The story in the photo is a 400-word composition.

Photos are the "fire" lines used to recall precious memories and good times. In the photo, we laugh, we struggle, we feel distressed, we are moved ... The following is a 400-word composition of the story in the photo I shared. Welcome to reading.

The story in the photo is written in 400 words 1

That photo has been left for a long time and has accumulated a layer of dust. It's been half a year since I was in junior high school.

One day at home, I happened to see it alone, covered with dust. I went over and wiped the dust with a paper towel, and the photos gradually became clear. Cute face giggling at the camera-this is graduation photo in my primary school. After seeing it, the corners of the mouth inadvertently rose.

On the day of filming graduation photo, the head teacher asked us to help move photographic equipment. I don't know whether to shoot graduation photo or not, and the boys are unmoved, so we girls have to shoot, and the girls do all the hard work. Who knows this scene was seen by the class teacher. The head teacher angrily criticized the boys. I don't know which boy sent it, but the girl told me. This can make the impatient girls in our class hear and quarrel with the boys. This made me very angry, and I thought to myself: we have moved all the equipment and everything, and you have the face to say that we are. Then we dislike each other. Boys think girls are sissy and girls think boys are not gentlemanly. Soon after, the head teacher told us to gather.

Because it's graduation photo, the head teacher hired a professional photographer for us. We stood in a circle, and then the class teacher and counselor stood inside, and the photographer asked us to hold hands. It seems that the mixed channel is specially calculated for us. How can we hold hands just after the quarrel? We are all very embarrassed to put our hands behind our backs. After seeing it, the class teacher said to us earnestly: "I am graduating soon, and I may never see it again." What's wrong with holding hands Isn't it good to leave a souvenir? " Don't you even have the affection to hold hands? "

After listening to the teacher, we were deeply touched. We thought graduation was far away from us and time was like a flash in the pan. Six years have passed in a blink of an eye. My nose hurts when I think about it, and suddenly I feel that boys are not so annoying.

Hearing this, we looked at each other and looked down as if we were making some decision. We all seem to be waiting for an opportunity. As long as there is one person holding hands, we will do it, but there is no one. What just happened made us all feel bad. After a minute or two, the head teacher seemed willing to accompany us. The boy standing next to me opened his mouth but said nothing. I just looked at him when he was like this, and we both bowed our heads in embarrassment. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and he seemed to nod. The male classmate called my name and handed me his hand. I froze for a while, but recovered after a few seconds, so I handed him my hand. Seeing us holding hands, other students held hands one after another, until we formed a complete circle, the class teacher and counselor smiled. This smile was beautiful, and we also showed rows of white teeth to the photographer.

A breeze blew, accompanied by golden sunshine on us. Everything is so dreamy, we laugh in the sun, and the teacher laughs with us. The teacher's smile is different from before. It's gratifying to see us put down our bad feelings. There is a bitter arc in the corner of our mouth, which seems to be our parting. We are also laughing, like blooming flowers. Even if you are sad, parting is for a better meeting. ...

I still remember that the wind was warm that day, the smile was warm, and my classmates' hands were warm. We are the best in the photo.

Story in the photo 400-word composition 2

In the drawer of my desk, there is a photo. There is a little girl in the photo. Her hair is short and looks like a lovely little boy. She is wearing a pink dress and a pair of colored trousers. She has a colorful jingle ball in her left hand and a red car in her right hand. Her face is sweet with a smile, like a red rose. I like this picture. Every time I do my homework, I secretly take it out and look at it several times. When you have nothing to do, take it out and look around; If the children come to play at home, I will not hesitate to show them for free. So! The lovely little girl in the photo is me, who was only three years old.

This is a sunny weekend. The sun is shining on the earth with a smile in the sky, and birds are flying around happily under the blue sky. Grandpa, grandma, mom and aunt took my brother and me to the People's Park. I want to play in the park for a long time, so I am as happy as a bird flying freely in the sky.

As soon as we entered the park gate, we saw that the shops on both sides of the road were filled with all kinds of attractive toys, including balloons, cars and bear toys ... I took a fancy to one of the balls at a glance, and there were two jingling balls on that special ball, called jingling balls. Grandpa saw that I liked it so much that he bought me one. I smiled happily. This jingle ball is colorful, white, blue, yellow and green together, colorful, very beautiful.

Then we walked forward while joking and found a car in front. These cars are really beautiful, red, yellow, blue, green, buses, vans, cars … everything. I really want to buy a car and run like the wind on the highway. How awesome! My mother saw that my brother and I like cars very much, so she bought me a red car and one or two blue cars for my brother. My brother and I took our favorite cars, sweetly said "thank you" to our mother, and walked forward happily.

