The story of the photo four composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the story four composition of my carefully arranged photos, hoping to help everyone.

Photo Story 4 Composition 1 In my photo album, there are many photos, some full of joy, some childish and some extremely excited. ...

I will never forget one of the photos.

This photo was taken when my parents and an uncle took me to Guangmingding in Huangshan when I was in kindergarten. The story goes like this: that day, we drove to Huangshan, where there were all kinds of beautiful scenery and we couldn't finish it. My parents and I are not familiar with this place, so we invited my uncle who travels frequently to be our "tour guide". My uncle said, "Since I have come to Huangshan Mountain, I will go to the point here-'Guangming Top'." Our uncle's proposal seduced us. So, we came to "Mingding".

It's like a "fairy-like" enjoyment here. My parents and I sighed and said, "This is simply a beautiful scenery on earth!" There is a stone tablet on the top of the mountain, engraved with three vigorous characters of "Guangming Top", with an altitude of1860m. We asked my uncle to take a picture of our family. My uncle took this beautiful and moving scene with the Guangmingding stone tablet as the background and "clicked" it.

This precious photo is a true portrayal of our family going to Guangmingding in Huangshan Mountain. How unforgettable! Now when I see this photo, I seem to smell the fresh air on the top of the lamp again!

There is a family photo on my desk, and it is still so new, 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 know 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.

One early summer morning, the sun was blazing, there was no wind in the air, the sky was cloudless, and the whole sky was as blue as clear water.

I walked on the path in the field, the plants were extremely green, and the vast fields were as bright as green paint. There are wild strawberries in the green grass sticking out of their heads, small red, like stars in the sky, which makes my mouth water. They are guarded by thorns all over the body and are difficult to get close to. But I can't stop my desire to eat them all. I rushed into the thorns and got stabbed in the ankle. Like being stung by a bee, I finally tasted a big, sweet and refreshing one. Being in it, I feel surrounded by delicious red agate, but I don't have the shelter of big trees. The sun scorched me and I was sweating, but I insisted on filling my pockets and going back to share them with my friends.

I was walking home with a bag of wild strawberries, but I found a snake by the roadside. By visual inspection, its length is forty or fifty centimeters. My whole body instantly turned into a cold sweat. I stepped back carefully and kept saying, "You can't see me, you can't see me!" " After the terrible snake left, I cheered loudly: "Don't let me see you again, or I won't let you go, hahaha."

I have this photo in my hand, and the delicious taste of wild strawberries still echoes in my heart.

On Sunday, I looked through photos at home, and one of them impressed me the most. The content of the photo is: On the top of a mountain, I held my two hands high, and stretched out my middle finger and forefinger to make a "V" shape, posing as a celebration.

It is this photo that reminds me of the past-it was last summer vacation, when my parents took me back to my aunt's house, with the mountains behind me. After breakfast the next day, my cousin said, "Let's climb the mountain!" " "I have long wanted to climb the mountain, and my cousin agrees with me. So, we set off with dad.

The mountain road is covered with small wild flowers. At first, I climbed very fast, but I was not left behind by my cousins. Who knows that I can't walk halfway up the mountain, but I can't see my big cousins insisting on climbing, so I insist on climbing. The higher you climb, the steeper the mountain road. In some places, you even have to put your hand next to the ground to climb up. I crawled and sweated my clothes. Looking up, it is still so high, and I really don't want to go any further. I sat down to rest, and my father encouraged me to say, "Persistence is victory. It's time to test your perseverance. I believe you can do it. " Encouraged by my father, I sweated, gritted my teeth and kept climbing. Finally, I climbed to the top of the mountain.

To celebrate my victory, my father took this photo for me at the top of the mountain.

Whenever I see this photo, I will think of the scene when I climbed the mountain. Later, I put this photo in the most conspicuous place on my desk, so that I can often see it, inspiring me to increase my confidence and courage in my future study and life, no matter what difficulties I encounter, and teaching me to be confident in the face of difficulties, not to give up, not to bow my head, and only to persist can I win.

