A 400-word essay on the story behind the photo

① Composition: "The Story of Old Photos" 400 words urgently needed! ! ! ! !

Each photo records each story. When you open the photo album, happy events, sad events, happy events... all appear before your eyes. These will remind you of the past and reminisce about the past. Look, these photos seem to bring me back to the past...

During the winter vacation one year, my parents and I were invited by my uncle to celebrate the New Year in Zhoushan. Of course we would go and have a good time. On the second day, I couldn't wait to play in Putuo Mountain. At the East China Sea, looking at the sea water and playing with the sand, I smiled from ear to ear. So that’s how the picture of the little girl giggling on the beach in the collection came about. Look, in that photo, there are two shoes behind my mother's quilt. They were naughty. I secretly hid behind my mother when my father was taking pictures of her. As a result...

After having enough fun at the beach, when I was walking back, I passed by a bridge. There were people coming and going on the bridge, and there were many people taking pictures. I was very excited and said, "Why don't you leave an eternal memory here?" Dad immediately After understanding what I meant, he took out his camera and said to me: "You and your uncle stand by the bridge, and I will take pictures for you." My uncle stood beside me, and I tilted my head, making a naughty look. , is another unforgettable moment.

Now, I found these photos again and tasted them carefully. The past things came to my mind again. I looked at my old self and couldn't help but smile. I couldn't help but say: "I was so naughty before." .

The Story of Old Photos

Today, I would like to show you an old photo placed in front of my dad’s desk. Although it has lost a little of its surface luster, It was full of happy sunshine.

I asked my mother: "Who is the little girl with her mouth open and laughing in this photo?" "My mother told me: "This little girl is you! You were just over seven months old at that time, and your father and I went to the Xianquan Hotel to take photos of you in order to celebrate your first Children's Day. "I saw my father holding me and my mother leaning on my side. Our family of three stood by the river. The river was full of green weeping willows, which were as beautiful as if they had been cut by the spring breeze in February.

My mother smiled with a row of white teeth, and my father showed two small dimples on his face. But I was even happier, opening my mouth and laughing, and my eyes narrowed into a line. .

Whenever I pick up this photo, I feel how happy a warm family is!

② A 400-word essay on a photo of a guitar performer

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The story of a guitar performance photo

Whenever I open my little photo album, I will think of unforgettable stories from my childhood. Among these photos, there is Zhang impressed me the most.

The background of the photo is a green vegetable garden. In the middle of the photo stands a little girl wearing a purple flower suspender skirt, with a chubby face and big round eyes. Holding a round tomato with a gap in her hand, her mouth is tightly pursed, and her cheeks are bulging. She is me when I was four years old.

As for why my cheeks are bulging, Still holding a chipped tomato, he listened to me slowly: During the summer vacation, my mother took me back to my parents’ house. The vegetable garden at my grandma’s house was so big! It was really a good time to pick vegetables. When harvesting, there were green cucumbers, tender purple eggplants, and pointed peppers... Among these vegetables, tomatoes were my favorite. I came to the tomatoes happily and shouted to my mother to pick the biggest one for me. Mom happily picked the red tomatoes and gave them to me. I couldn't help but feel so happy when I took them. At this time, my uncle came over with a camera and said to me, "Here, I'll take a picture of you. I want these tomatoes." You can only eat it after taking pictures! "But how could I bear it? The moment my uncle took the photo of me, I had already taken a bite and kept it in my mouth. The result was a photo like this.

I Keep this photo in the album. It has preserved an unforgettable scene in my life, preserved the memory of my happy childhood, and preserved the love of so many relatives for me. Looking at photos from childhood will always bring out infinite warm emotions

③ Composition "Stories in Photos" 400 words

Writing ideas: Yes. Write where the photo was taken, with whom it was taken, under what circumstances it was taken, what it means, and how you feel when you see the photo now.

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Time flies, from strangers to familiarity, from meeting to parting. Every time I see that photo, his bright smile always comes to mind; every time I think of being with him, Time, my heart can't help but be filled with joy; every time I think of the reluctant scene when I parted with him, my heart is filled with infinite longing for him! My friend! I've been away from you for a long time. How are you now?

< p> I remember that when we first entered elementary school, we were at the same table, but we didn’t know each other when we first met. It was his small gesture that deeply touched me. From then on, we became inseparable friends. .

What a coincidence. My mother and his mother were old classmates many years ago. After graduation, we both went out to work hard and lost contact. But by coincidence, he and I entered the same elementary school, and their two old classmates met again.

As time went by, our relationship became more and more harmonious, and the number of photos of the shooting locations naturally increased, and even a thick photo album could not fit in them. In the summer after I graduated from elementary school, we made an appointment to climb Mount Huangshan together.

