Photo story excellent composition

In the usual study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is an excellent composition of my carefully arranged photo stories, hoping to help everyone.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 1 Everyone has many photos when he was a child, and those photos reflect the joys and sorrows of our growth, which are not only our most precious memories, but also the process of our growth.

After many years, I didn't intend to dig out a stack of photos from my previous bedroom. When I turned it down, I accidentally saw a photo-an old woman and a boy sitting on her lap. He is losing his temper, touching the old woman's chin with his hand, and looks like he is about to cry. When I saw this photo, I laughed, and I couldn't help feeling a little proud, but I soon put away my smile. Needless to say, this old woman is my grandmother, and that little boy is of course me.

I was silent for a long time and slowly returned to the spring of that year. I remember that I was in kindergarten middle class at that time. I was young and ignorant, and I often did things that worried my parents. But it is my grandparents who take care of me.

Because my grandmother often protects me, I still become presumptuous, often take care of myself, and lose my temper when I am a little unhappy. No, one day, I caught a cold. At this time, the Chinese New Year is coming, and my family forbids me to eat those rice cakes and sweets, so as not to aggravate my illness. And I refused to take medicine, but I had to fight them. At this time, my dad had an opinion and caught the guy and taught me a lesson. I was scared and ran to find my grandmother. My dad knew there was nothing he could do this time, so he threatened me: "No medicine today, no food!" "My grandmother advised me to take medicine and told my father to go away. Faced with such a situation, I have to give in.

Later, I sat on grandma's lap, and she fed me those miserable powders with a spoon and water. I threw up while eating, struggled, and touched my grandmother's chin, which happened to be photographed by my mother. So there is this photo.

Now, this matter has long been forgotten, and my grandmother died there in less than two years. Now that I think about it, it is ridiculous, but it is more sorrow and regret. ...

There are many interesting things in my life. When I opened the photo album, I saw an interesting photo. In the photo, I am wearing a scholar robe of the Han Dynasty and writing on the floor of the park with a brush.

Last year 10, our remedial class held an outdoor activity of Chinese studies-the record of the examination of the small champion. My classmates and I came to Xu Shen Cultural Park in Luohe by bus. When we arrived at the Cultural Park, the instructor took out our clothes and asked us to put them on. We boys wear blue uniforms and girls wear pink skirts. We all want to make a movie and are very happy.

At ten o'clock in the morning, we held a grand opening ceremony. With the music, the opening ceremony began. The first item is to be well dressed, the second item is to worship sages, and my favorite item is the third item, Zhusha Qizhi. In ancient times, children's reading teachers should point cinnabar in the center of children's foreheads, which is called "opening eyes", which means that children will be quick-witted and clever, and they will be good at reading and reading. I saw that the teacher took out his pen and dipped it in cinnabar, and touched it gently on my forehead. I feel cold on my forehead, as if I were a child studying in ancient times. From then on, I will be alert and sober.

In the afternoon, we will test the order. Scholars are divided into two groups. We will also write the word "high school" in calligraphy on the ground. Let's write the word "high school" for everyone, and see which group finishes it first, and finally our group wins.

Finally, we watched a movie for five days. Our seats sway with the change of the image, and it feels like we are really riding a roller coaster. Everyone screamed nervously. ...

I like this photo because it brings me good memories.

I have many photos, but I like the one taken by the lotus pond in front of grandma's house last year. In the photo, I picked a lotus leaf and put it on my head, and stood there with mirth. On my left hand side, there is a pomegranate tree full of bright pomegranate flowers, and on my right hand side, there is a bowl-sized Dali chrysanthemum, which took an interesting and lovely photo.

In summer, when I came to my grandmother's house, I felt terribly hot as soon as I got off the bus. The chicken is so hot that it flaps its wings, and the dog is so hot that it sticks out its tongue. How can I not be hot! My mother saw that I was sweating like a pig, so she picked a green lotus leaf and put it in the shade of the door where I came and covered my head. Seeing these green leaves, I suddenly felt much cooler and had a good time. My mother suddenly stopped me and asked me to take a picture of me in the lotus pond. I hurried there and found myself standing between pomegranate trees and crimson Dali chrysanthemums. The effect must be very good, so I put on a lovely pose "click". After taking the photos, I quickly ran to my mother to look at the photos and laughed at my silly appearance happily. In the photo, I am wearing pink short sleeves and my hands are open, enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of me.