After school, the first thing I do when I go home is to rush into the study, find out the photo album at home and rummage through the photos. Finally, among many memorable photos, I found one that I will never forget. This photo is of my third birthday. This is my favorite photo. Full of laughter, joy and happiness of the whole family.

In the photo, a lovely little girl, a little mushroom with a golden crown on her head, holding a fork in her left hand and a knife for cutting cakes in her right hand, is surrounded by her parents and grandparents, cutting cakes! If you ask who is in this photo, it's actually me!

Everyone is very happy, and I can't wait to jump up. The whole family is celebrating for me and singing birthday songs for me. My mother is a little naughty. She smeared the cream of the cake on my little nose. I sat on the bench and made a "three" gesture in front of my face, which proved that I was three years old! . The hotel staff took this unforgettable photo for us, and my mother said that the posture was really cute.

I like this photo because it reminds me of happy memories. Now I am eight years old and have spent five years with this photo, but every time I see this old photo, I grin. I love my family, they make me happy, and I make them happy!

Photo Story 4 Composition 61937 On August 28th, the Japanese bombed Shanghai South Railway Station. A little boy named "Ding Ding" was crying at the south railway station. Why is he crying? Where are his family and relatives? Then I'll tell you.

At that time, Tintin's family was eating in a restaurant. While they were having fun, the alarm clock suddenly rang. The announcer said, "The Japanese plane is coming. Let's hurry into the bomb shelter. "

Everyone got up quickly and ran straight out. Tintin's father quickly hugged Tintin and took his mother to the door. When they ran away, they heard a bomb "bang" and blew up a house. The ruins of the house fell and hit many people.

The bomb also destroyed a bridge, and Tintin's family escaped, but Japanese bombs were shooting at them. In order to protect Tintin, mom and dad immediately pushed Tintin far away, and they were killed by a bomb.

Tintin sat there in fright and cried loudly. Mom, mom ... "Still holding the doll his mother gave him.

This is a cruel war. In a blink of an eye, poor Tintin's parents left him and his home was gone, leaving him crying with pain and sadness. Seeing this old photo, I can't be calm for a long time. I hope there will be no more wars and peace in the world.

1On August 28th, 937, the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station. The scene in front of us is a mess: collapsed houses, bombed bridges. How big is it for a one-year-old child to sit on the track and cry helplessly? Who caused this tragic scene? It's fucking Japanese!

This morning, Xiaoyu and his family were eating. Suddenly I heard a kind neighbor standing outside the door shouting, "The Japanese devils are coming! Run for your life! " Dad listened and put down the bowl chopsticks decisively. Take a family and join the flood of refugees. Mom leads Xiaoyu, and Dad leads the old man forward quickly. At this time, Xiaoyu fell down because of too many people. Mom wanted to pick up Xiaoyu and continue walking, but she was pushed to the front by people and couldn't come back. Mother waved her arms wildly, trying to let Xiaoyu come by herself. But Xiaoyu is only one year old! He can't walk at all, he can only crawl. Finally, my mother disappeared and the crowd disappeared. Xiaoyu was the only one lying on the ground, crying.

A missile flew by and hit the railway station impartially. Xiaoyu is not dead, but her parents are gone. Where do food, beds and water come from? Xiaoyu survived the first day, but what should she do the next day?

How cruel the war is! It makes countless children lose their mothers and countless wives lose their husbands. In our place, it is peaceful. But many children are still suffering from the war. We should ring the death knell of war, so that everyone can live happily.

Photo story 4 composition 8 Open the photo album of my childhood, and there are many beautiful memories in the photo ... only that one I will never forget.

That one was taken by me, my mother and my gouhuang in summer. I am very young, wearing a white vest and yellow shorts. That's the last photo of Huang.

When filming, I looked at Huang, touched Huang, and Huang fell to the ground, and he went away without knowing it.

Until now, whenever I think of yellow, tears will flow down. He is a good dog. He protected me when I went to school. He will protect me when I meet those stray dogs. When I am anxious, he will scream with them. Sometimes you get hurt if you can't beat it. But it still accompanies me to school every day, just like my patron saint. It's the same after school. I ran out of the house and waited for me on my way home, just like a grown-up. When others saw it, they all said, "Look, that dog is really good!" "

But one day, I found Huang missing, thinking that he had gone out to play, so I left him alone. The next day, Huang didn't follow me to school, and I didn't see him after school. I felt that something had happened to Huang, so I ran home and saw Huang fall to the ground.

