Write a composition according to it.

1. Old photo story composition 600 words time flies. In a blink of an eye, I 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 only 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.

2. How to write a photo composition, no less than 400 words? One day, my father took Xiaoming to the park to take photos.

There are lush trees in the park, and many colorful flowers smell delicious. Xiao Ming chose a good place with lush trees and fresh air to take pictures.

Suddenly, my father saw Xiaoming run away. He felt very strange and said to himself, "What is he going to do?" So dad followed.

It turned out that Xiao Ming found a little sister fell, and he quickly stepped forward to help her. Dad hurriedly raised his camera and captured this touching shot.

Dad found that his son had grown up and was sensible. I felt really happy, and a smile flooded my whole face.

Xiaoming is really a helpful boy. We should all follow his example, be a little Lei Feng in the new era and make the world full of love.

3. graduation photo's composition was shot in graduation photo.

In a blink of an eye, the five-year primary school career will be over, and we will also go to junior high school. To commemorate, we will shoot graduation photo.

The students were very excited when they came to take pictures, but they were a little lost at the thought of breaking up with their classmates for five years. However, they still seem happy on the surface. I still remember when we first entered the first grade, we were all confused and just wanted to play; By the second grade, we were much more sensible, but still naive. Entering the third grade, we began to mature, no longer just thinking about playing, but knowing that we should study hard; Another year has passed, and our growth speed has also accelerated, and we have become more mature and started to compete with each other to see who is getting better and better in academic performance; In the fifth grade, that is, now, we study hard just to get into the ideal middle school!

I remember when I was in the third grade, Xiaolizi and I were deskmates, and we often abused each other for a little thing. "Plum!" "Camel!" "I am a camel, then I will eat you!" , "hum! Just like you! Cut! " ..... As a result, I was very angry and walked out of school with my friends. I happened to meet Xiaolizi's mother. In a rage, I embellished the story to his mother. The next morning, I had forgotten about it. However, as soon as I sat down, my deskmate Xiaolizi shouted at me, "You, you what, why did you tell my mother?" "Don't-no? Who are you? Tell me what to do! ! ! ! ! ! "I took one look at the little Richard and found that the little Richard was already mad. ...

Countless scenes came to my mind. Suddenly, a click brought me back to reality from my memory. When taking pictures, I saw my face, my smiling face and Zhang Xiuqing's face on the camera.

In a blink of an eye, the six-year primary school career will soon be gone forever. In this class, this school, we can be together, which is a fate and a gift. God bless us to be together and spend the changes from childhood to adolescence, from naivety to maturity, and from maturity to growth. Years later, I will still recall this wonderful moment. These wonderful six years are as clear and holy as spring.

4. Write a composition on the topic of "photos", with a self-defined topic of about 500 words. Whenever I open the photo album, one of the photos always makes me laugh, and the scene of picking strawberries will emerge in front of my eyes:

It was a sunny Saturday, and my mother, aunt and others took our three children to the greenhouse in the suburbs to pick strawberries. When I came to the suburbs, I just felt different! While enjoying the scenery, I followed my mother to the destination. I saw white "arch bridges" built with shelves everywhere in the fields. "What's this for?" I asked curiously. This is a greenhouse! Mom replied. Later, my mother picked up some pots and barrels, and a group of us took a middle-aged woman to a shed. The middle-aged woman opened the door of the "arch bridge", and our door opened with great interest.

Wow! No wonder strawberries came on the market so early. It turns out that the temperature inside is very high, and we are like in a big steamer. Looking around, I saw patches of green in the greenhouse neatly arranged from one to another. Little red dot and white spots appear from time to time in the green bushes, and a path is left in every green bush.

I took a closer look, and it turned out that the red ones were strawberries hidden in the green bushes, and the white ones were small flowers.

Mom came over and said, "Come and pick strawberries. Whoever picks strawberries in ten minutes is big and red, and whoever can't step on them will win! " "We agreed happily and readily.

"Go!" Mother gave the order, the game began, and we began to go our separate ways. I tell you, picking strawberries is not as simple as you think. First of all, you have to be sharp-eyed, find those big red strawberries hidden under the leaves, and then pinch them gently with your nails. Only in this way can you be reckless. If you are impatient, pull hard and those strawberries will suffer.

Suddenly I found a big red strawberry. I'm surprised and happy. Just like discovering the new continent, I am afraid that others will get ahead of me. Just as I was about to pick it, I heard "Look here!" I just turned my head away, and I accidentally scratched my foot, sitting in the mud with one hand still holding strawberries, and this funny action happened to be permanently left by my mother's lens.

Look! My experience of picking strawberries is very interesting! This photo is its witness!

