10 600-word composition on story theme in selected photos.

Every family has some memorable old photos. Looking at these old photos, the past years will reappear in front of us, and the joys and sorrows of the past seem to have happened yesterday. The following is a selection of 10 essays on the theme of the story in the photos I arranged for you. You are welcome to learn the reference, which will definitely help you.

Story theme in the photo 600-word composition 1

Open the dusty photo album, which records many interesting things and some painful things in our childhood. But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my kindergarten classmates and I extended our classmates to the blue sky to welcome the school anniversary that year.

Remember, it's time to prepare for the school anniversary. Because of age, we have to leave kindergarten and our dear teacher. As a wayward child, I am not happy at the thought of parting from my friends. Teachers and partners all know that this will be the last celebration for kindergarten. In order to liven up the school atmosphere, some parents also buy fireworks to celebrate with their partners. Teachers and students sang the school song that everyone is familiar with. Everyone smiles as beautiful as a blooming flower and as colorful as a rainbow. Everyone is tired on this day.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively. The teachers urged me and other partners to work hard to win honor for our family, and gave each of us a small poem. That night, watching the charming sparks rippling in the air, my partners and I reached out to the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment. From my parents' eyes, 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, that affectionate moment 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 kindergarten.

Story theme in the photo 600-word composition 2

"Smile!" Click! Took another photo. Oh, so this is my birthday when I was 5 years old! Hey, why do I smile so happily in the picture?

Oh, it was my fifth birthday, which was very interesting, because at that time I was in my hometown, my uncle took me to play in the morning and took me to pick up the cake in the afternoon, and then I left a smile for this moment. That day, I was very excited, and the weather was a little cold, so the wind was very uncomfortable on my face. It's very cold. I followed my uncle to the cake shop to buy cakes. As I walked, I looked up and asked my uncle, "Uncle, what does the cake look like?" Uncle said: "Don't worry, you will know when you arrive!" " "However, the cake is wrapped when it is made, so I still can't see what the cake looks like! Then I asked my uncle anxiously, "Uncle, what is the cake like?" Uncle said unhurriedly, "don't worry, we'll know at night!" " "So, I'm anxious to get to the evening.

My brothers and sisters came to my uncle's house one after another, and I also received two gifts, one is a red hat with pigtails and the other is a bear! I was very happy and thought, "Haha, I must show my friends when I go back to Shenzhen! I will see my cake soon! Well, how about my cake? " So, I said to my parents, "Mom and Dad, they are all here. Let them go.

The cake is out! "So, my lovely mouse cake came out! When my brothers and sisters saw me take out that lovely cake, they jumped up with joy: "Wow, it's so beautiful! Haha, it's so cute that I don't even want to eat it! "After plugging in candles and singing songs, I made a wish and blew out the candles with my brothers and sisters. Thirty minutes passed, and we also ate half of the cake. Dad took advantage of my unprepared "click" and photographed me eating the cake in a mess! Later, I ate almost all. I put on a new red hat and took a picture with a teddy bear in my hand.

To this day, I still have this photo. Whenever I see this photo, I miss it and want to laugh! Childhood is always happy. Every time I open the photo album, the ups and downs of my childhood are in front of me. Childhood, like colorful bubbles, flies everywhere, big and small, but bubbles always disappear in the sky!

Story theme in the photo 600-word composition 3

There is a photo at home that I can't forget. Because of him, my memory is like a frozen moment, which I can't forget for a long time.

It was a hot day in June. We have just finished our first class and are nervously preparing for the next class. Our favorite English class. But why did those ten minutes suddenly pass so slowly? The head teacher arranged the last team for us: "Taking this photo means that your primary school career is over." Say that finish, the class teacher of each class leads the students of this class to the designated position. I took this precious photo and will leave our alma mater.

That moment seemed to be the most attentive moment in our class, staring at the camera. In just a few seconds, these six years came to my mind. Fight together. I have done hundreds of papers, thousands of exercises and hundreds of pens, all of which are printed in my mind.

"Hey, lend me your ruler." Say to the students next to you, look at those faces that are not familiar in primary school.

We used to complain that we struggled together for six years and were crazy for six years, but one test paper failed everyone. Graduation photo passed away.

At the sports meeting, no matter how incompatible it is at ordinary times, I will cheer for you at the critical moment. You will meet a passerby, but not as good as you in primary school.

If we want to go back in time, I will go back to primary school and let us be crazy for another six years without regret.

In the third row from the left, the second girl is no longer timid. Is the first teacher in the second row on the right still so strict?

This will be the most precious and precious photo containing our story.

Story theme in the photo 600-word composition 4

"Time goes by without regrets, but the past can only be recalled", and our bits and pieces can only be fixed by photos.

One day, I looked through our photo album and found a photo of my childhood, and my memory was awakened.

In the photo, I am on the beach, my father is carrying me, and my face is full of countless joys and happiness. The picture is very warm. But at this moment, I noticed a detail-how dad is so young! Looking at my father now, my heart and nose suddenly feel sour: there are countless wrinkles on my dark skin, my eyes are a little bloodshot, my hair is not so black, and a few white hairs are not so strange. ...

