The Story Narrative Composition of Photos

No matter in school or in society, you will always come into contact with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the story narrative composition of the photos I arranged, hoping to help everyone.

Photo Story Narrative Composition 1 There are many scenic photos in my photo album, but the one I took in Cicheng is my favorite.

That day, Classical and I went to Cicheng to play. I was in high spirits all the way and couldn't wait to get to Cicheng early.

When I came to Cicheng, I walked into the gate and saw that the house in Cicheng was very old and the trees were lush, as if painted with a layer of green paint. We walked while enjoying the beautiful scenery around us. Suddenly, we were attracted by the beautiful scenery of Cihu Lake. I see the water in Cihu Lake is crystal clear. From time to time, I can see small fish swimming around happily. There are many smooth and translucent pebbles at the bottom of the lake. We reveled in the beautiful scenery. Unconsciously, we came to the government. As soon as we entered the door, we saw the statue of Father Land. As we walked forward, we saw a beast carved there, and all the treasures below were gold and silver. This beast is called the greediest in the world. It is said that it is very greedy for money and is called the most greedy person in the world.

Walking, I came to the back garden, and a beautiful picture came into view. I saw it was green, as if it was going to lose its green paint. The azaleas next to them seemed to be wearing red dance skirts, and a breeze blew, and they danced. I quickly said, "It's beautiful here. Let's take a photo here as a souvenir! " "I stood on a stone and made an action. The camera clicked and left me with a happy moment.

A few days later, the photo came out, only to see how brightly I smiled in the photo. I twisted my ass, holding my waist in one hand and my chin in the other. The action was so beautiful. I am surrounded by spring.

Every time I see this photo, I can't help but think of the story of that day.

Photo Story Narrative Composition 2 In my photo album, there are many old photos. My favorite is the one where my mother took me to Wuhan Botanical Garden for menstruation when I was one and a half years old, aunt, uncle, brother and sister. In the photo, everyone has a big smile on his face except me. My brothers and sisters are all holding ice cream spoons in their mouths and a big box of ice cream in their hands, while I am crying in my mother's arms ... Please walk into the story behind this photo with me!

That is me. I just learned to walk, and I am very enthusiastic about walking. No, as soon as I got to the park, I spread my feet and strutted at the head of the line. After a while, my brother actually surpassed me. I stamped my foot hurriedly and stopped my brother arbitrarily. My brother is not allowed to walk in front of me. In desperation, my brother had to let me go in front, stand in the same place and wait for me to go out for a while, and he could only squat down and move forward, so that I could lead everyone to move forward more bravely.

Wuhan in late June is already a big stove. After a short walk, my brother and sister shouted "Too hot, too hot". When my aunt saw this, she quickly went to the next store and bought two boxes of ice cream for her brother and sister, but only gave me pure milk. Now I'm unhappy. Why can my brother and sister eat ice cream, but I can only drink pure milk at room temperature and watch my brother and sister eat ice cream in a big way? Finally, the "small flame" broke out! I rushed to my sister and grabbed the ice cream from her and wolfed it down, but it didn't last long and my sister took it back. I was so angry that I sat down on the ground and cried. My mother quickly came and hugged me. Just then, my uncle pressed the shutter of the camera and recorded this wonderful moment. This is a picture of my brother and sister proudly holding an ice cream spoon while I struggle to cry in my mother's arms.

In a blink of an eye, I am almost ten years old, and the crying baby in the photo has grown up. Whenever I see this old photo, I will think of the happy time when I was a child and feel the love of my brother and sister.

The narrative composition of the story of the photo 3 There are many beautiful memories in childhood, and there are many unforgettable stories behind the exquisite photos. Today, I will tell the story behind my photo!

This photo is of me and the monkey. My face is full of happy smiles, and the monkeys are greedily eating peanuts in my hand. ...

The story happened like this: one year I went on a trip with my parents. On the way, we passed a monkey mountain. What caught my attention was that several monkeys were playing with their companions. They are so cute, their golden eyes are straight, as if they are playing some bad idea. What is striking is their naked, red buttocks, which are said to have been burned red when the Monkey King crossed the Flame Mountain. In the most conspicuous place of the rockery, a monkey actually learned to look like a human being, with a half-cut cigarette in his mouth, which made us laugh!

Seeing that others are taking pictures with monkeys, I can't wait to try it. The administrator asked me to sit down first, and then stuffed some peanuts into my hand. I watched three or five monkeys coming towards me. At that time, I felt uneasy and afraid of being attacked by monkeys. The photographer read my mind and said, "Don't be afraid, the monkey won't hurt you!" " Sure enough, they grabbed peanuts from my hand one by one, and slowly peeled the shells around me and ate them. Just then, with a click, the photographer left me with the best moment. ...

Whenever I am free, I always take out those photos, which record my growth, my happiness and my wonderful moments. ...

A photo is a piece of paper that can mobilize memory, and the bits and pieces of memory condense into stories.

