10 junior high school photo story topic composition

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Story topic composition in junior high school photos 1

On a quiet night, a ray of moonlight poured into my bedroom from the window. Reflecting the silver moonlight, I opened the photo album and saw the old photos at a glance. In the photo, we are standing under the basketball stand in school uniforms, with the most beautiful smiles. My thoughts fly back to the past.

"Good shot!" On the playground, we are having a basketball match with our neighbor class. At first, we scored two goals in a row, which attracted cheers from the students around us. I thought I could pursue victory and end the battle soon. But just when we were proud, a beautiful arc appeared in front of my eyes. With lightning speed, the ball actually hit our box! The players who were complacent just now are a little depressed. "It doesn't matter, it's just a small mistake." I comforted my teammates and secretly wanted to stop them from scoring again.

But the opponent's attack is getting more and more fierce. This ball is also like a naughty boy, who seems to like the basketball basket of our class and keeps passing through it. The students' faces are full of disappointment. Our counter-attack was completely ineffective and the cohesion of the team was a little scattered. The score is getting bigger and bigger. Sunshine seems unwilling to see such a score, hiding in the clouds. Students began to defect one by one, and our hearts were in chaos. Our old friendship completely collapsed and we began to attack each other.

"What the hell are you playing with!" "Don't you make mistakes?" "How do you defend ..."

The sky is overcast and the cold wind is howling, which seems to chill everyone's heart. I recall the past, when we United to overcome difficulties and win ... At that time, even the flowers were smiling at us.

I suddenly woke up, stood up and shouted, "Comrades, have you forgotten the past?" At that time, we made brilliant achievements. At that time we had the unity of ants. Nowadays, we are all like tigers living alone, giving up cooperation. Only by uniting can we defeat the strong with the weak! "My words brought my teammates' thoughts back to the days when they were arm in arm. Another gust of wind blew, and we rekindled our fighting spirit, shook hands with each other and returned to the game. The wind is no longer strong.

We cooperate with each other, just like ants crossing the river in droves. The situation of the stadium changes rapidly, but as long as people are United, the style of the game is good and the level of the game is good, the result is no longer important. It's over, the sky turns blue and the sun stands out. The wind stopped, and we took this photo after the game.

When I saw this old photo again, my deep classmates' feelings echoed. As long as we are United, we will not fail.

Story topic composition in junior high school photos II

One night, I sat on the threshold and looked through the photo album. Suddenly, a yellow photo appeared in front of my eyes: a family of three closely leaned together, mother holding her daughter, father holding her, and three people laughing happily. That little girl is me.

When I was four years old, my parents often quarreled. A month before my birthday, they started a cold war, and no one talked to anyone.

A few days later, my father accidentally hurt his leg while chopping wood on the mountain. Father endured severe pain and dragged his "crime tool"-axe home. When mother saw the shocking wound and bloody axe on her father's leg, she suddenly understood everything. She immediately growled, "How careless! Can't you pay attention? " My mother's eyes were red in an instant, so she quickly squatted down and rolled up my father's trouser legs. When she saw that the cloth wrapped around his leg was dyed harsh red, she looked up and said to me, "Go and get the scissors!" " I just nodded, turned and ran into the house, took the scissors and handed them to my mother. Mother picked up scissors, cut off half the sleeves of her coat without hesitation, and helped my father dress the wound.

There was no car at home, so my mother had to call her relatives for help. Finally, my uncle took us to the hospital. After a preliminary examination, the doctor said, "Be prepared mentally, you may hurt your bones and muscles." Hearing this, my mother's body shook. The doctor added, "Let's take a picture to see if you really hurt your bones and muscles." My mother and I went to film my father. It will take an hour and a half to get the results, so my mother and I will wait outside. At first, mother was on pins and needles. Later, she actually sobbed in a low voice. When she calmed down, I leaned down and asked her in a low voice, "Will Dad be all right?" "Yes, I will." She seems to be comforting me and herself.

Finally, in our anxious waiting, the result came out. My father didn't hurt his bones and muscles. The doctor sewed up dad's wound, told mom the precautions, and told us we could go home. After returning home, my mother took good care of my father and helped him walk in the fields. She had time. The golden sun shone on them. I have never seen my mother so gentle and my father so docile.

Finally, under the careful care of my mother, my father's leg healed. On that day, my mother suggested, "Let's take a picture." My father and I both agreed. So, we came to the photo studio. Standing in front of a pure red background (because my mother said it was festive), the photographer asked us, "Are you ready?" My parents and I smiled and nodded. So, a photo kept the happiness of our family.

