Write a story using a photo

1. Write an essay using the story in the photo.

On August 28, 1937, it was dark and the sun was blocked by layers of dark clouds. But the Shanghai South Railway Station was still bustling with activity. People preparing to take the train did not notice at all that a small group of heavily armed Japanese soldiers were approaching the entrance of the train station. They held submachine guns in their hands and bullet bags hanging on their waists, and quickly scanned the busy people around them with their wolf-like eyes.

Suddenly, a man who looked like a commander raised his submachine gun and fired at the noisy crowd. Several young people at the ticket gate were so frightened by this sudden attack that they were stunned. Fell in a pool of blood. Among the children who were resting and playing in front of the platform, some were timid and were so frightened that they burst into tears; there were also some daring ones who fled in all directions. The entire train station was shrouded in fear, and there was a murderous aura in the air.

Accompanied by a "buzzing" sound, several bowtie fighter jets of different colors and shapes were flying towards here. They were seen hovering over the train station like a few ferocious eagles. Dropped a few bombs and then flew away. The bomb fell into the South Railway Station like lightning, and the South Railway Station, which was bustling an hour ago, instantly turned into ruins.

From the ruins of the South Railway Station came bursts of childish crying, and a little boy was seen sitting on the ground splattered with blood, crying helplessly. He was dressed in ragged clothes, and his thin body supported his big head. He was obviously another poor child with malnutrition. He is a poor child, but also the luckiest child. When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, the young parents pressed their sleeping child under their bodies and provided him with a place of refuge with their own lives. A few minutes later, a steel plate fell squarely on the couple...

When the child woke up, he could not find his parents among the unrecognizable corpses around him. The child may have realized that the person who loves him most has left him, and he doesn't know what else to do except cry. ah! This is a baby about 1 year old. He is covered in blood. Some wounds are covered with soot, and some wounds have suppurated. No wonder he cried so much. When the enemy plane dropped bombs, his parents pinned him under their bodies and used their own lives to provide him with a place of refuge. How lucky he was to be the only person who miraculously survived the bombing. Two days later, the unconscious child was rescued by the search and rescue team of the Soviet Embassy in China. His parents had been crushed to death.

At that time, the search and rescue team leader told reporters: "There are really not many Chinese people who can be rescued in this situation." Now, that child is 70 years old and living in Russia. The Japanese army bombed the Shanghai train The South Station incident left an indelible shadow on his soul. Here, I would like to appeal to the whole world: "Save the children, push the war to the abyss, and bring peace to walk with us< /p>

2. A 500-word essay on stories in photos

Stories in photos

A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience ;A photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of emotions. Such a small but profound photo, an ordinary and unusual photo, is so worthy of my collection. < /p>

My favorite photo was taken in the living room on the third floor of my new home on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001. In the photo, you can clearly see my cousin, cousin, grandparents and I. A group photo of the five grandparents sitting on the sofa, with a big apple picked from the plate on the table in front of me in my hand. Every time I look up this photo from the album, I am fascinated by the story behind it. It is still fresh in my memory.

It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents brought my cousin, uncle, and aunt to my house for a visit. During the chat, my father asked me. I took a group photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren. After knowing where I was sitting, I quickly found a reason to ask my father to go up to the fourth floor with me. Dad asked me what I wanted to do. I spoke out what was on my mind: “Why don’t I sit in the middle? "Because my cousin is the eldest of the three of you children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents. Of course, you have to be next to your grandparents." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see it, will they laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think this way," my father then taught me earnestly, "How could others laugh at you?" Although grandma is older, she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be as happy as she is today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. Without grandma, there would be no dad; without dad, there would be no you! "I suddenly realized that I realized the mistake I just made. If others saw me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only would they not make fun of me, but they would think that I am a good child who respects my elders and is caring!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to where I was sitting for the photo, took a big apple with respect, and handed it to grandma.

Grandma smiled slightly, handed the apple back to me, and said kindly: "Grandma is old and her teeth are no longer useful. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad shouted: "Look at me, everyone." Come here!" I held the apple left by my grandma in my hand and stared at the camera. There was only a "click" sound, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever. After posting the photos, I took them, had them molded, and kept them in a photo album.

