Story in the photo: five primary school students' compositions

The story in the photo A photo of a primary school student's composition tells a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion? The following is the story composition of primary and secondary school students in the photos I arranged for you. Welcome everyone to learn from and refer to. I'm sure it will help you.

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Story in the photo 1 On my desk, there is a photo of our family of three. In the photo, we are wearing diving suits, standing proudly in the blue sea, smiling brightly! As soon as I saw this photo, my heart was filled with happiness and memories of good times.

I was nine years old that year, and my father's unit organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane and came to Hainan Island. Living in a hotel, I stayed up all night excitedly, planning my travel plan for tomorrow.

I got up early the next day. When the tour guide announced that we were going to dive under the sea today, I was even more excited to run around like a rabbit.

When we arrived at the diving field, the coach told us the essentials of diving and took us down to the sea. My heart is like fifteen fights. When the coach asked me, are you afraid, little friend? I stubbornly said:? Who said I was scared? After that, he deliberately straightened his chest, quickly put on his diving suit and strode to the sea. Standing in the sea, the cool water gently stroked my leg, and a breeze with the smell of seawater blew. I open my arms and enjoy the embrace of the sea. Just then, the coach said to me: Are you ready? All right! ? I made a clever gesture and then jumped into the sea. After a while, many colorful fish appeared in front of my eyes. They swam around me as if they were treating me as a strange tourist. I couldn't help reaching out to greet them, but they didn't give me any face and left one by one. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. What a beautiful soft coral! I was dazzled by these corals with different colors, and I was amazed to myself. When we surfaced, the photographer left us this precious photo.

When the photo was developed, I put it in a photo frame and kept it until now.

Story in the Photo Primary School Composition 2 In my photo album, I treasure a photo of Zhang Zhengui. In the photo, I am filling out a parcel form at the post office. Speaking of this photo, there is another story.

Last year, the school newspaper published a? Donate books with love? The event called on bloggers to actively participate. These love books will be donated to children in mountainous areas.

As soon as we saw the news, my mother and I quickly signed up. I chose twenty books in the bookcase. The next day, I let my mother send it away.

I am happy to think that the big housekeeper can receive my book earlier.

However, a few days later. I began to be unhappy when I saw that bloggers donated new books. Thought: Why are you so stingy? Everyone else donated new books, but I donated old books. I'm really sorry. Just say to mom, what's up? I regret it. If I had known, I would have donated new books. ?

? It doesn't matter, the new book is the same as the old one. ? My mother said to me earnestly:? There is no distinction between old and new in love. ?

After listening to my mother's words, I felt a little comforted, but I was still unwilling. Just a brainwave. Why not buy some new books with lucky money? I can also donate books for the second time! My mother nodded happily when I told her what I thought.

So, I took a hundred yuan lucky money and went to Xinhua Bookstore with my mother to carefully select four books. When I got home, I drew a beautiful picture on the title page of the book? Love card? Sign your name and write down my wishes. Looking at four brand-new love books, I seem to see the smiling faces of children in mountainous areas, and my heart is beaming.

This time, I went to the post office in person, filled out a parcel form and sent the book away smoothly?

The photo you saw was taken by my mother when I was filling out the parcel form at the post office. Mom said this photo is very meaningful, it witnessed my growth.

? Give someone a rose. Is there a fragrance in your hand? . Every time I see this photo, I will think of this story. It will always remind me to be a caring person.

Story in the photo Pupil Composition 3 Open the photo and recall the past, full of happiness and unforgettable. The photo recorded the beauty of that moment, and happiness stayed at that moment.

This photo belongs to me and my brother. I was in the fourth grade and my brother was 3 years old. This photo was taken when my father took us to the dam to fly kites. At that time, my brother and I really took great pains. At the beginning, we thought very simple and confident, just flying kites! As long as there is wind. But when we started flying kites, we were afraid from the beginning. No matter how hard my brother and I try, the kite just can't fly. My brother and I looked at the kite sadly, panting and exhausted, thinking about how to put it away. Suddenly I had a brainwave. It turns out that I made a mistake about the wind direction. I should run against the wind and let the kite fly. We had a rest. I tried to run against the wind, and my brother followed. Finally, we watched the kite fly slowly. The higher we fly, the happier we jump. My brother runs on the grass with a kite string. Let's poss together! Celebrate the joy of success. Just as my brother and I were posing, my father pressed the shutter and recorded this wonderful moment.