I looked at this photo and was very happy. I just want to say: the most beautiful thing in the world is family, please take care!

Story topic composition in junior high school photos 3

Years turn into songs, and time is like flowers. Whenever a ray of mild sunshine passes through the leaves on the yellowed photo album, I will find that photo and appreciate it carefully. Then turn to the other side, because there are two dragons and phoenixes on it.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, menstruation's family thought Acheng had nothing to wander around, and mom and dad also asked us to visit Wuchang many times. Respect is better than obedience, and we readily agree.

That morning, after the rain cleared, the sun reported to work and the weather was cool and pleasant.

We can't help leaving. Soon, we came to the famous Jinshan Park in Wuchang. We have no other scenery. We trotted to the lotus pond. The water in the pond is green, and several red and white fish are hidden in it. Fish can't help hiding shyly in umbrella-shaped lotus leaves when they meet people, and the lotus leaves straighten their backs one by one. There are also some lotus leaves that may be a little painful and a little bent.

We stood on the rainbow bridge, and my brother posed as a rabbit's ear that he thought was cute, holding the railing by the bridge with his right hand. My hand naturally hung down and leaned in, and my mouth was full of sweet smiles. My aunt was the most special, with one hand around my shoulder and the other arm around my brother's shoulder, but the smiles of the three of us, the innocent smiles of children, the mature smiles of young people and the satisfied smiles of adults seemed to be covered. Click, this beautiful moment is frozen, so let's go and see it. The pink of the lotus and the green of the lotus leaf also played a role, hiding the water like a jade without clouds. It is said that Guilin's landscape is the best in the world, but a plain photo is also set off like a peerless ink painting, which is simply a fairyland on earth! In this world, there really is this unknown paradise!

This photo has been put in the album, and every time I open it comfortably, I always sigh, because the invisible magic of family sometimes makes me deeply immersed in it and feel extremely happy. Sometimes I feel that someone always reminds me to go to the lotus pond again, where there is no noise, no competition, no pressure, only care and happy laughter between relatives.

Every time I see this photo, I always look at it carefully, because family is a magnificent treasure in the world.

Story topic composition in junior high school photos 4

In my mobile phone, there are countless photos, but there is only one photo in my collection. This is my most important photo.

This is a family portrait with yellow edges and an old man with gray temples in the middle. He is my grandfather. Although I didn't often go to his house to play when I was a child, every time I went, he was a kind face and always tried his best to entertain us. According to my mother, he is a chef who specially prepares banquets for this place. Once in a while, we will spend a summer vacation with grandpa. Only then did I know that he was a very diligent person. When my mother was a child, he prepared banquets for others in the morning, went home to farm at night, and worked hard all day to support the family.

His cooking is very delicious. Although he looks steady, his cooking is flexible, just like the food in the land of abundance. He always thinks that the times are changing too fast to keep up with the changes of the times, but I think his food has surpassed the changes of the times.

He always plays with us after supper, but we can't talk together, so he suggests going for a walk together.

So we skipped into the country road with grandpa, and the shade formed by big trees surrounded the pastoral areas of various rural families, where cows wandered and all kinds of birds stayed on the scarecrow. The distant mountains are undulating and covered with clouds, hovering on the earth like a dragon. This is our happiest time.

The scorching sun is like a furnace, scorching the land. The air is impatient and moving around. The fields were dazzled by the sun, and some metal roofs shone with dazzling white light. We entered the moment of work, picked up the hoe and walked into the field. We wore straw hats and sandals to fertilize the rice and looked at the vast fields. This seems to be an impossible task, which grandpa usually undertakes alone. Sweat drops from grandpa's dark face, and we are already sweating. We are tired, but we are still happy.

In this way, the summer vacation passed and we left grandpa's house, but that time is still clearly reflected in my mind.

But unfortunately, my grandfather died of illness two years ago. The news is like a boulder to me. In retrospect, there are still sadness and regret. Finally, I also forgot the little things with my grandfather, but I will never forget the happiness he brought us and the love he gave us. And this "old age" photo will be the crystallization of my grandfather and me, and it is the epitome of my love for my grandfather.

Story topic composition in junior high school photos 5

I don't like taking pictures. As far as I can remember, I hardly have the experience of facing the camera several times, except when I was forced and on a whim. So I have a lot of back, the back in the photo.

