Story narrative in photos

Everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions, especially narratives, which are commonly used literary styles. Narratives use narrative and description as the main expressions to describe the experiences of characters and the development of things. A stylistic form that changes into the main content. So the question is, how should a narrative be written? The following is a narrative of the story in the photos I compiled. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. Story narrative in photos 1

Each fragile photo records every bit of life, including happiness and sadness, but happiness is eternal. ——Inscription

Time passes quietly through the fingers, leaves fall, leaves sprout, time goes by forever, and the only thing that can record the story of life is photos.

The leaves sprouted and I grew up.

I accidentally found a dusty photo when I was cleaning up my desk. Through the traces wiped with my fingers, I saw an old man with a smile on his face. On that wrinkled face, I See the shadow of her youth. I continued to wipe away the dust with paper and found that she was raising her crooked thumb as a thumbs up. My memory was suddenly pulled back to a few years ago.

The sky was gloomy, and the fog under the street lights was mixed with the smell of dust on the highway. I was walking quietly on the way home, and suddenly I saw a "little girl" not far away. Dance. When I looked closer, I realized it was a short old man. She bent down with difficulty and picked up the garbage on the ground with her thin arms. I didn't think too much and continued walking towards home, but I was very suspicious about one thing. Why didn't the cleaner wear a cleaner's uniform? A slightly younger aunt flashed past me. I grabbed the "cleaner" by the arm, said something else, I can't remember clearly, and pulled the "cleaner" back. It was not until later that I found out that the aunt was the daughter of the "cleaner" and that the real cleaner was that aunt. After I got home, I sorted things out. I told my mother, and my mother smiled and said, "That aunt must be too tired, and the old man wanted to help her and lighten her burden." I suddenly thought, why is the old man still doing this when he can't even walk steadily? Such a difficult move?

After that, she came in and out and saw the old man many times, but she also changed. She stopped working as a cleaner and started collecting waste. Once she came to my house, I enthusiastically gave her all the bottles and cans in the house and said, "Here, grandma, I didn't throw them away!" She looked at me with a smile and said to me in awkward Mandarin: "You're awesome!" As he said this, he gave me a thumbs up with his free hand. Unexpectedly, the scene was captured by my father who was sitting on the sofa.

My mother stroked my head amidst laughter. It was the first growth story of a 6-year-old child. The leaves have fallen, but new buds are still sprouting.

There is also a photo of a withered flower, with some petals still on the ground. I felt sorry for it and recorded it. I've been feeling gloomy all day, and I feel really sad for Xiaohua. My mother smiled and said to me: "If the little petals fall off, they will grow back, and you should be like it!" I was too young and didn't pay much attention to it. I only knew that the little flowers would not disappear. As I grew up, I began to care about that sentence, and I am still thinking about it now. It doesn't matter if the leaves fall, the true meaning is to continue to sprout!

Everything in the photo has its own value and meaning. It records the most true and precious moments in life, including happiness and sadness, but happiness is eternal! Narrative of the story in the photo 2

"The deceased is like a man, not giving up day and night."

——Inscription

The child in the photo is an infant. When I was a child, I was white and fat, wearing a flower hat, but I could still see a bunch of soft fetal hair on the top of my head. As soon as I saw someone taking pictures, I grinned at the camera, showing a few newly grown baby teeth...

But my mother said that I was not so healthy when I was born. When I was just born, I looked thin, red all over, with big eyes on my small head, but I looked very lifeless and not cute at all. The most terrible thing is that even though it was a hot July day, I was cold all over, lying quietly in the arms of my parents, neither crying nor making trouble. My son became gloomy and felt that it was unlikely that I would survive, so I advised my parents not to be sad.

But my father did not give up. Even though the weather was very hot, he still held me tightly in his arms. He never closed his eyes all night and kept walking back and forth in front of the bed, hoping to give me something. Warmth, you can get better, you can grow up healthily, you can have a good future.

Finally, the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the earth, and the first rooster crowed at dawn. I lived up to my father’s love, and my body temperature finally returned to normal, and I fell asleep peacefully in my father’s arms. He looked at me tiredly and smiled happily.

