The story of the old photo 400-word composition

In life, work and study, we often see the figure of composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a 400-word composition of old photo stories I collected, hoping to help everyone.

Every time I see a picture of my brother and me on the wall at home, I always think of the snowball fight with my brother last winter. Although the weather is very cold, my heart is warm and happy.

It was a winter morning and it had just snowed heavily. I put on a thick red down jacket and a red hat. My brother put on thick blue cotton boots and a pair of extra-thick gloves. We are going to have a snowball fight downstairs in Little Square. This is my first snowball fight with my brother. Dear little brother, my little friend, you brought me warm company.

In the snow, my brother squatted on the ground and rubbed snowballs. I playfully took a big snowball and threw it at him. My brother was hit in the face by a sudden snowball and burst into tears. His face is as red as a red apple against the snow. I quickly ran over and helped my brother up. I asked with concern, "Brother, are you all right? Sorry, I shouldn't have hit so hard. It's all my fault. " When I said this, I couldn't help crying and thought, hey, it's still my sister. How can I bully my brother? Just thinking about it, I suddenly felt something fall heavily on my back. It turned out that a lot of snow fell on my back on the tree. At this moment, my brother burst out laughing. "Elder sister, you have also been hit by snow! Haha ... "With my younger brother's lovely laughter, I myself was amused by this sudden" disaster ". We are running and jumping in the snow, chasing each other, and we are very happy. Mother took a warm picture of our brother and sister having a snowball fight with her camera.

Until now, I can still remember it, because every time I see this photo, the warmth in my heart arises spontaneously. My brother is like a sweet bean, which melts the sweetness in my heart and makes my home sweeter and warmer.

The story of the old photo 400-word composition 2 "photo album" I think everyone is familiar with it? There are many interesting stories and some painful things about my childhood. But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet.

In my photo album, I also recorded a little-known thing. However, among many photos, the most unforgettable one is a photo taken by my father's friend, when I was only five years old. As soon as I saw this photo, what happened that day clearly came to my eyes. ...

It's a beautiful spring morning. I got up early, and my stomach hurt a little when I got up. My mother told me to wash my face after getting up. After a while, I came out of the bathroom. When I saw the food on the table, I lost my appetite. My mother let me have breakfast, and I really want to eat it, because she is afraid that I will get stomach trouble again. I crustily skin of head and sat down to eat a few mouthfuls, then put down my chopsticks and went out. Dad came out with my breakfast and asked me to eat it. I didn't eat it. He got angry and scolded me. I took a gamble and ate a mouthful of rice.

Just then, dad's friend came, and he happened to have a camera. Seeing my little temper with my father, he teased me and said, "The handsome guy lost his temper. This is a good scenery! Take a photo! " Uncle this sentence can make me angry, my eyes "Jin Doudou" fell down very unwillingly. "Click" a shutter, photographed me very embarrassed.

The next day, my uncle developed the photo and I put it in my photo album.

The story of old photos 400-word composition 3 There is light rain in the air, and I like to look through photo albums and recall the past at this time. It's not pleasant, but I think raindrops are flying in the memory sky just like the past, which makes people relive the ups and downs of the past. Open the photo album, many photos appear in front of my eyes, each one is warm. Just because they are all true portrayal of the past.

One of them is deeply engraved in my mind, and it still lingers despite the impact and wear of rain and waves. Perhaps in many photos, no one can find its difference, but in my heart, it is unique because it has a story that I can't forget so far.

I am about two years old in the photo, with two braids, watery eyes and crystal tears hanging on my face. Looking at this old photo, I can't help wondering when this happened. So I ran to ask my mother. My mother smiled at the photo and told me the story contained in this old photo.

On a sunny day, my parents and I went to the park. Naughty, accidentally fell. After I fell to the ground, tears rolled in my eyes. But at that time, my parents didn't come to help me. My dad just said calmly, it's okay, get up by yourself. I sat on the ground stupidly and saw that my parents didn't come to help me. I cried. Slowly, I stood up carefully, but I still cried. This scene happened to be photographed by my mother.