In fact, at that moment, I didn't know anything, just holding a basketball, wearing a red No.23 high-tech jersey, standing on the free throw line with my feet, opposite the referee gesturing, and behind me were my teammates' expectant eyes, hands folded and waiting for good news. I forced myself not to think about anything. I looked at the basketball in my hand and the basket above my head. I took a deep breath. My hand holding the ball trembled slightly, and the sweat from my palm also flowed out. I feel cold in my back, every hair stands on end, my legs tremble unconsciously, and my vision is as blurred as black and white TV. This is the final goal of the final. If a ball is penalized, but the horse stumbles, our efforts for more than a week will be in vain. This crucial goal falls on my shoulders, and I carry the dream of the whole team.

At that time, the shouts of cheering for us were getting louder and louder, but my ears were buzzing, as if thousands of flies had flown by, which made people upset. I made up my mind to raise my hand high and prepare for the last shot. As soon as the hand was lifted, the head "hummed" and the ball in hand fell back. My heart is beating violently and my breathing is getting faster and faster.

The basketball in my hand is picked up and put down. I can't make up my mind. Such an important decision is in my hands! Finally, after the referee blew the whistle, I closed my eyes and threw the ball out. Basketball has entered the net with everyone's expectation and my hanging heart! The audience suddenly boiled up! But my feet were like stepping on cotton, wobbling and falling to the ground almost without taking a few steps. I resisted the pressure at the critical moment. It turns out that being an athlete is so difficult, how strong my heart should be! Fortunately, we won!

That day was the happiest day of my life. When I woke up the next morning, I remembered that I didn't leave any video materials, and I was very lost. I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement or something. My mother came with a mobile phone, and there was a silhouette of me taking a free throw in the phone. Isn't that my key free throw?

I am ecstatic. This is the first time I like taking pictures. This photo has always been the screen saver of my mobile phone. It inspires and reminds me all the time: there are countless waves on the way forward, and all we can do is to chop them!

Story topic composition in junior high school photos 6

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and the stars are fleeting. People have changed their faces and things have changed, but those beautiful moments fixed in the film will always make people daydream and forget.

Open the heavy photo album, and you will see a little girl with a red face, tight eyes and some dirty hands, as if enjoying the world comfortably. This lovely little girl is me. This photo was taken by my mother when I was traveling to Mount Tai when I was ten years old. Although things have changed, I still remember them today.

It was mid-July, and our "cool seven-day summer tour" came to the last stop-Mount Tai. I have long been fascinated by civilized China and the first of the five mountains abroad, and I was so excited that my mother wouldn't even give me a sedative along the way.

But when I really stood at the foot of Mount Tai, I understood why the poet lamented that "other mountains are short under the sky." . Looking up, I saw Mount Tai towering into the clouds, a few white clouds floating gently on the mountainside, and the jungle was green. This magnificent sight made me more enthusiastic and couldn't wait to step on the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain. I took the lead and rushed to the front, leaving many tourists behind. Looking at the ant-like pedestrians at the foot of the mountain, I stepped up and advised my mother to "save some strength" when she left. However, halfway up the mountain, I began to feel exhausted. At first, I could hardly move forward. In the back, my legs were as heavy as lead, so I had to stop and walk. Finally, I collapsed on a fast stone and couldn't walk any further. Just when I decided to go down the mountain by cable car, my mother stood next to me and handed me a wet towel and said, "How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" My mother believes that you can definitely' all other mountains look short in the sky'. "step by step ... finally, I climbed to the top of the mountain in the brilliant sunset. The excitement at a glance made me stretch my arms and take a deep breath of the air at the top of the mountain. At this time, my mother's camera will freeze this moment forever. In retrospect, I still realize that success is hard to come by. "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb." The long road of life is full of difficulties. As long as you don't give up easily, the rainbow will eventually cross this sky!

The long river of time flies by in a hurry. Even if time passes and the appearance changes, the years engraved on the film will never fade, and the story fixed in the photo will always be worth remembering.

Story topic composition in junior high school photos 7

Photos can freeze some happy, sad and exciting times and become a treasure in our memory.

There is a photo on my desk, which I took with my father when I was ten years old.

When I was ten years old, I had a very relaxing holiday. I don't have to get up early to go to school. I am really happy in retrospect. Dad was afraid that I would be too relaxed and decided to take me to experience life.