When talking about this past event, my father always had a proud and happy smile on his face. He is proud that he did not give up on me easily. He is proud that I can grow up so smoothly, healthily and happily. He is proud that he can have such a warm and happy home.

In the past, I always thought maternal love was the greatest, but today I want to say how amazing a father’s love for his children is! A father's love is like a mountain. It may not be as delicate and easy to capture as the water of a mother's love, but a father's deep love for his children is always hidden in their dedication, in actual actions, or in an inadvertent detail.

Let us cherish the good times in the future, and in the days to come, let’s feel the mountain-like father’s love together! Story Narration in Photos 3

Whenever I open the thick photo album, it seems to open the door to memory, and the past events appear in front of my eyes like stars in the sky. (At this time,) it was like time was flowing backwards, returning to the unforgettable past. One of the photos left the deepest impression in my memory, and that was the day of the sports meeting.

Look, there are two little girls in the photo. One hand is making the sign "V", the other is holding a (prize) gift, and there are many young viewers behind them!

That day was the joyful Children's Day, and it was also the day of the exciting and exciting sports meeting. When I was in the first grade, I was the fastest runner in the class (student), so the teacher (naturally) gave this meaningful project to me and Wang Yuhan.

(On the sports field,) We first stood together as a class (facing the rostrum,) and each student held a small bright red flag in his hand, (on his head) Wear a white hat to avoid heat stroke. After the class in front has finished their performance, our class can take a few steps forward. Only when all the classes have finished their performance can we (walk out of the venue) sit on top of the auditorium, take out snacks and eat happily.

Wang Yuhan and I were very busy. We just sat in the auditorium and stood up before we could eat because we were going to run a race. It is said that (students participating in the competition) will have (prizes) gifts. If someone in the class wins, (he will get a prize.) Even the person who loses the game can also get some souvenirs!

"Get ready..." "Bang!" Contest It started, I kept running forward, looking to my left and right, there was no one, (I was almost reaching the end, I was) the last sprint (thrust). "Yeah, Wei Xinnan won! Wei Xinnan won!" The classmates shouted my name loudly. I am very proud because I won and brought glory to the class. Wang Yuhan and I went to the rostrum to receive gifts (prizes). I got a dictionary and she got a pencil case. Then my mother (asked us to stand together, she took out her phone) took a photo of both of us.

Now that I am in fifth grade, it is still very interesting to look at the photos and recall what happened when I was a child. Narrative of the story in the photo 4

The photo was taken on a snowy day. In the photo, the ground is covered with white and light snowflakes are floating in the air. Against this pure background, three faces flushed red by the cold air were giggling.

There is a story hidden in this photo, and the story is also interesting. On that snowy day, my two good friends and I were building snowmen and having snowball fights in the snow. That day was the day when our three good friends reunited. The three of us met at a school association meeting. We are from different schools. Thanks to that event, the three of us became good friends.

After the short-term school association meeting, the three of us agreed to get together during the holidays. So, here is this photo from the winter vacation. Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, we started to have a quarrel when we met. The friendship between the three of us came very quickly and is still very deep. It can only be said that the reason why we have been able to establish a deep friendship is mostly because we have so many similar interests and hobbies, which bring us together. Just like this, we always have endless topics to talk about, and our views are very similar to each other.

On this snowy day, despite the cold weather, we, who like snowflakes, still plunged into the snow. Our faces were flushed by the cold wind, but our hands kept moving. We bent down, formed loose snowflakes into balls with our hands, and threw the snowballs at each other.

In the winter when the snowflakes were flying and the cold wind was blowing in the snow, the three of us were not afraid of the severe cold and had fun in the ice and snow. Maybe it’s because we love playing in the snow, or maybe it’s because we haven’t seen each other for a while. We laughed so happily while playing in the snow.

After the snowball fight, we piled a snow-white snowman on the snow. We put a red hat and a red scarf on the snowman. Then the three of us took this photo together. Narrative of the story in the photo 5

The lingering frost has fallen, and the cherry blossoms have turned into snow. When the years pass, I suddenly realize that your love is the tenderness that I hope for most. ——Inscription

This is one of the thick piles. The photo is of me and my grandma, and it was taken seven years ago. I was wearing a pink skirt and carrying a bag; my grandma was wearing a windbreaker and holding me with one arm.

