The story composition of the photo

The first article: the story of a photo

In my big photo album, there is a photo I took when I was playing in Lushan Mountain. In the photo, my father was soaked and his coat was open. Take out your pants pocket and stand up straight, like a white flag. It's funny. He was half lying on the bench, covering his right face with one hand and smiling at our camera lens. Sister Hu Ningning also gave her father a nickname "Sleeping Beauty". Every time I see it, I think of that interesting trip.

This story happened in the May Day Golden Week in 20xx. In order to broaden our horizons and relax, my father invited Hu Ningning's sister and Wang Qi's younger brother to visit Lushan Mountain in Jiangxi.

It was a sunny day, and we climbed the cold slope next to the Great Man Peak. Halfway up the mountain, I saw a very big waterfall hanging on the mountain. I can't help reciting the poem "Flying to thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days". My mother saw a big stone with the word "waterfall" written on it, and let us three "little guys" sit on it and take a picture.

After taking our picture, my mother suddenly asked me, "Jenny, have you seen your father?" I glanced around and said, "No, who knows where he went." Suddenly, there was a loud cry from the waterfall: "Whoops, it's cold!" " We quickly looked over and saw dad crawling out of the water and soaking wet. Seeing this, we all laughed. I saw that my father was wet all over, and a gust of wind blew over, making my father tremble. It turned out that dad wanted to take pictures of the waterfall, but he stepped on the moss on the stone in his leather shoes and slipped into the water.

On the way to the sightseeing cable car, my father lay on the stone bench and wanted to hang clothes. My mother took the opportunity to take out her camera and take a picture of my father. My father looks like a "sleeping beauty".

This trip brought us joy and joy and relaxed our nervous mood.

Now, every time I see this photo, I will recall that pleasant trip to Lushan.

Chapter two: The story of a photo.

My mind always comes up with a photo that Brother Tong and I took for the first time in the strawberry orchard. Look, Brother Tong and I are leaning together, standing between two rows of strawberries, smiling, while Brother Tong is carrying a basket full of big and red strawberries in his left hand.

That afternoon, my father drove me to see Brother Tong and set out to pick strawberries together. When I arrived at the strawberry garden, I saw a little red in the green leaves, as if red fish were swimming around in the green ocean. "ah! A lot of strawberries! " Brother Tong and I cried with excitement!

Brother Tong can't wait to pick strawberries. I quickly stopped him and said, "Brother Tong, you forgot your basket!" " I quickly handed him the basket and went to pick strawberries together. We lowered our heads, held the leaves in our hands, and carefully searched for strawberries hidden under the leaves. Suddenly, Brother Tong shouted, "Kevin, there are many strawberries here!" " I hurried over to have a look, ah! What a big strawberry. At this time, "Brother Tong" pulled hard and accidentally pulled out the strawberry with fruit and leaves. The old woman who planted strawberries came over and said with distress, "Children, how can you pick strawberries like this?" ! You should grab the strawberry with one hand and carefully pick it off the fruit base with the other! "

We picked it happily according to grandma's method, and unconsciously, we picked a big basket of big and red strawberries. Seeing our tacit understanding, my aunt smiled and said, "You are so close, you might as well take a picture as a souvenir." When the shutter flashed, my aunt recorded this wonderful time for us.

Summer vacation is coming to an end. I wish I could play with Brother Tong again in the summer vacation.

Chapter 3: The story of a photo.

When I was packing my moving luggage, I accidentally turned to the photo album. The photos in it were so memorable. At this moment, my hand stopped at the moment when I wanted to turn the page, and I saw a photo of my childhood-a photo of me and my grandfather.

This photo was taken when I was about five years old. In the photo, I'm sitting on my grandpa's lap, holding a new gadget he bought me. We all laughed happily.

Grandpa loved me very much since he was a child, and he bought me almost everything at the first time. I remember once, my neighbor's little sister and I played with her cat. The kitten is very good and I like it very much. Inadvertently, I said, "If only there were."

The next morning, I was awakened by the meow of the cat. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw a snow-white kitten lying beside me. I quickly got out of bed. At this moment, my grandfather came in and said to me, "Do you like it?" Now, I knew the cause of the incident and threw myself into grandpa's arms happily.

