The story composition in the photo

Article 1: The story in the photo, 200 words.

I have many photo albums, one of which is a photo album, and each one tells a touching story.

In the first photo, a baby wants to run to catch butterflies. However, dad picked up the baby with his big hand, and the baby had to watch the butterfly fly away. At this time, it may be that my mother pressed the shutter and took the photo. This baby is me,/|||| 0/||| 0/month. The second photo was when I was 6 years old, because my father promised to take me to the children's park. When I arrived at the gate of the children's park, my father said that he had something to do and would bring me next time. I was angry and squatted on the ground and refused to go. Father said, "angry?" Say that finish, pull me down. The third is when I was 7 years old, I went to Hangzhou Wildlife Park to see an animal show.

I like looking through photos very much, because every photo has good memories.

Chapter 2: The story in the photo is 300 words.

There must be many people who think that what I wrote must be very happy, but if you think so, you are wrong. Every time I think about it, I feel sad and make me want to cry.

I still remember when I was seven years old, I climbed Mount Emei with my father. My father and I walked while playing. I saw lush forests and some unknown flowers and plants. I also saw a group of monkeys walking neatly on the railing. Dad and I went to a pavilion to have a rest. Because the monkey didn't know what the camera in my father's hand was, he grabbed my father's hair and laughed me to death! I also took photos with the little monkey and had a good time along the way. But then I couldn't laugh. Later, my father and I climbed to the top of the mountain. When he saw a big stone, he asked me to climb up and take a picture. Who knows that when I came down, my foot slipped and fell, and it didn't hurt very much. I wanted to get up and walk on, but when I saw my beloved jade bracelet fall, I couldn't help crying. ...

Oh, I really regret it. Why didn't I be careful?

Article 3: The story in the photo is 400 words.

In my exquisite photo album, there is a photo of my childhood, in which I am playing with a little monkey. Whenever I see this photo, I will "giggle …" and laugh out loud.

It was the day of the summer vacation the year before last. I went to Guo Hua with my two aunts and my parents. As soon as we entered the gate, we went straight to water curtain cave. The water on the mountain was running down, and we entered water curtain cave with great interest in our raincoats. Walking in water curtain cave, I saw many stone benches and tables. Then I took a few steps towards them and saw a beautifully carved stone chair, which the Monkey King had sat on. As soon as we left water curtain cave, my mother urged us to go home. But just as I walked out of the gate, I saw an uncle shouting, "Five dollars to hold a little monkey and take a good photo for free." My two uncles and aunts were too scared to even look at the little monkey. But I have courage, but I really want to play with the little monkey, so I keep staring at the little monkey. My mother seemed to read my mind and gave me five dollars. I was so happy that I gave the money to my uncle at once. Uncle put the little monkey on my shoulder. Not only am I not afraid, but I also play with the little monkey! The staff seized the opportunity to take this photo for me.

This photo has been treasured in my exquisite photo album. Whenever I take out that photo, it always reminds me of the happy trip to Huaguo Mountain.

Article 4: The story in the photo, 500 words.

On the first day of this year-the first day of New Year's Day, my family traveled to Huangshan, where the scenery was beautiful.

After a day's travel, we were all very tired and fell asleep soon. But the next day, my brother and I woke up early. We went to the window and opened the curtains. We were immediately shocked by what we saw. The world outside the window has turned white. We were both very excited. We woke everyone up and dragged them to climb the mountain.

We walked slowly in the mountains, just before dawn. It's very quiet in this hazy Zhongshan, and you can only see a piece of whiteness along the way. After a while, the sun came out of the mountains. When the rising sun shed the first ray of sunshine, I suddenly found: rime! Under the sunshine, this crystal clear rime sparkles and is beautiful. Everyone was attracted by the beautiful figure of Snow Girl who arrived overnight. Look! She left a beautiful figure in pavilions, cedars, open spaces and lakes. Hey! Look! How wonderful the icicles on this pavilion are! There are long and short, uneven, different in thickness and shape. Everyone walks, watches and chats, lingering back and forth, relaxed and happy. Dad held the camera and pressed the shutter desperately, and grandpa also held the camera, not wanting to miss a beautiful scene. I quickly found a beautiful little tree, stood in front of it and asked my father to come and take pictures of me. I snapped this photo. A little girl in a red down jacket is standing in front of a tree and smiling at you!