Take a small boat in the middle of the West Lake and cross it slowly. The lake surface shrouded in plum rain is rippling with blue waves. The pavilion stands in the cool wind, looking at the green mountains in the distance.

The plastic film outside the photo is no longer so tight. When the air got in, a few small bubbles formed. When touched, it would move slightly. There was a short crease in one corner, maybe it was this one. It has been stored in too many places, and it may have happened accidentally. Under the fluorescent lamp, turn it over and look at it carefully, it exudes a brownish-yellow shimmer, which is the color washed by the years.

When I was young, I always went to my grandma’s house every weekend to try her fish head soup and watch her favorite health programs with her. My grandma was a surgeon when she was young, and she also knew a lot about Chinese medicine. She would watch the program on time every weekend. I watched it with her for three or four years, and I also memorized a lot of medicinal materials and acupuncture points.

For my grandpa, my grandma was a young lady who never touched the spring water. Later, she gradually became able to cook a table of dishes. After watching the show, my grandma would buy the same medicinal materials and take them home to cook the Chinese medicine. Grandpa would drink it every time she cooked it. In recent years, my grandpa's heart has not been very good, so my grandma has been frying the Chinese medicine more often. Grandpa always joked that after staying with grandma for so many years, the Chinese medicine was almost like water.

As I grow up, I don’t like taking pictures much anymore. When I get busy with studies, going home becomes a luxury. The time to go to grandma's house is getting less and less, and I can't even go there once a month. Grandma said that she was getting too old and couldn’t bear the hardships of traveling, so now she only had a hobby of frying Chinese medicine. If I were to go there, she would have to let me drink some. The brown Chinese medicine smells very bad, and there is a strong bitter smell when I get close to it. But I will still drink some, just as if it is for myself. .

With the recent epidemic raging, my father is a civil servant and has to go out on duty every day, while my mother takes care of her sister at home, so no one goes out to buy groceries. Narrative of the story in the photo 6

Late at night, I held a photo album in my hand, and in the hazy night, in the mist, I looked through the rag dolls that my grandma specially sewed for me, and let my thoughts wander. Drifting in the wind. The stitch, the thread, the thread, every movement was so warm, blending into my grandma's care and love for me.

It was late at night, the lights of thousands of houses were extinguished one after another, and the moon hung in the sky. Everything seemed so quiet. Only the light of the small house was on. The dim light swayed, outlining the back of the old man. That's my grandma.

Under the dim light, I held the thread and walked through the tiny eye of the needle over and over again, but I don’t know why the movements that were once so easy are now so difficult. As time passed, imperceptible sweat broke out on her forehead. I suddenly found that grandma’s once calm and strong hands had become trembling. After a while, the thread finally passed through the eye of the needle. She smiled knowingly at me and began to mend.

The moonlight is walking outside the house, passing through the gaps in the curtains, and leisurely falling into the home. There are dots of fluorescent lights on the table, piecing together beautiful patterns. The moonlight continues to move, falling on grandma’s kind face. In her attentive eyes. Wearing, pressing, lifting, the needle and thread in grandma's hand shuttled between the clothes. Suddenly I saw a few black hairs shaking lightly in her silver hair, falling into my fragmentary years. I knew that these white hairs The ribbon is not just about the years, but also the time that my grandma walked with me. At that moment, there were tears in the corners of my eyes, and I hurriedly wiped them away.

Recalling the scene when grandma and I were playing together by the river, the soft floating clouds seemed to understand my mood, surrounding the bright moon, giving me a little joy and a little sadness.

Grandma still sews dolls for me. Her movements are so skillful, yet so cautious, and every stitch is filled with care and love for future generations.

A person, a needle, a thread, a handkerchief, and a feeling. The five are blended together, and family affection overflows.

The breeze blows, and I feel warm in my heart when I look at this photo.

Every stitch and thread is about love. The shuttle between stitches built a spiritual bridge between grandma and me. This photo is a silent witness. Narrative of the story in the photo 7

When I was nine years old, my father’s work unit 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 a message This precious photo.