This photo makes me feel very happy. I don't like taking pictures and become a happy girl who loves taking pictures. I know that taking pictures can leave beautiful moments.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 4 Open the photo album at home, and unforgettable past events emerge in front of you. One of the photos caught my attention, which was taken when I was 7 years old.

This photo was taken in spring, and the sunshine in spring is particularly bright. The girl in spring opened a smiling face. Sunlight and red beams come and gently touch you, as warm as a mother's hand. With the brisk pace of the spring girl, the green grass broke through the ground and dived out of the soil, tender and green. In the countryside, you can see these tenacious and energetic little people everywhere.

That's right. I hid between a loquat tree and a pear tree, and there were some beautiful Metasequoia trees behind me. There, I can put aside everything, spend all my energy on breathing fresh air, watching the blue sky, lying on the grass and having a rest.

Now, the orchard has disappeared without a trace and was buried. The green world in my heart is gone, forever.

I will always keep this photo. This photo contains my childhood memories, my fantasy of a green world and my longing for a better world.

Looking at this photo, I can see such a scene in my mind: in spring, all the trees there grow new leaves, and birds nest and sing in sunny places; In summer, the leaves of trees grow greener, more vigorous and more lush, holding up an umbrella for dogs taking a nap below; In autumn, the leaves gradually wither and wither, but they get fat and sweet fruits; In winter, it snows, and the fruit trees are covered with white coats and dressed beautifully.

I came to my senses, and all these things disappeared and never came back. They can only be in my heart, and they will never come back, never.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 5 There is a photo of Zhang Zhengui on my desk. There are ten basketball players standing on the green grass, the referee is serving, and both players are staring at the basketball for fear that the ball will be snatched by others.

Looking at the photos, I recall the fierce basketball match between our class and Class 5 in mid-April this year. The game started, and a member of Class Five grabbed the ball first. When he dribbled the ball four meters away from the basket, Su Hang, the scud of our class, stopped him. Zhang Qiang, who is quick in hand and quick in eye, quickly broke through the defense line and ran to the other team with the ball. He grabbed the basketball easily with a trick of "stealing the day", and then immediately passed the ball to teammate Chen Xing. Chen Xing ran to the backboard with the ball, and the audience was silent. "Yes!" The cheerleaders in our class are all partying.

The game was intense. Five minutes ... ten minutes ... overtime ... The players on the field were panting and sweating, but neither team would give way to the other team ... probably because they were inexperienced at the scene. At the last minute, Class Five scored more than one goal, and our class lost the game by eight to ten.

Looking at our dejected appearance, the teacher said, "children, winning or losing is not important." The important thing is to dare to fight. As long as you have the indomitable spirit and work hard, the victory will definitely belong to us! "

Looking at the photos, I look forward to the coming year. What will the game be like next year?

Photo Story Excellent Composition 6 In my photo album, there is a photo. Whenever I see this photo, I always blush. At that time, I was six. Naively, I held a mop. You may ask, why do I blush when I see this photo? I will tell you slowly ...

When you were young, your mother would weigh you and measure your height every few months. I remember one day when I was six years old, I heard my mother say excitedly, "Ah, Tingting has grown two centimeters in three months!" " Grandma, who was mopping the floor, quickly put down the mop, picked me up and said happily, "Hey, the baby has grown taller. In the future, we should eat more rice and eat more nutritious and delicious food, so that we can grow faster. "

At this time, praised by my grandmother, I was looking at the mirror happily. Suddenly, I saw the mop next to the mirror. I look around. Gee, I accidentally found the mop as high as my height. "Ah, I know how old the mop is!" I shouted in surprise, as if I had discovered a new continent. My mother and grandmother looked at each other in surprise and asked inexplicably, "Does the mop have an age?" I said solemnly, "can't you use your head?" Six years old, of course! " Mother asked doubtfully, "Why?" "Because the mop is as tall as me!" I'm proud to say. Suddenly, the whole family laughed their heads off. Mother stifled her laughter and said, "Alas, silly child, mops have no height, only a useful life!" " ""no! "I said coquetry." Oh, let's listen to Tingting! "Grandma comforted me. Mother said solemnly, "well, in memory of Tingting and the mop being as tall as today, I'll take a picture of you two." So "click", leaving this special photo.