What made him change so much? It's the years, it's me. Every night, mom and dad came back late, and before they had a rest, I interrupted them, and a lot of problems emerged. And my father will always patiently guide me. At this time, I will find another problem-my father's white hair seems to be more.

Not only that, she finally had some time to take us out to play, either because I didn't have time to go or because I was always interrupted by sudden phone calls. In short, most of them ended in regret.

If it weren't for this photo, no one would remember his father's fatigue and running around, but even such a small photo is enough to make people cry.

A photo, recording a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo contains an emotion. It is such a small and far-reaching photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which erased the dust of memory and awakened a tear. ...

Story theme in the photo 600-word composition 5

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 is frozen red, but it is not. ...

It's a long story That day, I learned to walk in a walker. My mother said a word to me and went downstairs. I was young and didn't know anything. I followed my mother to go downstairs, as if walking on a flat road. Who knows, as soon as I stepped out with one foot, I felt something was wrong. Then, I fell down the stairs. My mother turned around when she heard this. The moment I stopped, my whole brain didn't think 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. ...

Story theme in the photo 600-word composition 6

When I was a child, there were not many photos, but every photo had good memories.

I don't really remember what happened when I was a child. It's all bits and pieces. My parents or grandparents told me about my childhood. My brother never told me anything about my childhood. I don't think he was old enough to remember clearly at that time, so he never told me about my childhood.

However, when I learned from my parents what I did to my brother when I was a child. I understand why my brother didn't tell me about my childhood. I also began to think that my childhood was the most difficult time for my brother.

Mom and dad said that what I did to my brother when I was a child can be described as "there is something in the sky, but there is nothing underground". My parents said that I always learned from my brother when I was a child, and I did whatever my brother did. There is a photo in which my brother puts his hand on my shoulder. I imitate my brother "not to be outdone", but I can't put my hand on my brother's shoulder because of my short arm. He wouldn't let me imitate him, so I hit him. That's what my parents said. Besides, mom and dad said that I once beat a brother to tears.

What a pity!

However, the relationship between our brother and sister is not what it was when we were children. Although there have been quarrels, we haven't stopped quarreling since he entered high school, and the probability of quarreling is zero.

Now we are like brothers and sisters that parents want. My family often praises me, saying that I am sensible and know how to get along well with my brother. That's right. I didn't understand it when I was a child, so I did it. Now that I'm grown up and sensible, of course I won't do that again.

Story theme in the photo 600 words composition 7

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In the photo, two girls are holding bright awards and smiling sweetly. At first glance, they are United and friendly, but in fact they are one by one.

"The level didn't come out, so you got the first place. It won't be so easy next time. " She raised her chin slightly and snorted. "You too." I hooked my lips and giggled. Everyone knows that there are two masters in my class: one is outspoken and good at mathematics, and the other is introverted and fluent in Chinese. Both of them are working hard in secret. I looked at her report card with a difference of six points from mine and said to myself, "Your strength is as good as mine."

The leaves are falling, I hold the test paper tightly, and my heart is full of unwillingness. "Ah, don't hold on if it's not an umbrella. I won't tell you this question. " I looked up and saw her looking down at me. I said angrily, "You have won the first prize you wanted, so why are you laughing at me?" She was slightly dazed, and then gave a wry smile: "Forget it if you don't appreciate it. I'm not here to argue with you. My mother is going to transfer me. " "If you want to leave, just leave. What's the use of telling me? " I am still cold, but there is an unspeakable loss in my heart. "I just want to tell you that no one has won the first prize with you, so you don't have to be so nervous." "Wait a minute." She was about to leave when she stopped in the dim light. "Let's ... race back to the paper boat."

The moonlight is bright, the lake is long, the origami boat is swaying slightly in the water, and there are some ripples on the mirror, reflecting her and my face. "You won." She lost to me, but for the first time, she smiled instead of shouting. "Deliberately release water." I looked at her, and her immature face overlapped with her now. My fight with her probably started in a paper boat competition when I was a child.

"Why are you still here?" When school started, she swaggered past my seat as usual. "I changed my mind. Last time I was only two points higher than you. I have to crush you by 6 points to make sense. " She said proudly, but I rushed over and hugged her. When I took the exam again, I wrote "my friend" on the composition paper and looked up and smiled at her. ...

The luckiest thing in life is that when you look back, she can still compare with you, that's all. Although the years are not static, they can be spurred. From diamond cut diamond to mutual appreciation, our friendship is like sailing against the current, competing with each other and cherishing each other. I am confident that in this exam, I will still be C in the photo. Don't be too proud. ...

Story theme in the photo 600-word composition 8

Time goes by, but the memory is not old. The only thing that can remind people of the past is that photo. They are waiting for accidental pick-up, waiting for immature years, waiting for amazing time.

When I was growing up, this photo always told a different story.

I was five or six years old.

Lu Xun has a "Herb Garden", so does my grandfather. As long as I have a holiday, it is my world. Grandpa has no other hobbies, only likes growing flowers.

