle, needless to say, you can guess, is my lovely one! Standing behind the three of us is our beautiful and amiable mother. The three men standing in the fourth row corresponding to us are our handsome and loving fathers. You see, we can feel that we are happy from everyone's expressions!

Do you want to know the origin of this family photo? Let me tell you something.

20 1 1 On June 2nd, our family drove back to their hometown, Xiaomazhuang Village, Yangzhuang Township, Wugang City, to attend the wedding of one of my uncles. How many people came to the wedding! Everyone laughs like a blooming flower! In the process of adults drinking water, my brothers and I found several mineral water bottles, filled them with water, then pierced a small hole in the bottle cap and gently squeezed the bottles with our hands. The water flowing out of the small hole is like a fountain, which is beautiful and fun. In this way, we chased each other, you sprayed me, I sprayed you, attracting many onlookers. They looked at us with envious eyes and couldn't help clapping or laughing. Everyone was very happy. During the period, adults chatted while drinking. From their hearty laughter from time to time, we can hear that they speak as fast as they drink. In order to make this happiness and happiness last forever, we asked someone to take this family photo.

How's it going? After listening to the story in the photo, you must be like me, as if you were back in that happy scene!

Chapter two: The story in the photo.

Open the photo album that has been dusty for a long time, and the memory is like a river that has opened the floodgate. Suddenly, I am submerged in the memory.

From my birth to now, there are hundreds of photos in the album, each of which will have a short story, either cute, touching or warm, and one of them reminds me of the scene at that time.

When I was four years old, I hosted the first performance to celebrate June 1st in kindergarten. We put on makeup and came to the Cultural Palace. There are so many people in the auditorium! I'm nervous, because this is my first time hosting,

Teacher Zhang Ping seems to see my nervousness. The teacher took me to the center of the stage, gently touched my head and said, Linlin is really beautiful tonight, and Linlin will definitely succeed. Until today, I will never forget the teacher's eyes at that time. This firm belief has given me endless courage.

At seven o'clock, the party began with wonderful music. I'm wearing a blue princess dress and holding a microphone. I walked onto the stage with trepidation. Seeing the dense audience under the stage, I was suddenly stunned and my mind was blank. I can't remember any lines I recited. I looked back at the teacher with tears in my eyes, but the teacher gave me a thumbs-up and nodded to me with a smile. I was not afraid at once, and the lines I recited came back. When I finished reading my lines fluently, thunderous applause rang out from the audience. I confidently walked off the stage and was greeted by the teacher's tight hug.

I smiled, and so did the teacher. My mother raised her camera and left an unforgettable memory in my life.

Article 3: the story composition in the photo

There is a photo in my photo frame, which shows a little girl with a ponytail and bent eyebrows and red lips. She is wearing a beautiful princess dress, which is very beautiful. Grandma said that little girl was me. You must think it's strange that I am a man. Why did you suddenly become a little girl?

Grandma said there was an interesting story behind this photo.

I was not three years old that year. I am very naughty and like to make trouble. I saw my sister sleeping at noon that day, so I wanted to play a trick on her. I ran to find my sister. Pinch your nose and pull your ears. I just woke my sister up. My angry sister wanted to play a trick on me, so she found her mother's cosmetic box ... half an hour later, I became a little girl. Grandma told me that when I looked in the mirror, I was scared to cry. I don't know this man at all. He is still wearing a princess dress. I heard that my sister laughed with a stomachache. And took pictures of me with my mobile phone. Now that I think about it, I was so funny at that time. I wanted to play a trick on my sister, but I was teased by my sister. After that, I never dared to play tricks on anyone again.

But that "ugly" photo was left in my photo album. It's ridiculous to think about it now, but this photo is also worth my treasure. It will also be a good memory for me. I like to listen to stories in photos.

Chapter four: The story in the photo.

Time is like running water, which flows quietly day and night. I also grew from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to write tears in a notebook.

Put down the dusty photo album for a long time, and my thoughts began to roll. I touch every photo, and every photo tells a story about me and my childhood. My eyes suddenly stopped at a photo with some yellow edges, and I smiled happily.

