The story of composing a photo

In study, work and even life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. How to write a good composition? The following is the story of the composition photos I collected for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Composition photo story 1 I have an album with a photo in it. Whenever I see it, my heart is always full of spring sunshine.

One Sunday, my mother said that she would take me to a place called Yuhuazhai as a volunteer. I don't know what a volunteer is. Mom explained it to me as she walked. This is a vegetarian restaurant. There is no need to pay for meals, and the staff are all volunteers. My mother made me feel the warm atmosphere.

Soon we arrived at Yuhuazhai. A kind old man received us. Arranged work for us. I am a small doorman, and my mother is a waiter. I stood at the door with several big brothers and sisters, and bowed politely to welcome the elderly who came to be vegetarian. We greeted every old man with a smile and courtesy. Inadvertently, I was photographed by my mother with her mobile phone. After dinner, everyone began to clean up. I saw that everyone was busy, so I also picked up the broom? Help adults do it together.

I learned a lot of knowledge here in Yuhuazhai. Grandfathers praised me at the summary meeting and said that I knew how to be grateful at such a young age. So I will often come here to serve these old people and let them feel the warmth of home here.

Story of composition photo 2 On the National Day, I came across an interesting photo while helping my mother clean the room.

This photo was taken by mom and dad when they were young. The parents in the photo are very young, especially my mother, with short hair and blue dress. She looks slim and beautiful, much worse than now! On the contrary, the longer dad is, the more handsome he is. I saw my father hug my mother's shoulder in the photo, and her mother hugged my father's waist. They are very affectionate, with sweet smiles on their faces. I knew at a glance that they were having a good time. I walked up to my mother angrily with the photo and asked, "Where did you take it? Why not take me? " I gave my mother a white look, and my mother was confused by me. As a result, I looked at the photo and said, "Ha ha ha!" She doubled up with laughter and said, "Fool, you weren't there." I nodded, puzzled. I think it should be like this. Growing up, every time my parents took me out to play, I was the main photographer. It's impossible without me. The result was a misunderstanding.

Now that I'm grown up, it's really fun to take out my childhood photos!

The story of composition photo 3 This is a photo left by my cousin Liangliang when I was 5 years old and went to Xi 'an Qinling Wildlife Park to touch the real little leopard.

That day, Menstruation and her cousin Liangliang came to my home from Baoji. Mom and dad discussed where to take us to play. Liang Liang immediately suggested, "I heard that there is a wild zoo in Xi 'an, which is very interesting. Aunt and uncle will take us there to play. Please. "Looking at the bright and miserable appearance, plus the zoo is really suitable for our children to play, my father drove us.

As soon as I got off the bus, I was attracted by the small shop in front of the zoo. In a colorful clothing store, there is a purple Tibetan headdress that I like very much. My mother couldn't stand my persistence, so she had to buy it for me.

Entering the zoo, I saw all kinds of animals along the way, including tigers and lions in the beast area, giraffes, ostriches and zebras in the stocking area, and monkeys, peacocks and antelopes in the viewing area.

When we came to a huge inflatable toy, we saw a group of people scrambling to take pictures around an animal trainer and two cute little leopards, so my father also prepared a camera for me to take pictures with Liangliang and the little leopards. At that time, my mind was full of grandpa's words that "leopards are fierce carnivores, and humans can't get close to them at will", so I cried in fear. No matter how my father advised me, I resolutely refused to take pictures of the little leopard for fear that it would eat me in one bite. My mother hugged me and asked me why I was crying. I told her my thoughts and my mother comforted me with a smile. "You see how brave other children are, and the owner of the little leopard is around. Look how obedient she is. As long as you treat it well, it won't hurt you. You should be brave ... "After listening to my mother's words, I struggled for a long time. Finally, with the encouragement of everyone and the company of my younger brother, I had a close contact with two cute little leopards, and I gently stroked them.

This photo left my brave side, which is really worth remembering!

Story 4 of composition photo Once, my mother and I went to the seaside to play.

My mother and I put on our swimsuits and went to the seaside. We saw the snow-white waves. I went to the seaside and the rough waves rushed up. I took a few more steps, and a big spray came. Wow! I'm all wet.

