Composition of story units in fourth grade photos

Composition of seven story units in the fourth grade photos.

Although some things will be forgotten after a while, photos can record our past events and leave us with many unforgettable memories. The following is the story unit composition in the fourth grade photo I prepared for you. Please refer to.

The story unit composition in the fourth grade photo has been missing for a long time, and now it is found when I tidy up 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.

Story Unit Composition The little girl in the photo of Grade 24 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, I was so scared that I sat on the steps and moved down step by step. I couldn't help laughing and bent down. 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!

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it just time that passes in the process of growing up?

Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, 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, the affectionate eyes 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 my hometown.

Story Unit Composition 4 In my fourth grade photo, there is a photo that I will never forget. Because of it, my memory is fixed at that moment and I can't forget it for a long time.

It was a hot July day, and the head teacher arranged the last line for us, telling us: "After filming this graduation photo, it means that your primary school career is over, and you may go your separate ways, and no one will care about anyone in the future. Dear students, please cherish this last photo activity! " As soon as the head teacher finished speaking, the school leaders and our teachers in all subjects arrived at the scene and took this precious photo.

Our head teacher is in the center of the photo, although his face is full of smiles, but tears of disappointment are swirling in his eyes. The English teacher's face is full of sadness. The bright eyes she once gave us in class are dim now. Is it because she won't give up? Whenever I see the disfigured position on the right hand side of the principal, I can't help thinking of the Chinese teacher. He didn't take part in the photo shoot, because he said that we don't need to remember his appearance, his merits, but his strictness, and it is enough to remember that ten years later, there will be a passerby like him in our life. ...

Thinking of all this, I can't help crying, as if our parting was yesterday. We had a good time in the wild together. Every autumn outing, spring outing, every activity, every performance, everything is so beautiful, everything is vivid. It used to be said that "we won't leave until time is old." Today, time is still young, but we have all dispersed and gone our separate ways. Many years later, no one will remember who.

Although there are many things in the world waiting for us to understand, we should also seize the time to advance and retreat with them. Time is passing, and we are growing. Why can't we take the time to grow up happily?

There are not many photos of story unit composition in the fourth grade photos, but each photo has good memories.

I don't really remember what happened when I was a child. It's all bits and pieces. About my childhood, my parents or grandparents told me. 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.

The story unit composition 6 in the fourth grade photo has grown up, and my photos are all treasured 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.

The story unit composition in the fourth grade photo, like running water, 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.