"What's the matter?" I almost cried.

"It ... ah! I won't tell you. "

"What's the matter with it? Mom. "

"It was beaten, almost killed, released and then caught by others, and fled back. I don't know if it's true, listen to others. " "yellow, yellow." I burst into tears, but Huang didn't move. "Huang, wake up." Huang died and I cried for a long time. "Mom, take a picture of Huang and us." I said sadly. After taking the photo, I held Huang and my tears kept flowing downwards.

Huang left a lingering impression on my childhood.

Story of a photo 4 Composition 9 A photo will have a story. In my photo album, there is a photo from a long time ago, which records the scene that I was hit by a snowball when my mother had a snowball fight.

That day, after the snow, Chu Qing. The mountain was covered with thick snow, so I went to play with my parents. I see people having a good time. Some make snowmen, some have snowball fights, some shake the snow on trees, and beautiful snowflakes are floating in the sky, which is really refreshing. I invited my parents to join in the snowball fight. But dad picked up the camera and said he wanted to shoot some wonderful moves. I had to fight my mother. The battle has begun. My mother started first and kept hitting me with snowballs. I was covered with snow, even around my neck. I didn't rush to fight back, but kept piling up snowballs. When my mother tried to rob me, I gave it all. It's a pity that I didn't hit a single shot. My mother gloated. Father said, "It's so boring, there is not even a wonderful action." My mother learned from my experience and seldom served. All the snowballs in our hands are full and have been sent out. I'm not bad at this time. I played one or two, but my mother played very hard. Just as the snowball was blooming on me, my father pressed the shutter at that moment. The happy scene of my beating became a permanent memory.

Now when I see this photo, I can't restrain my inner joy, and the scene of playing snowball fights immediately comes to my mind.

Photo Story 4 Composition 10 I have a photo of standing on the beach with a blue lake on my back, which was taken in Weiyang Lake Park. When I saw this photo, I remembered:

One day on National Day, my mother took me and my friends to drive to Weiyang Lake Park to play. There were many interesting things there, and we had a good time. Suddenly, I saw many people beside me. My friends and I went up to listen to them. "Plastic belts invade the land too much, and plastic garbage stays in nature for a long time, generally reaching 100-200 years. Waste plastic packaging mixed in soil will affect the absorption of nutrients and water by crops, which will lead to crop yield reduction. Plastic belts will also pollute water bodies, plastic bottles, lunch boxes of river and sea drifters, plastic belts hanging on trees above the water, bread paper and so on. This not only causes environmental pollution. And if animals eat white garbage by mistake, it will harm their health and even starve to death because they are digesting it.

There is a fire hazard! Almost all white garbage is combustible, and combustible gases such as methane will be produced during natural stacking. Fire accidents caused by open flame or spontaneous combustion often occur, often causing heavy losses. After the waste plastic packaging enters the environment, it is difficult to degrade, causing long-term deep-seated ecological and environmental problems.

Understand this, we should use less plastic belts and use more environmental protection belts to protect the environment. Let's act together!

Photo Story 4 Composition 1 1 In my photo album, there is an old photo with yellow corners. Every time I look at this old photo, my mouth will smile.

In the photo, a little girl is wearing a rose-red coat, waving a national flag in her hand and smiling proudly at the camera! Haha, that little girl is me.

This photo was taken in Alishan. I was only six years old at that time. My father and colleagues made an appointment to climb Mount Ali with the children at home. We sat on the bus, and the mountain road was winding, which felt like riding a roller coaster. As a result, many people in the car got carsick before they got halfway. I'm fine. Guess what? My mother often gives me vitamins, and my father often takes me to exercise. Now I am like Popeye, not defeated by these mountain roads! The bus continued to rotate and staggered all the way, and finally staggered to the top of the mountain. Everyone who didn't throw up in the car fainted and couldn't hold on. I can't help sighing again and again: Wow! The power of Alishan is really great!

