Composition "Stories in Photos"

Composition 1: Stories in Photos

Opening the photo album, a photo came into my eyes. That is a Hangzhou travel photo.

It was a spring, and my grandma and I came to the picturesque West Lake. I leaned on the railing on the shore of Xiaoyingzhou. The back is facing Three Pools Reflecting the Moon. Santan Yinyue is actually part of the front of Xiaoyingzhou Island. This was set up in imitation of the three pagodas stacked up by Su Dongpo in the Northern Song Dynasty when he dredged the West Lake in the first year of Qi Ming Dynasty (1621). The tower is 2 meters high. The base of the tower is an oblate stone base. The top of the tower is in the shape of a gourd. The body of the tower is spherical with five small round holes. There is a beautiful legend about Three Pools Reflecting the Moon. One year, Lu Ban, a craftsman from Shandong, came all the way to Hangzhou. Recruiting apprentices in Hangzhou to pass on skills. Lu Ban was teaching skills to his apprentices carefully. Suddenly a gust of black wind blew by, and dark clouds suddenly rolled in the sky. It turns out that a black fish spirit has come to the human world to worship! . It settled down in West Lake and never left. The black fish essence is blowing in the West Lake, and the city of Hangzhou is full of fish stench; the black fish essence is spraying water in the West Lake, and it is raining heavily in the north and south mountains. The willow trees beside the West Lake were broken and the flowers withered; the water in the West Lake continued to rise, submerging the entire city of Hangzhou in the smelly water. Seeing this, Lu Ban led his disciples to carve the Gemstone Mountain into a large incense burner, covered the black fish essence under the stone incense burner, and pressed it to the bottom of the West Lake to suffocate to death. The stone incense burner only has three gourd-shaped incense burner legs exposed on the lake. In the evening, Lu Ban took the lead in rowing to the center of the lake, lit candles in the three-sided circular hole at the foot of the stone incense burner, and let everyone sing and dance on the lake all night long to celebrate the suppression of the black fish spirit. From then on, every Mid-Autumn Festival night, candles were lit inside the three legs of the stone incense burner in the center of the lake. The candlelight was reflected in the lake, showing shadows for several months. The lantern shadows and tower shadows, and the beautiful scenery make people feel like "the ice wheel is just coming out of the sea in the middle of the night, and the golden water of the lake is about to melt into autumn". This place is called "Three Pools Reflecting the Moon". What a beautiful scenery, what a beautiful legend!

Looking at the photos and thinking back to the picturesque West Lake, how unforgettable it is, I will definitely go there again.

Composition 2: The story in the photo

On my desk, there is a photo of our family of three. In the photo, we are wearing diving suits, standing proudly in the clear blue water, smiling brightly! As soon as I saw this photo, my heart was filled with joy and memories of good times.

When I was nine years old, my father’s work organization organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane to Hainan Island. Staying in the hotel, I stayed up all night excitedly, thinking about my travel plans for tomorrow.

The next day, I got up early. When the tour guide announced that today we were going to go diving on the seabed, I was even more excited and ran around like a bunny.

When we arrived at the diving site, the instructor told us the essentials of diving and then took us into the sea. My heart was as anxious as fifteen buckets. When the coach asked me: "Kid, are you scared?" I said stubbornly: "Who said I'm scared?" As I said that, I deliberately puffed up my chest, put on my diving suit quickly, and pounced on the shooting star with striding steps. to the sea. Standing in the sea, the cool water gently caressed my legs, and a breeze with the smell of sea water blew. I opened my arms and enjoyed the embrace of the sea. At this moment, the coach said to me: "Are you ready?" "OK!" I made a gesture coolly and plunged into the sea. After a while, many colorful small fish appeared in front of my eyes. They swam around me, as if they were looking at me, a strange visitor. I couldn't help but stretched out my hands to say hello to them, but they didn't give me any face at all, and just shook their heads and left one by one. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, what beautiful soft corals, these corals of different colors dazzled me, and I was secretly amazed...

When we surfaced, the photographer left us with This precious photo.

When the photo was developed, I put it in a photo frame, where I still have it today.

Composition 3: The story in the photo

In today’s composition class, the teacher asked us to write the story in the photo.

That was a photo I took during a singing competition in kindergarten.

At that time, I saw someone else singing very well, and I guessed that he must have won and I must have lost. Thinking of this, I cheered for me again, but this time no matter how I cheered for me, No matter how hard I try, I can't find my confidence.

"Jingwen, come to the hall" her mother called from the hall outside.

"Okay, come right away" I answered my mother.

My mother wanted to take pictures of me. When I heard this, I completely forgot what I had just thought about.

I ran into the hall, made a sweet smile in the middle, clicked, and the photo was taken. ah! It's my turn.

As soon as I go on stage to sing, I sing with my best voice.

"The final winner is" My heart beats as fast as a rabbit, "She Jingwen".

"Oh, I won!" I think it must be the sweet smile that makes me win!

Composition 4: The story in the photo

When I pick up that photo, when I see the person in that photo, I will be extremely sad. Pain and sadness.

The person in the photo is my aunt. She is very beautiful. She has a pair of big bright eyes, a small mouth that can’t be closed all day long, and golden hair. Her hair is always tied high on the back of her head, making her look very elegant. My aunt took great care of me, just like my mother, who was afraid that I would be a little wronged. However, my aunt passed away two years ago after giving birth to her little brother. She had a very rare disease and was lying in the intensive care unit. He left us after fourteen days. I spent those days in great pain.

I remember that year, when I was just six years old, my mother and I came to my aunt’s house. My aunt loved me very much and took me to play in their community. At that time, I was too trotting. When I was walking, I accidentally tripped over a stone and fell to the ground. When my aunt saw me crying, she quickly ran to my side and picked me up from the ground. I was very disobedient at that time. No matter how my aunt tried to coax me, I refused to listen and kept crying. This made my aunt very embarrassed. In desperation, she made various expressions to make me happy. It really took a lot of effort. It took a lot of effort to make me stop crying.

I still remember that time, I suddenly developed a high fever at night. My mother and aunt took me to the hospital. When I got the injection, I was very afraid of the injection, so I struggled to get away from the doctor to prevent me from injecting it. The doctor didn't know what to do to me. When my aunt saw it, she held my hand with one hand and covered me with the other. eyes, and kept encouraging me to cheer for me. This kind of power made me strong, and I finally stopped crying. The next morning, when I woke up, I saw my aunt lying on the bed and asleep, but her hand kept holding mine. I thought my aunt must be exhausted by me.

Tears flowed from my eyes when I thought of this. Although I can only see my aunt in photos, she will always live in my heart.

Composition 5: Stories in Photos

Today, I flipped through the photo album inadvertently, and suddenly, a photo came into my sight: In that photo, there was a person wearing a The little girl in the skirt is 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!