When I was a child, my sister loved to bully me because she was older and stronger than me, and I lost to her every time. Every time she lied to me with some fallacies and heresies, I couldn't beat her, so I went to my grandfather in tears and asked him to clean her up. I am very happy. Once, my sister had a stick in her hand. She was scared and accidentally hit me on the head with a stick. At first, I felt the stars, then I froze for a few seconds, and then I burst into tears. After hearing the crying, my grandparents rushed to the yard at once. I am so sad that I can't breathe. Grandpa saw the situation and slapped my sister. I cheered in my heart and my sister fell to the ground.

There were many stories about my grandfather when I was a child. Although my grandfather has passed away, I still remember him clearly.

A photo reminds me of my happy, sad and angry childhood with my grandfather.

Chapter four: The story of a photo.

In the first photography class of the small press corps, I took several unforgettable photos, one of which was particularly unforgettable.

Very vivid picture, not fuzzy at all. There are two female students skipping rope. The rope turned again and again in their hands, and even their hair was flying in the air. How fast they jump! Feet like stepping on the hot wheels, physical strength is also very sufficient, it is simply a small athlete who has been strictly selected and fully rested.

Besides skipping rope, I also held activities such as kicking shuttlecock, jumping frogs and running back to back. My works are also colorful, such as Flying Shuttlecock, Jumping Frogs and Running Back to Back. In addition, I also photographed some landscapes, such as "blooming flowers" and "spectacular buildings" ...

I think my job is really good, and I hope to be a photographer in the future.

Chapter five: The story of a photo.

In my photo album, there are many photos, each of which is a beautiful moment and a sweet memory. One of them is the most precious family photo, which I have kept in the drawer.

That photo reminds me of our family's trip to Suzhou Tiger Hill. It was a day in July, 2007. We came to Tiger Hill Park and saw a path paved with brown and red wooden strips, winding all the way into the dense forest. Dad told me that this is the Tiger Hill plank road. Walking on the plank road, there are tall and lush forests on both sides, and we feel extremely comfortable.

After walking for a while, a small bridge appeared in front of me. I felt a little tired. I sat on the dock drinking water and enjoying the beautiful scenery of Tiger Hill. There are pine trees, cypresses and poplars; There are birds singing, the sound of running water and the laughter of the wind blowing through the leaves, like a cheerful sonata. Smell it again with your nose. It smells of flowers and grass. Tiger Hill is really a big park in Suzhou! We took a lot of photos and asked others to take a family photo for us.

Every time I see this family photo, I can't help but think of the good times at that time, which makes me memorable.

Article 6: The Story of a Photo

Childhood is a box full of magic. In the box, there are our laughter, our childlike innocence and our tears ... There is a photo in this wonderful box. Whenever I see this photo, I always think of the farce when I was a child-shaving my eyebrows.

When I was a child, whenever I heard the sound of the razor "cheep, cheep, cheep" when grandpa was shaving, I was always full of envy and thought, "Shaving must be fun! Why else should adults shave? " Hee hee! Today, I also want to try something new. At the right moment, grandpa just came out of the bathroom with a full face of spring. It turns out that my grandfather in his fifties has just shaved his beard. At this time, he is like a young man in his twenties, full of energy and well-proportioned. I want to shave more when I see it. I tiptoed into the room. I managed to move the stool in the room to the bathroom and put it down gently. Then, I got up and took the razor to the mirror, ready to shave. Where can I find Mao Mao? My chin is bare and I don't need a razor at all. Is the razor really useless to me? I'm so depressed. My head looks like a dark cloud.

Hey! I used my quick wits to come up with a "good" idea-I can shave my eyebrows! I couldn't help but be overjoyed. The dark clouds on my head suddenly cleared away and turned into a big sun. I turned on the razor and shaved my eyebrows clean, but where did I go when I looked in the mirror? The original me in the mirror is gone, and there is no more handsome me. On the contrary, there is a strange thing like Martians. My tears are like rain, tears are like streams, and they are continuous.

Grandpa heard my crying and rushed over to ask me what was going on. Suddenly I saw that I looked like a Martian, but I was shocked by my appearance. He blinked, wondering what had happened. It was a long time before I remembered to comfort me. At this time, my naughty sister came over, saw me, opened it, and photographed my embarrassment with her mobile phone. Up to now, she still imitates me and makes fun of us from time to time. Even my grandfather kept his razor high for fear that I would repeat the "plot" again.