Now it has grown a lot, and the mop only reaches the armpit. Because of that special friendship, I still don't want to lose it!

When I was bored, I began to look at the collection in my "baby box". Inadvertently saw Gorky's Childhood, and on a whim, I flipped through it.

Suddenly, some photos fell from the book, but I can't remember when they were sandwiched in the book.

In the first picture, I saw myself as a child, maybe only 2 months old at that time, and I was held by my aunt, which seemed very happy! Take a closer look, wow! Mom's right. I was really ugly when I was a child. The nose is flat and a little black. Whenever my mother says that, I always contradict her, just you look good! Only you look good!

The second photo was taken when my cousin and I were standing on the stairs. It was night and it was winter. If you don't look carefully, it's really a bit like two penguins! In fact, at that time, I was a little similar to my 6-year-old cousin!

The third photo is me, my brother and my cousin eating ice cream. On that day, I vaguely remember that it was because I monopolized TV for a long time that my brother and cousin joined forces to "protest". After discussion, I asked them to buy ice cream to cool off. In fact, I sent them two "foodies" to buy, and I can continue to watch TV. Therefore, ginger is still old and spicy. Ha ha.

The last photo was when I taught my brother to write his name, when he was 5 years old. I managed to teach him to write his own name. I said to him, "Write down your name and let me have a look." I can see that he is serious and thinks that the result will be good, but the reality is always cruel! The result surprised me. The words "Xu Rong to Qin" were clearly written on the paper! ! I suddenly collapsed. Why can't he write the word "true" more compactly? This incident has also become a joke in my family.

There are many stories behind many photos, and the stories behind each photo are unforgettable.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 8 Sweet smile, warm gathering, I am particularly happy in the photo, holding this "family photo" of Mother's Day scene in front of me.

I remember that on Mother's Day this year, I came to the restaurant with a happy mood. The name of this restaurant is "Stranger in the Alley". There are many people there. Because the food is very good, we also ordered a lot of dishes, including braised pork, braised persimmon beef brisket and so on. After ordering, my mother said that the meal hasn't come yet. Let's take a family photo! "Dad became our photographer. The happy moment was recorded with a click, and I was happy at that moment.

The dishes are fragrant, and Mother's Day begins with the laughter of the whole family. I took a glass of water to my mother and said my best wishes to her. My mother said happily, "Thank you!" "Later, I took a cup to my grandmother, and she smiled and was very happy.

Time passed in the laughter of the family, and it was time to go home after chatting. I reluctantly took my mother's hand and left, and that day left a deep impression on me.

Picking up this photo, I smiled happily. I love my mother very much. I also thank my mother for her concern and dedication to me since childhood. Thank you, mom!

I opened the photo album of my trip to Beijing, and the scenes of the Great Wall, the Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square gradually became clear. Suddenly, the photos that left a deep impression on me caught my eye and brought my thoughts back to the fiery July. ...

I remember it was last July 18, the fourth day of our tour in Beijing. At that time, we were going to go to Yuanmingyuan by bus. When we passed the side door of Tsinghua University, the tour guide asked, "Do you want to go down and take pictures?" After his words, my father took my brother and I who were playing games and rushed down first. The queue time is short, and it takes a long time for Dad to take a photo. Click, and this photo of Tsinghua and I will be frozen.

Look at this photo carefully, I have a smile on my face-I am probably enjoying the trip; Put your hand in a' V' shape-this is the classic posture I use when taking pictures; The background is the famous Tsinghua University! At that time, my father told me that this was his ideal photo, and I didn't care too much. Later, I asked my father carefully. It turned out that Tsinghua University was the dream of his father's generation, but his father failed to realize it; I'm dad's best hope now. He expects me to learn something and realize my dream.

Every photo has its own story behind it. I may forget the picturesque scenery and the joys and sorrows of the past. But I will always remember this "ordinary" photo, because it is the meaning of travel, the expectation of my parents and the direction of my efforts!

Photo Story Excellent Composition 10 Open the photo album, which is full of memory colors, and every old photo is floating with traces of time. Suddenly, my eyes stopped on a photo. ...

