At the beginning of the composition:

A photo is a picture, and a photo is a wonderful story. There are many photos at home, some playing with classmates, some celebrating birthdays at home, and so on. One of them is the most beautiful! Every time I see this photo, the scene I took at that time clearly emerges in front of me.

(2) photo story composition.

Every time I open the photo album, there are many photos in it. There is one I think is "the apple of my eye". There is a little me in the photo, snuggling in my parents' arms and smiling so sweetly.

Just when I turned one and a half years old, my parents took me to Penglai Park to take photos. I'm very, very scared. My left hand clutched my mother's clothes tightly, as if it were going to fall off. I have a big red balloon in my right hand. My mother also drew a red beauty spot on my forehead, which set off the red flowers like green leaves. With it, I look more beautiful and lovely.

When I started taking pictures, my father smiled from ear to ear; Mom's mouth is smiling like a newly opened peony flower. I ah! I was looking around, at a loss, and I didn't know I had taken a photo. That looks real, funny and naughty. My uncle with a camera took this opportunity to take this precious photo. What a happy moment! What a happy life!

I like it because it records the happy and sweet life of our family.

There are many photos in my closet, but I only like one.

This photo is from this side. In the past summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang to play together. At nine o'clock the next morning, we arrived in Huangguoshu happily by car. We visited Tianxing Bridge first, and then we came to the gate of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumble in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling. When I looked closer, I saw a lot of water mist flapping on my face, which was very cool. Approached, a huge white curtain came into view, that is Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless drops of water splashing down.

Under the sunshine, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls, shining with dazzling light. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a poem by Li Bai, a great poet, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days". Then we move on. Soon, we came to the left of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a black hole here. Oh! So this is the filming and singing of Journey to the West-water curtain cave. So we went in. I walked for a while and then came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, engraved with three concave characters-water curtain cave. Later, I decided to take a photo here. I saw my uncle's camera click, which left a permanent memory for water curtain cave and me.

I like this photo because when I see it, I can clearly see the Huangguoshu Waterfall in my mind.

My favorite photo is a photo taken with a Russian aunt at Zhelin Lake in Yongxiu this May 1 Golden Week. Because this is the first time in my life to take a photo with a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair.

It was a sunny early summer, and a group of nine people, including father, uncle and aunt, came to visit the beautiful Zhelin Lake. There are more than a dozen small islands on the lake, each with its own characteristics. One of the attractions called "Crocodile Island" is very interesting. Choose beautiful scenery, fresh air and wonderful performances. It is said that there will be two Russian grandmothers performing on 10 in the morning, and our party can't wait to see it for a long time. After waiting for a long time, I finally got a wonderful performance from two tall Russian aunts. I saw that they sang and danced for a while, and their movements were tacit and beautiful, winning applause from the audience from time to time. I feasted my eyes and enjoyed this exotic national culture, and I couldn't help clapping my hands. After the performance, my father asked me to take a photo with my Russian aunt. I thought at that time: Will people be "stars" and take photos with our children? At the invitation of my father, I didn't expect a beautiful young Russian aunt to agree. I saw her walk out of the performance site very easygoing, holding my hand and taking a step to a lush forest. She leaned close to me with a smile and let me sit on her lap. Suddenly, I felt like snuggling in my mother's arms, so intoxicated and happy, with a gratified smile on my face. Click, this moment is fixed as eternity-"My favorite photo" was born.

Later, this photo was carefully put into a beautiful photo album and treasured in the depths of memory. ...

a photo

On my desk, there is a photo of graduation photo, who graduated from the sixth grade and is my classmate. It is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too.

I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey. There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us. This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away.

The students in our class may have turned into their impatience, and they want to take immediate action in everything they do. As long as it is decided or negotiated, they will definitely implement it immediately, which makes me inadvertently think of some spicy people. There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we have got to know each other. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it." If a classmate in our class is bullied, we are absolutely duty-bound to get justice for her, so it makes salty tears sweet and penetrate into our hearts. ...

A photo can evoke all kinds of interesting things in our wonderful childhood.

Every time I see this photo on the table, I can't help but feel like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Every flavor is so meaningful, and every flavor contains our beautiful memories, which makes us have a wonderful childhood.

The story in the photo is 800 words in junior high school.

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one!

My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there will always be a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.