Dad took me to a farmhouse and arranged everything in the evening. The sun is about to set on the other side of the mountain, leaving only half a blushing smile, reflecting the sunset glow in the country. The red light of the sunset glow moves slowly along the trunk and gets higher and higher. ...

The next day, before dawn, I was called by my father. The owner of the farmhouse will take us to the mountain to watch the sunrise. When we reached the mountain, the sky looked like a curtain, and it was gray. After a while, Zhao Xia came out quietly in new clothes. Its magnificence and brilliance conquered everything at once. The real protagonist, the sun, gradually leaned out of half his head and looked around, and gradually rose, and a beautiful picture of sunrise in a mountain village appeared before our eyes. Dad put his arm around my shoulder and we enjoyed the beautiful scenery. My father and I smiled at each other and only heard a "click". When we turned around, it was the owner of the farmhouse that captured this beautiful moment for us.

Next, the real experience begins. The first item is picking eggplant. Eggplant needs scissors, but I take it for granted that I can pull it down by hand. Because there is a thorn on the handle of eggplant, when I was picking the first eggplant, my finger was stabbed and it hurt terribly. "Practice makes perfect", I just know that picking eggplant needs scissors.

After lunch, my task is weeding. In July, the scorching sun made my back sweat. Cutting the grass requires bending over, and soon my waist will not straighten up. Father asked me to sit on the ridge and have a rest. Sitting on the ridge, I was still sweating and looking at the crops in the field. I suddenly understood the true meaning of the sentence "Grain is the crystallization of farmers' hard work and sweat".

After a day's experience, I was so tired that my back ached and I deeply realized the hardships and difficulties of labor. I learned to respect every worker, respect their sweat and dedication, and cherish the fruits of their labor.

After returning home, my father developed the photos of us smiling at each other. It's really beautiful: the sun has just risen and is shining brightly. We are standing on the hillside and smiling at the green crops with relief! This photo is a testimony to my life experience.

Thanks to the owner of the farmhouse for leaving a good memory for my father and me. Every time I look up and see this photo, it will remind me of that summer, that extraordinary holiday!

Story topic composition in junior high school photos 8

The photo above is of me and my head teacher, Mr Jie Jiang, in the third grade. Seeing this photo reminds me of an unforgettable past. ......

I remember that it was 10 in September, and it was the annual Teacher's Day. This is a teacher's day. Seeing that Mr. Jiang gives us lessons every day, he has to correct our homework after class and urge us to study. It's hard, so I want to give my teacher a gift.

After school at noon, I had a meal. I didn't rest. Accompanied by my mother, I went to the bank to withdraw 100 yuan, which was my unused lucky money! "What should I buy?" I was thinking, my mother said, "buy a bunch of flowers for the teacher!" " "I accepted my mother's advice. So, my mother and I went to the flower wholesale market and ordered a bunch of flowers. Why send flowers to the teacher? I send flowers to my teacher in the hope that she will be happy every day and be as beautiful as flowers!

After school in the afternoon, I came to the door of the teacher's office with flowers. The door was open and I saw Mr. Jiang writing with a pen. My name is report. When I called "Report", the teacher stopped writing and said "Come in" and asked me what I wanted. I approached the teacher. Hold the flowers in front of her and say to the teacher, "Happy Teacher's Day, teacher!" " "The teacher was overjoyed and quickly said to me," Thank you! Thank you! "The teacher took the flowers and smelled them again:" How fragrant! " I laughed. After that, Mr. Jiang took out his camera and asked the teacher in the same office to take this photo for us.

After a while, several big brothers and sisters came in with gifts. It turns out that they are students that Mr. Jiang used to teach, and now they are all in junior high school! On Teacher's Day this year, they agreed to come here to see Teacher Jiang. The teacher inquired about their recent study and encouraged them to study hard. They also said to teacher Jiang, "Don't worry, teacher, we will work hard!" " "Then, the teacher chatted with them again: who is still naughty in class, who is learning now, and who has not changed. So-and-so is the principal now. . . I listened with relish, and when something funny happened, I laughed with them. I'm so happy. It turns out that brothers and sisters have so many interesting things! I saw some tears in the teacher's eyes. I think these are teachers' happy tears. In this way, we had a happy Teachers' Day with our teachers. Although it was only a few short hours, we all felt very happy! When we left, to commemorate, Teacher Jiang asked us to take a photo with her and brought a "family photo"! (This is the following one! )

Whenever I see these two photos, I think of Teacher's Day that year and the tears in the teacher's eyes! Happy moments, good memories!

