1. Essay on the story behind the photo

[Essay on the story behind the photo]

When I look at the photos of my family, others think I have a happy family. Family, the story behind the photo essay. But who knew that this happy family had gone through so many ups and downs. This oldest photo was taken in May 1991 in front of my grandfather's hospital bed. It has been more than ten years ago. In the photo, my grandfather was lying on the hospital bed, looking haggard. At that time, my grandfather had bone and blood cancer, and all the family money was used to save my grandfather. There were 11 people in the family, and they needed money to eat, drink, and take care of themselves. How could they live without money? At that time, the whole family's life depended on my grandfather's small salary. Now, my grandfather’s pillar of support has collapsed, and the family’s source of income has also disappeared. Moreover, my aunt, uncle, and sister are studying and are in urgent need of money. We can’t let them drop out of school, right? With so many problems, what should we do? The burden of family is like a cloud, floating around and landing on someone's shoulders. Finally, my aunt and uncle took the initiative to shoulder the burden and started their "family maintenance plan." After hearing the news, my parents also joined the bandwagon. As a result, the whole family's food and drink, as well as the tuition fees for their aunt and uncle, fell on the shoulders of these four people. At that time, my parents had just started working, and their combined monthly salary was only more than 150 yuan. My aunt didn't have a lot of money either. But they tried their best to improve the family's life and take good care of grandpa. Especially my aunt and uncle, among all the people, they have the hardest time. In order to make more money, they ran around, no matter how many miles they walked, or how many places they traveled to. They tried to do as much work as possible to make more money. Composition for the sixth grade of primary school "The story behind the photo composition". In order to save money, they sometimes only eat two meals a day, and each meal is a small bowl of sorghum rice and half a bowl of sweet potatoes. If they can't swallow it, they drink boiled water, and sometimes they only eat one meal! At the end of 1991, my grandfather unfortunately passed away. Mom always thinks the end of the world is coming, which makes her even more sad. Although my aunt was also very sad, she still encouraged my mother to be strong. In 1993, my aunt graduated from high school. In October 1994, with the birth of me, the birth of my younger brother, and my aunt joining the workforce, the family's life began to improve. By 1996, my uncle also joined the work force, and the whole family slowly embarked on the road to "eliminating poverty, becoming rich, and becoming well-off." In mid-June 1999, good news came: I won the award! This was my first time winning an award. I was only 5 years old at the time. I took pictures at the Workers' Cultural Palace with my sister and my partner next door. The one on the far left is me. When I took the photo, I was so happy. Not only because I won the award, but because I can finally use this award to comfort my devastated grandpa! The next year, the whole family's life was even better, my sister was born! In order to commemorate this wonderful time, to celebrate this reunion, and to express our inner joy, on New Year's Day in 2001, a family of 14 took this photo at my grandma's house in Liuyang. If you look carefully at the photos taken 10 years ago and the photos taken 10 years later, you will find that 4 more people have been added to the photos 10 years later, while 1 person is missing. I, my brother, my sister and my uncle have been added, but my grandpa has been missing. Look carefully, everyone's face is filled with happy smiles, especially grandma, who smiles like a cat. Since then, our family's life has really fallen into a sugar bowl - it feels so good inside and out! These are the three most representative photos of our home. These three photos record the ups and downs our family has gone through in the past 10 years, and also record the beautiful and brilliant tomorrow! An 800-word essay on the story behind the photo of Pan Yiting, Class 5 (4)

2. Write an essay on the story behind a photo

Guidance points: The scene in the photo is just In one part of your article, there are some things that others don’t know waiting for you to tell. This is the story “behind” the photo. Your movements and expressions must be described in detail, so that the image in the photo can be deeply imprinted in the readers' hearts.

Middle-grade children often encounter this kind of composition exercise: bring a photo and write the story behind the photo. Do you often choose those beautiful and cool photos? In fact, this choice just ignores the purpose of the exercise itself: telling the story behind the photo.

So, when you are facing these beautiful photos, you don’t know how to write.

So how to write such a composition well?

How to choose the ideal photo

Start by choosing a photo. Photos taken secretly or snatched by others are the first choice, because the moment must be wonderful to arouse the interest of the photographer. Maybe it's the crying after spilling the ice cream, maybe it's the joy when splashing water at the lake, maybe it's the unkempt appearance after labor... Search carefully, you must have such sad or happy memories in your photo album. If not, photos taken as a souvenir can also be considered. Of course, it’s not the kind of photo taken with a stone engraved with the name of a scenic spot.

After leaving kindergarten, will you leave your last memories on a familiar campus? When you went on stage for the first time, did you still feel the pride and pride you felt when you came on stage? The first time I took a plane, the first time I took the subway, the first time I learned to ride a bicycle... Each memorable photo witnessed each precious moment. There must be many stories behind these photos that are unique to you.

