The story composition of an old photo

In study, work or life, you will always come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is a story composition (7 selected) of an old photo I arranged for you, hoping to help you.

The story of an old photo 1 When I was sorting out the drawer, a photo fell out. On the other hand, it used to be a primary school in graduation photo. Seeing this photo, the memories in the memory box surged out. ......

After the last exam in primary school, what I felt in my heart was not the joy of the coming holiday, but the lingering sadness of parting. All of a sudden, we, who always love fighting, fell silent tacitly. I want to say something, but I can't. I can only watch our last time together pass away. Looking at the surrounding classrooms, teachers and classmates silently, it seems to be to engrave all this in my memory. There was a rare silence in the past. At this moment, like a stone weighing heavily on our hearts, it feels ... quite uncomfortable. Some girls cry for a long time, while boys try to pretend they don't care. There is no way. Six years is not a wasted experience.

The sky is getting heavier and heavier, just like the mood at that time. We all just sat quietly. Finally, the rain began to swish. Finally, the bell rang sharply after school. Many parents were waiting outside, but obviously, we didn't want to go. Finally, the teacher said "school is over" in a slightly trembling voice. Looking up, I saw the imperceptible tears in her eyes. Everyone got up and walked out, standing outside the classroom and looking at our classroom. Next semester, it will be full again, but it won't be us ..... It's raining hard, which seems to hinder our progress.

Walking on my way home, it rained harder and harder, as if I were venting my sadness. The umbrella couldn't stop, and everyone under it got wet. I ... graduated? I didn't feel a trace of happiness when I left the class with the penultimate place in that grade. This is how we graduated. Six years should have been a long time, but I never thought that one day it would be short. In recent years, all kinds of things began to emerge in my mind, making a lot of noise in the placement, and then being punished together; When I made achievements in various activities, I was proud of my class ... the rain didn't stop, and the umbrella fell on me like it didn't. Fortunately, it is summer now, and I don't feel cold when I fall on my body. However, it ruined my youth like a dream.

Maybe I miss those times too much, and there will always be scenes in my mind from time to time, mixed with too much beauty and sadness. Growth is destined to be a lonely journey. I touched the photo, finally put it in the drawer and wiped the cold liquid on my face. Looking up at the sky, I whispered, in fact, everything is fine, but I miss you very much. ......

Story composition of an old photo 2 20 12 On July 23rd, my father and I took this unforgettable photo in Shenzhen. In the photo, we were on a busy beach, and my father was holding a coconut in his hand. I smiled happily and put a straw into my father's mouth, and his father swallowed it in one gulp.

I remember it was a sunny Sunday, because my father had promised to take me to see the sea, so we got up early that morning. After breakfast, we took the 1 bus, passed many platforms and arrived at Dameisha Beach with great expectation. When I stood on the beach, I was curious and excited. I finally saw the real sea. It is wearing a blue coat. From a distance, it looks endless. White waves are running back and forth on the beach. There are many people on the beach. They had such a good time that we couldn't help taking off our shoes and stepping barefoot on the beach. The soles of our feet feel itchy and hot.

We can't wait to rush to the beach. Just then, a wave came, scaring me to stop and step back. At this time, the waves receded and I stepped on the beach, feeling soft, but a little cold. My feet are wet, and I am even more excited after walking back and forth a few times. I also play with my parents at the seaside and the waves. Later, I was tired and thirsty, so my father bought a big one. We drank it all at once. Coconut juice is very sweet and delicious. I think it's delicious. At this moment, my mother helped me and my father take this happy photo and freeze this wonderful time forever.

I will never forget this, because I had the happiest day, and I hope my parents and I can spend every day happily.

Story composition of an old photo When I was 3 years old, my favorite food was jelly. There are also various ways to eat: frozen, preserved, mashed, mixed ... have fun. My mother often buys me jelly, but I never get enough.

When taking pictures, I always don't cooperate and wriggle there. Mother had a brainwave and took out a "Happy Lang" jelly from her bag. I rushed over happily and snatched it away. No, I just peeled it and am eating it with relish! So there is this "precious" photo. Look, I am very proud in the photo!