I said to the waves, "You dare to bully me, boy, and I will fight with you!" " "I kicked the sea a few times, and suddenly a super big wave came. Wow! The situation is worse this time. I was washed ashore and left on the ground, and the sand hit my ass, which hurt me to death.

At this moment, my mother came over, patted the sand off my body and said with a smile, "Silly child!" " "I can't fight the waves, so I can only follow my mother to play on the beach. I built a tall and big mountain with sand, and I also found a twig to insert on it, and wrote "Planting seedlings on the top of the mountain" on the sand next to it. All the children around me look at my masterpiece with envy.

My mother saw that my triumphant appearance was cute, so she took the opportunity to photograph it.

This photo makes me very proud. Every time I see it, it reminds me of the story that happened at the seaside.

Story of composition photo 5 Open the photo album at home, and unforgettable past events come into view one by one. Suddenly, a photo of me taking a photo with a dinosaur lit up in front of my eyes and led my thoughts to the play that day.

That day, I went to Niangniang Mountain with my parents and sisters. After entering the gate, I saw three dinosaurs in the bushes raising their front paws, as if they were coming towards us. I'm a little scared. My sister said, "Don't be afraid, these dinosaurs are fake." After listening to my sister's words, although I told myself not to be afraid, my legs still trembled involuntarily and my hands broke out in a cold sweat. When I walked beside the dinosaur, I got up the courage to touch it, ah! Although it was true, I hurried back. Mom said, "Is the simulation technology very high?" Although it looks real, it's still fake. Don't be afraid! "So, I dare to touch it again. At this moment, my sister pressed the shutter and took a picture of me.

As soon as I saw this photo, I remembered this story, which gave me courage and made me bolder.

There are many old photos at home, but I like this one best. The person in the photo is my wife. It is said that I was photographed in the winter when I was four years old. In the photo, she was dressed simply, with a dark blue cotton-padded jacket and a black wool hat. Although her face is covered with many wrinkles, she smiles and looks very kind.

In my impression, my wife is always so hardworking and so kind to me. When I was three or four years old, my wife was over seventy, so it was time to enjoy it. My parents and grandparents often advise her to have a good rest and not to help with things. But she is always busy every day, either helping to cook and wash clothes or cleaning the house ... Of course, what she does most is to help me-her baby great-grandson clean up the mess, because I was particularly naughty at that time.

Once, I saw my wife kneading dough and preparing to make steamed bread. I said, "Madam, I want to succeed." The wife said, "No, you can't do that." I said, "Can you learn?" Madam, she couldn't twist me, so she agreed.

My wife helped me clean my little hand and gave me a small dough. I thought it was fun, so I kneaded the dough hard. After a while, I said to my wife, "The dough is dry." The wife said, "Just sprinkle some water." After the wife finished eating, she sprinkled some water on the dough. I wanted to do the same, so I picked up the dough and sprinkled some water on it. Because there was too much water, it suddenly slipped, fell out of my hand and fell into a bowl full of water. The wife smiled and said, "You are always helping. Fortunately, you didn't drop it." The wife picked up the dough, then scooped a little flour from the flour bag and sprinkled it on the dough. After a few hard rubs, the dough was miraculously moderate in hardness and softness. I think it's funny, so I insist on trying again. But my wife wouldn't let me, so I secretly scooped a little flour, and my wife found out. All the flour fell out of my hand because of fear. The wife saw it and said loudly, "problem children, look at you. I really don't know how to say hello. "

It is conceivable that, next, my wife bent over and worked for quite a while, but there was no angry expression at all!

My wife always tolerates me and I like living with her. Now I am sensible, grow up, and my wife has left me and gone to another world. Every time I see this photo, I can't help but think of the happy time when my wife and I lived together!

Madam, I will always cherish the days with you.

The story of composing photos 7 Open the photo album and you will find the photos that have been in your mind all the time.