5. The story composition in the photo is 450 words. Sometimes being alone at home is particularly boring. I often look through photo albums. In the photo album, I like a photo, which is very cute. If you want to see the picture, let me tell you something! In the photo, the blue sky is endless, and several white clouds are floating freely. Below is a green grass, and there is a beautiful chair on the grass. There is a lovely child's tooth next to the chair, that is me! When I take pictures, I just look ahead, even the bears are upside down! Until now, people have asked me, is it you? Isn't that a boy? If that's you, why don't you have hair? I replied, I am not young, and I didn't have hair at that time. I just learned to walk at that time! You see, I only had three teeth then! I don't remember those scenes. My mother told me all these things.

In fact, I always lose my temper when taking pictures, and my mother coaxed me into saying, "Son (my mother likes to call me son), be obedient, and my mother will take you to KFC later." I said, "OK, OK …" At that time, I didn't know what KFC was! Anyway, I think it's delicious, haha! If there is an opportunity, I want to go back to that wonderful time.

Story composition in the photo 450 words 2: The story in the photo is a wonderful childhood, and I recorded it with my camera. In my photo album, I recorded many wonderful moments of my childhood.

I saw an unforgettable photo in the photo album. In the photo, the little boy in front of the bamboo forest wearing a combination of pink and black is me. I remember very clearly that my mother took me to Yerendong, Shepan Island, Sanmen County this year. As soon as I entered the door, my mother let me stand in front of the bamboo forest. As soon as I stood, my mother pointed the camera at me, pressed the shutter and took a picture.

This photo makes me unforgettable, and this photo also makes me most satisfied. When I look at the photo, I turn my head to the right and see a big waterfall, which seems to be an artificial waterfall or a natural waterfall. My mother told me to stand in front of the waterfall. I sat on a stool with a waterfall behind me. My mother took another photo. Then I saw a Buddha statue on the left side of the waterfall. I ran in three steps and jumped on the toes of the Buddha. My mother saw it and ran over.

A few days after I went home, I began to miss Ye Rendong again. I repeatedly suggested "exploring" Ye Rendong again, but my mother always said it the first day and forgot it the next day. When I was developing the photos, I chose the one in front of the bamboo forest.

I still have many photos with good memories, which I can't forget. I want to cherish it.

The story composition in the photo is 450 words three: the story in the photo is a photo that records a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo contains an emotion. Mom was sorting out photos on the computer, so I leaned in and took a look.

One of the photos, on the beautiful prairie, I smiled brightly ... I remember when I was six years old, my mother took me to play on the Inner Mongolia prairie. As soon as you get off the bus, you can smell the fragrance of the soil. The grass is tender, all green from bottom to top, and there is no movement. Scattered sheep are like white flowers embedded in a green ocean.

The sky here is exceptionally blue, simple and calm. The idle clouds are faint and leisurely, changing various postures and enjoying the beautiful scenery of the grassland.

And all this, through the dawn of life, through the moisture of morning rain, seems so fresh and quiet. Looking pleasing to the eye, there are many white mushroom-shaped yurts, and there are several horses grazing leisurely next to them. They are attracted by the scent of wild flowers from time to time, as if they have a special nostalgia for it.

I was almost drunk and wanted to run, for fear of ruining the tranquility of this picture; I want to shout, but I'm afraid of disturbing the peace of this picture. I had to lie quietly on the grass and giggle at the blue sky ... at this moment, my mother took out her camera and took this unforgettable moment.

This photo took my childhood and the beautiful rivers and mountains of my motherland. Story composition in the photo 450 words four: The story in the photo has a photo in the most eye-catching position in my room. In the photo, I am holding a certificate that says "honest boy" and smiling happily on my face.

Speaking of the origin of this award, I have to start from my third grade. I reviewed a mid-term exam and reviewed it all night, and the test paper was handed out. I exulted, so simple! And they've all been censored. I quickly finished the problem, took out the toilet paper and checked it, and repeated the calculation twice. I handed in my paper with confidence and walked out of the classroom happily. I thought I would definitely get a score of 100.

After class, my friends and I check the answers. I'd better fill in the blanks. I made a mistake, but the decimal point was wrong. So I will be deducted two full marks. I am very disappointed. The paper was sent out the next day. I took a listless look. Oh, my God! 100, I quickly read the last fill-in-the-blank question, which was obviously wrong, but I was not deducted.

I was so happy that I decided to correct my mistake at once, but I hesitated when I took out my eraser. I thought about it for a long time, but I still gave the paper to the teacher and told the whole story. The teacher corrected the paper with a smile and praised my behavior. In order to encourage this behavior, I was awarded a certificate that said "honest boy". My heart is full of joy. This photo has been treasured by me for a long time because it tells me a truth: honesty is golden.