Walking, a big lake appeared in front of me. There are many beautifully dressed cruise ships on the lake, and many people are sitting on them to play! Some of these cruise ships are made into naughty and clever little monkeys, some are made into noble, elegant and beautiful little swans, and some are made into honest and lovely little fat pigs ... I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to take a boat!" " "Mother nodded and said," all right! "We found a little swan cruise ship with six seats and sat down. After sitting on the boat, my mother told me, "Little Swan is very beautiful. He always looks so carefree when swimming in the water. "After that, my mother told my brother and me the story that the ugly duckling turned into a swan. Then she praised me as a lovely swan. There is a breezy breeze on the lake, and I feel like a beautiful swan swimming on the lake. That's so cool!

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This photo was taken at my primary school graduation ceremony, which impressed me deeply.

One Sunday afternoon, everyone arrived at school as usual. After entering the class, the class teacher briefly talked about the results of this graduation exam. Then the topic changed and told us a good news. This year, the school held its first graduation ceremony, and all the students present were very happy. Ten minutes later, the teacher led us downstairs for a simple rehearsal. Each class stands in order. Everyone helps the teacher move things one by one and arranges the graduation ceremony tomorrow. After the post is established, each class follows the instructions of the school leaders. The rehearsal was successfully completed.

The next morning, the school gate was crowded with many cars. That's because our parents were invited to attend our graduation ceremony and witness our growth together. At nine o'clock, the graduation ceremony officially began. Our graduates wear school uniforms and stand neatly on the playground. The ceremony went on normally, and the big screen on the rostrum was on, playing photos of the activities we participated in this year, and each photo recorded our growth.

At this moment, our parents came up to us with a letter in their hands. When they opened it, my tears ran down my cheeks. The letter is full of my parents' expectations for me, my parents' companionship for my growth ... My classmates and I wiped our tears, and everyone gave my parents a big hug and thanked them for their support and dedication.

After reading the letter, the students get the graduation book produced by the school in the order of one class, which records our continuous growth in the past six years. After the graduation ceremony, every class took a group photo as a souvenir, which impressed me the most.

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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.

Inadvertently, my eyes swept to the mobile phone screen, and there was a happy little boy in the photo. He wears a bathing suit, a permanent hat and goggles, and swims happily in the water. This little boy is me, which was taken by my mother after I learned to swim. Although it has been three years, it is still fresh in my memory.

It was July, and my mother took me to learn swimming. I have long wanted to learn to swim. I was excited all the way. I can't wait to fly to the swimming pool.

Finally arrived at my destination, I got off the bus, put on my bathing suit and went up the steps. The water in the swimming pool is so clear! I got into the water, chose my position according to the coach's instructions, and my face was full of excitement.

The coach moved a few times and began to hold our breath. I thought to myself: that's not easy! Take a deep breath and dive into the water. However, the water suddenly became sultry, like a fire burning below, but in three seconds, I poked my head out again. At this time, the water returned to its original appearance, cold and clear. I tried several times, but it didn't exceed 10 second. Just when I was at a loss, my mother said, "You've been breathing until you can't breathe. Try again?" I listened to my mother's words, took enough breath and went into the water again. Although it is still stuffy inside, I will stick to it. After I poked my head out, the word "thirteen seconds" floated into my ear, and I was very surprised at once: I succeeded!

After I learned to swim, my mother took a photo and stopped all this.

The long river of time keeps flowing, even if time passes, the colorful memories in that photo will never fade, which is worth remembering!

Story in the photo 400-word composition 5

Today, I accidentally dug out a photo from my closet, which was taken when I was in the fifth grade.

In the photo, I am burying my head in making handmade silk screen flowers, fake flowers made of iron wire and net. It's beautiful, but it's very troublesome to do. Next to me are some girls who are playing well, and they are also working hard. I remember this picture. Two years ago, a few days before Teacher's Day, when we went to help Teacher Chen, Teacher Chen took it for us.

Teacher Chen is a school psychological teacher, and students often go to her for some psychological counseling or help. She will also hold some activities that are beneficial to students' mental health, and we will always ask her to hold them in our class-because we really don't want to attend class meetings. Instead of listening to the teacher talk endlessly on the podium about the psychological education that the school lets us listen to, which is privately called "chicken soup for the soul" by the students, it is better to participate in the activities of teacher Chen, who will always turn these into games for us to understand.

Teacher Chen is easy to get close to, like a big sister next door. My classmates and I always like to go to her office-"Flower Room". Teacher's Day is coming. Teacher Chen received the task from the school to prepare a silk screen flower for each teacher. My friend and I offered to help, and she readily accepted.