In the photo, I am wearing a green down jacket, holding a handful of soft snow in my hand, standing on the ground covered with a snow-white quilt, smiling silly. I watched, as if I had returned to the scene at that time.

My father and I just came out from my grandmother's house, and suddenly we found that there was an endless silver world outside. We can't help but rush to a large open space and embrace everything that nature has given us.

Opposite the Songhua River, the air is particularly fresh.

We use local materials and have snowball fights. I first grabbed a handful of snow, quickly kneaded it into a ball and threw it at my father; Dad flashed and threw a snowball at me. I couldn't dodge and was hit by a snowball. Although I was defeated in the first round, I was not discouraged and quickly adjusted my battle plan. I snowballed several times in a row and began to attack my father. Dad also launched a counterattack from time to time while dodging. I aimed at the opportunity, first dodged my father's "bullet" several times in a row, and suddenly attacked him when he got carried away. Dad was caught off guard and didn't escape the attack. He was finally hit by my bullet. I looked up and smiled at the sky.

The scene of "card" happened to be recorded by my mother's camera. I just looked at the photos, and a sense of happiness climbed into my mind. I smiled foolishly again. ...

Photo Story Excellent Composition 1 1 Last year1One day at the end of February, the sky was gray and covered with dark clouds. We hadn't finished class when it began to snow.

At first, it was snow grains, as if someone was throwing a lot of sugar in the sky. After school, the students cheered downstairs and went home to watch the snow. Snow particles fell on our faces and necks, so cold that we melted before we could catch them.

It snowed heavily soon after I got home. Although it is not as big as the goose feather snow in the north, it is the biggest snow since the day I can remember.

After finishing our homework, the three of us went to the street to see the snow scene: I saw a thin layer of snow on the ground, on the roof and on the trees, and pedestrians passed by, leaving a series of footprints of different sizes. Those thin and tall poplars, like naughty children, shake their bodies from time to time and shake their snow to the ground. The topic we talk about most is that snow will bring a good harvest. Several children were jumping in the snow, clapping their hands and singing, "Come down, Cher, and let's have a snowball fight!"

I was very excited when I heard about the snowball fight. I squatted down and picked up a handful of snow, made it into a snowball, ran a few steps and threw it at my father. I heard a bang and threw it away on the spot. I jumped up with joy, and then I heard a bang. I fell on a dog and chewed the mud. Mom and dad rushed over to see if I was hurt, but I still giggled after falling. Seeing my funny appearance, my father took out his digital camera and left this unforgettable moment, so I went to look through the photo album.

Seeing this photo at the moment, I can't help laughing.

Life is like a bag of melon seeds. When you find one broken, don't be angry. But concentrate on the next one, because there are many melon seeds in this bag, both good and bad, and there may be unexpected surprises. Just like this photo in my hand, there are many beautiful and unforgettable memories in it.

In the second grade, my parents took me to visit Guanglu Island in Dalian. Guanglu Island is located in the north of the Yellow Sea and the west of Changshan Islands. It is a national island forest park and one of the scenic spots in Liaoning Province. What impressed me most when I came to Guanglu Island was Moon Bay Beach. My favorite is Golden Beach. My father and I go to the beach to play together. We had a water fight. I buried my father in the sand for the castle. Later, when I saw someone renting a canoe, I asked my father to rent a canoe for me. Dad pushed it into the sea and let me go up. Soon a few big waves came, and instead of overturning the canoe, they fluctuated with the waves.

Kayak and I are like soldiers in the sea, fighting the wind and waves. The bigger the wave, the more excited I am, shouting "Come on, come more violently!" " "The waves seem to understand my wish. After a while, a wave several times larger than before came, which suddenly overturned the kayak and knocked me into the sea. The seawater flowed into my eyes, nose and mouth mercilessly, which made me drink several mouthfuls of seawater. I was so scared that I fluttered in the water. Just then, a big hand picked me up. What makes me feel warm and safe is my father's generous palm. "Son, it's time to eat. If you don't come, I won't leave it for you! ""come on! Come right away! " I answered and closed the photo album.