There is my family in that photo, walking on a winding ingot. I look like a long dragon, stepping on that "dragon" as if I had defeated it. I couldn't balance after a few steps, so I just left and right, and then my father helped me. Moreover, this ingot is one big and one small, with ancient coins as big as watermelons on both sides and the largest number of ancient coins in the world on the right, with the words "Five Grains are abundant" written on it. When I walked behind the ancient coins, I saw a photographer with a camera. He asked me to look up and take a picture of me. I don't even want to look up. I don't like taking pictures and taking pictures. The photographer wants to take pictures of me in various ways. He said, look what this is. I looked up curiously. Unexpectedly, I looked up in front of him and pointed the camera at my head-click, I was photographed. I really regret looking up, but I think it looks good after seeing my photo.

A photo is a beautiful story, and a photo is a beautiful memory.

Story of Composition Photos 8 In our computer, there is a folder called Family Portrait, which is dedicated to putting photos and videos of our family. My father pointed to one of them and said to me, "Do you remember this photo?" This is a photo that we named Dream. I saw a little girl standing on the left side of the photo, wearing a high-tech summer school uniform, wearing a bright red scarf, and holding a piece of paper with the word "dream" in her hand. Behind her is Tsinghua's back door, and that little girl is me.

I remember last August, five of us: grandpa, grandma, dad, mom and I were going to Beijing by train. When I was packing, I suddenly thought of Tsinghua. I ran to my father and said, "Dad, let's go and see Tsinghua and take a picture!" " Dad thought for a moment and said, "That's a good idea, but you should wear a high-tech summer school uniform and a red scarf." What do you think? " "good!" I said, "Stand at the door of Tsinghua and take a piece of paper with only two words written on it. What would you write? " "Dream!" Without thinking, I said, "OK! Write it! " Dad said. The next morning, everything was ready, and we set off!

I went to Beijing and played a lot of places. Finally, my father finally took me to Tsinghua. I was so excited that I quickly changed my clothes at the school gate to get my father ready and left this photo.

On the way home, I asked my father, "Dad, why should I wear a school uniform?" "Memorial! Because it is your dream to be admitted to Tsinghua, and it takes a long and arduous process to realize your dream. Now you need a good study habit, and strive to be admitted to Gaoxin No.1 Middle School with excellent results, and then you may be admitted to Tsinghua University after two or three years of hard work. If so, you can take another photo here when you are successfully admitted to Gaoxin No.1 Middle School, or you can take another photo here when you are admitted to your dream university. These photos are put together. Dad replied.

From then on, I study hard towards my dream goal! This is the story of my old photo. Students, what's the story of your old photos?

There is a house next to Nanhai Railway Station, where 4-year-old Xiaoming lives with his parents. Although they are hardworking, their children also help to sell second-hand goods and are often hungry.

1On August 28th, 937, Xiao Ming just came back from selling secondhand goods and saw Nanhai Railway Station, which was bombed by Japanese invaders. Seeing this scene, he shouted his parents' names. Unable to find his parents, he sat on the ground crying.

Cold-blooded Japanese devils took Xiaoming who had just lost his parents. They whipped him, burned him with charcoal and beat him with electricity. Xiao Bright is dead. He fainted. The Japanese thought he was dead and threw him at Nanhai Railway Station. ...

The story of the composition photo 10 Every time I open the photo album, I can't help laughing when I see my favorite photo.

I still clearly remember that this was taken on my first birthday in Wuduo Mountain, zhenping county, Nanyang. Look at me in the picture. I'm wearing a light blue sweater, black pants and bare feet. I look around, my eyes are a little curious, as if there is still a little fear! My mother hugged me, my father hugged me and my brother hugged me. I am everyone's baby! There is also a big stone tablet next to it, which says "Five Mountains in the North", which is where we play!

I'll tell you a little secret, but don't let it out! The reason why I look around in the photo is because I am afraid of falling from the top of the mountain. I was really timid when I was a child! Later, mom and dad put this photo in an album and trimmed it into a family portrait and hung it on the wall. Look how happy we are in the photo! It's the tension and curiosity on my face that makes people laugh!

This is my favorite photo. Whenever I see this photo, I can't help but sigh: I was so cute when I was a child!

