The story composition in the photo 1 I took this photo in Hangyangling. Although it is just an ordinary photo, there is an unforgettable story behind it.
The foreground of the story is that my father's friends and our family went to Yangxingling to climb the mountain. When we came to the foot of the mountain, although all around the mountain were blocked by trees, we still looked up at the mountain-very high, bah! It's magnificent. I climbed the steps without saying anything. When climbing the mountain, the first third is a gentle slope, so the pressure is not very great, but in the middle third, the steps on each floor become higher, and I am more tired. In the last third, the steps became higher. As a short-legged person, I am under great pressure. In the first third, I took two or three steps at a time, leaving everyone behind like the wind. At this time, my father said, "Don't run so fast, or you will be overwhelmed behind." I didn't listen to my father, but when I got to the back, I couldn't keep up. When I reached the top of the mountain, my lungs were about to explode, but my father said with a straight face, "I told you not to run so fast." If you don't listen, you can't follow me. " I never climbed mountains again after that.
This is the story in the photo. Although I have many other photos, this one is my most unforgettable one.
Story composition 2 in the photo, I look through the old photos when I have nothing to do in the afternoon. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a photo and melted my heart. In the photo, my chubby cousin is standing behind me, leaning on my arm.
It opened the door of my mind's long-closed memory, which made me fall into a state of meditation when I was busy doing my homework at the moment, and immersed me in the sea of green flowers.
My cousin's personality is very different from that of a child now. When I was a child, my cousin loved to run and was very naughty. Young and frivolous, he took me with him as soon as I started school. Running around the village. He knows everything about sesame. Zhang San's cock was lost the day before yesterday, and a strange man appeared at Li Si's door today. There is nothing he doesn't know. He is really "well-read" in this respect!
The most lively is during the Spring Festival. Every household lights up the whole village. There is no family without the red word "fu", so that the whole village is the same. The Spring Festival is a good time to scare away young animals to keep them safe. Since we want to scare them, how can we make less noise? In order not to dilute the flavor of the year, my cousin took the money and ran to the store above, and then saw him walking home with a plastic bag on his stomach. "here! Play first, not enough to buy. " Cousin is very proud, waving the paper money he found as if he had earned it himself. I looked at these colorful "things" in surprise. I didn't expect my cousin to have a bad idea He contacted the older children in the village and used fireworks as weapons, which scared me out of my wits and escaped from their so-called "secret base".
Once at school, I saw my cousin standing motionless outside the office with a round belly. Stop on time. I am in distress situation, cousin. When will you be sensible?
Two years ago ... I was already a sixth-grade student. I am about to face the door of junior high school. Confused and depressed inside. What is junior high school that parents have discussed for n times? Additional subjects? Boarding? Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing? I can't breathe ... in my heart, the world is full of flowers and birds, but now there is a fog covering my eyes.
Hey, there seems to be a shadow in front of the fog. That shadow looms. Who is it? Although the shadow did not move, I always felt that it disappeared with a whoosh. I will speed up my steps, and I will catch it! Like a man lost in the desert, he endured loneliness for dozens of days and suddenly found a figure in front of him. Anxious to catch him! Heaven, the shadow in the distance, help me this lost person!
Towards evening, my cousin asked me to accompany him. "Go ride a bike," he said to me. He and I each hobbled along the country road on a bicycle. My cousin is in front of me. He went to technical secondary school, lost his naughty childhood and lost his stomach. "You are going to junior high school soon," he broke the silence. "Oh, oh." I promise, although I have heard a lot about this topic, I still feel very strange. "If you want to stay in junior high school, you have to wash your own clothes." My cousin turned to look at me, as if to ask, can you? Can you really do it? I immediately blushed and felt inferior. Can I really do it?
"It's okay, let nature take its course, I see you are so big, still get along so much. I'm so charming, I haven't finished washing my own clothes yet. " My cousin smiled sincerely, which made my heart shine. Cousin can, so can I.