Write a story beyond the photo

Now it’s time to talk about how to write it. Looking at the title, you will find that this is an article about writing about something. Since it is an article about writing about something, it should clearly explain what happened. You should make it clear under what circumstances this photo was taken? What are you doing in the photo? How are you feeling? The scene in this photo may be the beginning of the matter, just like the author in this issue's sample article took the photo on the day of graduation to commemorate the kindergarten life; it may also be the climax of the matter, when you are fearful of the puppy chasing behind you. You cry; it could also be the end of the story, where you make the "V" sign after learning to ride a bicycle.

The scene in the photo is only a part of your article, and there are some things that others don’t know waiting for you to tell. This is the story “behind” the photo.

Detailed description is the key

Finally, I’ll teach you a little trick: “freeze” your photos. Just like close-ups in movies and TV, in an article like this, a detailed description of you in the photo is the key to a brilliant article. Your movements and expressions must be described in detail, so that the image in the photo can be deeply imprinted in the readers' hearts.

Now start opening the photo album, follow the teacher’s prompts to find such photos, and write such a story. At this time, you will definitely sigh: Oh! What truly records our lives is not beautiful photos, but photos with stories!

3. Composition on the story behind the photo

This photo was originally clear, but now it is hazy. It is the smears left inadvertently by the dust of the years. It was originally clear , everything that is clear is the artistic conception in the illusion. This artistic conception is the real process of life, and it is also the beauty embellished in the spring scenery brought by the wind.

A faint smile, a gentle gaze, reverie in an old photo, all the hazy memories..., recalling the good times in the past. Now, I can't put too much faith in this photo, because the spring days of that year will not last until now.

Spring goes and spring comes again, and the youth fades into twilight. After all, the photos are photos of the past. Although they contain a touch of emotion and the deepest wishes of the soul, they are also earthly thoughts of one wish. I don’t want to be in the photo for a long time, stick to the bottom line of my heart, close my desire, and keep the beauty until eternity. But I just think about it, hurting my own pain, maybe until the dusk and sunset turn to the night, and I convert all my thoughts. Get quiet relief.

This photo is in color, the color comes from endless reverie, and also comes from the eternal inheritance. Stories from ancient times can always depict beautiful visions and render everything as one wishes.

And those longings are deliberately fabricated, freehand, and also performed in reality. However, in the sky, the sound of the wind stopped, and the resentful sigh became thicker and clearer.

After staring at it for a long time, the photo gradually became blurred, and only the vaguely remembered face was still clearly visible. After all, I stared at him during the encounter, even though it was only a slight glance.

It may be said that there will always be absurd ideas in life inadvertently, but this idea is also a kind of desire, a secret pursuit, and perhaps even a kind of self-enhancing happiness in life. The photo was completely blurred and gradually disappeared from view, as if melting into the depth of the sky.

Presumably this is an inevitable result, because this photo is originally a scene in the environment, a past and an illusion of the present, and cannot be returned to the photo and merged again. Time flies by easily, and I gave up too many possessions in the past. Today, all I can think about is the illusion of longing.

I looked at this old photo and thought about it carefully. I was suffering and thinking deeply about the romance of the past. It was a burden that was difficult to vent. I don’t know how much sadness I would feel if I thought about it in such an environment. Continuing to eat away at the already haggard mood. Relaxing for oneself and letting go of her are not a detached comfort and benefit to oneself in life. The daydreams that are entangled in the world and the persistent pursuit of perfection are indeed the fatigue of depression. Lift. The following article is an online article about memories triggered by an old photo. Occasionally, I look back on the past and sigh that time passes so fast that it is indescribable.

A quick calculation shows that Xiao Qiao, myself, and Weiwei have been separated for about three years. Three years is a long, long time, long enough for a person to forget that they were childhood friends, and long enough for a person to always keep his best friend in a corner of his heart.

Thinking about it now, although Xiao Qiao and I are still in the same city, I am walking to the left, while Xiao Qiao is walking to the right. Weiwei, on the other hand, is on the other side of the world in Canada at this moment.

Three years ago, Xiao Qiao and I put Weiwei on the flight to Canada. At that moment, it was an unforgettable scene for Xiao Qiao, me, and Weiwei. Before boarding the plane, Xiao Qiao and Wei Wei hugged each other and silently blessed each other.

Weiwei gave each of us a photo of the three of us, with our three signatures on the back... "Ding dong!" The ringing of the doorbell interrupted my memories of the past, and I left. Go out and open the door. It's Xiao Qiao. "Qi Lan, let's go to the 'Wizard Forest' as usual."

Xiao Qiao stood at the door and smiled at me. "This is a good idea."

I thought to myself, put the notebook with the photo of the three of us in it into my backpack, took the money, and went out with Xiao Qiao. . Sitting in the same seat in the "Wizard Forest" as always, Xiao Qiao and I slowly started chatting.

"Weilan, when I arrived at your house just now, I saw you busy. What were you busy with?" Xiao Qiao asked me slowly, taking a sip of cappuccino. "Xiao Qiao, do you remember Weiwei?" I didn't answer her directly, but asked her a question.