At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost like eating at home, but I didn't expect my father to turn off his phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I even enlarged that photo on purpose.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see a picture in my mind and feel my father by my side. composition

At this moment, I no longer feel that * * * is a ghost, but that * * * is so sweet, because he proved that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up? composition

Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.

It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

Instructor: Li Hongbing

Comments: The sentence is powerful, with true feelings between the lines, compact structure and prominent center.

Today, it's still stormy, with much thunder and little rain, so I took advantage of the weekend to move out the photos I brought from Yangzhou with my parents, wipe the dust and tidy them up by the way. My parents suddenly started telling old stories.

To tell you the truth, I haven't seen photos for a long time. I suddenly saw my former self and felt very abrupt. At that time, my smile was simple and bright. Looking back at every photo now, I seem to be wearing a mask. When I was a child, I couldn't find that feeling of being afraid of ugliness when I laughed. Dad said it was because there were too many things and secrets hidden in my heart, and people's expressions looked fake. Suddenly there was a sweet pain ~

I like the title on the page "Being a family along the way must be a special fate"

In this life, you will meet many people. These people accompany you through the whole life at different times, as if they had agreed. At that time, when they arrive, they will slowly retreat until they are no longer in contact. Only those who have special destiny can form a family, have children and grow old together, just like all happy families.

Life is like this, and I have hope. I am willing to bury myself in the crowd and enjoy the happiness of this cycle.

How to write the story composition in the photo at the beginning?

There is a photo in my exquisite photo frame. Although this photo has always been on the table, every time I see it, it always attracts my attention and makes my thoughts fly.

⑤ The story composition in a photo is 700 words.

In my hazy mind, grandma will always be a silver line, and it is charming to smile with two curved lines. Father said grandma was beautiful when she was young. I believe my aunt is very beautiful. It is said that she is a copy of grandma. I don't have much emotional knowledge about my grandmother. There is only one old photo in my memory, and I can still capture her affectionate figure.

According to my parents, my grandmother is from Beijing. After she married her grandfather, she has been with him and has never left Beijing. Unexpectedly, grandpa died prematurely, leaving grandma alone.

In order to take care of my grandmother, my father went to Beijing several times and asked her to live with me. She refused to say anything. She can't let go of her home, a place full of feelings and tears.

It was not until I was born that my grandmother reluctantly left home and came to my parents to help my mother take care of the baby. According to my father, at that time, whenever I was free, my grandmother would stare at the north in a daze. My father knows that my grandmother is homesick, the old house that haunts her.

My father has been looking for an opportunity to take her back to my old house, but it backfired. When I was still learning English, my grandmother left this world with endless regrets. Whenever I mention it, my father's heart aches.

I remember when I was in fifth grade, I once talked about my grandmother. My father took out a photo. This is a photo of my parents and my grandmother, which is the only souvenir left by my grandmother.

In this four-inch black-and-white photo, grandma has silver hair and a beige coat, which may be the visual effect of the photo. There is no wrinkle on her white face, and her eyes seem to be smiling. Father said that grandma usually gives people the feeling that she is always smiling.

In the photo, grandma is sitting in front with a baby just born for more than 100 days in her arms. My parents said it was me, "ah! How can it be so ugly? " At first glance, I carefully looked at the doll in the photo. Although as white as grandma, I can hardly find any other advantages: the spoon at the front door is sewn with small eyes. I didn't know it was closed. My parents just said it was open. At that time, I quickly looked at myself in the mirror: although my nose is not straight and my eyes are not big, basically my nose is my nose and my eyes are my eyes. Open is never closed! I turned my face, looked at my mother and pointed to the photo: "Is that me in the photo? Are you kidding? " Mother was angry and happy: "you child, you were fat at that time!" " You see, that arm, segment by segment, is like a lotus root segment by segment. In addition to meat on the face, it is meat. There is no room for five senses. It's good to have seams. That means grandma raised you well! "

Well raised? I am a pie lip, so ugly!

But grandma held my ugly child with a loving face. At this time, I found a new problem: the people in the photo are sitting or not sitting, standing or not standing, grandma leans back, dad leans forward, and mom stands upright beside dad, but her hands are dragging the chair and there is no posture. Take a closer look, only I have the most feeling of taking pictures. You see, although I seem to be asleep, I am leisurely leaning in my grandmother's arms, exquisite and very angelic.

