A touching story composition about a photo

A. Composition about the story of a photo

The story of a photo

On the desk in my room, there is a photo. There are three girls inside who are laughing happily, look! The tallest girl was me, smiling so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits. Behind us were a group of red sculptures of little boys. Whenever I see this photo, it reminds me of the day I visited the Guangzhou Museum.

It was a sunny weekend, and my aunt took me and my cousin to visit the Guangzhou Museum.

When I came to the gate of the museum, I saw a group of red sculptures of little boys on the water. They were tall and short, some were standing, some were doing handstands, some were squatting, and some were squatting. Bending over, some holding out their bellies... Each of them was naked, some were shivering, and some were covering their bodies in embarrassment. They were lifelike, with different shapes, and extremely interesting. Just when we were very happy to see it, our aunt suggested taking pictures for us, and a "click" left us with wonderful memories.

Then we went to the first floor to read. There were so many books that I was dazzled. I picked a book called "The Story of 365 Nights", which contained a ferocious hippopotamus and a hateful queen. It was very interesting and I was fascinated by it. However, due to time constraints, I read a few stories and my aunt asked us to leave. . If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely read this book. The stories in it are really fascinating.

Then we went to the second floor. As soon as we stepped on the stairs, I was attracted by the beautiful music coming from upstairs. There are more than a dozen musical instruments there, and there is a screen next to the instruments. We can click on which piece of music we want to listen to. While listening to the music, we look at the screen. The music inside is all very nice. As I listened, I thought: Human beings are so great and smart, that they can create such magical things! I want to study hard now, and when I grow up, I want to invent more and better things for the world!

Finally, we visited the exhibition halls on the fourth and fifth floors. After lunch, we went home happily.

B. Write an essay about a photo that moved me (about someone else)

Time makes people grow old, but family affection is what never gets old. No matter what situation or place we are in, our relatives will always be our most solid spiritual support and the most ideal emotional sustenance!

I can trace back to my childhood to recall that touching family relationship. At that time, I often went shopping with my grandma. To get to the market, we had to walk a section of sidewalk and cross a road. During off-duty hours, cars come and go on the street, and a steady stream of people rush by. As she gets older, my grandma’s legs become very inflexible and she can’t walk quickly. He carried the vegetable basket and walked next to me while talking about trivial matters in life.

Across the road is the vegetable market. Grandma suddenly stopped. He put the vegetable basket on his arm, freed his right hand and stretched it out to me...

For a moment, my heart trembled. This was such a familiar action. Yeah...

When I was in elementary school, I also had to cross a road to get to school. Grandma was worried that something would happen to me, so she sent me across the street every day before turning back. When crossing the road, he would always hold my little hand in her palm, lead her to the other side of the road, and tell her over and over again: "Don't cross the road when there is a car coming", "Cross with others when crossing the road"...

I vaguely remember that cold night - in the middle of the night, my mind suddenly felt a wave of heat. My eyes were blurry, and pain was haunting me. At this time, an anxious and kind voice came: " "Does it hurt?" hovering beside me, I slowly opened my eyes and found that my mother was carrying me on her way to the hospital. The wind and rain are making things difficult for this hot mother. In this dark night, the mother's pale face, which was hit by the rain, looks so awake. Looking at this face, I feel so strange, different from the previous one. The young face is completely different. Does time really fly by as people say? Suddenly there was a pain in my heart. I was angry. I regretted how I could talk to my parents in such a hateful tone before. In this emotion that seemed painful but not painful, I deeply felt the affection of my parents - a red heart.

Learned to ride a bicycle from his father when he was six years old. At first, my father held my car and I rode. Half an hour later, without my knowledge, my father let go of the car. I turned around to talk to my father, but there was no one else in sight. I panicked all of a sudden. I only heard a "squeak" sound and I fell. My mother, who loves me the most, quickly came over to help me, but my father blocked me and said, "She's really worthless. She cried when she fell. Let her get up by herself." I looked unhappy and stood up quickly. I picked up the car and started riding it. I wanted to prove that I was capable. The moment I rode up, I remembered that there was a smile on my father's lips...

Without sunshine, there would be no warmth of the day; without rain and dew, there would be no harvest of grain; without water, there would be no life. Without parents, we would not have ourselves; without family ties, the world would be lonely and dark. I am grateful to them from the bottom of my heart. From the moment I entered middle school, I vowed that I would do my best to treat my loved ones well during their lifetime.

No matter where I am, no matter what time I am, I will treat them as they treat me and make their lives better in the future - this is my biggest obligation. I know that no matter what I say or do, it cannot match their love and kindness for me. Because that is the most precious thing in human time.

C. Story composition of a photo

In my hazy memory, grandma will always have silver hair and two curved smiling eyebrows. , very charming. My father said that grandma was very beautiful when she was young. I believe that my aunt is very good-looking. It is said that she is the replica of my grandma. I don’t have much perceptual understanding of my grandma. In my memory, I only have an old photo that allows me to capture my grandma’s loving figure.