The students have a clear division of labor, and a silk screen flower is completed on an assembly line. My job is the last and most important step-winding petals into a complete flower. Everyone works hard and doesn't care if their hands are scratched by wires occasionally. Seeing that we are all doing something seriously and want to do it well, Mr. Chen Can can't help being moved by us and recording this precious moment for us. I'm a little surprised myself. It's rare that I want to do my work well so much. After an afternoon of hard work, we actually finished more than 200 silk screen flowers! When we finished counting them by hand, we even thought: maybe this is also a help to ourselves. As a thank you, Mr. Chen also invited us to eat snacks.

Later, when I went to the teacher's office to get my homework, I happened to find Mr. Wang holding a silk screen flower in his hand and putting it in a delicate vase. I recognized that I did it, and a smile filled my face in an instant, and a sense of accomplishment flooded my heart.

The memory brought by this photo is infinite, which contains both infinite interest and the fruits of our efforts and maturity-and this fruit will also bring happiness to others.

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There are memories of my childhood, my yearning and my touch in that photo. At that time, I was only six years old, wearing a purple vest and a pair of jeans, which was very cute.

That photo was taken in Yili supermarket. I can't remember the details. I am full of smiles and happiness in the photo. Hands are placed like scissors, and fingers are still bent, because they are too small and inflexible. Sitting next to me are the two most important people in my life-mom and dad. I held their hands and they were all smiling.

Dad said, "You dragged us to take this photo." I said, "I forgot I was only six years old." Dad said, "How nice it was then. We were very young at that time, and you were very sensible at that time. Unlike now, when you grow up, it will be irritating. " I said, "Who said that? I'm not angry. I also want to go back! " Don't worry about studying, it would be nice to be carefree. "Just like the lyrics:" Time is gone forever, and the past can only be recalled. "

When I was enjoying that photo again that day, there was a song on TV, "Slow down, don't let you get old …" My heart was like a needle. Yes, we have grown up, but my parents are old. Seeing my parents' gray hair, I looked at the photos again. My parents are very young. They worry about me and pay for me, but I still don't listen to them and get angry with them. I really want to prevent my parents from getting old through photos, but we can't compete with time. Only learning can repay them.

So we should study, because not only for ourselves, but also for our families and parents.

That photo has my childhood memories, my yearning, my touch, my hopes and wishes. I put the photo on the table and looked at my little brother sleeping next to me. He is only 16 months old. I think: your life has just begun, so take advantage of it. Besides, don't be like your brother and me at school. Don't be angry with your parents. If I go to college and go far away, you should be filial to your parents. Although it will be a long time later, we must work hard.

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At night, under the desk lamp, I turned out the photo again and touched his face gently, but I didn't look away for a long time.

How happy he laughed. A happy smile appeared on his dark and thin face. Because of his smile, his face is sunken with more wrinkles at the moment, and his eyes are deeply trapped in the eye socket. His thin arms held a child who was almost three or four years old. This man is my grandfather.

He only stayed with me for four years, and then he left forever. Illness tormented him. During that time, I often saw him go out quietly at night, clutching his stomach and walking around the yard sweating. He was quiet at night and never wanted to tell his family about his pain.

The day I took the photo was my third birthday. My mother suggested taking me to take photos, and my grandfather came. When my uncle in the photo studio finished everything to take pictures, my grandfather said he would take pictures of me, but my mother wouldn't let me. But he insisted on taking pictures of me. When I took pictures, I saw the smile on his face was so clear, but his face was so haggard that I couldn't hide it.

It never occurred to me that that photo was his last memory. When I was more than four years old, I often pestered the man who wanted to sing to me that night, the man who often played "flying" with me in the yard, and the man who often held my hand and taught me to recite ancient poems, and disappeared forever in this world. He has stomach cancer, which is incurable.

When I was four years old, I didn't know what you were going to, but at the last parting, when he was lying in the hospital bed and holding my hand with his thin arms, his hand was cold and warm, and then he let go.

In the evening, I looked at the man in the photo for a long time. He left me the last memory, forever in this faded photo. ...

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Late at night, I flipped through the photo album and looked at my photos from childhood to adulthood. Unconsciously, I seem to have gone back to the past along a series of deep and shallow footprints. ...

Look! That photo of me and some children doing handicrafts together in kindergarten, I have a rose made of colored paper in my hand, and I am so happy to laugh! I remember that it was the eve of Women's Day on March 8, and the teacher taught us to make roses as holiday gifts for my mother. We worked hard all afternoon, and finally I made a decent rose. My mother gave it to me when she came to pick me up after school. At that time, my mother was so happy that she hugged me and kissed me again. I feel very happy!

What impressed me the most was the photo of me raising the national flag as a flag bearer.