Looking at this matter now, I won't feel sad and wronged again. I also understand this behavior of my parents, and it is this behavior of my parents that makes me stronger and more independent in the face of difficulties in the future.

Looking at this old photo, I can't help laughing.

The story of the old photo 400-word composition 4 Open the photo album at home, hey! A photo jumped into my eyes. It was a little girl with a pair of single eyelids, pigtails, sleeves on her arms, and the handle of the vacuum cleaner in her hand, working solemnly. On closer inspection, I turned out to be three years old. He ran to ask his mother, "What's the matter?"

My mother told me the origin of this photo: at that time, we still lived in the old house in Ximen. The house is quite big, and it takes a lot of effort to clean it every time. First, clean the dust on the floor with a vacuum cleaner, and then mop every room with a mop. When I was a child, I was very interested in the magic tools in my mother's hand. Why did that guy make a "cry" sound? After that, the garbage and confetti on the ground disappeared. So I begged my mother to let me use this amazing guy.

Mother said, "This is a vacuum cleaner. You are too young to use it now. " But dad said aside, "since she is so interested, let her try!" " "When my father said this, I picked up the handle, but my mother was still afraid that the vacuum cleaner would hurt me, so I didn't plug it in. Although my mother won't purr when I hold it in my hand, I still clean it carefully. At this moment, there was only a click, and this photo of my work was born.

Now that I am grown up, I can use a real vacuum cleaner, and I know that cleaning is a hard work. So I constantly remind myself to love labor and cherish the fruits of others' labor.

On a sunny weekend afternoon, my parents and I looked at my childhood photos at home. These photos are all fond memories of my childhood. While looking at these old photos, my parents told me some interesting childhood stories that I had blurred. Suddenly a photo blocked my view. I watched it for a long time. It took me to that hot summer three years ago. Do you want to hear its story? I'll tell you now!

It was June 30th, 20 1 1 year, and I graduated from kindergarten. With nostalgia for the good life as a child and longing for the future primary school life, every child's face shows unspeakable expressions, including nostalgia, excitement and curiosity. Every child is dressed as a bachelor, not to mention how proud he is! The photographer uncle left the eternity of this moment with the lens! In the photo, I am wearing a bachelor's uniform and a bachelor's hat, and I am holding a kindergarten graduation report card in my hand. The face is full of information, and the eyes are full of curiosity about the future!

Watching, my eyes blurred, and I seemed to see myself growing up, holding a real bachelor's degree certificate in my hand. I graduated from college, and I will use what I have learned to contribute to the construction of the motherland!

I hang this photo in front of my desk and see it every day when I study. It has always inspired me to study hard. This photo will definitely be a wonderful memory of my childhood and a witness to my realization of my ideal!

The story of old photos 400-word composition 6 I have several thick photo albums at home, each with unforgettable stories; There are wonderful and interesting things in every photo. You just flip through a book and record the happy memories at that time. Please let me share a story with a photo.

When I was three or four years old, I often giggled as if I had something happy. When my father taught me the word "female", I often called it "drum". Isn't it ridiculous to distinguish between "female" and "drum"

I remember once, my parents took me to bed to take pictures. I was disobedient and almost broke my camera. Finally, my mother gave me a toy elephant. Now, I become kind, obedient and cooperative. They seem to have bought me off. Mom is really scheming. At that time, I was like a robot. Everything was under her command. After getting this gift from my mother, I really changed quickly. I was sad just now, but now I'm laughing. My little eyes are fixed on the camera. The eyes of the toy elephant are also wide open, as if they were fighting to take pictures. I really don't know what's good about taking pictures. Alas! But this "click" is quite fun! Hee hee, the more you shoot, the happier you are, unconsciously posing as a handsome boy. Everyone burst out laughing. Some people even laughed their heads off. The story in this photo is very interesting.

The photo is a good recorder. He will record some of our happy days and share the stories in the photo with others in the future. Photos carry too many happy times for us; Carrying the selfless love of parents; It also carries our infinite affection for our elders.