Cousin began to stare at the front again. "I hate myself before. Why am I so fun? I missed school and middle school. I can only learn to drive. I'm really unwilling. If I can't get the certificate, I can only work in my mother's shop. " My heart is very calm. What is my cousin's mood at the moment? What should I do now? Comfort him? It doesn't seem appropriate. Who knows what he is thinking? Only silence. Straight ahead, the clouds in the distance cleared away. "I'm sorry," my cousin scolded. The sun is looming, and the setting sun shines into the distance through the clouds.
"study hard." Cousin said. Study hard? I have heard this proverb since I was a child, and I can recite it backwards, from the mouth of a young man who was down and out and now regrets it ... Yes, we all have to refuel! The distant sunset, emitting golden light, fell on two confused teenagers. ...
Enduring loneliness, I plucked up my courage, broke into the fog in my heart and went straight to the black shadow. Soon, soon, I will catch up! Under the sky, the fog gradually dissipated. I looked into the distance. The road in the distance is getting clearer and clearer. The black shadow, gradually forming. In a blink of an eye, the fog disappeared, and there was a scene of prosperity: the stream flowed slowly, the grass grew slowly, the trees sprouted ... and everything started again. ...
A photo, a chubby body, hug me ... if time can never. ...
Story composition in the photo 31937 At 8 o'clock on August 28th, six bombers dropped more than 20 missiles over Beijing.
People want to escape by train. At the railway station, all kinds of voices, people are screaming, and the sound of planes falls from the sky. People are happy to leave this terrible place, but imagination and reality are two worlds. Bombers blew up the railway station before the train started.
Hearing a loud noise and seeing scattered debris, people panicked, left their luggage and fled in a hurry. The crowd was bombed beyond imagination, dead, injured, scattered, and the family was ruined.
Everything is calm, but it's a mess here. Houses and buildings collapsed, wires were smashed, and sparks appeared from time to time. The overpass was also broken, the train was blown to pieces, and the tracks were blown away.
At this time, the reporter arrived. He was attracted by the cry of a child. He saw the little boy covered in blood and ragged, so he took him to a relatively flat place and took this photo.
The fate of the little boy is still a mystery. War is terrible. We must cherish peace.
I picked up an old photo album at random. These photos remind me of the past. There are landscape photos, life photos and commemorative photos. The photo records my growing experience. When I saw a photo taken at Malan Farm, the scene immediately came to my mind.
This is a picture of me holding a big German wolfhound with a black back. The big German shepherd crouched about my age. I was so scared. I have been afraid of dogs since I was a child. In order to overcome my fear of dogs, my parents never let me touch dogs, and this time is no exception. But this dog is too big. With everyone's encouragement, I finally got close to the big German shepherd. Look carefully, it's not as terrible as you think. I touched it, and it looked into my eyes very gently, so I took this photo with the big German shepherd.
I will never forget this photo, and I will never forget that day, because since then, I am not as afraid of dogs as before, and even let me like puppies. I'm so happy to think of this!
It was a hot summer, and my parents and I went there. Wow, this is really a paradise on earth! There are many colors everywhere, and the mountains are very high. Seen from a distance, these mountains are grotesque, like steamed buns, like lions, like waves rolled up by strong winds. ...
Suddenly, I made a terrible discovery: I found an "African" person! I stood quietly on the edge of the lawn, motionless. They're terrible. They are all dark, with axes in their right hands and leopard skins and straw hats on their heads. You can tell at a glance that they are ferocious people. I was scared to tears, but I couldn't run, as if I had two heavy stones tied to my feet. "Mom and Dad, come and save me!" I shouted, but my parents took out their cameras and snapped them for me.
When I grew up slowly, I learned from my mother that the "Africa" I went to as a child was a tourist attraction in the window of the world. Of course, Africa, which I talked about for a long time, was played by China people, and my face turned red at once. How could I be so stupid?
Story composition 6 in the photo When I opened the photo album of my childhood, I was attracted by a yellowed photo. There were four people, two adults and two children in the photo. ...
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Ah! This child is so cute! He is playing with another child by the water, laughing so happily! So do two adults. Hey! Isn't this a family photo?