Story composition in the photo 450 words 5: Story in the photo On Saturday, I had nothing to do but look through the photo album. Suddenly, a photo on the beach caught my attention. I went there when I was eight years old. Looking at it, it seems that the scene two years ago has returned to me.

In the summer vacation of 2005, my father took my mother and me to the seaside to play. The sun shines warmly on the beach and the sea keeps coming to the shore. My father and I are catching shrimp at the seaside, and my mother is building an oven with an umbrella.

At first, I didn't catch any shrimp. Later, I crouched down slowly like my father, and then I quickly reached for it. Haha, a shrimp, although less than three centimeters, is also my harvest. In the following time, I caught a lot of shrimp, and so did my father.

6. How to write a photo composition? The story in the photo.

It happened to be my grandfather's birthday when he was discharged from the hospital. We took a group photo. There should be many stories hidden in this photo. Let me tell you!

That night, Grandpa Sun went home and Sister Moon came out. Mom, dad and uncle are discussing which hotel to go to celebrate grandpa's birthday. They keep asking and asking, almost zero. Finally, they negotiated and went to Tongfu Hotel.

Another day has passed, and it's time to celebrate grandpa's birthday. At noon, it's time for everyone to eat. After a while, the birthday cake came. My brother and I pushed the cake onto the platform. I helped grandpa to the stage and asked him to make a wish. Click, my father took this precious moment. In the cheers of everyone, I helped my grandfather to his seat again. My father spent more than two thousand yuan on this birthday party. Although he spent so much money, I am happy as long as my grandfather is happy.

Are there many stories in this photo? Are there many stories in your photos? How many/much? Tell it to everyone, too!

7. Look at pictures, write compositions and plant trees in the second grade.

On March 12, the sun was shining, and a tree planting army went to Zhang Qiao in the loess.

As soon as we arrived at the planting site, everyone seemed to be in full swing. Some dig holes, some transport saplings, some plant trees and some water them. It was a busy scene.

I, Huang Chen Shiyu, Jason and Rui Liu are on the same team. Our group is very diligent. I am in charge of planting saplings, Huang Chen Shiyu is in charge of digging holes, Jason is in charge of taking saplings, and Rui Liu is in charge of finding land. You see, Huang Chen Shiyu bent down, grabbed the shovel handle and planed hard. I put the planed big stones and weeds aside, then tore the small saplings wrapped in plastic bags, put them in the pit and put fine soil around the saplings, and pressed them hard to make a small tree. We planted one tree, five trees ... twenty trees, and it seems that time passes faster and faster. Beads of sweat were dripping from Huang Chen Shiyu's forehead. He was panting with fatigue. I am so tired that I can't keep my back straight. But we didn't cry bitter or tired, and we never gave up. We keep digging and filling, just like playing the piano.

There are more and more saplings and fewer pits. In order to plant the ten seedlings in my hand again, I asked Jason and Liu Rui to dig a hole in front with shovels. "Come on, come on, give the rest of the saplings to other groups! I am so tired! " Jason gasped and sighed. I got angry at once and said loudly, "how can you be such a person?" Can't you see that everyone is busy? " Aren't others tired? If you want to have a rest, you can play! "Huang Chen Shiyu shook his head and said," who said in the finger class that our group and class should unite? Who says unity is great? "Jason and I both feel a little embarrassed. Since we are in a group, we should be friendly! We embarked on the hard road again and continued to plant trees.

With our solidarity and help, our group successfully planted more than 30 small saplings. In the breeze, the saplings seem to be smiling and nodding their thanks to us.

Although tired at the end of the day, it's worth it. We not only planted trees, but also understood the meaning of the word unity in real life, which is more profound than that in textbooks! more

8. Write an article on the topic of "photos" and you can write memories.

Say you open a drawer one day, which can contain one or more photos.

Then you will think of the past, such as who you had a good friendship with when you were young, what is it now, is it different? Do more articles in these areas. When you write, you should pay more attention to details. You don't have to choose a big thing to write. Choose an impressive detail and describe it carefully. Finally, go back to the photo in front of you and write down your feelings and thoughts.

Or write pictures of mom and dad before.

I looked at your file. You are from Shenzhen, so you can write a photo you took in Shenzhen before. Then you were curious and asked your mother about this photo. Write what your mother told you about the past and the hardships of the past, which made you so happy today. Then write down what you think you are doing now (you can imagine it properly), realize that you should cherish life, and finally sublimate the theme

When you write, you should deduct the word photo, which runs through the whole text.