An old photo story 400-word composition 7 An old room, no lock, no one, only a nostalgic photo hanging in the middle of the wall; In the photo, there is no rich forest, no wonderful performance, only three cheerful smiles, which are very eye-catching; This smiling face is not hypocritical or pretentious, but with infinite warmth. ...

When I stepped into the old house and looked at this photo, I smiled, but this photo is far beyond my memory. Where is the scene in the photo? What are we doing there? When was that? Immersed in many questions ...

I can't wait, I'll find my mother and ask her all the secrets about this photo. ...

Mother sat down to talk kindly.

When you were only 4 years old, your father and I decided to take you to the zoo to broaden your knowledge and let you see the animal world, the colorful world and the bright future of life!

We took you and your cousin to Guangzhou Zoo! There are gorgeous peacocks, strong elephants, mighty tigers ... and a glittering goldfish at the end. Where you can't walk, your father and I will squat down and carry you.

You are so lazy! After a long journey, I can walk, but I'm tired. As a result, your father and I walked the whole zoo behind your back. Haha, it's really hard to remember, but at that time I remembered that nothing mattered as long as it was good for you, so I went all over the zoo.

Looking at the photos, everything seems to come back to my mind: fishing goldfish with my cousin at the fish pond, feeding bananas to monkeys, urging pride like peacocks and so on.

Gently, I took the photo off the wall and looked at it as if I saw the most important thing in the whole world. ...

The story of the old photo 400-word composition 8 This was taken at the moment when my aunt and I broke off the relationship between mother and daughter. When I was a child, I grew up from my aunt's parents, where there were my dear grandparents, my lovely little sister, my kind "mom and dad" and my brother and sister … I was a "happy little angel" at that time. When I was two years old, my mother suddenly changed her mind and asked my aunt to invite me back. At that time, my grandparents cried, "Mom and Dad" cried, my neighbor's little sister cried, I cried, and even God, who has always been unsympathetic to me, cried-it began to rain that day.

But my mother doesn't seem to sympathize with all this. She still wants me to go back. From then on, my aunt became a crybaby, that is, from then on, I changed and became a grumpy girl. A few days after my mother came back to me (that is, a week), my aunt came to my house again and said to my mother, "His grandparents miss her. Let me take her back to live for a few days. " Mom doesn't agree, maybe because he is afraid of losing me again! While we were eating, my aunt secretly put me on my bike and drove home. On the way, I said, "Mom, go, my mom will catch up soon." This makes my aunt laugh and cry. But a few minutes later, my mother caught up with me. ...

Mom, why did you bring me back? Why did you hurt a good family? I long for my old life.

The story of the old photo 400-word composition 9 …

1937 August 28th is an unforgettable day. The Japanese devils committed heinous crimes in Shanghai. They wantonly bombed the Shanghai Railway Station. It was noon at that time, and the refugees were crowded at the railway station, ready to leave Shanghai, which was about to go to war. Mao Mao's parents, with their lovely puppies, Mao Mao and Doudou, are also going to take a train to take refuge in grandma's house in the countryside. As soon as the train arrived at the station, the plane screeched in the air. Suddenly, the harsh air defense alarm sounded, and the frightened people fled in panic. But it was too late, the bomb exploded around them and the building collapsed instantly. The overpass was blown in two, and the railway station was riddled with bullets, filled with smoke and corpses everywhere. There were cries and screams everywhere. K ugly.

In order to protect Mao Mao, Mao Mao's parents were killed by Japanese devils. Poor Mao Mao sat by the ruins, crying for his parents, but he broke his throat and no one answered him. "Doudou" came out of nowhere and trembled with fear. When he saw his little master, he quickly threw himself into Mao Mao's arms. Mao Mao hugged Doudou tightly for fear that it would leave him. Now he only has Doudou to live with him.

Later, Mao Mao was adopted by an orphanage, and so was the lucky Doudou. It has always been with Mao Mao, and Mao Mao will never forget the crimes committed by Japanese devils that day.

How many innocent lives have been taken away by the war, how many families have been broken, and how many children have no books to read and no schools to go to. We are now living in a peaceful era, but we will never forget today when martyrs exchanged their blood. I will always remember that poor Mao Mao and his lovely dog Doudou.