Isn't this lovely child me? Isn't the other child my sister? There are two adults? Aren't they my parents? Ah! This is a family photo of my family. At that time, the time was so happy, so happy and so beautiful!
Although the scenes in my memory are vague, I still remember some.
That day, my parents took my sister and me to play by the stream in the yard. I spilled water on my sister. My sister threw water at me when she was angry. Just then, my uncle next to me took a picture of my sister, my parents and me.
This yellowed photo left not only traces of years, but also memories of my childhood.
There are many photos in my photo album, one of which is my favorite.
It was in the winter vacation of the second grade, when I participated in the "shining star anchor" small host contest held by Watch Art House and got the honorary certificate.
The game has started. The first student to come out is the second grade. I looked at them anxiously. It's my turn soon. I feel ten little rabbits jumping in my heart, nervous and excited. When it was my turn, I took a deep breath on the stage and thought to myself: Have confidence and believe that I can do it. At this moment, I glanced at my mother again and thought, Mom, I will never let you down.
In this way, I played my usual practice level normally and was recognized by the judges and teachers. I looked at my mother and saw that she smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. At this time, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After the competition, I won the award of Excellence for the anchor and small host of the shining star, and the teacher also took this precious photo for me.
The story in the photo makes me unforgettable for a long time, and also makes me understand that as long as you are willing to work hard, you will gain something.
In my photo album, there is a photo that I took when I went to Zhengzhou Aquarium.
It was when I was 7 years old that I went to my sister's house-Zhengzhou. My sister took me to the aquarium to play. I came to a carnivorous fish. It swam to me and opened its mouth as if to say, "I am a carnivorous fish." Don't underestimate me. I can eat a big fish a day! " "
I don't believe it, so I said to it, "I can eat three big fish a day!" " Maybe I will eat you! "It seemed to understand, and said," I can eat people when I am older! ""I was a little scared and said, "We are bigger than our mouths. Whoever has the biggest mouth wins. "
My sister came to take this ridiculous photo.
I like this funny photo!
Story composition 9 in the photo There is a photo of our family in my photo album. Whenever I see it, I am very excited. I can't help thinking of that pleasant trip.
This photo was taken by my family in front of Bifengxia Waterfall in Ya 'an at noon last summer. On that day, we set out from Chengdu and arrived at Bifeng Gorge after two hours' drive. The mountains here rise and fall, towering into the sky. In the distance, I heard the crash of the waterfall. Listen to dad, the scenery there is beautiful. I can't wait to find the sound of water and come to the waterfall. Standing at the foot of the waterfall and looking up, I saw the waterfall crashing down from a cliff dozens of feet high, forming a deep pool. We play in the water by the beach. Some water splashed on my feet, some hit my clothes and some hit my neck. Our father saw a photographer nearby by the pool. He said, "The scenery here is so beautiful. Please take a family photo for us." With a click, the photographer left us with a beautiful moment and an eternal memorial.
Look, I'm standing among my parents, laughing happily!
The story composition in the photo 10 came back from Hongmei Park today and saw the photo in my mother's mobile phone. I found many photos in my mother's mobile phone. Every photo records our happy life every day. Looking through it, I found an interesting photo. This photo gives us a new perspective, our father, cold.
Usually, my father is always serious in my heart, but when I was playing my beloved marbles with my brother that day, I said to my brother, "We are playing big marbles on the ground with small marbles in our hands. We won two of the three games. No matter who wins, big marbles are their true colors. " When we had a good time, my father came like a big tiger, and my brother and I were as scared as his prey. I thought, "What did I do wrong?" We were shocked by the next scene. Dad fell to the ground to play with us. He is like a big brother, with two younger brothers and sisters. Don't look down on him. Although he wears a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, when he plays marbles one by one, he can only see him lying on the ground, putting the marbles in front of two fingers, and then closing one eye to aim at the marbles. After aiming at the target, he gently played marbles with his hand. Marbles fly out and hit the marbles.
Looks like dad's not that scary.