My favorite food is certainly not just jelly. One day, grandma gave me a handful of raisins, and I ate them three times or two. Unexpectedly, I was addicted to this food, so I asked my grandmother to give it back to me. Grandma is busy cooking at this time! I searched and searched in the house, but I couldn't find it for a long time. Later, I learned that raisins were in another room, but that room was locked. Grandma forgot to open the door for me, so I stood at the door, kicking around and almost kicking the door open. It is estimated that my feet will soon become braised pig's feet! Grandma had no choice but to open the door and grab some for me.

Another time, my cousin gave me some jelly beans. I finished eating quickly and sat on the stool with relish. Suddenly, I saw some yellow jelly beans on the table. I was ecstatic, "ha! Candy beans! " I grabbed a handful and stuffed it in my mouth. "Bah! Bah! " When I saw bitter gourd, I quickly threw up. Just then, my mother came back. Looking at the mess on the ground and looking at me with a sad face, my mother was about to open her mouth to "interrogate". I said, "Mom, why is this sweet bean bitter?" Mom is in distress situation.

Because I was greedy, I left a "story"! One day, grandpa bought a big bottle of honey. I always wander around the bottle and dip more with chopsticks. Soon, my father came back and began to have lunch. Dad, uncle and grandpa drink beer together. When I saw it, I thought it was honey in the cup and drank it at one breath. I just felt strange and fell asleep in bed soon. In the middle of the night, there was another flood!

These childhood anecdotes are endless and endless. All because of greed!

The little one eating jelly in that photo has grown into a junior high school student now. However, childhood memories often make me miss and make me laugh!

Story composition of an old photo 4 "Who is this?" My sister asked, pointing to a black-and-white photo with a tender little hand. I took the photo and studied it carefully: under the scorching sun, a young man was scratching around on the dry ground with a towel on his shoulder and a hoe in his hand, with glistening sweat on his forehead and his tongue licking his chapped lips. He is thin and small, wearing a shirt that has been washed white and a pair of trousers that have been washed without knowing what color. I looked at him and I suspected that he was only 14 years old. I asked my father, "Who is this?" Dad looked at the photo affectionately and said with a smile, "This is me!" " "I was surprised to open my mouth. I can't believe it. My real father is wearing a crisp blue shirt, his skin is neither black nor white, his body is strong, and he is nothing like the person in the photo. See I don't believe it, dad vividly tells the story of the past:

"That year, I was only 14 years old. It's dog days when the field is dry. I used my summer vacation to help your grandparents dig the soil. The sun is like fire, and the hot weather made me faint. After waking up, I drank some water, refused to listen to your grandparents' advice, resisted the hoe and put a wet towel on my shoulder to continue my work. Well, I also want to have a rest, but I think if I can't finish digging before school starts, your grandparents will be involved again. "

Dad sighed, took a sip of tea and said:

"At that time, due to natural disasters, the farmers in the field failed to harvest, and no one had enough to eat. Alas, the poor people in our county were unimaginable at that time. " Dad was sad when he said this. In order to break this sad atmosphere, I asked, "Dad, who took this photo?" Dad smiled calmly and said, "Do you remember your neighbor Uncle Li? At that time, it was a well-off family and loved photography. There is only one camera in the village. "

Now that I think about it, I have a very sweet life. I not only eat well, but also wear brand-name clothes, but I am still not satisfied. How can I appreciate the hardships of my father when he was a child? Now I finally feel the superiority of living conditions. We children living in honeypots should cherish the happy life now, work hard and strive for strength.

The story of an old photo constitutes 5. Each of us has some old photos, which record everyone's growth experience and good memories. I also have many thick photo albums, which I often take out to have a look. This photo is my favorite. This reminds me of:

On the Lantern Festival that year, my parents and I finished dinner early and went to Guwen Street to visit the temple fair. This street is really lively. There are shops on both sides of the street, some selling calligraphy and painting, some selling swords, some selling pen and ink, and some selling jade. As soon as it got dark, all the colored lights came on, and so did the theater in the center of the street.

What attracts me most here is the painting of sugar man. I asked my uncle to draw me a Fuwa Huanhuan. Uncle first scooped a spoonful from caramel, poured it on the iron plate, then pressed it with a mold to make Fuwa's chubby little face, and then painted her eyes, nose and mouth. Then, left and right, the whole body of Huanhuan was drawn in a moment, and "2008" was added below. I held the sugar man, looked left and right, enjoyed it for a long time, took a photo with my uncle, and then carefully took it home.