A photo contains such a story; a photo makes my mind fly back to ten years ago; a photo gives me an education of love. It is such an ordinary yet extraordinary photo that taught me how to respect and love our elders. Only in this way will our lives become better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious.

3. Everyone has many photos. There may be a moving story behind each photo. Write your "a precious photo" composition

On the Qingming Festival, I saw again the old and yellowed photo in my study room. This photo was not placed in a photo album like other photos, but was framed. In the photo is my grandma, whom I have never met before. This is my only impression of her.

It can be seen from their daily words and deeds that they cherish this photo very much. Seeing that this photo was so valuable to my parents, I curiously asked my parents about my grandma’s story. From that day on, I realized that my grandma was so great.

I heard from my father that my grandpa passed away when my grandma was fifty years old, and my father was only thirteen years old at that time. As a result, all the burdens of the family fell on grandma's shoulders. In order to support her four children, namely her father, uncle, aunt, and sister-in-law, grandma went to the fields to learn plowing and planting rice... Every morning, grandma would go out to work under the stars, and would not come back until late at night, and she would not eat on time. If there were no stars and moon at night, grandma would use firewood for lighting. How hard it must be! However, in order for her children to eat and go to school, grandma was willing to work day and night. In order to make more money, grandma would raise pigs, cows, chickens, ducks, and vegetables when she returned home. Due to overwork, sometimes I would fall asleep while standing in the field holding a hoe; I would even fall asleep while eating. But grandma had to continue to work hard in order for her four children to continue studying. Grandma knows that only by letting children read well and become successful can their lives be improved, and the children will not have to work as hard as she does. With this idea, grandma worked harder. All the money from selling piglets, eggs, and duck eggs was used for the education of four children. All the delicious food was given to the children, but grandma herself could not dress well, eat well, or sleep well. She was reluctant to eat even the nutritional supplements and her own peaches and oranges given to her by her aunt, so she sold them all for money. Many years later, when her children all had jobs, and it was time for her to enjoy a happy life, her body collapsed and she could no longer see her children who already had jobs.

After listening to my father’s words, I suddenly felt that my grandma’s image became taller and clearer. Without her, my father might still be in his hometown, I might still be suffering, and our family would not be as happy as it is today. At this moment, I truly understand why this photo is so precious. It is not because of the wealth that grandma’s hard work has brought to the family, but because this photo symbolizes that grandma is hardworking, not afraid of difficulties, and working hard to let her children Read the spirit of the book.

Zheng Xinwei, Class 185, Grade 6, Dongfanghong Primary School, Longhui County

On the Qingming Festival, I saw the old and yellowed photo in my study room again. This photo It is not placed in a photo album like other photos, but framed. In the photo is my grandma, whom I have never met before. This is my only impression of her.

It can be seen from their daily words and deeds that they cherish this photo very much. Seeing that this photo was so valuable to my parents, I curiously asked my parents about my grandma’s story. From that day on, I realized that my grandma was so great.

I heard from my father that my grandpa passed away when my grandma was fifty years old, and my father was only thirteen years old at that time. As a result, all the burdens of the family fell on grandma's shoulders. In order to support her four children, namely her father, uncle, aunt, and sister-in-law, grandma went to the fields to learn plowing and planting rice... Every morning, grandma would go out to work under the stars, and would not come back until late at night, and she would not eat on time. If there were no stars or moon at night, grandma would use firewood for lighting. How hard it must be! However, in order for her children to eat and go to school, grandma was willing to work day and night. In order to make more money, grandma would raise pigs, cows, chickens, ducks, and vegetables when she returned home. Due to overwork, sometimes I would fall asleep while standing in the field holding a hoe; I would even fall asleep while eating while eating. But grandma had to continue to work hard in order for her four children to continue studying. Grandma knows that only by letting children read well and become successful can their lives be improved, and the children will not have to work as hard as she does. With this idea, grandma worked harder. All the money from selling piglets, eggs, and duck eggs was used for the education of four children. All the delicious food was given to the children, but grandma herself could not dress well, eat well, or sleep well. She was reluctant to eat even the nutritional supplements and her own peaches and oranges given to her by her aunt, so she sold them all for money.