This trip to Huangshan gave me an unexpected surprise, and I will keep this trip in mind.

Article 5: The story in the photo is 600 words.

Open the photo album and a photo comes into view. That's a tourist photo of Hangzhou.

It was a spring, and my grandmother and I came to the picturesque West Lake. I leaned against the railing on the shore of Zhou Xiaoying. Turn your back on the moon. Santan silver moon is actually a part in front of Zhou Xiaoying Island. This is an imitation of the three pagodas built by Su Dongpo when he opened the West Lake in the Northern Song Dynasty, and was set up in the first year of tomorrow (/|||| 0/62 |||| 0/). This tower is 2 meters high, and its foundation is an oblate stone base. The top of the tower is gourd-shaped, and the tower is spherical with five small round holes. There is a beautiful legend about San Tan Yin Yue. One year, Shandong craftsman Lu Ban came to Hangzhou all the way. Accept apprentices and pass on skills in Hangzhou. When Lu Ban carefully passed on his skills to his disciples. Suddenly a black wind blew and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly turned around. It turns out that a snakehead has come to worship the world! . It settled in the West Lake and stayed there. The west lake blows black fish essence, and the fish in Hangzhou city stinks; The snakehead essence sprayed water in the West Lake, and it rained heavily in the north and south mountains. The willow trees by the West Lake broke and the flowers fell. The flood in the West Lake keeps rising, and the whole city of Hangzhou is submerged in smelly water. Seeing this, Lu Ban led his disciples to carve Baoshan into a big incense burner, covered the snakehead essence under the incense burner and suffocated at the bottom of the West Lake. The stone incense burner only shows three gourd-shaped incense burner feet on the lake. In the evening, Lu Ban took the lead in rowing to the middle of the lake and lit candles in the light-transmitting round holes on three sides of the stone incense burner, so that everyone could dance and revel on the lake all night to celebrate the suppression of snakehead essence. Since then, every Mid-Autumn Festival night, candles are lit within three feet of the stone incense burner in the middle of the lake, and the candles are reflected in the lake, showing several moon shadows. The scenery of light and shadow and tower shadow is beautiful, which makes people feel that "the ice wheel goes out to sea in the middle of the night, and a lake of golden water wants to melt the autumn colors". This place is called "Santan January". What a beautiful scenery and a beautiful legend!

Looking at the photos and recalling the picturesque West Lake, how charming it is, I will definitely go again.

Article 6: The story in the photo, 700 words.

Twelve spring and autumn years, I don't know hundreds of photos, which witnessed my growth.

Open the photo album and enjoy it page by page. The photos of my childhood are so cute. I often look at photos and sigh, "I am so old!" "

Look at this photo, I'm all smiles, my hands are open and my feet are crossed. What am I doing? By the way, there were guests at home that day, and I was excitedly introducing my room!

Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud. See that big bed? I saved money to buy a set of furniture in my room. I remember grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself. Mother said anxiously, "I'm afraid you don't have enough money." Otherwise, buy something cheaper! " ""no, just buy it! "Later, I decided to borrow money from my mother to buy furniture, but my mother kept saying no. As for me, I must return it. I'm seriously writing an iou to prepare for installment payment.

As I seldom do housework, I will be very diligent this time. If I do housework once, my mother will get rid of a little debt, …

In the morning, I got up early and began to prepare breakfast. At first, I often made mistakes: the cream buns were not steamed well, and there was too much jam ... It was also convenient to prepare breakfast slowly; In the evening, I will go to the balcony: put my clothes away, fold them and put them in the closet. ...

In this way, a few months later, my mother felt very sorry and said, "Forget it, don't do it, don't pay it back!" " "But I still stick to my original decision and still do housework happily. When my mother told me that I had paid off my debt, I jumped for joy. At that time, I really realized the joy of paying and gaining. ...

I remember buying furniture in the fifth grade. This photo was taken in the sixth grade. It's the seventh grade. After all this time, I am still proud of it. However, now that I think about it, I borrowed a lot of money from my mother when I bought furniture, and I paid off the service fee of five yuan every time. My mother must have helped me. So, now I do more housework whenever I have time. Although I want to help my mother, in my heart, this reason is also the main reason!

Every time I see this photo, I run to the room, take a look, and then I can't help laughing!

A photo, a story, this is the story of saving money to buy furniture; A photo, a harvest, this is an unforgettable harvest in my life!

