The story in the photo, the composition of the picnic.

The story in a photo is written in 720 words.

Opening the drawer, I came across a lonely photo album in the corner. Gently wipe off a shallow layer of dust on the cover, and an old photo opens and falls out.

I am about two years old in the photo, with two braids, watery eyes and crystal tears hanging on my face. Looking at this old photo, I can't help wondering when this happened. So I ran to ask my mother. My mother smiled at the photo and told me the story contained in this old photo.

On a sunny day, my parents and I went to the park. Naughty, accidentally fell. After I fell to the ground, tears rolled in my eyes. But at that time, my parents didn't come to help me. My dad just said calmly, it's okay, get up by yourself. I sat on the ground stupidly and saw that my parents didn't come to help me. I cried. Slowly, I stood up carefully, but I still cried. This scene happened to be photographed by my mother.

Looking at this matter now, I won't feel sad and wronged again. I also understand this behavior of my parents, and it is this behavior of my parents that makes me stronger and more independent in the face of difficulties in the future.

Looking at this old photo, I can't help laughing.

Chapter three: The story of old photos.

In my home, there is an old photo of my grandfather when he was young. That's grandpa. He is handsome and tall. He should be in his twenties!

My grandfather died young, and now I can't remember his face. However, every time I see that old photo, I will think of him now, so kind.

Grandpa is a very kind person. He is a person who cares about his family and loves his children all his life. At home, he is the most respected and cared for by everyone.

I clearly remember that when my grandfather was lying on his deathbed, he kept calling my name: "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang ..." At that time, I cried; I remember clearly that on the day my grandfather died, I cried very sadly. I am very sad at the thought that my grandfather has left and I will never see him again.

I remember that time, it was a cold winter. I spent the winter at my grandfather's house. I don't know why, but I really want to eat sesame seeds cake. But because grandpa's crops were frozen by snow, they could not be baked into sesame cakes. Because I cried for baked wheat cake, grandpa had no choice but to take a bus to the street a few miles away to buy baked wheat cake.

It was very cold that day. When grandpa came back, his hands, feet and ears were red and his clothes were wet, but my baked wheat cake was still hot! I am very young, I only care about food, but I don't know how to care about my grandfather. I laughed at my grandfather and became a drowned rat. Grandpa just smiled and didn't say much about me. Now I will remember what I did at that time. It was really wrong!

Now, grandpa is gone, but I will always remember his kindness to me. Now as long as I see that old photo, my grandfather seems to be still with me, and he is still so kind to me!

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Second, the story in the photo 700 words junior high school composition

The story in the photo

One sunny afternoon, I sat lazily on the sofa, looking at the photo album with relish, and watching it, a photo caught my eye. That's a photo I took in Putuo Mountain when I was in the second grade. I catch crabs in Baibusha. Look! My white jeans have turned into mud pants! I have one hand at my waist and the other hand holding a rubber-sized crab. Lovely ponytail has been mixed with sweat, big eyes narrowed into a line, and cherry-like mouth exposed two rows of white teeth. At that time, my face was filled with the joy of harvest. Suddenly, I remembered the scene at that time.

That day, we had breakfast early, went to the dock by car, bought tickets and got on the speedboat excitedly. In a blink of an eye, I arrived at Mount Putuo. I took my parents by the hand and came to Baibusha at the speed of Liu Xiang's 100-meter sprint. Wow! The environment of Baibusha is really good. The golden beaches are shining in the sun, and the roads are full of blue waves. Driven by the wind, they rushed to the beach one by one and played like naughty children. Adults also seem to be rejuvenated, running and playing with children.

Suddenly, a small crab caught my attention. Suddenly, I had a good idea: catching crabs. So I took off my clothes, rolled my pants and moved rocks, ah! There are a group of crabs. I grabbed it casually. "Ah-"I cried in utter amazement. When I looked intently, it turned out that a crab had caught my hand and there were red marks. "I quit!" "I said gloomily, I sat on the beach. My mother came over and said earnestly, "You must have perseverance in everything. Nothing can be successful at once. ".You catch crabs, too. You pay attention to methods. You have to grab both sides of the crab's back. At the urging of my mother, I stood up and thought, I must catch a crab! I went to the seaside again, moved a stone and searched carefully. Suddenly, a crab flashed before my eyes. It seems to have found me and tried to get into the stone. I moved the stone away and quickly reached for its back, but it was flexible and then disappeared into the stone. But if I don't give up, I can't believe I can't catch it. Once, twice, three times, five times.