The backyard is full of flowers, but I don't know much. That day, my grandfather was bending over to hoe a flower by the water shelf, so I tried to put one on my grandfather's head. Unexpectedly, my grandfather seemed to see it, pulled my hand back, kicked the dirt off my hand and taught me to recognize flowers: the white one is called gardenia, and the red one is called rose. What's the name of this budding little one? Oh, Molly. He looked at me kindly and touched my head.

The days in the backyard passed day by day, and I finally knew that there were spring flowers, Chinese roses and azaleas in our backyard. There are gardenias, hydrangeas and jasmine in summer; There are chrysanthemums, laurels and begonia in autumn; Winter is accompanied by proud wintersweet. All the year round, colorful. In this way, Xiang Hua took root in my mind: "Tell you a secret!" " I want to grow sugar! "I got red in the face with excitement. Grandpa was stunned first, and then burst out laughing. "Grandpa smile what ah? Don't you think you can't plant it? Mom and Dad said so ... "I'm a little lost, and the fruit candy in my hand is a little sticky."

"No, no, I will help you plant it!" Grandpa rushed over and brought a flowerpot, earth, a small watering can and a small shovel. Busy for a long time, I finally planted it! I skipped happily for a long time, and grandpa smiled, as if his backyard smelled of candy.

From then on, the dream was sweet: the fruit candy sprouted from the flowerpot, blossomed white and pink florets, and then planted all kinds of sugar: butterscotch, fruit candy, cotton candy … The New Year really came to fruition! There is candy on the lush and lovely purple hydrangea! Colored wrapping paper wrapped in candy, like a baby, sleeping in clusters of light purple and deep purple flowers. I happily took a candy to grandpa and told him that it really worked, really worked! Grandfather looked at my red, almost mature face and still smiled. He was not surprised at all, as if he had known for a long time, and said, "Then eat quickly and don't let it melt."

In the photo, I stand next to a purple hydrangea, next to the candy in the deep and shallow green backyard. My round face overflowed with a sweet smile, my curved eyebrows looked at my grandfather who took pictures, and my eyes were full of happiness.

The story of the photo ends here, but at that time, I was afraid that my happiness with grandpa and flowers would never end.

Story theme in the photo 600-word composition 9

Mobile phone and computer wallpaper are unforgettable photos. Because of this photo, my memory will always be fixed at that moment and I can't forget it for a long time.

It was a hot day in June, and the class teacher held a graduation ceremony for us, and invited a professional photographer for us, just to help us leave the last good time.

That day, it was breezy, but I felt unusually hot. The sun shines on my face, and my tears are about to evaporate.

The teacher helped us form a formation. We walked to the front of the camera, and the class teacher sat in the middle with a sweet smile on his face, but the smile could not conceal his sadness, which was unwilling to give up our sadness. Next to the English teacher, the word "don't give up" seems to be written on his face. "3,2, 1。" "We graduated!" At the same time, my face is full of smiles, but tears that may not live up to expectations are swirling in my eyes.

Finally, my tears fell down. This is the first time I feel that tears are hot. It burned my face, but cooled my heart. Suddenly the crying in the class became louder. I don't want to cry in front of my classmates when I leave the classroom. Recalling these, tears once again swirled in the corner of my eyes. We often say that "we won't leave until time is old", but now, time is not old, but we are scattered.

After the graduation ceremony, everyone walked out of the campus with tears and memories of six years, so that everyone's face was filled with youth and graduation photo, who was full of joy, was engraved in our hearts.

In the six years of primary school, we "survived" 9600 classes, 240 weeks, 12 semester, but a group of people broke up, leaving only a graduation photo and a sentence-goodbye.

Time goes by and we are growing. Eternal is a good memory.

Story theme in the photo 600-word composition 10

In my photo album, there are many photos, one of which is my favorite.

This was taken when my parents and I went to the park last summer vacation. I remember at that time, we drove along the winding Panshan Highway to the top of the mountain. I stood by the guardrail at the top of the mountain and looked down. Pedestrians under the mountain are as small as ants, houses are like birdcages, and cars run on the road like toy cars.

I found some people flying kites, playing bumper cars and playing basketball on the mountain ... While I was hesitating about what to play, an old man came up to us with a horse and asked me, "Kid, can you ride a horse?" Riding a horse is fun. "Hearing this, I nodded. Grandpa told me and my father how to get on the horse, where to grab our hands and where to step on our feet. With his help, we got on horseback and sat firmly in the saddle. My father hugged me, and my hand clutched the saddle tightly. I suddenly felt what a big horse it was. The horse was pulled forward by his grandfather. At first, the horse walked slowly, and I found it interesting to sit on it. Later, grandpa let go of the reins and told us, "Ma knows the way and will come back after showing you around. "Let the horse run by itself. Without grandpa's traction, I was a little nervous, afraid that I would fall and hold the saddle tighter. However, although the horse is tall, it is very docile. After carrying us around the Peak Park, it returned to the finish line safely. Dad told me that this is an old horse who knows the way. When my father and I were about to get off the horse, my mother took a photo, which left us a beautiful moment. Look! In the photo, I hold the saddle tightly and have a cheerful smile on my face.

Every time I see this photo, I will recall the ride that day.

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