You can also write a picture of your basketball game. I suddenly remembered how I was fascinated by basketball at that time, what made you interested in basketball, and your efforts to play basketball well. Finally, to sum up, when you encounter any setbacks, as long as you see this photo, you will remember the spirit you insisted on in basketball and you will stick to it.

I hope I can help you ... Come on!

9. Who can write a composition? A photo is in my photo album, and one photo has always encouraged me to study hard. Every time I see this photo, the scene of that year clearly comes to my mind. ...

It was the summer of 2000, and my childhood friend Hu and I were in my hometown Huimin County. My parents and her mother are both teachers in Huimin No.1 Middle School. This summer, we have an appointment to go to Jinan to play together.

We arrived at Jinan Station at 9 o'clock. My father bought a map of Jinan and saw that the station was not far from quancheng square. We decided to go there first.

As soon as you enter the gate of quancheng square, you can see tall trees, green grass and bright flowers. We went a little further and came to the center of quancheng square. Colorful flowers can be seen everywhere here, which is simply an ocean of flowers. We walked a little further and came to the music fountain. The water in the music fountain is as white as snow, and the music is very nice. We all praised, "What a nice fountain!" I thought, "The fountain in quancheng square is wonderful. Compared with Huimin, Huimin is still far from it. " I said to my mother, "Mom, please take a picture of Hu and me!" " Mom said, "All right." After that, she told us to stand still and look down at this photo.

We're leaving the fountain for the underground shop. I thought, "I will study hard and build the motherland more prosperous in the future."

When I got home, I kept this photo in an album. This photo reflects the beauty of Jinan, Shandong and the motherland.

Look, isn't the person in the photo cute? I'm telling you, this is me! When I was a child, my skin smiled, revealing four pearl teeth.

This photo is my favorite, and the time is between 1996, 165438+ 10 and 65438+February. Although I can't remember the exact month and date, according to her four teeth, my mother took it between 1 1 and 65438+February. Six or seven months after I was born.

On this day, my mother dressed me in my favorite suit, took me to the photo studio, put me on a small red wooden horse, and let me hold the handle in one hand and the horse's ear in the other. Do not move. I obediently obeyed my mother's command, and I smiled consciously and cooperated with the cameraman. The photographer seized the moment, pressed the button and the portrait was finished.

This photo left me with good memories.

10. How to write the composition of childhood photos? I gently opened the photo album with my hand, and the beautiful photos I bought with time suddenly appeared in front of me. Following the time footprint in the photo, I walked into the photo ... hey! Look over there, yes, the little girl who is sleeping soundly in that bed, look! How lovely she is! According to her family, she was only 7 days old and took this first photo when she first came to this world.

Look, a chubby little girl is sitting on the prepared mat, her eyes are blinking from time to time. At this time, the photographer is going to take her 100 anniversary photo for the little girl. The family kept making the little guy laugh, but the little guy burst into laughter unexpectedly. His dark eyes narrowed into a crack, and his toothless mouth exposed his jokes, which caused grandparents around him to laugh.

"Click" a photo worth remembering forever came out like this. Guess who this little guy is? Well, that's me! After a burst of joy, another photo came into view. Why is it so familiar here? Hey! This is in my own home! I vaguely remember playing with a stroller in grandma's yard, to be honest! That's me at the age of five! This day happens to be my birthday.

God seems to have come to congratulate me. The sun is shining and the spring is full. I play in the sunshine full of spring breath.

At that time, I was full of curiosity and longing for the future. Oh, my God! Peacock! What a beautiful peacock! I saw it spread its colorful wings and proudly spread its beauty to people! Look! There is a little girl who is not at home at all. She looked at her high head for a while, looked at her wonderful feathers for a while, and even held out her little hand to shake hands with the big peacock.

Standing outside the railing, facing the peacock, that kind of expectant eyes, that kind of excited expression. Suddenly, she found something, turned around with her hands behind her back and laughed. She was so ugly that everyone froze. I don't know who it is, but with a click, she took a picture of the little girl and the peacock together.

This dusty memory suddenly appeared in front of me. I'm so happy, so happy! The sea, the blue sea, the golden sea, a ten-year-old girl approached the sea, only to see her wearing a swimsuit, red skin, standing in shallow water, proud, oh! I remember this is the Liandao seaside bathhouse in Lianyungang, Jiangsu. I came here with my mother, father and many campers. Facing the boundless ocean in front of me, I meditated. In other words, it's time for me to know how to meditate, although I'm hazy. I think standing here shows my own obscurity and ignorance. It seems that I should be as broad-minded, knowledgeable and profound as the sea ... Facing the photos, the past is like smoke. But what is better and happier is that the future attracts me more deeply. I firmly believe that no matter how difficult and dangerous the road is, I will go forward bravely.