Pupils write five articles in 600 words about the story in the photo.

A pupil wrote 600 words about the story in the photo.

I haven't seen a photo for a long time, but I found it when I was sorting out the bookcase. Slightly yellow photos reflect the vicissitudes of time, and the dust covered on them is blown away, scattered and scattered by the wind. That's a photo of my first grade. Because I just went to primary school, I needed a lot of places, so I took it with me the next day. But when I got home, I didn't remember it until evening. It's already past seven, and it's raining outside. Plus, I didn't buy a car at home, so I thought, let's not talk about it today, let's talk about it tomorrow.

Later, I didn't know how my mother knew, and asked me if there was such a thing. I had to nod and answer yes. Later, my mother took me riding a battery car in a poncho and went to the print shop to print. At this time, it is already past 8 o'clock in the evening, and many printing shops have closed. We went door to door and got the same result. After running in the rain for more than half an hour, I can't help feeling a little sleepy. My mother had to go home and wait until the next morning to print. I fell asleep when I got home, and I didn't care to brush my teeth and wash my face.

The next morning, I went downstairs and saw a plastic belt on the table, which contained my photo-my mother waited in front of the printing shop for a long time and didn't print it until I opened the door! ..... there should be details here. You can imagine how mom prints some details of the photos.

In fact, as long as you pay attention to observation, you will find that every photo will have a story, perhaps happy or sad; It may be confused or clear ... There are many people's emotions hidden in the photo, whether they are happy or sad, whether they are sad or painful, they will be permanently recorded at the moment when the shutter is pressed.

Stories are hidden in photos, and thousands of stories are hidden in thousands of photos. These stories are memento mori in the fleeting time, and they are also conspicuous stones on the road of life.

The second pupil wrote 600 words about the story in the photo.

The little girl in the photo is standing behind her parents. Guess who she is. That's right! That's me! That was taken during our summer vacation trip to Wuyishan. We climbed Tianyou Peak that day. Before climbing the mountain, I heard the tour guide say that Tianyou Peak has 888 steps. I don't believe it, so my mother said, "Count it if you don't believe it!" I started climbing seriously, counting in my heart. Soon, I climbed halfway up the mountain and was not tired at all. I turned to look, ha! I left my parents far behind. I sat on the stone bench and waited for a long time before I saw them climb up like snails. I proudly said to them, "Look how fast I run. The mountain is not steep at all. I can climb to the top in a short time. " Then I continued to climb. Unexpectedly, the road behind is getting steeper and steeper, the steps are very high, and occasionally you have to use your hands and feet! I was so tired that I forgot to count the steps, but I persisted in climbing to the top of the mountain. It is said that "going up the mountain is easier than going down the mountain." Sure enough, when we went down the mountain, we felt our legs shaking slightly, so we had to walk down slowly step by step. Poor mother, scared to sit on the steps and walk down step by step, I couldn't help laughing and bending over. I'm not afraid. I walked faster and faster, and soon I was halfway up the mountain. After waiting for a long time, I saw my father limping down and looking miserable. It turned out that my father accidentally stepped on it and cut his leg. I'm glad I didn't roll down the hill. Soon, my mother also arrived. She pointed to the mountain. "Look!" We looked up and saw that the narrow path on the cliff was crowded with dense people, who were slowly moving up the mountain. The photographer next to him said humorously, "This is called ants moving. Let's take a picture! " Then, with a click, a photo was born.

Every time I see this photo, I will think of the scene of climbing the mountain that day and the unforgettable trip!

Three pupils wrote 600 words about the story in the photo.

Growing up, my photos were all in my mother's box. Each photo tells a different story and records a happy childhood. Among them, what impressed me the most was the photo of my 10 birthday. Whenever I finish my homework, I can't help but pick it up and read it. Every time I see this photo, I will think of that beautiful memory and my face will be filled with a happy smile. Look, the little girl in jeans who is standing among her classmates with a full face of spring breeze is me. I remember that time, it was my 10 birthday. The night before yesterday, my mother bought me a lot of sweets, including jelly, ice cream and a lovely big cake. The next day, it was sunny. I went to school with my schoolbag on my back early in the morning. I have a big black bag in my hand, which contains some sweets to be distributed to my classmates. I walked into the classroom with joy, only to see my classmates smiling at me with something behind my back. I was sitting in my seat. Suddenly, all my classmates said to me, "Happy birthday, Xiao Qi!" " "Xiaoyan said, and gave me a lovely doll, and Komori gave me a beautiful box with some candy in it ... I saw it and excitedly said to them," Thank you! " "

Before the end of the second class in the afternoon, the teacher said with a big smile: "Today is Xiaoqi's birthday. Let's give her our best wishes. Please welcome our birthday boy. " Everyone clapped their hands in unison, and my heart was suddenly overjoyed. The students sang birthday songs for me while clapping their hands, and shouted in unison: "Happy birthday to Xiaoqi!" " "I said to you," thank you, this is a gift I received. The teacher said, "Xiaoqi will send us some candy!" " ! ""Everyone jumped up with joy. I took out candy for everyone. When I handed out candy, the teacher happily took beautiful photos with his mobile phone. After handing out the candy, the teacher asked them to hold it high and let me stand in the middle. In an instant, the teacher fixed the happy moment for us. My mother helped me take pictures and get plastic surgery.

Now as long as I pick up the photo, I can't help but think of the happy scene at that time, and a warm current will come to my heart. Makes me feel extremely happy, and my heart is as sweet as honey.

Four pupils wrote 600 words about 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.

Five pupils wrote 600 words about the story in the photo.

In my photo album, there is a photo of me 10 months or so. In the photo, I am riding a fluffy puppy doll. It was winter. I wear a hat, a scarf around my neck and thick clothes. My nose is red. You may think it's frozen red, but it's not ... It's a long story. That day, I went to school in a walker. Who knows, as soon as I stepped out with one foot, I felt something was wrong. Then, I fell down the stairs and my mother heard me. I turned around and stopped. At that moment, my whole brain didn't think about anything, but I quickly reacted and burst into tears. My mother panicked and asked my father to help me up, take out the walker and touch my head. At this time, my father came running and looked at me from head to toe like a porcelain appraiser. He took a deep breath and said, "Fortunately, the quality of this walker is good, not very serious, but the nose is a little bruised."

Later, my parents sent me to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. According to their memories, the doctor said, "The child is fine elsewhere. It is this nose that has left sequelae and is prone to nosebleeds. Please be careful with your children in the future and stop touching your nose. "

So, from now on, I have another "arduous" job: protecting my nose.

Whenever I see this photo of my red nose in the photo album, I always think of my sad past and always touch my fragile nose. This incident also warned me that I should think twice before doing anything in the future. Although I am still young, this photo left an unforgettable memory for me. ...