At the beginning, we were all energetic and ran upwards as fast as an arrow off the string. But when I ran halfway up the mountain, I was so tired that I sat down on a moss-covered stone. As he ran towards me, he said loudly: "Persistence is the key to victory." After saying that, he continued to run upward. Not to be outdone, I stood up again and quickly caught up with him.

In this way, we encouraged and supported each other all the way, and finally reached the top of the mountain. I opened my arms and let the cool breeze hit my face, my heart filled with joy and excitement. Suddenly, his crisp voice came again: "Perseverance is the best gift I can give you before I leave." My eyes couldn't help but blurred, but at the same time, a bright smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

We all held each other tightly and shed loving tears. This scene was photographed by two mothers hiding aside. After the photo was developed, I used the wooden photo frame he made and placed it on the most conspicuous table so that I would always remember him and the photo he gave to me. The most precious gift.

That was the last time I saw him. But I firmly believe that I will treasure this photo for the rest of my life and protect our friendship.

Time flies, and I have been separated from him for more than half a year, but his image will always be deep in my mind and can never be erased.

Ah! friend! I wonder how you are now?

④ The story about the photo, the composition is about 400 words.r

The story about the photo

In my photo album, there are many In the photos, some of me are full of joy, some are childish, and some are extremely excited...

One of the photos is something I will never forget.

This photo was taken when my parents and an uncle took me on a trip to Guangmingding in Huangshan Mountain when I was in kindergarten. What happened is this: That day, we drove to Huangshan Mountain. There are all kinds of beautiful scenery in Huangshan Mountain, and we can’t finish them all. My parents and I were not familiar with this place, so we asked our uncle who often travels to be our "tour guide". The uncle said: "Since we have come to Huangshan, we must go to the highest point here - "Guangmingding"." The uncle's suggestion tempted us. So, we came to "Guangmingding".

It’s like a “fairy-like” enjoyment here. My parents and I exclaimed: "This is simply the beauty of the world!" There is a stone tablet on the top of the mountain engraved with three powerful characters "Guangmingding" and an altitude of 1,860 meters. We asked our uncle to take photos of our family. With the Guangmingding Stone Monument as the background, he captured this beautiful and moving scene with a "click".

This precious photo is a true portrayal of our family’s trip to Guangmingding in Huangshan Mountain. How unforgettable! Now, when I see this photo, I seem to smell the fresh air on top of the light again!

⑤ A 400-word essay on the story in the photo that no one will read

The story in the photo

Today, I flipped through the photo album inadvertently, and suddenly, a A photo came into my sight: In that photo, there was a little girl in a skirt, planting something, with a happy smile on her face. Suddenly, a clear memory flashed through my mind. oh! It turns out that it was about growing sugar when I was a kid. To this day, I still have fresh memories of that!

I closed my eyes and time seemed to go back ten years ago.

When I was a child in my hometown, my mother would often plant some flowers, and I would follow her every day. When my mother plants flowers, I plant them; when my mother waters them, I water them. As time went by, I learned the flower-planting movements with subtlety. While I was planting flowers, I was thinking about another thing.

On a sunny afternoon, I found a good place with plenty of sunshine and fertile soil, and planted my favorite candy. I look forward to it growing big and lush every day. candy tree coming. However, after a long time, my mother's flowers had produced full fruits, but my candy tree didn't even sprout buds. I asked my mother, and she said with a smile: "Silly boy, only plants can germinate, not candies!"

Although my wish was shattered, I still didn't think so, what should I do? Play as you please, without any sense of loss or worries.

I opened my eyes and time returned to the present.

How stupid I was at that time! But the stories from my childhood gave me a lot of happiness!

I feel a little lost in my heart. What is lost is that I have grown up; what is lost is that I can no longer live that carefree life; what is lost is that my childhood is gone and will never be returned.

Although my childhood has passed, I can still get back the feeling of my childhood from a smile or a look in those photos.

When I closed the photo album, I seemed to have found the shadow of my childhood again. My childhood seemed to come back to my heart!

⑥ A 400-word essay on the story of a photo

Growing up, I have taken countless photos, and the most unforgettable one is this one I took while traveling to Huangshan Mountain Photos below.

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.

⑦ Composition: "The Story of Old Photos" 400 words urgently needed! ! ! ! !

Each photo records each story. When you open the photo album, happy events, sad events, happy events... all appear before your eyes. These will remind you of the past and reminisce about the past. Look, these photos seem to bring me back to the past...