I studied the photos carefully, trying to find the answer from the details: how strange! As a father, he should not stand like this. My father is a man who pays great attention to details. He usually works methodically, carefully and never hesitates. Especially your manners and clothes. No matter what material it is, as long as it is worn on dad, it must be clean, lilisuosuo. I have seen many personal photos of my father when he was young. They are all dressed in handsome pens.

Suddenly, I suddenly understood and said to my parents with regret, "The photo studio is so irresponsible. Everyone took pictures before posing. Why don't they ask for a new photo? "

Mom smiled after listening: "I don't blame the photo studio, it's all to make you feel better." At that time, you were very fat, wrapped in a thick mattress in winter, and very bloated. Your grandmother was small and had short arms. She didn't dare to hug you hard, saying it would hurt you, but she was afraid of falling. "When my mother said this, I was deeply moved: I accepted such a high salary and still don't know anything! I really found the happiness of "I'm afraid to put it in my mouth, but I'm afraid to drop it in my hand". What a pity! At that time, I was still young and didn't know what care was. Suddenly, I envy this ugly child for no reason.

Mother continued to tell the scene as if it happened right in front of her eyes: "When taking pictures, in order to avoid" hugging "you, grandma dared not hug you again, but tried to make her arm ring bigger, so that her whole body became a reclining posture, with her back and back in a triangle and her center of gravity on the back of the chair. In order to keep the chair stable, your father had to press the chair hard with both hands to prevent the stool from tipping over. As a result, various postures appeared in the photo. ...

The story of the photo is over, and my words are over. But I tell you, it's strange that since I saw grandma's photo, grandma in my mind is no longer a title or a symbol. She filled my mind and became beautiful and familiar.

Author: Mu Hui Yu Fei

6. "A photo" at the beginning of the composition, it is best to have an ending! (advantages)

Pick up the photo frame in my hand. I don't know my long-lost classmates and friends. Do you still remember the days when we played together, the colorful photos and the clear blue sky? It's a long-lost memory.

⑦ Story in junior high school composition 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 sports festival of our junior middle school students in their middle school life.

In the photo, we can see a corner of the playground, where there are many junior high school students and teachers of 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. Perhaps because we are middle school 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. ...

I thought I could enter the arena soon, and then I could compete. Unexpectedly, after a long time, I still didn't start. Alas, we are really worried. At that time, the sun was hot, and we were in a hurry! 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.

⑧ The story composition of a photo.

In my hazy memory, grandma will always be a silver thread, which is charming when she smiles. Father said grandma was beautiful when she was young. I believe my aunt is very beautiful. It is said that she is a copy of grandma. I don't have much emotional knowledge about my grandmother. There is only one old photo in my memory, and I can still capture her affectionate figure.

According to my parents, my grandmother is from Beijing. After she married her grandfather, she has been with him and has never left Beijing. Unexpectedly, grandpa died prematurely, leaving grandma alone.

In order to take care of grandma, my father went to Beijing several times and asked grandma to move in. But grandma won't say anything. She can't let go of her home, a place full of feelings and tears.

It was not until I was born that my grandmother reluctantly left home and came to my parents to help my mother take care of the baby. According to my father, at that time, whenever I was free, my grandmother would stare at the north in a daze. My father knows that my grandmother is homesick, the old house that haunts her.

My father has been looking for an opportunity to take her back to my old house, but it backfired. When I was still learning English, my grandmother left this world with endless regrets. Whenever I mention it, my father's heart aches.

I remember talking about my grandmother when I was in the second grade. Father took out a group photo, which was the only souvenir left by grandma.

In this four-inch black-and-white photo, grandma has silver hair and a beige coat, which may be the visual effect of the photo. There is no wrinkle on her white face, and her eyes seem to be smiling. Father said that grandma usually gives people the feeling that she is always smiling.

In the photo, grandma is sitting in front with a baby just born more than 100 days in her arms. My parents said it was me.

"ah! How can it be so ugly? " I exclaimed.

After listening, I carefully studied the doll in the photo. Although as white as grandma, I can hardly find any other advantages. My little eyes are cracked. I don't know. I thought it was closed, but my parents just said it was open. At that time, I quickly looked at myself in the mirror: although my nose is not straight and my eyes are not big, basically my nose is my nose and my eyes are my eyes. Opening is by no means closed.