I grew up day by day, went to primary school and joined the Young Pioneers. Last semester in the fourth grade, I was fortunate to be a glorious flag bearer. It's a sunny Monday morning. When the host loudly announced the start of the flag-raising ceremony, another flag-raiser and 16 flag-guards and I walked to the flag-raising platform with neat steps. The solemn national anthem sounded, and the bright national flag rose in Ran Ran in the bright morning light under the watchful eyes of all the teachers and students in the school ... I was so excited that I felt that I had grown a lot at once, and I could not help secretly making up my mind: I must study hard and let the five-star red flag fly high in the blue sky of the motherland forever!

There are many, many precious photos, including my first cooking, performing on stage, all kinds of award-winning photos, traveling with my parents ... The photos witnessed the moment of my growth and recorded my growth footprint. I will follow these footprints step by step towards maturity and the future.

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Open the bookcase, which is full of memory albums. Take out a book at random, open it slowly, and a picture of childhood comes into view. A photo caught my attention and touched my memory.

In the photo, there is a girl in a white coat and a light yellow hat sitting on a high red cabinet with her eyes narrowed. However, she didn't laugh. On the contrary, she was crying with her mouth wide open, with an unfinished snow cake in her hand. That is me. Sitting next to me is my brother, who is playing calmly with a small piece of ham with his head down.

Years later, the scene of my childhood still haunts me.

Probably when I was one year old, and then I heard my mother tell me the story in the photo. At that time, my father was taking pictures of me and my brother. We all have food in our hands, but it seems to be two levels of things. I have ice cream and my brother's half-baked sausage in my hand. I am not satisfied, while eating what is in the bowl and thinking about what is in the pot, I sip the ice cream in my hand, and on the other hand, my eyes glance at my brother's ham sausage from time to time. My brother peeled the skin bit by bit like that, and I sat there with my head tilted and squinting. At that time, my eyes must be glowing with longing, and my mouth must be secretly swallowing saliva! Unexpectedly, my brother took a bite without even looking at me. I was in a hurry, so I leaned against my brother again and formed the posture in the photo. Seeing my brother still ignoring me, my "little universe" finally broke out, and I couldn't help crying when I opened my mouth, revealing a row of teeth that didn't even grow. I cried in the photo, sad that I didn't eat ham sausage, and wronged my brother to ignore me. And my younger brother, not disturbed by my crying at all, kept his head down and concentrated on peeling the ham in his hand. He really turned a deaf ear to what happened outside the window and only peeled ham!

I gently stroked the photo with my hand, but unfortunately, things have changed, and I will never go back to my childhood. I really miss playing together when I was a child. We are very innocent. I really miss that childish me at that time, crying because of a ham. I really miss you who peeled ham and didn't give me food.

Now every time I see my brother who is half a head taller than me, there is always a kind childhood. The difference is that whatever he has, he always gives it to me first.

The photo albums in the bookcase carry my most precious memories. They will grow with me, become an indispensable part of my life and become my most precious memories.

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Looking at the photos posted on the wall behind the classroom, I can't help but recall the stories contained in the photos. ...

It was a theatrical performance last semester. At that time, the school was going to hold a drama competition and asked each class to produce a program. Our class decided to perform the pantomime Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. After the program is selected, the next step is to choose my classmate to play the role. I have a stage dream since I was a child, so I took part in the competition of the protagonist-Snow White. All the other roles have been decided, except the protagonist, but there are two people who want to be Snow White, me and another classmate. Finally, I decided to read a line, and then the whole class voted. I know my strength is not so good, and that classmate is very good. I know the result is obvious. But I didn't give up. I tried my best to interpret that line. Just when I was depressed, I suddenly heard the same character say, "I announce that it is Li who plays Snow White!" " I was stunned. But my classmates choose to trust me, and I can't let them down!

The role campaign has come to an end, and the next thing to do is to rehearse according to the script. Because the preparation time is relatively short, the preliminary competition will be held in one month, so our troupe uses the time of each self-study class and the first half of the evening self-study class to rehearse. Our movements were arranged by the Cultural and Recreation Committee member Zheng Minghui and the new intern teacher, and then taught to us. In order to defend the honor of our class, every student is full of energy. When I couldn't break through the bottleneck, my classmates encouraged me to regain my confidence and strengthen my initial heart!

Unconsciously, the preliminary contest came. Our class is the first to play. Although everyone was a little nervous, the game went smoothly. A few days later, the shortlist was announced. Our class successfully entered the final with the first place in the preliminary round. We cheered, and then we should practice quickly. Soon, the final came quietly, and all the teachers and students held a grand final in the auditorium. For a long time, the final ended with applause and cheers. Next, the winner was announced. We listened with bated breath when the first prize was read out. "The first prize was won by Class Seven (10)!" Suddenly, an avalanche of cheers broke out on the field. Yes, our previous efforts were not in vain, and all the sweat was worth it!

Looking at this group photo of our troupe, I couldn't help laughing. That kind of heartfelt smile is happy …