I have a photo of Zhang Zhengui, which captures my quick figure in the swimming pool. There were more people in the swimming pool than usual that day. I skillfully waved my arms in the water, which was so carefree. Spray after spray, soft water caressed my face and glided across every inch of my skin. Gorgeous silk "dress" rippled with the waves, just right, just like a waltz. You will never believe that the story behind the photo, I used to be so lame.

At that time, I was in the fifth grade and couldn't swim. I panicked in the pool and was very scared. The fear of water began with my dad, who often threw me into the water and then played aside. Water is poured into the nasal cavity and mouth, and my throat and eyes are about to crack. Water, cruel man, "gouged out" my eyes without a lamp; Water, arrogant person, "pinched" my neck, without a glimmer of hope; Water, a vicious person, "took away" my soulless life. At that moment, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't do anything, I couldn't breathe, and I personally felt the fall of life. I want to live, and there is no better wish. I can't breathe because the battery is overloaded, so it's hard; As heavy as the drums at dusk; It's like death, so I want to stay. I can't stay. No one came to save me? Dad? Dad? I'm dying! Please help me! Maybe dad found something unusual and he fished me out-I can finally breathe.

From then on, I vowed to master swimming. Under the pressure of the swimming coach and the determination to overcome the water, the journey of studying began. Getting into the water still makes me feel so difficult. The resistance of water hinders the expansion of the chest cavity, making it difficult for me to breathe, like a rope holding the chest cavity and twisting it hard; Like octopus, the sucker sticks to the skin. The point of inhaling in panic is absurd, and I can't be so calm; I get confused when my paddling arm is nervous, so I can't be so awake; It's hard to breathe in a hurry, I can't do it so easily … give up! I want to give up! My ambition was polished by cold and heartless water, lost by weightlessness, and made weak by unreasonable bullying ... Just when my heart was about to go out, my friends' encouragement and help made me regain my hope. "It's too early to give up, you have to stick to it!" "Don't lose heart, I will help you!" ..... Summer vacation, with the help of my friends, I succeeded. My friend is good at water. She gently lifted me up with her hands and the buoyancy of the water. My friend is there, and her strength is passed on to me bit by bit. The essence of exhalation is reliable in calm, so I am no longer in a hurry; Paddling arm is regular, I am no longer confused; Breathing is easy, I don't feel difficult anymore ... I did it, I did it. So, in the summer of grade five, I took my first swimming photo.

Water is a girl, and the hard breath is a feeling of reluctance; Water is a polite gentleman, and its weightlessness buoyancy is a generous gift. Water, there's nothing to be afraid of, and it's good, and it's good for people who understand. I finally get along well with water.

This is my story with water.

Photo story narrative composition 5 Look! The little boy covered in water and garbage is crying. Do you know why he was so flustered? Let me tell you next.

It was a sunny Sunday, and my mother took my wife and me to Daishan Park by bus. Walk into the main entrance of the park and go straight ahead. We will soon come to a rockery. This rockery is made of many big stones, but it doesn't look so steep. There is a big pool under the rockery, with a pool of green water in it. The shadow of the rockery is reflected on it, like a mountain peak, very beautiful. Out of curiosity, I made a bet with my young lady to see who could climb up with the fastest speed and who was the best!

Actions speak louder than actions. Miss, like an arrow that left the string, "sou" jumped out, rushed to the front of the rockery, leaned over, climbed the stone wall, moved forward carefully, reached the middle position, turned around slowly, and jumped up with both hands and feet ... I couldn't help myself below, although I was afraid, but I was not to be outdone by taking Miss as an example. Looking up at the girl who was still climbing, I immediately got up the courage and tried my best to climb. Unfortunately, because I was too anxious to catch up, I slipped and only heard a splash. I don't understand what happened. The whole person has involuntarily fallen into the pool and suddenly became a veritable "drowned rat". I panicked, but I was scared and sat in the pool crying. Fortunately, the water was not deep, and my mother was quick-witted and pulled me up at the first time. As for the lady, she winked at me when she saw me sitting on the top of the mountain in embarrassment. That doesn't count. I saw a flash of white light, and my "beautiful image" was always frozen by her at this moment.

I was a child in kindergarten at that time, and now five or six years have passed. However, whenever we recall this past, we can't help laughing. I'm really stupid.

There is a photo in my photo frame, which is a little girl. She has a ponytail, curved 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.

The story narrative composition of the photo 7 A photo records 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. composition

Every time I see the photos hanging in our restaurant, it's like going back to that hot summer …

One day, I was standing on the home plate with a bat in my hand, and the referee shouted, "Throw the ball!" " "The other pitcher throws the ball quickly. I aim and swing. " Ping! ""The ball suddenly flew out of the court. "Home run!" Cried the referee. My face was full of pride. I circled site run and returned to home plate. As soon as I took off my helmet, my teammates immediately ran to congratulate me: "Tianyu, you are great!" " ""I have to sit up and take notice of you. " "We are counting on you." Coach Matt next to me smiled at me. My heart is full of joy.