During the winter vacation one year, my parents and I were invited by my uncle to celebrate the New Year in Zhoushan. Of course we would go and have a good time. On the second day, I couldn't wait to play in Putuo Mountain. At the East China Sea, looking at the sea water and playing with the sand, I smiled from ear to ear. So that’s how the picture of the little girl giggling on the beach in the collection came about. Look, in that photo, there are two shoes behind my mother's quilt. They were naughty and I secretly hid behind my mother when my father was taking pictures of her. As a result...

After having enough fun at the beach, when I was walking back, I passed by a bridge. There were people coming and going on the bridge, and there were many people taking pictures. I was very excited and said, "Why don't you leave an eternal memory here?" Dad immediately After understanding what I meant, he took out his camera and said to me: "You and your uncle stand by the bridge, and I will take pictures for you." My uncle stood beside me, and I tilted my head, making a naughty look. , is another unforgettable moment.

Now, I found these photos again and tasted them carefully. The past things came to my mind again. I looked at my old self and couldn't help but smile. I couldn't help but say: "I was so naughty before." .

The Story of Old Photos

Today, I would like to show you an old photo placed in front of my dad’s desk. Although it has lost a little of its surface luster, It was full of happy sunshine.

I asked my mother: "Who is the little girl with her mouth open and laughing in this photo?" "My mother told me: "This little girl is you! You were just over seven months old at that time, and your father and I went to the Xianquan Hotel to take photos of you in order to celebrate your first Children's Day. "I saw my father holding me and my mother leaning on my side. Our family of three stood by the river. The river was full of green weeping willows, which were as beautiful as if they had been cut by the spring breeze in February.

My mother smiled so much that she showed a row of white teeth, and my father showed two small dimples on his face. But I was even happier, opening my mouth and laughing, and my eyes narrowed into a line. .

Whenever I pick up this photo, I feel how happy a warm family is!

⑧ With the title "Stories in Photos", one This essay is 400 words, thank you

Today, I flipped through the photo album inadvertently, and suddenly, a photo came into my sight: In that photo, there was a little girl in a skirt, growing seeds. Something, the little girl's face was filled with a happy smile. Suddenly, a clear memory flashed through my mind. Oh! It turned out to be about growing sugar when I was a child. I still remember that event. Worry!

When I closed my eyes, time seemed to go back to ten years ago. When I was a child, my mother often planted some flowers, and I would follow her every day. Plant flowers; if my mother waters them, I will water them.

As time went by, I learned the flower-planting movements with subtlety. While I was planting flowers, I was thinking about another thing. On a sunny afternoon, I found a good place with plenty of sunshine and fertile soil, planted my favorite candy, and looked forward to it growing into a big and lush candy tree every day. However, after a long time, my mother's flowers had produced full fruits, but my candy tree didn't even sprout buds. I asked my mother, and she said with a smile: "Silly boy, only plants can germinate, not candies!"

Although my wish was shattered, I still didn't think so, what should I do? Play as you please, without any sense of loss or worries.

I opened my eyes and time returned to the present.

How stupid I was at that time! But the stories from my childhood gave me a lot of happiness!

I feel a little lost in my heart. What is lost is that I have grown up; what is lost is that I can no longer live that carefree life; what is lost is that my childhood is gone and will never be returned.

Although my childhood has passed, I can still get back the feeling of my childhood from a smile or a look in those photos.

When I closed the photo album, I seemed to have found the shadow of my childhood again. My childhood seemed to come back to my heart!

⑨ A 400-word composition on the story of a photo

A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a story A memory; a photo contains an emotion.

Mom was organizing photos on the computer, and I leaned over to take a look. In one of the photos, I smiled particularly brightly on the beautiful prairie...

I remember that when I was six years old, my mother took me to play on the prairie of Inner Mongolia.

As soon as you get off the car, you can smell the fragrance of the earth. The grass is tender and green from bottom to top. There is no variegated color. The scattered sheep are like a flock of sheep. Blossoming white flowers are embedded in the green sea. The sky here is exceptionally blue, crisp and calm. The drifting clouds are calm and leisurely, changing various postures, admiring the beautiful scenery of the grassland. And everything in it is filled with the vitality of dawn and the moisture of morning rain, making it look so fresh and quiet. Looking further, there are many white mushroom-like yurts, and there are a few horses grazing leisurely next to them. From time to time, they are attracted by the fragrance of wild flowers, as if they have a special nostalgia for them. I was almost drunk, and wanted to run away, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the painting; I wanted to shout, but was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the painting. I could only lie quietly on the grass, smiling at the blue sky... At this time, my mother took out her camera and took a photo of this unforgettable moment.

This photo captured my childhood and the beautiful mountains and rivers of my motherland.