There are countless childhood memories, many of which I have forgotten, but this incident-because of the retention of a photo, makes me think of that embarrassing thing every time I see it, and then laugh!

Chapter 7: The Story of a Photo

My childhood photo album, quietly leaning against the bookcase.

I picked it up again, brushed the dust off it, and opened the old photos of joys and sorrows, as if listening to birds and smelling flowers. From those exquisite little photos, I recalled that time again.

Look! In that photo, I am the little boy holding rape flowers, smiling, blushing, happy and nervous. Behind me, there is a bright yellow sea of rape flowers, and there is a blue sky overhead. A few clouds are wandering comfortably. At my side, there is a lively little bee, which keeps flying. I hear the sound of "buzzing".

It was taken when I went to Jiaxing to see rape blossoms in the second grade. But along the way, only a few sporadic rape flowers, I am disappointed, I have never seen flowers all over the mountains like I imagined. My mother comforted me: "Maybe the flowers just on the road are beautiful." On the way back, I actually thought the flowers on the roadside were a little charming, so I got off and enjoyed them. I thought: maybe I don't want to see it when I come.

The beautiful scenery of childhood is quietly hidden in the photo album.

There is a large rape field by the roadside. Flowers are in full bloom, petals open bright yellow umbrellas, and stamens and sunshine tease each other, which makes me active. Bright yellow, light yellow and golden yellow, stretch your body in the sea of flowers. All kinds of yellow and green converge into a colorful picture scroll, flashing, giving me infinite reverie. A lively bee frolicking among the flowers adds a bit of aura to the scenery.

My mother said to me, "Zilie, go and take a picture." I stared at the bee in fear, shook my head and hid behind her. Sister laughed: "You coward, are you still afraid of bees?" Laugh at me. "I looked at unscrupulous sister discontentedly and shouted," I'm not a coward. "My mother encouraged me:" Zilie, don't be afraid. Bees won't sting you. "I walked towards the flower sea in fear and trembling, praying that the bees would not notice me, and I was very nervous. The bee landed on my nose and looked at me curiously. My mother smiled at me. I was confident and relaxed.

When I was a child, I stayed quietly in the beautiful scenery.

I stood in the sea of flowers, holding rape flowers in one hand and the sky in the other, enjoying the flowers with me and leaning back slightly. I am intoxicated in the flower sea, live in harmony with the bees in the flower sea, and blend in with the beautiful scenery. I waved my right hand high, with a happy smile on my face, and a beam of sunshine just sprinkled on my face.

In an instant, my mother pressed the camera and remembered this wonderful moment forever. Maybe you don't need the most beautiful scenery, just enjoy the beautiful scenery with the most beautiful mentality. The photos freeze the beautiful scenery, my smiling face, my mood and my beautiful memories.

In this way, my childhood memories, quietly leaning on the bookcase.

Chapter 8: The Story of a Photo

There are many beautiful photos in my photo album, but my favorite photo is the one I took in Zhangheng Kindergarten when I was six years old.

Look, there are three rows of children in the photo, all wearing yellow short sleeves. The girls in the first row put their hands on their chests, like Buddha statues, while the girls in the second row, with their hips on, are graceful. The third row is boys, all standing on small stools, hand in hand. Two boys are still talking to each other, while I hold my head high and look proud and handsome. The children all clicked a red dot in the middle of their eyebrows, and most of them showed their white teeth with joy, and some of them squinted. The blackboard behind us is beautiful, with pink lotus, green lotus leaf and colorful little goldfish. Seeing this photo will remind me of that unforgettable scene.

I remember that day, when we graduated from kindergarten, the children came to the classroom where they were about to leave. They were reluctant to leave their teachers and classmates. Some children even hold the teacher's hand and cry. The teacher gave us many gifts and delicious food, and held our hands and wouldn't let us go. At this time, I don't know which teacher said, "Let's take a picture in the classroom as a souvenir!" " "Everyone agreed happily. The children put on a uniform yellow coat. A teacher ordered a little red dot between our eyebrows, which looked very cute. Some teachers began to draw on the blackboard, and some teachers set stools for us to stand in three rows. Click, this beautiful photo was left in the classroom where we have classes every day.

I like this photo because it left me a good memory. Whenever I see it, I will name my children one by one, and I will also think of the scene of studying and playing games with my children.