Many years later, when her children all had jobs, when it was time for her to enjoy a happy life, her body collapsed and she could no longer see her children who already had jobs.

After listening to my father’s words, I suddenly felt that my grandma’s image became taller and clearer. Without her, my father might still be in his hometown, I might still be suffering, and our family would not be as happy as it is today. At this moment, I truly understand why this photo is so precious. It is not because of the wealth that grandma’s hard work has brought to the family, but because this photo symbolizes that grandma is hardworking, not afraid of difficulties, and working hard to let her children Read the spirit of the book.

4. How to write a 500-word essay about stories in photos

When I opened the old photo album at home, I saw yellowed photos one after another.

That was a photo of my mother and uncle when they were young. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old. She is wearing a small square-necked cloth gown and a pair of trousers. She is hugging the tree trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is preparing to climb up the tree. As for my uncle, he was carrying a large bamboo pole more than three meters long, not knowing what he was going to do. After asking my mother, I found out that they were going to eat the cicada shells. In those days, cicada husk was an excellent Chinese medicinal material. Every summer vacation, children from all families would get up early, carrying small baskets and long bamboo poles to look for cicada shells in the groves in the village. The older brothers and sisters climbed up the tree to look for cicadas and cicada shells, while the younger brothers and sisters helped pass bamboo poles and pick up cicadas and cicada shells. They cooperated very well. Children often set out early in the morning with dry food and don't want to go home until dark. At this time, their small baskets were filled with cicada shells, and the small baskets with lids were filled with cicadas that had not yet fallen out of their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried the cicada shells and sent them to the drug store in the town every few days, so that the tuition for the year was covered. During the good harvest, the extra money can also be used to buy some school supplies! The cicadas in the small basket that have not completely shelled out are another rare delicacy for people. Every night, when the cicadas are out of their shells, the children can't wait to clean the tender cicadas, shouting for the adults to put them in the pot, fry them until crispy, then sprinkle some salt on them and eat them deliciously. Get up. There are even children who are as greedy as cats. On the way to the drug store to sell cicada shells, they secretly hide a few cicada shells. When they get home, when the adults are not paying attention while cooking, they put them in the oil pan, fry them, and then put them in their mouths. Li ate it with relish. Do you know what a delicious food this was for the children at that time!

This yellowed black and white photo seems to have brought me into my mother’s childhood, allowing my mother and I to enjoy that beautiful and happy time together!

5. A 400-word essay on the story of a photo

Growing up, I took countless photos, and the most unforgettable one is this one when I traveled to Huangshan The photos were taken.

On New Year’s Day, the first day of this year, our family went to travel to the beautiful and pleasant Huangshan Mountain.

After a day's journey, we were all very tired and soon fell asleep. But the next day, my brother and I still woke up very early. We walked to the window, opened the curtains and took a look. We were stunned by the scene in front of us. The world outside the window was already completely white. We were both very excited. We shouted and dragged everyone to climb the mountain.

We walked slowly in the mountains. It was still bright at first, and the mountains were very quiet in this hazy place. We could only see a vast expanse of white along the way. After a while, the sun came out. When this When the rising sun shed the first ray of sunlight, I suddenly discovered: rime! Under the sunlight, the crystal silver rime sparkles and is extremely beautiful. Everyone was attracted by the beautiful figure of the snow girl who came overnight. Look! She left her graceful figure on the pavilion, on the cedar, on the open ground, and on the lake. Hey! Look! How wonderful are the icicles on this pavilion! Long and short, uneven, different thickness, and different shapes. Everyone walked, watched and talked, lingering and enjoying themselves. Dad held the camera and pressed the shutter button desperately, and grandpa also held up the video camera, not wanting to miss a beautiful scene. I quickly found a beautiful little tree, stood in front of it, and asked my dad to come over and take a picture of me. I just heard a "click" and took this photo. A little girl in a red down jacket is standing in front of the tree and smiling at you!

This trip to Huangshan gave me an unexpected surprise. I will keep this trip firmly in my heart.