Finally, the crab seems to have lost and suddenly stopped. I reached out and grabbed it. "Yes! Finally caught it. " I jumped three feet. "Come on, take one." Dad said and took out his camera. I put the crab in one hand and the waist in the other, posing as a POSS. A clicked photo recorded my happy time.

Although it has been two years, when I look at the photos, the happy time still echoes in my mind.

Three compositions, stories in photos

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. The names of comrades-in-arms are common, but they are extremely precious to me. This is very precious. My dad is a demon who travels a lot, and then she goes out every day. Why is she so depressed? My exercise is perfect. I don't bully people. Ha ha.

The story composition in four photos is 600 words.

The story in the photo

Opening the old photo album at home, I saw the yellow photos.

That's a photo taken by my mother and uncle when they were children. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old, wearing a small cloth jacket with a square collar, a pair of trousers, holding the trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is going to climb the tree. And my uncle, carrying a big bamboo pole more than three meters long, doesn't know what to do. I don't know until I ask my mother that they will know enough shells. In those days, cicada slough was a good Chinese herbal medicine. Every summer vacation, the children of every family will get up early and go to the Woods in the village to find cicada shells with small baskets and long bamboo poles. My brothers and sisters climbed the tree to find the cicada's shell, while my brothers and sisters helped to pass the bamboo pole and pick up the cicada's shell, which was very tacit. Children often start early in the morning with dry food and don't go home until dark. At this time, their small basket is full of cicada shells, while the small basket with cover is full of cicadas that have not yet returned their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried cicada shells every few days and sent them to the pharmacy in the town, so that the tuition fee for one year would be settled. When the harvest is good, the extra money can also buy some school supplies! Cicada, which is not fully hatched in a small basket, is another rare food for people. Every night when cicadas are hatched, children can't wait to wash the tender cicadas, clamoring for adults to put them in the pot and fry them, and then sprinkle some salt to eat delicious. There are even greedy children like cats. On the way to the pharmacy to sell cicadas, they secretly hide a few cicadas, fry them in the oil pan when adults are not paying attention to cooking, and then put them in their mouths to eat them with relish. Do you know what delicious food was for children at that time?

This yellowed black-and-white photo seems to have brought me into my mother's childhood, and let me share that wonderful and happy time with my mother!

Five compositions (stories in photos)

I have many photo albums, one of which is a photo album, and each one tells a touching story.

In the first photo, there is a baby who wants to catch butterflies. However, dad picked up the baby with his big hand, and the baby had to watch the butterfly fly away. At this time, it may be that my mother pressed the shutter and took the photo. This baby is me, 1 1 month. The second photo was when I was 6 years old, because my father promised to take me to the children's park. When I arrived at the gate of the children's park, my father said that he had something to do and would bring me next time. I was angry and squatted on the ground and refused to go. Father said, "angry?" Say that finish, pull me down. The third is when I was 7 years old, I went to Hangzhou Wildlife Park to see an animal show. I like looking through photos very much, because every photo has good memories.

The story in the composition photo

In my hazy mind, grandma will always be a silver line, and it is charming to smile with two curved lines. Father said grandma was beautiful when she was young. I believe my aunt is very beautiful. It is said that she is a copy of grandma. I don't have much emotional knowledge about my grandmother. There is only one old photo in my memory, and I can still capture her affectionate figure.

According to my parents, my grandmother is from Beijing. After she married her grandfather, she has been with him and has never left Beijing. Unexpectedly, grandpa died prematurely, leaving grandma alone.

In order to take care of my grandmother, my father went to Beijing several times and asked her to live with me. She refused to say anything. She can't let go of her home, a place full of feelings and tears.

It was not until I was born that my grandmother reluctantly left home and came to my parents to help my mother take care of the baby. According to my father, at that time, whenever I was free, my grandmother would stare at the north in a daze. My father knows that my grandmother is homesick, the old house that haunts her.

My father has been looking for an opportunity to take her back to my old house, but it backfired. When I was still learning English, my grandmother left this world with endless regrets. Whenever I mention it, my father's heart aches.

I remember when I was in fifth grade, I once talked about my grandmother. My father took out a photo. This is a photo of my parents and my grandmother, which is the only souvenir left by my grandmother.

In this four-inch black-and-white photo, grandma has silver hair and a beige coat, which may be the visual effect of the photo. There is no wrinkle on her white face, and her eyes seem to be smiling. Father said that grandma usually gives people the feeling that she is always smiling.