Every time I see this photo, I will think of the scene at that time, which is still fresh in my memory.

The story composition of an old photo 6 In my hometown in August, the weather has begun to get cold. Grandpa in a wheelchair always wants us to go home more often. We will not go against his wishes, but will spend more time with him.

At noon, my grandfather sat on the sofa and I sat on the sofa. I look through the photos kept in my hometown from time to time. I saw an old photo album and was about to open it. Grandpa shouted:

"Hey, hey-don't throw it to me."

Grandpa has cerebral thrombosis. I can talk myself, but I still have some difficulty walking. I can only be idle in my hometown every day and do nothing. His hands are always hanging feebly, and his hair is almost bald, leaving only a few short white hairs that look like hay hanging over his head, but his voice is still loud.

"Grandpa, let me have a look!" I couldn't resist my curiosity and argued.

"Dead old man, what baby! Here, Xiaoru, look! " Grandma has always liked me and obeyed me.

This is a photo of Grandpa, who was in the army when he was young. There are only a few people, but I can't find my grandfather who has known me for ten years. Grandma pointed to one of them and told me that this was grandpa. He stood in the middle of the line, tall and straight, with bright eyes, dark and thick hair, still sweating, and his mouth was wide to his ears. His iron and copper skin blends well with the whole series. This is what Grandpa looked like when he was young, full of energy and a standard soldier! Grandma also told me that life was hard at that time. I can't take a bath for a long time and I don't have enough to eat.

Once, grandpa sneaked out to play during training. He asked his brothers to climb the barbed wire together and ran to the river to fish. When he caught the fish, he stuffed it into a small basket. Grandpa caught it happily, but accidentally met grandma, who grabbed him and walked back. It turned out that grandma brought him food, just in time to see grandpa being lazy. When grandpa saw grandma, he accidentally fell into the water and was soaked through. He came back just in time for the photo shoot, but he was so happy that he didn't even have time to change his wet clothes. Sure enough, you can still see the dripping water in the photo.

Grandpa couldn't help laughing when he heard what grandma said, and remembered what happened that year.

Grandma showed me another photo, which was taken by grandpa in the house. The light is bad. Grandpa in the photo is still so energetic, still showing his big teeth and grinning. But look at grandpa now, sitting in a wheelchair, engraved with the rings left by the years on his face, lacking the spirit of childhood, and more helpless and sorry.

Time flies, the leaves fall longer and longer, and then fall again. Before you know it, grandpa will be old. Looking at grandpa, my tears flowed down unwillingly. I quickly turned my back, dried my tears, walked beside my grandfather, took his hand and sat quietly with him.

The story composition of an old photo 7 In the summer afternoon, cicadas were singing like weaving, and I was casually tidying up my desk at home. An old photo suddenly fell from an old book and I bent down to pick it up. ...

Oh, this is graduation photo in my junior high school, and I seem to have returned to that sunny afternoon. On that day, the students chose the most beautiful scenery, and left this eternal memory with their most sincere teacher in laughter. Look! This is our Chinese teacher. Seeing that he is gentle and upright, he seems to be full of confidence in his present and future life. He once spent an unforgettable three years with us. In order to get us into an ideal high school, this reminds me of the poem "Spring silkworms die, and tears are exhausted at night". My eyes are wet and I used to hate him for my homework. Now that I think about it, I think I was really wrong.

Sitting next to the Chinese teacher is our math teacher. He wears a pair of big glasses and smiles brightly. The image of a big brother stands among the students. His heartfelt words moved all of us to tears. Next to the math teacher is our head teacher. His and Zhang Yongyuan's faces hanging high in the autumn frost are in stark contrast to his warm heart. He often teaches us with persuasive words, so that he teaches us how to be a man and how to empathize with others. And my physics teacher, chemistry teacher and geography teacher. They all have dignified expressions and gentle images, and everyone will remind us of the life of our alma mater.

Unforgettable junior high school life has become a thing of the past, but this old photo can still arouse my fond memories of junior high school life many years later, because the film that will be fixed in that unforgettable time will always clearly explain the full meaning of great love and kindness.