The story of composition photo 1 1 is on my hard disk, and some memories have gradually blurred with the passage of time. But as long as you open these yellowed old photos, you can always re-scan this memory and burn it in your mind. This set of photos was fixed at the moment when I went to Kangding a long time ago. The smiling face in this photo is full of this happy atmosphere.

On the mountain of horse racing, a cloud is shining. Kangding City is accompanied by crisp music "Kangding Love Song", followed by a warm sunrise. After the Red Army's Long March, we came to my father's hometown of Kangding.

We came to Happy Valley Mountain by cable car.

My little sister and I are curious about everything. In view of this refreshing national costume, we are so busy that we can't wait to find our favorite clothes to wear in Yihai. It's so beautiful that I suddenly feel like a little princess in a fairy tale. By the way, should a princess match a handsome prince charming? Speaking of the devil, the master has come with Prince Charming.

I stepped on horseback and watched carefully, feeling like I was filming a costume drama. I sat on horseback, posed a few handsome poss, and posed a few lovely moves. Dad quickly grabbed the camera and was very busy.

No sooner had I entered Wanshan Circle than I flashed a mountain block. We left Happy Mountain talking and laughing and came to Zheduo Mountain, another famous scenic spot in Kangding.

Not as sunny as Happy Valley Mountain, but just the opposite. Snow is flying all over the sky, wrapped in silver, just like Yaochi fairyland, a paradise on earth. It's like a snowy paradise, brewing a white dream.

Stepping into this snowy country, Snowflake and I had a close hug and blew a kiss with it. I suddenly felt the beauty and generosity of nature and the romance of ice and snow. Snow, dancing in the air, shows its graceful self-dance, and dyes qingqing grasslands into a cotton ball, which is big and boundless.

We had snowball fights, played hide-and-seek and laughed in the cold air.

This is the set of old photos, and this is the story of old photos. I will always keep these memories in my photo album. When I am unhappy, I will treat them as different happy mediators.

The story of the composition photo 12 There is a special photo in my photo album. This photo is a photo of my grandfather.

Speaking of this photo, it was taken with his two friends in Yuexiu Park, Guangzhou, Yangcheng in 20xx. It has been many years. Grandpa died at the age of 20xx. Every time I look at this photo, it always reminds me of my grandfather's kind face. ...

Grandpa's hometown is in Shantou, and he lived in Guangzhou with his uncle before his death, because his uncle did business in Guangzhou all the year round. My uncle is very busy and seldom comes, but my grandfather is not afraid to travel long distances. He comes here to see us several times a year and brings us many gifts every time.

I remember once, my grandfather came to see us and looked as kind as before. He crouched down and asked me softly, "How have you been recently?" How was the exam? Work hard! "Let me feel warm.

Once in 20xx, grandpa came to my house. I want to watch TV series and my brother wants to watch cartoons. We are blushing for it. At this time, my grandfather came over and said to us calmly, "You should learn to give and take, and you can't hurt your brothers' feelings for a TV. As the saying goes,' tolerance is a pistachio'. " After listening to grandpa, our "battle" stopped. Grandpa taught us a lot of truth.

In the summer vacation of 20xx, grandpa fell ill and stayed at home. My uncles are all around my grandfather. During that time, my brother and I took my mother to see my grandfather several times. About a few days later, an unfortunate news came: Grandpa passed away. Hearing the bad news, my heart became heavy and I was sad for several days.

That photo was sent by my uncle and aunt from Guangzhou before my grandfather died. This is for our commemoration. Now that my grandfather has passed away, I will never see him again. I want to say a lot to my grandfather, but I miss him only in this photo of my grandfather. ...

Who is the story of composition photo 13, who accompanied me through the flowery years; Who sang the golden childhood song for me?

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Once upon a time, I picked up an album, dug up a yellowed photo and studied it carefully. I used to be so familiar with laughter that I couldn't help crying ... This is graduation photo when I left primary school, which brought me back to the past and good times. ...