Chapter 7: The story in the photo, 800 words.

Photos can freeze some happy, sad and exciting things, so that these things will be remembered forever.

I have a photo, which represents extraordinary significance. It is the last physical education festival in our sixth grade students' primary school life.

In the photo, we can see a corner of the playground, where there are many students and teachers from the primary school affiliated to South China University of Technology. Perhaps serious students can notice that most of our classmates' expressions are "sleepy". Actually, it's because we have been standing for too long! Therefore, I lost my former "grandeur". On the far left of the photo, you can vaguely see the six characters "I exercise, I am healthy, I am happy", which is the purpose of our sports festival.

Some people may ask, why are so many students and teachers standing on the playground "basking in the sun"? In fact, this is not sunbathing, but a joining ceremony that we have to carry out every sports festival. However, this time, our class is not like before. All the students took part, and they shouted slogans and did actions. Maybe it's because we are sixth grade students. The teacher only selected 20 students to participate, removed the slogans and actions, and only asked us to smile naturally.

When we entered the arena, we were inevitably a little nervous. Everyone's back is straight, just like a commander in chief. But later, I saw that the conductor had been directing other classes, and the class we were standing in was "forgotten", so I couldn't help but start doing little tricks: bending over, pounding my back and kicking my legs. ...

Originally, we thought we could enter the stadium soon, and then we could play. But I didn't expect that after a long time, we still didn't start. Alas, we are really worried. At that time, the sun was scorching, and we were so anxious! Finally, the sun disappeared, and we were all dizzy ... our eyes didn't look at it at all, which was quite different from what they looked like at first. So, now there is this picture in the photo.

But fortunately, at last, the conductor came! We are as excited as seeing water in the desert! When the coach announced the entrance, our team entered the stadium in a mighty manner. Hoho, we're back to the old spirit.

Needless to say, the next thing is the headmaster's speech and competition!

This photo just caught our listlessness. Do we look like eggplant in the picture?

The sports festival is over. Every time I see this photo, I think of every scene of the sports meeting. I believe this extraordinary sports festival will remain in our beautiful memory forever.

Chapter 8: The story stored in the photo is 900 words.

There are many photos of me in my photo album, including my photos in kindergarten; There are also photos of my primary school; And photos of my trip abroad ...

One of the photos is the most unforgettable one for me. This photo records an interesting thing. Although it has been a long time, every time I pick up this photo, I feel childish again.

Look, there is a little girl sitting on the sofa in the photo, eating the cake with relish!

The little girl just turned three years old, with a "celestial cannon" on her head and an empty cake box next to her. And her face is full of cream, just like a little Santa Claus, licking the cream on her fingers with her tongue and looking at the front with a satisfied smile, as if to announce to everyone: Well, this cake tastes really delicious. ...

She was me when I was a child.

Do you want to know what this is about? Don't worry, don't worry, listen to me slowly.

It was my birthday. My father specially bought a small cake from the cake shop. Because he had something to go out, he asked me to wait for him to come back for my birthday. Dad just left and I can't wait to see this appetizing cake. I stole the cake while my mother was cooking. I was about to eat the cake when I found another problem: I saw the cake in the box and reached for it, but I didn't know what was blocking it. After many attempts, I finally know what is at work. It turns out there is a transparent plastic cover on it. I tried to break the lid open by hand, but I didn't have enough strength. I won't stop until I open the box. This little problem is not difficult for me as a genius. I firmly grasped the bottom of the box with my hands and kicked the lid with my feet. Haha, it's finally opened. I reached out and grabbed it without hesitation, and my hands were full of cream. I licked it first, well, it was delicious! Then I eat left and right. ...

"Ding-dong-"Dad came back. He pushed open the door and looked on the sofa. He saw me with cream all over my face and licking my fingers like a kitten. I licked all the cakes in the box by myself. Dad paused, his mouth was bigger and rounder than an egg, and then burst into laughter: "Come and see, my holy egg old man has arrived early ..." Mom also ran out to look for a voice and looked at me with anger and laughter. But I am proud of "I am the owner of my site, and I will try to eat my cake", and I am still enjoying myself and intoxicated! ……

I didn't expect this "idiot" to be stopped by my father with a camera. Even now, whenever I see this photo, I can't help laughing, because when I was a child, I was a greedy cat, a smart card and a happy fruit at home.