I turned my face, looked at my mother and pointed to the photo: "Is that me in the photo? Are you kidding? "

Mother was angry and happy: "you child, you were fat at that time!" " Look at that arm, section by section, like a lotus root. In addition to meat on the face, it is meat, and the five senses are crowded. It is good to have a seam. That means grandma raised you well! "

"Is it well raised?" I curled my lips. "Ugly!"

But grandma held my ugly child with a loving face. Then I found a new question: Is the person in the photo sitting or standing? Grandma leans back, dad leans forward, but mom stands straight beside dad, dragging her chair with her hands and not posing. Take a closer look, only I feel the best when taking pictures. You see, although it seems to be sleeping, it is leisurely leaning in grandma's arms, exquisite and very angelic.

I studied the photos carefully, trying to find the answer from the details: how strange! As a father, he should not stand like this. My father is a man who pays great attention to details. He usually works methodically, carefully and never hesitates. Especially your manners and clothes. No matter what material it is, as long as it is worn on dad, it must be clean, lilisuosuo. I have seen many personal photos of my father when he was young. They are all dressed in handsome pens.

Suddenly, I suddenly understood and said to my parents with regret, "The photo studio is so irresponsible. Everyone took pictures before posing. Why don't they ask for a new photo? "

Mom smiled after listening: "I don't blame the photo studio, it's all to make you feel better." At that time, you were very fat, covered with a thick mattress in winter, and very bloated. Your grandmother was small and had short arms. She hugged you and didn't dare to use force, saying that she would hug you. I can't catch it, I'm afraid I'll fall on you! "

When my mother said this, I was deeply moved: I have accepted such a high salary and I still don't know anything! I really found the happiness of "I'm afraid to put it in my mouth and I'm afraid to drop it in my hand". Unfortunately, I was young and didn't know what care was. Suddenly, I envy this ugly child for no reason.

Mom continued to tell the scene at that time, as if it happened right in front of her eyes: "When taking pictures, in order to avoid hugging you, grandma didn't dare to hug you again, but tried to make her arm ring bigger." So that the whole body has become a reclining posture, the back and the chair back are triangular, and the center of gravity is placed on the chair back. In order to keep the chair stable, your father had to press the chair hard with both hands to prevent the stool from falling over, and as a result, various postures appeared in the photo ... "

The story of the photo is over, and my words are over. After seeing grandma's photo, grandma is no longer a title or a symbol. She filled my mind and became beautiful and familiar.

Hope to adopt!

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There is a photo in my photo album, which was taken when I was a child. In the photo, I was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and rolling in the snow. I was covered with snowflakes, and a snowball hit me right in the face, just like a Santa Claus. But I am still very happy, with a bright smile on my face. Every time I see this photo, I can't help thinking of one thing.

It was a cold winter morning, and everything was wrapped in silver. Pedestrians on the road are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, leaving footprints of different shades on the snow-covered road. I proposed a snowball fight and everyone agreed. So my mother took me to have a snowball fight with big brother and second brother. After a while, we came to the field. Looking around, I saw a vast white field, and there was no one there. This is really a good battlefield. The battle began, and all three of us stepped up our time to make "weapons"-snowballs. In a short time, the weapons of the three of us were ready. The eldest brother and the second brother went to war first, only to see the second brother hiding behind a tree and shooting at the eldest brother fiercely. Not to be outdone, the eldest brother not only avoided the second brother's wave after wave of attacks, but also launched a counterattack. I hid aside and prepared to steal it again when they all lost. After all, eldest brother is better than others. In a short time, he beat the second brother out of the water, but he also ran out of shells. At this time, I just launched an attack on them, and they were caught off guard and fled in confusion. This annoyed my two brothers, who ganged up on me. Snowballs rained down on me, and I couldn't dodge, covered in snowflakes. Suddenly, a big snowball hit me, and I rolled with a carp and fell to the ground. But it didn't last long. I saw my second brother rush in front of me, grabbed a snowball and hit me. I quickly rolled aside, but it was too late, with "beep!" Suddenly, I became a big face. With a click, my mother pressed the shutter of the camera and took this funny scene. The three of us continue to fight. Laughter and shouts echoed in the sky for a long time. ...

Although it has been several years, I still can't help laughing when I see this photo. How I wish I were a boy again and had snowball fights with my brothers!