The story of an old photo 10 Every time I open an album, I will see my favorite photo. Because it records my happy time.

In the photo, I, dressed in yellow, stood on a huge boat, clutching the railing in one hand and grinning. At this time, my father seized this beautiful moment and took this photo.

It was a day in the summer vacation. My father and I came to Qiandao Lake to play. The mountains and rivers here depend on people: the water is clear and transparent, like a huge emerald. The color is intoxicating, and there are probably mountain springs to bathe it, and aquatic plants to rub it. There are ripples on the water, and sometimes there are some naughty water dolls dancing around me. The mountains stand tall, surrounded by green. The clouds around the mountains covered the whole mountain with a thin veil, like a shy little girl, but it stood upright, like a brave soldier. One by one, their feet are next to their feet and their shoulders are next to their shoulders, as if they were their own brothers. It really deserves to be called Qiandao Lake.

We arrived at the first island by boat. I heard that this island was once flooded. From the island and the boat, it is another kind of scenery: towering green trees can be seen everywhere, which decorate the island with green; It is also them who make the air on the island exceptionally fresh; They made the island look like a virgin forest.

Climb up again, cross the stream, cross the bridge and come halfway up the mountain. At this time, I was tired and thirsty. Suddenly, an antique teahouse appeared in front of me. Ah! It's like sending charcoal in the snow. People are so thoughtful. ...

I can't forget the journey that day. It's all in my memory, in this photo!

The 400-word composition of the old photo 1 1 flashed by, and more than ten years passed. More than ten years ago, I was not born. Now, I am a big boy. At that time, my grandparents were still young, radiant and energetic. Now, grandpa has left us, and grandma is white-haired and wrinkled.

In this photo in front of me, my grandparents all have black hair and loving eyes. Grandma's eyes narrowed slightly, and she kept looking at grandpa's side, as if taking wedding photos with grandpa, with a hint of shyness. Grandpa, perhaps taking a photo for the first time, looked a little stiff, put his hands on his legs, and the smile on his face was not so obvious, but his mouth was raised and his glasses were polished. I can see that grandpa is happy in his heart.

There is a line of numbers written on the back of this photo-"1980". At that time, grandpa's beard was not long, and grandma's face was shiny and shiny, and there were no wrinkles at all. Both of them are wearing blue coats, which are obviously new clothes specially worn for this photo shoot. Grandpa made the collar obedient, making people look like a people's teacher. Grandma's hands are not as dry and cracked as they are now, and her face is not as haggard as it is now. She put her hair behind her ear and her collar stood up. They welcomed the photo shoot very much.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

Behind them is a row of old-fashioned furniture and a tape recorder from the 1970s and 1980s. This tape recorder and grandpa's chair are still there. Whenever grandma misses grandpa, she will sit in that chair and sit quietly without saying a word. ...

How many unforgettable stories have been recorded in an old photo; An old photo contains many unspeakable feelings; How many memorable feelings does an old photo convey? ...

One day, when I was browsing the photo album in my spare time, I suddenly saw a photo, which was taken when I was three years old.

This photo was taken on July 22nd, 20xx, when I was only three years old. At that time, my parents and I were playing in Chongqing Garden. I was sitting on a branch, my mother was teasing me, and I was laughing. Father seized the opportunity to press the shutter and took this photo. Dad saw me crawling around the tree and said I looked like a monkey. Then, I went boating with my parents. We rowed around the lake. I see many lotus flowers and small fish on the lake. After that, we went fishing. There are many fish there. Fishermen catch one fish at a time and another fish at a time. Before long, the bucket next to them was full of fish. We enjoyed it very much, and it was getting dark, so I was reluctant to go home.

Now, I am eight years old. I am grown up and healthy. I am in the third grade of primary school. I used to study in Chongqing, but now I study in Chengdu. I don't think Chengdu is as hot as Chongqing in summer. My parents and I will go to the park again. We won't climb trees to take pictures, but we will still go boating to feed pigeons.

Compared with that old photo, I am taller and older now, and I have learned a lot of knowledge and truth, but I still miss the carefree time in the past.