The story composition in the photo 1 1 Look, who is the beautiful girl in that photo? I am wearing two croissants and a pink scarf, standing in front of colorful flowers, smiling so sweetly. That is me. That's a photo of Zhang Zhengui I took in Beishan Park when I was more than four years old.
I remember that day, my mother took me to play in Beishan Park. There are all kinds of flowers in the park, surrounded by beautiful small flower beds, red, white, yellow, purple, colorful and very beautiful. I can't help dancing among the flowers: turn left, turn right, twist my ass and neck. Let's do some exercise together. I seem to be a flower, lingering among the flowers. My mother filmed my last move when I wasn't looking, and then said, "Yu Yi, come and see, you dance really well!" " After listening to my mother's words, my heart is full of joy! It turned out that my mother took a photo of me with a digital camera. I was a little curious, so I ran to see it. It is this photo that keeps the good times.
I like this photo because I like the lovely smile on my face, as well as the lush trees, bright flowers and beauty! What a beautiful photo of Zhang Zhengui! composition
Story composition in photos 12 Whenever I open a thick photo album, photos recording my growth will appear in front of my eyes, and they will always remind me of infinite memories.
Among many photos, my favorite is the one sitting in a walker when I was a child. In the photo, I'm not good at walking. I sat in the walker, with a bowl in my hand, slipped into the yard and turned to look at my mother with a smug smile, as if to say, "Haha, am I fast enough?" Can't catch up with me? "
Every time I look at this photo, I always smile at the same time. My mother said that this photo was taken when I was over one year old. That was when I just learned to walk with a walker. I always walked around the yard happily. My mother was about to let me eat. I walked up to my mother naughtily and grabbed a bowl. My mother turned around and took the bowl in my hand, so I sat in the walker and ran out as fast as I could. My fast mom didn't react at once, and I smiled at her with a smug face. At this time, my father just came out to see this scene, so he took out his camera and pressed the shutter, leaving me this photo.
I like this photo, which records my growth and is a good memory of my happy childhood.
Story composition in the photo 13 On my way to the future, someone got off the bus ... reluctantly but grateful.
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This photo originated from a sad story and belongs to Le Yi. When Le Yi remembers this story, she will be dumbfounded, meditating and thinking. My throat seems to be blocked by cotton, and tears appear in my eyes. There will be countless guilt and regrets, and I seem to have left regrets.
This story originated from my late gentle grandmother. I want to say sorry to her. I miss her very much. I want to say something in front of her that I don't want to say anyway, but she can't hear me. ...
Maybe with my grandmother's tolerance, she won't blame me, but I'm sorry for her. I'm really sorry. I seldom give my grandmother care, or even … accept her care.
I used to go back to my grandmother's house very few times. Although there is a car at home, my parents are very busy at work and have no time to go back. Therefore, I don't seem to have deep feelings for my grandmother, because I don't have much contact with her. But I seem to have deep feelings for her, because of blood? Because grandma loves me? I don't quite understand. But I will never forget my grandmother.
What impressed me the most was my grandmother's cordial greeting, "Do you want to go to a small shop to buy something to eat?" Every time grandma asks me, I always shake my head. Because my grandmother is seriously ill and needs chemotherapy. After cutting her hair, grandma's appearance is not amiable. I didn't know what spiritual beauty was when I was a child. We can only judge a book by its cover. It was superficial, but it was my truest thought at that time. But it's really only because of grandma's refusal that I feel that I may not have so deep guilt and regret.
But every time I refuse, my grandmother will pester my parents to accompany me. I really can't imagine how painful and sad my grandmother would be at that time, but she always just smiled gently and never spoke. That smile is a bit bitter, no wonder I am so ugly. Now that I think about it, I'm really sorry about grandma. But I didn't know how to repent at that time, so every time I go back, the first thing I see must be lying in the yard.
Grandma lying in a chair, although she will definitely ask me if I want to go to a small shop to buy food every time, I will. But my answer. It has always been the kind of chilling answer, and moving is also the kind of touching that makes people sad. I regret it. Can time come again? The recliner is still there, the yard is still there, but the lovely people are gone, and the caring greetings are scattered with the wind. Can the train on the road to the future go back? I don't think so.