In the photo, grandma is sitting in front with a baby just born for more than 100 days in her arms. My parents said it was me, "ah! How can it be so ugly? " At first glance, I carefully looked at the doll in the photo. Although as white as grandma, I can hardly find any other advantages: the spoon at the front door is sewn with small eyes. I didn't know it was closed. My parents just said it was open. At that time, I quickly looked at myself in the mirror: although my nose is not straight and my eyes are not big, basically my nose is my nose and my eyes are my eyes. Open is never closed! I turned my face, looked at my mother and pointed to the photo: "Is that me in the photo? Are you kidding? " Mother was angry and happy: "you child, you were fat at that time!" " You see, that arm, segment by segment, is like a lotus root segment by segment. In addition to meat on the face, it is meat. There is no room for five senses. It's good to have seams. That means grandma raised you well! "

Well raised? I am a pie lip, so ugly!

But grandma held my ugly child with a loving face. At this time, I found a new problem: the people in the photo are sitting or not sitting, standing or not standing, grandma leans back, dad leans forward, and mom stands upright beside dad, but her hands are dragging the chair and there is no posture. Take a closer look, only I have the most feeling of taking pictures. You see, although I seem to be asleep, I am leisurely leaning in my grandmother's arms, exquisite and very angelic.

I studied the photos carefully, trying to find the answer from the details: how strange! As a father, he should not stand like this. My father is a man who pays great attention to details. He usually works methodically, carefully and never hesitates. Especially your manners and clothes. No matter what material it is, as long as it is worn on dad, it must be clean, lilisuosuo. I have seen many personal photos of my father when he was young. They are all dressed in handsome pens.

Suddenly, I suddenly understood and said to my parents with regret, "The photo studio is so irresponsible. Everyone took pictures before posing. Why don't they ask for a new photo? "

Mom smiled after listening: "I don't blame the photo studio, it's all to make you feel better." At that time, you were very fat, wrapped in a thick mattress in winter, and very bloated. Your grandmother was small and had short arms. She didn't dare to hug you hard, saying it would hurt you, but she was afraid of falling. "When my mother said this, I was deeply moved: I accepted such a high salary and still don't know anything! I really found the happiness of "I'm afraid to put it in my mouth, but I'm afraid to drop it in my hand". What a pity! At that time, I was still young and didn't know what care was. Suddenly, I envy this ugly child for no reason.

Mother continued to tell the scene as if it happened right in front of her eyes: "When taking pictures, in order to avoid" hugging "you, grandma dared not hug you again, but tried to make her arm ring bigger, so that her whole body became a reclining posture, with her back and back in a triangle and her center of gravity on the back of the chair. In order to keep the chair stable, your father had to press the chair hard with both hands to prevent the stool from tipping over. As a result, various postures appeared in the photo. ...

The story of the photo is over, and my words are over. But I tell you, it's strange that since I saw grandma's photo, grandma in my mind is no longer a title or a symbol. She filled my mind and became beautiful and familiar.

This: the original

Dust off the layers of dust on the album cover. In this old outer layer, there are the colors of childhood, traces of the past and a familiar smell. Look, this old photo shows a five-or six-year-old girl bowing to us. Who is she? She is me.

"Mom, I'm afraid. I want to go home! " I held my mother's hand tightly and looked at her with begging eyes. My mother touched my head and said to me, "honey, you have been practicing hard for so long, isn't it for this day?" Although my mother's words greatly increased my confidence, I still couldn't drive away my fear. I hid behind the curtain and was sweating all over. Music buzzes in my ears, like chaotic noise; The light is like a sharp eye, staring at me closely. It's my turn soon, my heart is pounding, and the sweat like soybeans keeps falling from my forehead. At this time, my mother's kind face appeared in front of me again and said to me, "Be brave and try your best. My mother believes you. " After listening to my mother's words, my heart gradually calmed down and I kept encouraging myself. I wipe my sweat, and I'm ready. Then the host said, "Now we ask the 25th child to perform the dance" Little Swan "for us." I walked gracefully to the center of the stage and bowed to the audience, who gave me an encouraging look. With the melody of music, I spread my hands, stood on tiptoe and danced skillfully. My heart roams in the boundless space and thinks freely. I am like a crystal drop of water, falling from the air on the lotus leaf, where I dance, laugh and play; Like a beautiful white swan, swimming freely in the river, showing its posture, more like a proudly open chrysanthemum, bathed in sunshine, trying to grow up ... Suddenly, applause rang and the music stopped. I bow to the audience again. At this time, my mother took this photo for me as a souvenir.