6. Write a 300-word essay using a photo to remind me of my memories

Memories of old photos

As time goes by, many stories Forgot, but time will always leave traces of growth. Maybe an old photo will remind you of something from a long time ago...

Today, I found an old photo with something like A child is sitting on the floor eating cake. I thought it was strange, so I asked my mother: "Who is that child sitting on the ground?" My mother said: "Isn't that you?" I said in surprise: "How is it possible? How could I sit on the ground alone and still eat Cake?” “You don’t remember, didn’t you see the date on the photo?” “Oh, it’s Women’s Day on March 8th.

But why still eat cake? "My mother seemed to see what I was thinking, and said, "That was when you were in kindergarten. It was Women's Day, and the teacher organized parents and children to go for an outing together. After arriving, I realized that this day also happened to be Shen Zhuobing's birthday. So the teacher suggested celebrating Women’s Day and birthday together. We also played a lot of games, sang happy birthday, and everyone spread newspapers on the floor and sat on the floor to eat cake. My mother thought it was very interesting, so she took out the camera and clicked, and this photo was born. "After listening to my mother's story, I suddenly felt that such an ordinary photo recorded such a beautiful story.

I will treasure these photos in the future, whether they are sad or sweet. Because Each one carries a lot of precious memories of growing up.

7. A 300-word essay on the story of a photo

There are many photos in my cabinet, but I only like one. Photo.

This photo came out like this. During the summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang together. At 9:00 the next morning, we were in the car. We came to Huangguoshu with great interest. We visited Tianxing Bridge first, and then came to the entrance of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumbling sound from the distance, like thunder. As we got closer, we saw something different. A small amount of water mist hit my face, which was very cool. As I got closer, I saw a huge white curtain, which was the Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless water droplets splashing down under the sunlight. These water drops are as beautiful as strings of dazzling colorful pearls. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a poem written by the great poet Li Bai, "Flying down three thousand feet, it seems to be the Milky Way." "Falling Nine Heavens". Then we walked forward, and after a while, we came to the left side of the waterfall again. I was surprised to find a dark hole here. Oh! It turns out that this is the water curtain cave where Journey to the West was filmed. So. We walked in. After walking for a while, I came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, with three recessed characters engraved on it - Shuiliandong. Later I decided to take a photo here. I saw my uncle's camera click, leaving a lasting memory for me and Shuiliandong.

I like this photo because when I see it, it will be remembered in my mind. The vision of Huangguoshu Waterfall emerges clearly

8. How to write an essay about an impressive thing with a photo!

After selecting the photo, First describe the people in the photo, then describe the background of the photo, and finally describe the story, interspersing it with your own moods and thoughts, focusing on the characters’ movements, language, expressions, and the characteristics of the environment

9. A photo Story composition

The story of a photo

Zhenxing Road Primary School

Zhou Ledi

A photo is an interesting story. A photo is a beautiful memory. There are nearly 200 photos in my home. These photos record my beautiful memories from birth to now.

One day, I was flipping through the album. Suddenly, a picture came into my eyes. Look, a cute little girl was holding her index finger and crying! The scene at that time emerged in my mind: I was only 4 years old at that time, and I was very naughty. There was a power outage that night. It was after 9 o'clock, but I was still playing very enthusiastically. My mother came to urge me: "Didi, brush your teeth and go to bed!" "I rubbed my already dry eyes and said, "No, I'm afraid it will get cold under the quilt!" "My mother hugged me and said, "I have installed a hot water bottle. Didi, be good, go to bed first! ""oh! "I walked into the bedroom extremely reluctantly. I first put my hand into the quilt, preparing to warm my hand with a hot water bottle. Unexpectedly, my hand was burned. I cried "Wow". My mother hurried in and saw the tears. With a smile on my face, I said, dumbfounded, "Silly boy, the hot water bottle has just been installed, so you can't take it directly. "My mother blew it for me and told me seriously that the more I cried, the more painful it would be. My aunt was adjusting the camera, which was facing me. She accidentally pressed the shutter button and took this photo. ...

I always want to laugh when I think of this funny thing. This incident left me with very good memories.