Story topic composition in junior high school photos 9

When I opened the bedside table, a yellow photo appeared without any damage. I hold it, and my thoughts are once again pulled back to that unforgettable autumn day.

The photo shows a spacious stage. A little girl stood confidently on the stage, showing the dance that she had been studying hard, following up and improving for several days. That little girl was me at that time, and she didn't go to junior high school. Looking at this photo, my mouth slightly rises.

"What kind of dance should we choose? The teacher asked us to do this program ourselves. " I asked the girl next to me with a frown. Suddenly it dawned on me, "Good times!" When I got home, I quickly operated the computer to find a tutorial for this dance.

"It seems that this is not difficult. It should be easy this time. " I watched the tutorial practice step by step, full of confidence, but I gave up soon. This kind of dance looks simple on the surface, but in fact it is very difficult. Mother saw me so depressed and said, "Is this still you?" Where did you go when you were lively and cheerful? "

I was awakened by my mother's words. "Yes, I have been very optimistic. How can I give up easily? " My mother let go of my shoulder and motioned for me to refuel. I stood and continued to dance with the rhythm, swinging my hands up and down and moving my feet with the rhythm. I'm not familiar with my first practice. The last action is to flip. I put my hand on the ground. I threw my foot back, accidentally stepped on it and stepped on my hand. My waist suddenly sank and I fell to the ground. My hand is cramping, but I have been practicing hard. After practicing for about a week or two, I finally got to the point where practice makes perfect. In the next few days, I will focus on practicing my incoherent words.

Finally, the day I went on stage, I stood on the stage waiting for music. I was a little nervous and my eyes left the stage. My mother gave me an encouraging look. The music began, and the coherent movements first leaned over, then looked up, and then came again. It is so leisurely and cheerful that it is difficult to describe it in words. Next, my fingertips draw a charming arc, spinning in the air, and my hair flows in the sunset, as if the whole world is involved in the rhythm of my dance. Because of my dance, I heard the sound of time pausing for me. That dance was so free and carefree, which made me show my skills on the stage and made my dance intoxicating.

At the moment when I was addicted to dancing, I was photographed by my mother with a camera.

My body is finally fixed in the camera, like a proud swan, soft and slender.

Story topic composition in junior high school photos 10

In my photo album, occasionally open the photo album and a yellowed photo comes into view. Each photo records every different story and experience and evokes unusual memories. ...

I remember that on a pleasant afternoon, I just had an unpleasant thing with my friend. Although it's not a big deal, I still can't let go of this stuffy fire in my heart. So, I took the key and decided to go out for a walk. Perhaps inadvertently or telepathically, I came to a corner of the park by accident. It is one of the famous leisure places in the city, but for me at the moment, it is just a pastime of time and a release of mood.

The first time I met him and her, I sat on the stone pier and looked around. Suddenly, she was gently pushed around by him in a wheelchair. Once ... twice ... three times ... when two people walked past me talking and laughing, it was like a landscape in this noisy atmosphere, which immediately attracted my attention.

They stopped and began to laugh. "Little girl, a person come out to play. Do you want to come with us? " I nodded, seemingly inadvertently got up and walked in the same direction with them, and gradually began to chat. From their words, I learned that they are a couple in their sixties, and she has been suffering from rheumatism. A fall a few years ago made her lose the ability to stand forever. However, she seemed to understand my doubts and added, "I was once desperate and tried to commit suicide. Fortunately, I am not dead, so I can have a happy family now, because I have the companionship and encouragement that my family will never give up! "

I am shocked that there is such a tortuous story. I don't understand why I can't face the loss and confusion calmly, and how to deal with the friendship with friends?

They saw my loss, and I also told the reason and distress of my loss. After listening to my story quietly, they said quietly, "son, there are always many valleys and bumps in life." You are still young, you need to adapt and solve it slowly. Now you are the best stage of learning. As for friendship, you need to understand that true friendship will not be broken because of small contradictions ... "

At that time, I may not understand the meaning of many words, but I have a great respect for them invisibly. Their words echoed in my mind. When we broke up, I suggested taking a photo with my mobile phone. The developed photos are placed in the most eye-catching position in my photo album!

Now every time I see that photo, I still feel very warm, and that kind of warmth is from the heart. I will never forget the story of this photo!

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