This old photo is a testimony to my bravery and my first performance on stage. Every time I see this photo, the scene at that time is vivid.

Xiao Xintong, Grade Three, Chaonan Experimental School

The story in the photo is written in 500 words.

The story in the photo

A photo, recording 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.

8. An excellent composition of 500 ~700 words for The Story in the Photo.

Childhood is an endless song, and every note in the song jumps with the cheerful rhythm; Childhood is a colorful bubble, and every color in the bubble shines with dreamy light; Childhood is a magical online encyclopedia, and every detail in the book is full of mystery. ...

An ordinary photo when I was six years old recorded my childhood story and gave me wonderful childhood memories.

It was a midsummer, and my sister and I decided to see the lotus flowers for flood control. "ah! Lotus is really beautiful. My sister and I were immediately intoxicated by the scenery before us. Lotus dances in the air like a fairy, wearing beautiful, charming and dazzling clothes. A gust of wind blew, and the lotus fairy bowed her head shyly. The beautiful little sister was a terrible stranger, hiding behind her brother's lotus leaf.

Seeing how beautiful the lotus is, I can't help walking to the pond, staring at it and winking at my sister from time to time. My sister understood my mind and followed me to a hidden place without thinking. I couldn't wait to get down to the pond, but I accidentally stepped on a slippery stone and heard a plop. I immediately became an eye inflammation. Unexpectedly, not only did I not howl immediately as usual. Haha, I can finally have a good time, only to see a splash of war, full of gunpowder. The first time I challenged my sister, I was beaten severely when I was proud, so you hit me all afternoon. On the way home, two drowned mice went home with people's attention.

That was my happiest time.

Composition: the story in the photo.

Composition: the story in the photo

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1 What competition are you taking part in?

2 what scenic spots to visit

Then talk about feelings.

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Example 1

Every time I open the photo album, there will be an eye-catching photo: in the photo, a teenager dressed in a formal suit and a bow tie stands gracefully in the middle of a concert hall, holding his neck in one hand and playing the guitar in the other. His eyes are so focused, his expression is so cheerful, and his posture is so dignified. The audience was packed and seemed to be immersed in his melodious guitar sound.

The little boy in the photo is me. That was when I took part in the competition three years ago. As soon as I saw this photo, the tense game scene immediately came into view.

One day three years ago, my mother took me to watch a guitar competition. As I am the third from the bottom, I have a whim to go to the audience to watch other players play. But I was shocked after watching the performances of the first few players. Their piano sound is so melodious, and the difficulty of songs is more than one order of magnitude higher than mine. Compared with them, I'm just a rookie. I almost panicked and cried and said to my mother, "mom, mom, they are too powerful, I won't play!" " "Mom gently stroked my head and said," Look at them, how powerful they are. In fact, they are all honed from performance and practice again and again. "Remember, don't wait until you are excellent. Only when you start can you be excellent."

Suddenly, I understood what my mother said, yes! Only by working hard can we become excellent. How can you give up if you don't try? If not a coward, what is this? I wiped my tears, secretly established confidence and walked step by step to the waiting hall next to me.

As the announcer called my name, I took a few deep breaths, walked confidently and nervously to the center of the stage, adjusted my angle and started my performance. But because I was too nervous, my hand kept shaking, and the first note was played wrong. For an instant, that kind of tension and fear occupied my whole mind, my brain was blank and my legs kept shaking. My whole body is like a deflated balloon, with no strength to support it. I really don't know what to do with it! Suddenly, I saw my mother under the stage. She clenched her fist and stared at me closely, secretly cheering for me. I recall what my mother encouraged me just now and feel a powerful force. I readjusted my posture, took a deep breath, rubbed my cold hands and began to play again. Although I am still a little nervous, I am full of confidence at the moment. I firmly believe that no one's success is smooth sailing. What little mistake did I make? I am confident in playing, my hands are coordinated and orderly, and I have a tacit understanding. The piano is also active, sometimes as fast as Ma Benteng, sometimes as slow as running water, sometimes as light as a whisper, and sometimes as high as a towering mountain. At this time, thunderous applause rang out from the audience.

At this moment, my mother raised her mobile phone and turned it on, which kept my best moment forever.

This photo recorded my most beautiful and unforgettable moment, and it remained on the first page of the album. No matter how beautiful other photos are, they can't replace its position, because it profoundly tells me a truth: don't wait for Excellence to start, only when you start can you be excellent!