According to my parents, my grandma is a true Beijinger. After marrying my grandpa, she has always stayed by his side and has never left the capital. Unexpectedly, grandpa passed away prematurely, leaving grandma alone with him.

In order to take care of grandma, my father went to Beijing several times and asked grandma to move in with him. But grandma refused to say anything. She couldn't let go of her home, a place full of emotions and tears.

It wasn’t until I was born that my grandma reluctantly said goodbye to her home and came to my parents to help my mother take care of me, a baby who was waiting to be fed. My father told me that whenever she had free time at that time, grandma would stare at the north in a daze. My father knew that grandma was homesick for home, the old house that haunted her.

My father had been trying to find an opportunity to take her back to the old house to visit, but God did not follow his wishes. While I was still learning the language, my grandma passed away with unresolved regrets. , whenever this matter is mentioned, my father’s heart aches.

I remember when I was in second grade, I once talked about my grandma. My father took out a group photo, which was the only souvenir left by my grandma.

In this four-inch black and white photo, grandma has silver hair and is wearing a beige top. Perhaps it is the visual effect of the photo. There is not a single wrinkle on her fair face, and her eyes are The crooked one seemed to be smiling. My father said that my grandma always seemed to be smiling.

In the photo, grandma is sitting in the front, holding a baby who is just over 100 days old in her arms. My parents said that was me.

"Ah! How could it be so ugly?" I exclaimed.

After hearing this, I looked carefully at the doll in the photo. Although it was as fair and fair as my grandma, there were almost no other advantages. There was a slit in the little eyes. I didn’t know but I thought they were closed, but my parents said they were open. At that time, I quickly looked in the mirror and took stock of myself: Although my nose was not straight and my eyes were not big, basically my nose was a nose and my eyes were eyes. Open is definitely not closed.

He turned his face, looked at his mother, and pointed at the photo: "Is that me in the photo? Is that correct?"

The mother was very angry: "You kid, then You are so fat! Look, those arms are segmented like lotus root segments. There is nothing but flesh on the face. It is so crowded that there is no space for the facial features. It would be nice to have a crack. Grandma raised you well!”

“Well?” I curled my lips, “You’re so ugly!”

But grandma is holding that ugly child. , with a look of kindness on his face. At this time, I discovered a new problem: the people in the photo were sitting or not, and whether they were standing or not. Grandma leaned back, father leaned forward, and mother stood upright beside her father, but her hands were holding on to grandma's chair, making her unable to move. If you look closely, I am the only one who has the best sense of photography. You see, although she seems to be sleeping, she is leaning leisurely in grandma's arms. She is exquisite and translucent, and she feels very angelic.

I looked at this photo carefully, trying to find the answer from the details: How strange! With my father's temperament, he shouldn't be standing like this. My father is a person who pays great attention to details. He usually does things in a strict and meticulous manner, and is never vague. This is especially true for my appearance and dress. No matter what the material is, as long as it is worn on my father, it must be clean and neat. I have seen many personal photos of my father when he was young. They were all dressed in neat clothes and handsome. < /p>

After hearing this, my mother laughed and said, "I don't blame the people in the photo studio. They did it just to make you comfortable. You were very fat at that time, and it was winter, so you were wrapped in a thick mattress. , very bloated. Your grandma is small and has short arms, so she doesn’t dare to hug you hard, because she can’t hug you tightly and is afraid of falling.”

Mom said this! I was moved in my heart: I have received such high treatment, but I don’t know anything about it! I really found the happiness of "holding it in my mouth for fear of melting, holding it in my hand for fear of falling". It's a pity that I was young at that time and didn't know what caring was. Suddenly, I was envious of this ugly child for no reason.

The mother continued to talk about the scene at that time, as if it happened before her eyes: "When taking pictures, in order to avoid 'hugging' you, grandma did not dare to hug you hard, but tried to make her arms wrap around each other as much as possible." circle. So that the whole body becomes a reclined position, the back and the back of the chair form a triangle, and the focus is on the back of the chair.

In order to maintain the stability of the chair, your father could only use two hands to press the chair hard to prevent the stool from overturning. As a result, various postures appeared in the photo..."

After telling the story of the photo, I This is where the writing ends. Since I saw grandma’s photo, grandma is no longer a title or a symbol in my mind. She has become beautiful and familiar.

Hope you will adopt it!

D. A 450-word composition about a photo’s story

[A 450-word composition about a photo’s story] On Saturday, I had nothing to do, so I just flipped through it. I was flipping through the photo album, and suddenly, a photo on the beach caught my eye. It was when I was eight years old. Yes, looking at it, it seems like the scene 2 years ago came to mind again.

In the summer vacation of 2005, my father took my mother and I.

Let’s go to the beach to play together. The sun is shining warmly on the beach, and the sea water keeps coming to the shore. My father and I are catching shrimps on the beach.

And my mother was holding an umbrella to set up the oven. At first, I didn't catch a single shrimp. Later, I imitated my father and slowly squatted down.