10. A photo tells a story. Composition

The Story of Old Photos

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry, to a person who has ideals and knows how to hide the crystal tears deep in his heart. As a girl growing up, is it just time that passes?

When I opened the dusty photo album and let my thoughts flow through it, I finally understood that what passed most was the childhood memories. The years of singing.

Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo. This is an extremely outstanding and very precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I stretched out our hands. Looking toward the blue sky, we welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks.

I remember that it was the Spring Festival. Due to the needs of my father’s work, we had to leave our hometown and my willful grandparents. When I thought about being separated from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried non-stop. Even the Spring Festival was gloomy.

My grandparents knew that this would be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to liven up the family atmosphere, they encouraged my father to buy fireworks. Grandpa actually sang a Peking opera that he had not sung for many years.

I don’t understand why the parting moment is so lively.

My grandparents urged me and my sister to work hard and bring honor to our family, and they even gave each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and looked at the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I excitedly raised our hands to the sky. At that moment, the camera captured this eternally beautiful moment.

The moment we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us. Just watching, the silent air couldn't help but turn into snowflakes. Flying.

From the eyes of my family, I seemed to see the warm river of love; the long ribbon of love; and the hard rock-like hope.

It is true that the years have passed by like a song, but the true feelings and hopes that have been buried in childhood still exist; even if the sea is gone, the affectionate eyes will always be the driving force for me to move forward.

This photo carrying hope not only records my childhood smiling face, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

Stories from old photos

When I opened the many photo albums at home, scenes of unforgettable past events appeared before my eyes. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy period.

I was about three years old in the photo. He wears a red bellyband on his chubby body, his little hands and face are covered with fragrant and white cream, a pair of horn braids are playfully tied on his head, and his eyes are shining with joy. There was a big cake on the table in front of her, with the words "Happy Birthday to Tiantian" written clearly on it. Ha, it’s my birthday!

As for why my face is covered with cream, let me tell you in detail: That day, my mother originally wanted to buy me a small cake, but I refused. When we were having a quarrel, my uncle brought it to me. I liked it. big cake! I excitedly looked around it, looking left and right, and tried my best to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. Here, my mother immediately took this close-up shot of me.

Although an old photo is not valuable, it retains an unforgettable scene in your life. When you see this photo again in a few years, you may be surprised and say: "Hey, is this me?"

The story of the photo

The "photo album" Things, I think, are not unfamiliar to everyone, right? It records many interesting things from our childhood, as well as some painful things. But whether they are painful, happy or interesting...those photos are worthy of our memories, although they are not very sweet.

In my photo album, I also record little-known things about me. However, among the many photos, the most unforgettable one for me is a photo taken by my father’s colleague when I was only five years old. As soon as I saw this photo, what happened that day appeared clearly before my eyes...

It was a bright spring morning. I got up early. When I got up, my stomach hurt a little. Mom saw I got up and asked me to wash up. After a while, I came out of the bathroom. When I saw the food on the table, I lost my appetite. My mother asked me to have breakfast. I said I had no appetite, but my mother forced me to eat because she was afraid that I would have stomach trouble again! I bit the bullet and sat down to take a few bites, then put down the bowl and chopsticks and walked out.

At this time, my father came out with my breakfast and asked me to eat it. When I refused, he got angry and cursed me. I sighed and took a mouthful of rice.

Just at this moment, General Secretary Cai came, and he happened to be bringing a camera. When he saw me having a little tantrum with my father, he teased me and said, "Miss Zhou is having a tantrum. This is a great sight! Take a photo of it as a souvenir!" Mr. Cai's words made me anxious. The "golden beans" inside fell down unsatisfactorily.

"Click", there was a shutter sound, and I was photographed looking very embarrassed.

The next day, General Secretary Cai developed the photo, and I put this photo into my permanent album.

Now I am an adult, I have grown up!

The story of old photos

In my photo album, there is a precious family photo. Family photos must be very common to my classmates, but to me, they are extremely precious. This is the only one!

My father is a busy man and often travels for business and is away from home. I miss all the full moon drinks and family gatherings. I occasionally have a meal at home, but that meal will definitely be very busy.

Because there is always a phone call