Brother's left hand is in the picture? Scissorhands? Holding the runner of the kite string in his right hand, he smiled happily, walked forward with his left foot and stood on tiptoe with his heel. And I'm holding a ribbon in my hand, bending over and symmetrically putting one behind my brother? Scissorhands? Laugh happily, open your mouth wide, and a row of neat teeth are exposed, releasing the happiest breath. The sunshine also released all the warmth at that moment, shining on us and reflecting the best shadow.

This photo is the warmth and happiness of my brother and me. It records the beautiful past and carries love and happiness. A photo, a memory, a period of time, a mood. Every photo is a specimen of time, only a moment has passed, but it is forever. We can't keep time, but what remains in our hearts is the best memory!

Story in the photo Pupil Composition 4 In the photo, we have many memories. Happy, nostalgic, moved?

When I was looking for something at home this morning, I accidentally turned over some photos. One of them impressed me deeply, that is, picking mushrooms and tea bubbles with my brother on the mountain.

On that occasion, my brother and I rode through a bamboo forest and came to the reservoir. There are many high mountains beside the reservoir. We came to the foot of the mountain first. My brother had a sickle in his hand and thick boots. He climbed up first, and I followed. Brother told me to hurry? My foot slipped suddenly and my pants were covered with yellow mud. Climb again and again, and finally climb up. I picked up a bamboo pole beside me and followed my brother closely. After a while, I saw a big mushroom and suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. He turned around and said happily to his brother. Dude, I found a big mushroom! ? My brother smiled at me. But I saw that his basket was almost half full.

I was a little tired after that, so I didn't answer it. Instead, he continued to climb the mountain and soon climbed halfway up the mountain. Looking back, the farmers' uncles are working in the cultivated land under the spring, and the golden rape flowers are unobstructed. Turn your head and look ahead? Wow, so many tea bubbles!

I loved it when I saw all kinds of tea bubbles hanging on the tea trees all over the mountain. Fly like a bow and arrow? Hit it hard with a bamboo pole and hang it on a tree? Baby? Green, very attractive. After a while, my brother caught up with me. He didn't have a sickle, but climbed up there and picked tea leaves one by one, while I followed with my coat below. It was picked and put in a bamboo basket, but in a short time, the big bamboo basket was full of green tea bubbles. Inadvertently, the sun was about to set, and my brother and I walked back happily.

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Mother's crying came from the other side of the mountain, and the room where the smoke was curling up was already steaming. In the morning, a delicious dinner was prepared for my brother and me to go home. Today's harvest is really no small matter.

This old photo records my childhood, which makes people look at it with endless aftertaste.

Photos The story in Primary School Students' Composition 5 used to be like a read page, but it was pinned down by the page being read now, and there was no sign of coming into view again. Slowly and gently, I opened the old photo album, and the old photos brought me happy and sad old things, and with the fragrance of tea on that case, it drifted into my heart faintly. Only that old photo brought me only the inner tremor and the blur in front of me.

This is a very ordinary portrayal of life. My friend and I are in the photo. We were in kindergarten at that time, and I was only 3 years old. The background of the photo is my lovely kindergarten. In the photo, I have the brightest smile on my face that only children can have. It seems that nothing in this world can ruin my good mood. But at that time, I didn't know, I didn't know how these hands with cameras changed from delicate to rough, I didn't know what kind of love every wrinkle on this hand contained, I didn't know what kind of heart this hand was connected with, and I didn't know why this heart changed from fragile to strong.

When I was a child, there was no decent salary at home, my mother was in graduate school, and my father didn't earn much money even though he worked. Together, they earned more than 200 yuan a month. Mom goes to graduate school and dad goes to work. Of course I need someone to take care of me. No way, when I was 1 years old, I had to be sent to a privately run kindergarten. According to my mother, every time she comes to pick me up, she is sad to see my wet pants and dry eyes. Of course, the conditions of private kindergartens are not very good. I stayed there for two years when I was a child. When I was 3 years old, I said I wouldn't go, so my mother had to take me to the kindergarten of the local school. In fact, compared with other places, this kindergarten is not good, but at that time, I thought it was a paradise, with places to play, small partners and kind teachers? That's great. According to my mother, I didn't shed a tear on the first day. Conditions are good, of course, the money will be more. My parents will pay me half of their salary, but they never complain. My father is a geologist and travels all the year round, so my mother shoulders the burden of the family alone. I never know my mother's bitterness. I never know how many tears her mother has shed, but she will never let me see the tears on her face until her mother turns around.

Time is running. I am now 13 years old.

My family has learned a lot from the past few years. I never ask my parents to buy me this and that so that I can live a basic life. Father doesn't pay much attention to food and clothing, but they are all good. There are not as many clothes in my mother's closet as I do. I grew up in an unpretentious but simple environment. Only this simple place can bring me warmth and love?

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