Time goes back to a spring six years ago. I walked into a strange campus with a pleasant spring breeze. I stood timidly at the door of the classroom, staring blankly at the young children sitting in their seats like me. Dad gave my tender little hand to the teacher, said a few words to him and left with a bright smile on his face. The teacher is a little old. She touched my face and smiled and said, "What's your name?" She looked at me kindly and gently, and I twisted my body shyly. "I, my name is Xiao ..." "What a beautiful name, students! Let's applaud him! " There was a burst of warm applause in the classroom, which lasted for a long time. That applause filled me with confidence and courage in life.

Time went back to a winter three years ago, and white snow fell one after another, covering the campus with a white quilt. Teacher Cheng scanned us happily and asked cheerfully, "Children, do you want to go outside and make a snowman?" The students shouted "Yes" in unison without thinking, and the teacher led us to the playground downstairs. After we saw the snow, we jumped happily, and laughter echoed in this campus for a long time. The students made a snowman together and looked at the snowman naively. At this time, a classmate rushed over and the horse lost its front hoof and fell on the snowman. The snowman was immediately crushed without a trace. But instead of being angry, we threw snowballs at him with a smile. He hid with a smile and said with a smile, "I can't hit it, I can't hit it." Laughter melts into snowflakes, which is very beautiful. ...

Time goes back to an autumn three months ago. Leaves are flying and red leaves are like fire. Six years passed when we did our homework. Time flies, the past time can't go back ... The teacher walked into the classroom sadly and said sadly with tears, "Let's ... spread out!" " "

How many days together, just know how many years apart. Although all the gatherings will eventually leave, fate will still revolve around us and Miss Bai Dujuan. Time has gone far. ...

The story of composition photo 14 opened the photo album and opened the door to my memory. These photos record the joys and sorrows of my childhood. Among many photos, one with a big Doraemon is particularly prominent. When I was young, I wore a yellow T-shirt, but my mouth was wide open and I was hugged by that Doraemon. Looking at it, I can't help thinking of the past. ...

This should start from May Day six years ago. At that time, during the May Day holiday, my family went to Luoyang Wangcheng Park to play. Public welfare activities were being held at that time. During the May Day holiday, children can pose as human beings with medium-sized cartoon characters for free. Doraemon was my favorite at that time, so I chose him without hesitation. I started to take a group photo, but I became nervous again: What if he swallowed me in one gulp? What if he strangles me with his hand? Of course, I didn't know they were fake at that time, but I thought they were true. Note, I was only 4 years old at that time) I started cheating and didn't want to take pictures. My father forced me to take pictures, so I began to cry. Afterwards, I found out that my expression was really funny.

Closing the photo album stopped my memory. But the story behind this photo always inspires me to grow up.

Composition photo story 15 By chance, I saw an old photo and instantly took my notes to the war years.

"Mom, mom, where are you!" A three-or four-year-old child, dressed in shabby clothes and covered in blood, sat on the ground and cried feebly. Around the child, all the debris after the house collapsed. The bridge broke and became crumbling; The railway was blown up and distorted; The house burned down and there were broken bricks and tiles everywhere ... At this time, the child's eyes were only in ruins.

1On August 28th, 937, Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai Railway Station. Before that, children and parents came to the railway station with heavy luggage, ready to escape from this restless place. Suddenly, a loud noise broke the quiet scene, and a man shouted, "The Japanese devils are coming! The Japanese devils are coming! " As soon as his voice fell, a bomb fell from the sky. Crying, shouting and screaming filled the whole railway station. "Boom!" The sound is getting louder and louder. The japs threw bombs at the crowded railway station. People panicked and fled everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of war and smoke. At this critical moment, mom and dad were preparing to carry the child under a relatively safe bridge, but before they had walked a few steps, a bomb fell, and everyone present fell in a pool of blood, and the parents of the child did not know when it fell. The poor little boy doesn't know how cruel the world is. He was frightened by the chaos in front of him. Just now, he was holding his parents, and suddenly he disappeared. It seems that he is the only one left in the world. He shouted in fear ... only then did he know that he had become an orphan.

I hate war and the atrocities of the Japanese invaders. How many innocent people lost their lives, how many children lost their parents, and how many disasters have been brought to the people of the whole country! Only when our nation is strong will we not be bullied by foreign powers. Everyone wants peace and hopes that tomorrow's "flower of peace" will bloom forever!