I quickly stretched out my hand and grabbed it, haha, a small shrimp. Although

it was only less than three centimeters, this was also my harvest. In the next time

I caught it. I caught a lot of small shrimps, and my dad also caught a few small fishes, and I’m going to grill them next!

Grilling shrimps is not an easy task, so

It will take a long time to bake, so I waited patiently and

fanned the fire there, hoping to bake it faster, and finally one

shrimp was fresh It’s out of the oven! My eyes were quick and I snatched it away, but my mother snatched it away again, and put away the seasoning.

Taste the seasoning, ah! It’s so fragrant, so fresh, so delicious! So, I ate a lot of it one after another, I guess half of it was me.

Food. Then, we went to the beach to pick up shells. At this time, my mother took out the camera and clicked the shutter to take this happy memory. /p>

This photo has always been an article in my happy diary. I will never forget it, that happy moment.

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E. 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 emotion. It is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001 in the living room on the third floor of my new home. It is clearly visible in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, my cousin, my grandparents and my five grandsons. In my hand, I was holding a big apple picked from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind.

It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts came to my house as guests. During the chat, my father asked me to take a 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 to the fourth floor with me first.

When I got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do. I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest of the three children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit next to your grandparents." Dad replied road. "But grandma is so old. If others see it, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, But she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. Without grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you! "I suddenly realized and realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his 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.

F. Composition of 300 words on the story of a photo

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

This photo comes from this. During the summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang together. At 9:00 the next morning, we arrived at Huangguoshu in high spirits by car. We first visited Tianxing Bridge, and then came to the entrance of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumbling sound from the distance, like rolling thunder. As I got closer, I saw a lot of water mist hitting my face, which was very cool. As we get closer, a huge white curtain comes into view, which is Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless water droplets splashing down. Under the sunlight, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls shining with dazzling light. As I looked at it, I suddenly remembered a poem written by the great poet Li Bai, "The water is flying down three thousand feet, and it seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky." Then we walked forward again, and after a while, we came to the left side of the waterfall. 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 permanent souvenir for Shuiliandong and me.

I like this photo because when I see it, the vision of Huangguoshu Waterfall will appear clearly in my mind.

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

Growing up, I took countless photos, and the most unforgettable one was 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 a 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.

H. A photo composition that moved me

When I saw this photo for the first time, my heart was shocked. "Big eyes", I was so moved that I shed tears.

This was more than ten years ago, when a young photography enthusiast went deep into the Dabie Mountains to interview the "Hope Project." In Jinzhai County, Anhui Province, he met a group of children who traveled 30 miles every day to study, and found a pair of big shining eyes among the many children. The youngest girl walks to school every day on a winding mountain road, part of which is over a large reservoir. But this strong little girl always arrives at school on time every day, no matter it is windy, rainy or scorching hot. The reporter was so moved that he took the powerful photo "I Want to Study" in the child's classroom. Since then, these "big eyes" eager to read have impressed countless people who are enthusiastic about the "Hope Project".

I. The Story of a Photo Composition

The Story of a Photo

Zhenxing Road Primary School

Zhou Ledi

< p> A photo is an interesting story, and a photo is a beautiful memory. I have nearly 200 photos saved at home. These photos record my wonderful memories from birth to now.

One day, I was looking through the photo album. Flipping, flipping, suddenly, a photo caught my eye.

Look, a cute little girl is holding her index finger and crying! The scene at that time emerged in my mind: At that time, I was only 4 years old and 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 dry eyes and said, "No, I I'm afraid it'll be cold under the covers!" My mother hugged me and said, "I've already put on the hot water bottle. Dear Didi, go to bed first!" "Oh!" I walked into the bedroom very reluctantly. I first put my hand into the quilt and prepared to warm my hand with a hot water bottle. Unexpectedly, my hand was burned. I cried "Wow". My mother hurriedly ran in. When she saw me with tears on my face, she said dumbfounded: "Silly boy, the hot water bottle has just been installed. You can't just take it directly." My mother helped me blow it and told me seriously that the more I cry, the more painful it will be. of. My aunt was adjusting the camera, which was facing me. She accidentally pressed the shutter button and took this photo...

Whenever I think of this funny thing, I always want to laugh. . This incident left me with very fond memories.

J. One Photo, One Story Composition

The Story of Old Photos

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

Opening the long-dusted photo album and letting my thoughts flow through it, I finally realized that what has passed most is the cantabile years of my childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo. This is an extremely outstanding old photo that is very precious to me. In the photo, my sister and I stretched our hands into the blue sky to welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Remember, it was the Spring Festival. Due to the needs of my father's work, we have to leave our hometown and our grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. Whenever I thought about being separated from my friends, I would hide in the hut and cry non-stop. Even during the Spring Festival, I was depressed. 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 time.

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 six characters "Happy Birthday, Sweet" 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 looked around it excitedly, 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 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. But I didn’t eat it. He got angry and scolded 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 my very embarrassed appearance was photographed.

The next day, General Secretary Cai developed the photo, and I put this photo into my forever treasured photo 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