The story of an old photo 400-word composition 13 There is a photo in my photo album. From the yellowed photos, there are wisps of laughter, golden sunshine six years ago, fleeting time and old flavor.

There are two people in the photo. My sister and I are sitting on a stone. My sister is very happy, but I seem to think a little. Why my sister and I have different expressions? We have to start with taking pictures.

On this day, grandma took us to Dinghai Park to play. Lush trees and beautiful scenery. We talked and laughed. When we came to a yard, there was a pond. Grandma suggested taking a picture, and of course we agreed. Grandma asked us to sit on two stones in front of the rockery and said, "Sister is big and sister is small. Come on! " I sat up at once, but my sister was unhappy, which puzzled us two monks. Under grandma's "negotiation", I finally found out that my sister refused to "feel inferior" and grandma had to do "ideological work", but my sister refused to sit down, which was difficult for grandma. Grandma looked at me with expectant eyes and said, "Sister should sit on your stone, or else …" I quickly moved to a small stone next to me and sat down, and my sister smiled. Grandma boasted, "You are really a sister. You know how to be modest! " I can't laugh when I think about what grandma said. I just remember the word "humility" firmly. With the flash, this moment is frozen, and "humility" is also frozen.

Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the unchanging memory is warm.

The story of the old photo 400-word composition 14 In my small room table, there is a photo that makes me most satisfied. That's a photo of Zhang Zhengui that I took when I was 10 years old, playing in Ningbo Phoenix Mountain Amusement Park.

That year, my parents and I went to the Phoenix Mountain Amusement Park in Ningbo. When I arrived at Phoenix Mountain, I bought a ticket and ran in eagerly. "wow! It is so big here! " I can't help screaming. I watched Ferris wheel, bumper cars and launching in it ... countless.

Among them, my favorite game is Water World. I am like a small fish swimming freely in the "water maze" of "water world", thinking: haha! Finally, I can play freely! It suddenly occurred to me that I might as well take this opportunity to have a water fight with my father. So I dived to the bottom and swam behind my father. Float up and down and splash water on dad's head. Dad turned around and found me splashing water, so he quickly hit back. I knew my father had been cheated and ran away at once. When my father saw me, I ran away and ran after him. I thought to myself: Haha, Dad, you are losing! Suddenly, I dived into the water. When dad saw it, he knew he had been cheated and swam back quickly, but I was already in front of him. My father gave up under my fierce attack.

"Yes! I won! I won! " I jumped up with excitement and joy, gestured a V with my hand, and smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum. Splash water splashed all over me. At that moment, my mother quickly picked up the camera in her hand and clicked, leaving this moment that made me happy forever.

Now, it has been two years, but every time I see this photo, I will recall the happiness and satisfaction outside that day.

The story of the old photo 400-word composition 15 Time flies. In a blink of an eye, 10 years passed. When I picked up this old photo, I recalled the happy past:

It was early spring and April, and my father and I went to fly kites together. When I got there, I was immediately attracted. Wow! Small and exquisite butterfly kites, colorful circular kites, facial kites with different expressions, kite-shaped kites flying all over the sky ... colorful! Colorful! Although I was only three years old at that time, I still can't forget a kite flying in the sky in my vague memory. I chased it on the ground. When I am tired of chasing them, I sit on the ground and look up at the kite. I still remember the warm atmosphere of flying kites.

What impressed me the most was the scene of falling: I was tired of running at first and was fascinated by the kite. Suddenly, another kite got entangled ~ "Ah!" I shouted! Jump up and run, "pa"! I fell! Very strong, I didn't cry, I stood up-maybe I was too happy. I usually cry and scratch my head, but I smiled shyly. This photo was taken at that time. Hey ~ covered in mud! At this time, the two kites were untied, and I jumped up happily and almost fell down again!

Dad laughed at me after filming. I sat on one side angrily and ignored him. Dad saw me and brought a kite. "Wow!" I cheered again! (Hee hee, children always like toys)

This is the story of an old photo. I will cherish it forever. It has memories of my childhood.