This time, I put the photos in the time box, put them in the drawer, and left this beautiful memory in my heart, which became more and more fragrant with the passage of time.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 13 Everyone has his own photo, and each photo seems to tell an unforgettable old story. Every time I look at the photos that record beautiful moments, it makes me seem to be on the time machine, traveling through time and space, and returning to that beautiful moment.

This is a photo taken in early spring of 2008.

In the early spring of February, it snowed all night. When I opened the door in the morning, I saw that the outside had become a world of silver makeup. How beautiful! The tree put on a white cotton-padded jacket, the roof put on a white hat, the ground was covered with a thick quilt, and there were large snowflakes floating in the sky, just like countless silver angels falling from the sky.

Mom and I decided to make a snowman. First, pile up the snow with a shovel and pat it flat. Soon, a short snow mountain appeared in front of us. This is the snowman's body. Then roll a big ball with snow and press it on your body. This is the head of the snowman, and the prototype of the snowman has been made. Then draw thick eyebrows with carbon black; Make snowman's eyes and nose with blue plasticine; Make a snowman's slightly upturned mouth with red plasticine; Pick a bunch of willow branches and put them on the snowman's head to make braids; Put the broom upside down on the snowman to make an arm. A swaggering snowman will be ready. My mother and I found a photo next to the snowman as a souvenir.

Looking at the photo, I smiled. This is my unforgettable childhood, unforgettable fun. It's in my photo and always in my heart.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 14 The magical camera seems to have fixed everything, and that moment has become eternity. "It's a pity that you didn't accompany me to the end ..." The song in the earphone was singing.

This song is in the earphone. When I touch your cheek in the photo, I can't tell whether it is a face full of loss or joy. I miss it so much ... unfortunately, things have changed.

Grandma is a famous good person in the village. There is something at home, and she will definitely help. And what she is good at is making tofu. Look! In the photo, she stood in front of the camera with me, and the tofu block behind her came from her hand, pure, square and clever, just like her.

It is difficult and simple to make tofu, but it is simple and complicated. Grandma always chooses beans the night before. They are big and full, and then they soak in water. Get up early in the morning to make tofu. And I often wake up from my dreams and vaguely see my grandmother in my sleepiness. Those beans seem to have absorbed the essence of water, just like the doll with a belly, too lazy to stretch out.

In the process of making tofu, I can't help but be greedy. I always want to drink a big bowl of steaming soybean milk, and the fog is in my eyes. I quietly watched soybean milk turn into bean curd, bean curd turn into bean curd, and my heart was already surging. Take a sip of soybean milk, which is sweet and mellow. ...

Unfortunately, I didn't see you for the last time. It was the next day when I learned of your death. They all said that children shouldn't go there. So, I didn't even see you for the last time. The memory of you seems to be still in my heart, smiling and waving to me, and the taste in your hand is still in my memory.

Photo Story Excellent Composition 15 This photo was taken in Taipingyu when I was five and a half years old.

I remember it was a sunny morning, sunny but cold, and the mountains were covered with snow. I stood at the foot of the mountain in a down vest and looked up at the waterfall. At this moment, I suddenly remembered Li Bai's poem "Looking at Lushan Waterfall", "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", which is really like the Milky Way. "Is there really a waterfall as long as 3,000 feet?" I asked my father curiously, and my father patiently said, "No, this poem is just a metaphor, an exaggeration of the poet." "Well, let's go climbing!" So, with a firm heart, I strode forward bravely with short legs. I thought, "Red Army soldiers have gone through a long March of 25,000 Li, climbed over snow-capped mountains and walked across grasslands, and experienced hardships ..." Encouraged by the spirit of the revolutionary predecessors, I climbed to the top of the mountain unconsciously. Just as I was cheering, I saw my good friend darling panting and complaining in the distance! So, my hands became trumpet-shaped and I shouted, "Come on, persistence is victory. Try harder and you can reach the top of the mountain! " "With my encouragement, she soon caught up with us, and we enjoyed the beautiful and magnificent scenery on the top of the mountain, not to mention how happy we were. Two fathers held us high in her arms when we cheered and celebrated, and my mother took this precious photo at this moment.

Since then, I like climbing mountains and sports, which enables me to actively participate in various sports such as skipping and cheerleading at school, which not only exercises my body, but also cultivates my self-confidence.