When the photo was developed, I put it in a photo frame and still have it today. Narrative of the story in the photo 8

Today, I accidentally found a photo on my dad’s mobile phone of me playing with a deer and a bird. It reminded me of my trip to Japan a year ago. Those wonderful days.

On that day, we took a train to the Great Wall. What we saw was an endless mountain forest, like a quiet ink painting. Taking a closer look, tall and straight cedars and locust trees are neatly arranged like sentinels, as if to say to us: "Don't worry, there is no danger in the forest, only cute birds and elegant deer, and We are always on guard for you. ”

The depths of the forest are extremely quiet, and occasionally a few crisp chirps of birds can be heard. The thick branches and leaves cover the blazing summer sun, which makes the whole body and mind feel relaxed. It suddenly calmed down.

Just as I was intoxicated in this wonderful environment, I suddenly felt a wet feeling on my palms. I turned around and said, "Oh my God!" It turned out to be a cute little deer coming quietly. He came to me and stretched out his long tongue to lick my palm.

At first, I was very scared, but after a while, I found that the deer would not attack me, but nodded to me politely. I suddenly understood: "It turns out that the deer biscuits I bought on the way here attracted the deer." So, I quickly took out the deer biscuits from the bag and fed them to the deer piece by piece. A few birds saw it and flew over quietly, jumping around on the ground. I generously gave them a portion of the deer cake.

I was feeding the deer and playing with the birds. I had a great time. There was only a "click" sound, and my father on the side captured this beautiful picture with his mobile phone, and this beautiful day was deeply engraved in my mind. Narrative of the story in the photo 9

"Nanny, come here, grandma will give you candy!" When I see this photo, my grandma's hoarse and slow voice will always linger in my ears, and I can't help but shed tears.

The old man sitting in a wheelchair in the photo is my great-grandmother. Next to her, the child holding a piece of maltose and chewing one in his mouth is me. At that time, I didn’t know how to eat maltose, so the sugar stuck everywhere, and I grinned innocently. The old man looked at me kindly, his eyes full of happiness and pampering.

That year, I was five years old and my great-grandmother was seventy-four years old. I don’t know what kind of disease my great-grandmother had at that time. She has been sitting in a wheelchair since I can remember. But she loves me very much, because my mother often says that I look like my grandma when she was young. After hearing this, my great-grandma suddenly smiled, showing her few yellow teeth. She doesn’t know what I like, so she just keeps giving me all kinds of candies. Because when she was a child, maybe she only knew that sugar snacks could eliminate worries. I happened to like sweets when I was a child. Whenever my great-grandmother would hold a candy in her wrinkled hands and hand it to me, I would always take it happily. After thanking my great-grandmother, I would enjoy eating the candy.

The time in the photo was the only time my great-grandmother and I could remember going out to have dinner with the whole family. Before eating, I happened to see a vendor selling maltose. My great-grandma saw the salivating look on my face, smiled and pushed her wheelchair, came to me, and touched my head: "Want to eat? Grandma will buy some for you!" After that, she pushed the wheelchair. Walk towards the vendor. But my mother blocked my grandma and said, "Grandma, you are not in good health. Besides, it is not good to eat snacks before eating." Seeing this, I had to curl my lips and prepare to give up the idea. Unexpectedly, my grandma did not listen to the advice and still shook her head. The wheelchair stopped the vendor. "Grandma... ugh", the mother also sighed and said nothing more.

After a while, my grandmother bought the maltose. "Nanny, come here, grandma will give you some candy!" Seeing me eating the candy, the smile returned to my grandma's face. She also smiled happily, and then touched my head with her generous palm.

My mother was also very happy and wanted to freeze the scene. So I took out my mobile phone, and "click--" a memory was recorded in it.

Although my great-grandma has passed away now, my great-grandma’s memories are captured in a photo. Every photo has a story that warms my heart, and in each photo story is my great-grandma’s deep love for me! Story narratives in the photos 10

Today, I accidentally opened the book An old photo album filled with photos I took when I was playing as a child. I looked through them one by one and couldn't help but laugh out loud. How innocent and cute I was when I was a child! Suddenly, I saw a photo of me riding a bicycle, and I couldn't help but think of the first time I rode a bicycle. At that time, I really looked like a little traffic policeman!