This is my second year of studying baseball. My skills have improved a lot, thanks to my coach and teammates.

When I first arrived here, my baseball level was just beginning. I have to do a batting training in the first baseball class, and I am very scared. After the two men finished playing, it was my turn. I picked up the bat, but my hand kept shaking. The pitching machine began to serve. I hit the ball with my swing, but I missed it. Instead, my helmet buzzed. After training, I didn't play a ball, and the team came last. After class, I hid in the corner and sobbed. The coach found out and asked me what was going on. I said, "I'm the worst on the team. I will definitely score points for our team in the game. Please kick me out. " The coach said: "Nothing, as long as you practice hard, you will definitely learn well." The coach is very serious about my training. Every class, the coach teaches me by hand. When I hit the ball occasionally, he will applaud me. A month later, I became the best player in batting. My teammates saw it, and instead of being jealous, they helped me get rid of the coach. I thank them. composition

The story narrative composition of photo 9 I'm looking through a book. I rummaged everywhere, and suddenly, I found a photo. Well, it's not ... I saw the girl in the photo with a pair of chopsticks and a piece of meat in her mouth. That girl is me. I don't have a deep memory of my childhood, but whenever I think about it, even I can't help laughing.

It happened seven years ago when I was six years old. I clearly remember that on a Sunday night, my father invited my grandparents to our house for dinner. I chatted with my grandparents, and my father went shopping. After my father came back, I came to my father in high spirits and asked, "Dad, what's in this black bag?" Dad didn't speak, and silently took out the things in the bag. "Wow, what is this? Turtle? What a big turtle! " I said loudly. Dad still didn't speak, just smiled. "Shall we eat this today?" "hmm." "Oh, I don't want to eat turtles, I don't want to." "You don't eat? This thing is very nutritious and delicious. " "Then I won't eat either." "You want to eat later." "I don't want to eat any more!" Dad smiled at me and then went to cook.

After a while, I ate. I sat down at the table and saw a plate of braised pork. After braising in soy sauce, the appearance of the meat was blurred, and I didn't know what meat it was at that time. So I asked my father again, "Dad, what meat is on that plate?" I said, pointing to the plate. Dad blurted out: "tiger meat." "Is it really tiger meat? Then you must eat it later! " My father snickered at once when he heard my words. Now I'm thinking about my tiger meat, whether my father laughs or not. After dinner, I immediately put my chopsticks into the so-called "tiger meat", which was the first bite. "Ah, delicious, delicious!" I said finish the first piece. Dad also smiled and said, "Yes, it's delicious!" Then, I put the second piece in my mouth and was about to send it to my mouth. At this moment, my father recorded this moment with his camera.

I immediately returned to reality from my thoughts. It's funny to think about it. Why do I eat tiger meat as soon as I hear it? Even now, I don't know what I was thinking, hahaha. But I have long known that the "turtle" was a turtle at that time, and the "tiger meat" at that time was a turtle. Whenever I eat fish with nails again, I will think of this interesting thing and make myself laugh.

"Tiger Meat"? "Nail fish", so tiger meat is nail fish!

The story narrative composition of the photo 10 In my photo album, there is a photo. There are about 20 people in the photo, each holding a musical instrument. I stood in the middle with a wooden fish, banging intently. This is my first time to perform on stage. There is a story behind the performance!

It was the "June 1" party held in kindergarten. The kindergarten director asked us to prepare a prelude program. The teacher arranged for me to be the commander in chief. Specifically, playing wooden fish unifies the beat of all musical instruments. In the first rehearsal, I listened to the rhythm of my classmates and cooperated very successfully. But the next day's rehearsal, I thought: I am the conductor, and the students should follow me in the beat. I want to be quick and slow. So, during rehearsal, I was fast and slow, and my classmates couldn't keep up with my beat. At this time, everyone told me to keep the beat steady and try to be similar to theirs. I was very angry and said, "I am the commander in chief, and you all have to listen to me." But then, they all went on strike, which really made me angry. I ran to the teacher's office and explained the situation to the teacher angrily. After listening to this, the teacher said to me earnestly, "Students strike because you can't obey and listen to their opinions." "But I am the Commander-in-Chief!" "You are the commander in chief, but you have to get on well with your classmates and listen to their correct opinions before they will listen to your command." I listened to the teacher, and then I felt that I really did something wrong just now. So I went back to the classroom and admitted my mistake to my classmates. They are willing to continue rehearsing. But this time they beat their own beat and didn't listen to me at all. I was so anxious that I cried. It happened that the teacher passed by. Seeing this, she walked into the classroom and said to her classmates, "Classmates, what Wu did just now was really wrong, but she realized her mistake. You should forgive her. You must unite, and only unity can play the most beautiful music. " Hearing this, the students all nodded.

Since then, everyone's rhythm is very consistent. Finally, it was performance time, and the students played wonderful music with the power of unity. Finally, he was awarded the "Best Unity Award" by the director.

Looking at this photo, I seem to hear the teacher's words again: "Only unity can play the most beautiful music."