In this photo. There is a little girl wearing a skirt with croissants. She was crying in the sky. This is me. There is also a big boy who eats lollipops and laughs badly, and that is my brother.

I remember it was an autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the store. My brother wants to eat it, too. If I don't give it to him, he will give me bad brains.

He lied to me that he could find a bigger and more beautiful lollipop in my mother's car basket, and whoever got it got it. I really want it, so I have to get it At that time, I was too short to reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me, and I moved the stool to turn over my mother's basket.

I didn't find a lollipop in the basket. I was just about to ask my brother. Looking back, he was eating my lollipop! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I just sat on the ground and cried. It happened to be photographed by my aunt who just bought a camera.

It's been seven or eight years since this happened. Now think about it. I was really cute at that time. This is the story that happened in my photo.

Chapter five: The story in the photo.

Twelve spring and autumn years, I don't know hundreds of photos, which witnessed my growth.

Open the photo album and enjoy it page by page. The photos of my childhood are so cute. I often look at photos and sigh, "I am so old!" "

Look at this photo, I'm all smiles, my hands are open and my feet are crossed. What am I doing? By the way, there were guests at home that day, and I was excitedly introducing my room!

Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud. See that big bed? I saved money to buy a set of furniture in my room. I remember grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself. Mother said anxiously, "I'm afraid you don't have enough money." Otherwise, buy something cheaper! " ""no, just buy it! "Later, I decided to borrow money from my mother to buy furniture, but my mother kept saying no. As for me, I must return it. I'm seriously writing an iou to prepare for installment payment.

As I seldom do housework, I will be very diligent this time. If I do housework once, my mother will get rid of a little debt, …

In the morning, I got up early and began to prepare breakfast. At first, I often made mistakes: the cream buns were not steamed well, and there was too much jam ... It was also convenient to prepare breakfast slowly; In the evening, I will go to the balcony: put my clothes away, fold them and put them in the closet. ...

In this way, a few months later, my mother felt very sorry and said, "Forget it, don't do it, don't pay it back!" " "But I still stick to my original decision and still do housework happily. When my mother told me that I had paid off my debt, I jumped for joy. At that time, I really realized the joy of paying and gaining. ...

I remember buying furniture in the fifth grade. This photo was taken in the sixth grade. It's the seventh grade. After all this time, I am still proud of it. However, now that I think about it, I borrowed a lot of money from my mother when I bought furniture, and I paid off the service fee of five yuan every time. My mother must have helped me. So, now I do more housework whenever I have time. Although I want to help my mother, in my heart, this reason is also the main reason!

Every time I see this photo, I run to the room, take a look, and then I can't help laughing!

A photo, a story, this is the story of saving money to buy furniture; A photo, a harvest, this is an unforgettable harvest in my life!

Chapter six: 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 cousins, 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 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. composition

Chapter 7: The Story in the Photo

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.

Chapter 8: The Story in the Photo

Look, the little girl riding a camel in the photo is me.

Last summer vacation, my parents took me to Zhengzhou Happy Valley. We had a good time and were tired of it. We came to a clearing to have a rest and found an old woman resting there with a camel. I really want to go for a walk by camel. My mother seemed to guess my mind and asked me, "Do you want to ride a camel?" I said happily and loudly, "Yes!"

My mother took me to see camels. I stepped on the pedal with my left foot and the camel with my right foot, so I got on the camel. The camel stood up with its front legs first, and I leaned back, feeling extremely nervous and clutching the reins. It slowly stood up on its hind legs and the camel began to carry me on the road. It's so comfortable to stagger!

Suddenly, the camel found a big tree with bright green leaves by the river, which made it drool. The camel went to the tree, stretched out its neck, spit out its long tongue, rolled a handful of leaves into its mouth and ate them sweetly. I touched the camel's back and said; Eat more, eat more, eat enough! "

The camel is full, take me back to the starting point. I rode on a camel and waved to my parents and said, "I'm back!" " Like a victorious general. My father gave me a thumbs up, and my mother picked up the camera, pressed the shutter and took a photo of me.

The camel slowly lies down on its hind legs, and then lies down on its front legs. I came down from it, touched its face and said happily, "thank you!" Goodbye! "

Every time I see this photo, it will bring my thoughts back to that happy moment.