The car stopped, and I got off with great energy and interest. Huh? Where are the others? Oh, they are still dizzy in the car. They haven't come down yet! Do they all suffer from "Alishan phobia"? I couldn't help raising my mouth as I thought about it.

Finally, they came down. One by one is not clutching his stomach, or clutching his waist, looking miserable. They all looked at me with envy. I waved my little flag and made a victory gesture. Just then, the white light on my left flashed and I heard a click. My father pressed the shutter. In this way, this memory will be fixed in this photo forever.

Every time I see this old photo, I think: health has a future. We must have a balanced diet and good exercise. Without health, everything is zero.

Photo Story 4 Composition 12 There is an old photo in the fourth grade Chinese textbook. Let's look at the pictures and write an article. therefore ...

1937 August 28th is an unforgettable day. The Japanese devils committed heinous crimes in Shanghai. They wantonly bombed the Shanghai Railway Station. It was noon at that time, and the refugees were crowded at the railway station, ready to leave Shanghai, which was about to go to war. Mao Mao's parents, with their lovely puppies, Mao Mao and Doudou, are also going to take a train to take refuge in grandma's house in the countryside. As soon as the train arrived at the station, the plane screeched in the air. Suddenly, the harsh air defense alarm sounded, and the frightened people fled in panic. But it was too late, the bomb exploded around them and the building collapsed instantly. The overpass was blown in two, and the railway station was riddled with bullets, filled with smoke and corpses everywhere. There are cries and screams everywhere, which makes people miserable.

In order to protect Mao Mao, Mao Mao's parents were killed by Japanese devils. Poor Mao Mao sat by the ruins, crying for his parents, but he broke his throat and no one answered him. "Doudou" came out of nowhere and trembled with fear. It saw its little master and soon fell into Mao Mao's arms. Mao Mao hugged Doudou tightly for fear that it would leave him. Now he only has Doudou to live with him.

Later, Mao Mao was adopted by an orphanage, and so was the lucky Doudou. It has always been with Mao Mao, and Mao Mao will never forget the crimes committed by Japanese devils that day.

How many innocent lives have been taken away by the war, how many families have been broken, and how many children have no books to read and no schools to go to. We are now living in a peaceful era, but we will never forget today when martyrs exchanged their blood. I will always remember that poor Mao Mao and his lovely dog Doudou.

Photo story 4 composition 13 look! The two people in the photo, how come the head is only half taken? And his face is as big as a sesame seed cake. Whose masterpiece is this? It's ugly! Oh, that was my first photo shoot when I was six years old.

I was in the first grade of primary school. Spring is coming, the sun is shining and the peach blossoms are in full bloom. On Sunday morning, my whole family saw that the weather was fine and decided to have a good time in Taohua Mountain. When we are about to arrive at Taohua Mountain, we can see the peach blossoms all over the mountains from a distance. When you come to the foot of the mountain, you can smell a strong fragrance of flowers. We came halfway up the hill along the steps. Naughty brother picks a peach blossom from time to time, smells it and takes a deep breath: "Ah, it smells good!" " "At this time, I found many tourists taking pictures. I thought, why not take pictures of my brother's naughty appearance as a souvenir? So, I asked my uncle for a camera and wanted to take a picture of my brother, but he suddenly dodged. My second aunt looked at me with a bitter face and made me a model with her mother. " Come on, let's take a picture of your mother and me with a sigh and see how your skills are. "I'm so happy, this is my first photo! I asked my mother and my second aunt to stand together and put a beautiful poss. I am not satisfied with them. Finally, I let them stand under a peach tree, choose the best action I think and start taking pictures. As the camera "eggplant" clicked, they were frozen. A minute later, the photo came out, and my second aunt and my mother were shocked: in the photo, my second aunt and my mother had their heads cut off, but their faces were as big as sesame cakes and their mouths were smiling. When I saw my masterpiece, I couldn't help laughing. . . . .

This photo has been treasured by me in my photo album. Although it is not very beautiful, it is my first photographic work after all. Whenever I see it, it always makes me laugh. .....