Think again, the most contact with my grandmother was that tea picking. Grandma collects tea for a living, in the old Yuhang Garden (now the house is demolished, but the tea trees in Chashan are still there. There will be many mountains and streams around there, which is a beautiful place. The altitude of the mountain is not high, there are tea trees planted by grandparents everywhere, and there are also traces of grandparents' struggle when they were young. After I went up the mountain, I saw all kinds of tea trees on it, all of which looked similar. I know nothing about distinguishing tea leaves. Grandpa can be confused sometimes, but grandma knows it. Which tea is longer, which tea is greener and which tea is lighter. Listening to grandma's introduction from tree to tree, I smiled patiently. Finally, when I was holding my little hand carefully, I gave birth to a heart that wanted to be close to my grandmother for the first time. I heard that these tea trees are all planted in places that are not of origin, and some of them are difficult to feed, but my mother said that grandma miraculously fed most of the tea trees. I think it must be very hard for grandma to plant trees! Although those teas are not produced in the country of origin, and the taste is not so pure, I think those teas have a different taste.
Sorry, grandma. I didn't do many things before you died. After you died, I began to miss you again. I always feel a little unfilial, but I really miss you!
Thought of it, I dare not open the door of dusty memory and go inside to find your figure, but even if I don't look for you, you will run out. You really embarrass me.
My future road, I am very sad that you got off the bus, but I also appreciate you and love you very much, because you taught me to miss and cherish the present and reflect on my behavior. And all kinds of complicated emotions. You are a good grandmother, and you can create a better life with your hands. You must have practiced picking tea so quickly. So you are really an excellent tea-picking girl! You are no worse than grandpa. You are such a woman. I want to learn from grandma!
You are the best grandmother in the world and the best grandmother in my heart. I love you very much. Grandma, you are my most beautiful and wonderful story.
Story composition in the photo 14 This photo is a photo of our primary school graduation, which means a lot to me.
This photo was signed by all the students when our class graduated. The big letters on the photo were written by my primary school teacher, which read "The ideal sail sets sail from here-the graduation ceremony of Class 1, Grade 6, Qinghe Primary School." The time to write these words is probably before the graduation ceremony of Class Two and Class One. I forgot too. I just forgot when it was written, but I didn't forget when we wrote our names.
The morning when our two classes held their graduation ceremony together. At noon, the teacher asked us to write our names on the blackboard. I was the first person to write my name on the blackboard. When we returned to the classroom in the afternoon, we saw the blackboard again. At noon, my place is no longer the blackboard. It's full of names. The colors on the blackboard are all colorful, but the names on the blackboard are not complete. What he lacks is Luan Xinyi, Hou, Du Ruize and Li. Although they didn't come back, we will remember them. I hope we will do the same when we graduate from junior high school, and write our names on the blackboard.
This photo is memorable. We will take good care of it. The story in the photo.
The story composition in the photo 15 There is a happy photo on my desk. Every time I see that photo, I will think of the interesting things of that day.
One day in the summer vacation, my mother announced that she would take me to the prairie. I am very happy to hear that. I quickly put on my clothes, walked down the stairs in three steps and ran to the station. At the station, we got on the bus and headed for the prairie.
When I arrived at the grassland, I saw many grasses and some small flowers dotted among them, just like a green belt with many gems tied on it. The grassland is like a big flower bed, very beautiful.
In the distance, I saw a big horse grazing leisurely, so we went to the side of the horse to take pictures. When I first came to the horse, my excitement disappeared. My heart is beating so fast that I look small in front of the horse. When the horse brayed, I was so scared that I thought, This horse can trample me to death with one foot. "My mother encouraged me and said," Don't be afraid, I'm sure I can climb up. I got up the courage to climb up. This horse is really good! When I got on the horse, it walked forward.
Just then, my mother pressed the shutter of the camera, leaving this unforgettable moment. When I see this photo, I will think of it.