When I was about five or six years old, my father bought me a four-wheel bicycle. I was so happy that before my father could unwrap the wrapping paper, I couldn't wait to climb up and hold the bicycle handle.

When Dad inflated the tire, I put my foot on the pedal, pushed it down with all my strength, and the bicycle moved forward. I was so encouraged that I stepped on it again and again, riding slowly from one end to the other. Later I rode faster and faster. For me who had no sense of direction at that time, this was very powerful. At this time, my cousin came to my house to play. When she saw me riding a bicycle, her eyes lit up and she rushed towards me, shouting: "Cousin, let me ride!" "Okay." I reluctantly walked away from the bicycle. Get off the bike and let my cousin ride it. Who calls me a sister? My cousin got on the bike and rode it hard. I yelled from the side: "Turn left. Oops, we're going to hit the wall!" Before I could finish my words, only I heard a "bang" and my cousin hit the wall. Fortunately, the people and the car were fine. I simply ran upstairs, put on a pair of white gloves, a yellow vest (no green ones), and a white peaked cap (no blue ones), then ran downstairs, stood in the middle of the yard, and put on my pocket After searching for a while, my cousin said, "Cousin, did you leave it upstairs?" I ran upstairs again and searched again. Hey, there's nothing there? I accidentally saw my cousin downstairs smiling slyly, holding the battered whistle I was looking for in her hand! I stormed downstairs at a speed that scared myself. I rushed below, but my cousin hadn't noticed me yet. I suddenly thought: How about scaring her. I tiptoed over and covered her eyes. "Ah!" my cousin yelled, and I laughed. She said: "Cousin, let's play the game of the police catching the bad driver." "Okay!" I raised my hands in approval, "I will be the bad driver!" my cousin said loudly. "Here we go!"

I was on the road (in the middle of the yard), and my cousin came over on a bicycle. I said with a straight face (on purpose), "Comrade, please hand over your driver's license. The cousin suppressed her laughter, took out a piece of white paper from her pocket, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Comrade police, can I not hand it over?" "No, what if you are a bad guy, then I won't be a sinner forever?" "I said, taking the white paper from my cousin's hand, pretending to look at it carefully, then staring at my cousin, and said, "Haha, I finally caught you!" I said and went to catch my cousin, and my cousin immediately Abandoning the car and running away, I thought that the car must be faster than the person, so I rode the car to chase him, but what about the person? I was wondering when suddenly a pair of hands covered my eyes, "Aha, you are here, I'm chasing you!" "Help!" My cousin yelled and ran away, and I immediately rode my bike to chase her. Our laughter echoed over the yard and lingered for a long time.

How happy and beautiful childhood is! I really want to go back to that time, carefree! Story narrative in photos 11

Every photo has a memory; every photo has a happiness; every photo has an unforgettable story. For example, the one I'm holding in my hand, even though I'm the only one in the photo, I still remember the scene when I took the photo.

I remember the winter vacation in the first grade. At that time, I was just seven years old. My mother was working in Guiyang. I missed my mother very much, so after the vacation, my mother took me to Guiyang and let us live together. One weekend, my mother happened to be free, so she took me to a shopping mall. Suddenly, I discovered a behemoth in the mall. This behemoth consisted of a shelf more than ten meters high and many ropes. Between the ropes and the shelf, there were corner steps, boards and other strange-shaped things. Looking at that thing, I asked curiously: "Mom, what is this?" "I don't know, go and have a look!" So we walked over, and there was an older brother who smiled when he saw us coming. He said to us: "Would you like to give it a try?" Out of curiosity, I immediately agreed. My mother was also very happy that I made this choice and gave him the money. At first, I was very excited, but after only taking a few steps, I felt like I was "flying" like walking in the air. I was frightened and didn't dare to take the next step forward. My eldest brother said in my ears that he would protect me, and my mother kept encouraging me under the big umbrella. Finally, I took the second step and passed many hurdles. I became more and more accustomed to these challenges and became more and more happy. My mother took this opportunity to record this precious moment.

Although it has been more than two years since this incident, I still vividly remember this unforgettable incident.