"Of course I remember Weiwei, Wei Lan. I think you, like me, will never forget Weiwei, because we are each other's confidants, right?" Xiao Qiao answered very naturally, without any pretense, A completely sincere outpouring of emotion. I smiled at her knowingly. I knew that we understood each other very well. No matter how many disguises we put on each other, they would be vulnerable in front of us. We are three friends who can truly get into each other's hearts. We are more than friends. friend.

"Yes, Xiao Qiao, we can't forget each other, because we have already blended into each other's hearts." I stirred the Italian black coffee in the cup with a delicate spoon, "I just While packing things, I saw a group photo of the three of us."

Xiao Qiao was slightly startled, "Are you talking about the one Weiwei gave us when she left three years ago?" "Well, no. That's right, I'm talking about that one. ""That was a photo of the three of us taken a long time ago. It's been a long time, and I've almost forgotten where that photo was taken."

Xiao Qiao was very lonely, and her eyes were slightly red. "Xiao Qiao, don't be like this. That photo is just a small part of our beautiful memories."

I tried to comfort her. "But I shouldn't forget this. This is our most precious memory of each other."

Xiao Qiao is still as stubborn as before, refusing to forgive himself easily. "The story of the photo is so beautiful."

While comforting her, I told her the past stories one by one. It was the midsummer when Xiao Qiao, Wei Wei and I had just met. We were all still primary school students.

That time, we met to visit the bookstore together. Early on, we set off together.

We stayed in the bookstore for almost the whole afternoon, and we returned home with a full load at about three o'clock. Before going home, Weiwei suggested that we find a place to rest.

There happened to be a "Wizard Forest" not far away, so we went there together. The store is not very large, the business is pretty good, and the environment is very quiet.

We rested there, drank tea, and talked about the books we bought earlier. When we left, we took a photo there as a souvenir. The clerk of "Xianzhanglin" was very enthusiastic and took the photo for us.

4. A 600-word essay on the story behind a photo

When I open my childhood photo album, I always feel a warm current flowing through my heart.

When I think back to my childhood, I always wanted to grow up quickly, but when I grow up, I feel regretful about the wishes I made. "How wonderful it would be to be a child forever!" I often think like this.

Only when you open an old photo album can you realize how innocent, romantic, lively and cute you were when you were a child. His eyes followed the yellowed photos one after another.

After a long time, my eyes gradually stopped and fell on two photos of one crying and one laughing, as if time had frozen here. One is a photo of me crying, the other is a photo of me smiling. There are little-known stories hidden in them... My mother told me that these two photos were taken when I was six months old. of.

A crying photo is of me crying and making a fuss alone when the adults are not around. If no one hears me, or no one comes to look at me, I will keep crying. The cry stopped and she continued to cry. My mother was frightened and thought something had happened to me.

Later I found out what was going on. When my father found out, he took a photo of me while I was crying as a souvenir.

After hearing this, I couldn't help laughing. It turns out that this kind of thing happened to me when I was a kid! Then, my mother told me the story behind another photo.

Everyone knows that summer is hot, and people will buy watermelon to eat. But I am the guy who loves watermelon most in the family.

When I was six months old, my father bought a watermelon and I wanted to eat it. In desperation, Dad had to cut off a piece for me to eat.

I ate it with gusto. Because my teeth had just grown, I nibbled and nibbled slowly. The juice flowed down the corners of my mouth, and I slowly enjoyed the delicious food in the world.

Dad picked up the camera and took this photo with a click. After listening, I felt a strange feeling in my heart? Indescribable feeling.

However, I think I am very happy.

5. The story behind the mother’s photo is about 500 words. Requirements: Find a photo of my mother in the past, and

The story behind the photo. Today I opened the photo album and saw these pictures. This photo was taken when my mother took me to the Lotus Pond Park to feed the pigeons when I was four years old. It was a sunny morning. My mother and I came to the park and saw a group of pigeons flying all over the sky from a distance. When we arrived at the pigeon area, My mother bought a bag of corn kernels. I took it over and opened it in a hurry, ah! The corn kernels shimmered like pearls under the sunlight. My mother asked me to reach out and feed the pigeons, but I didn't dare, for fear that the little pigeons' pointed little beaks would peck me. I only dared to throw it to them from a distance and watch. Watching these cute little guys rushing to peck at the corn kernels, I smiled happily. After feeding the pigeons, I asked the grandfather who raised the pigeons what kind of pigeon this was and why was it different from other pigeons? The old man proudly told me: "This is a peacock pigeon. Look at its tail, does it look like a peacock spreading its tail?" ''I looked at it again and jumped up happily and shouted, yes, yes! Really like little peacocks! Now I have come to the pigeon area of ??Lianhuachi Park again, but I can’t see this group of peacock pigeons. Where will they go? well! When can I see this group of beautiful and lovely peacocks and pigeons again? The famous teacher commented: "Ah! The corn kernels are shining like pearls under the sunlight." Look, how beautiful the language is! Incorporating all the outside scenery into your own words is a high-level performance in writing. "This is a peacock pigeon. Look at its tail, does it look like a peacock spreading its tail?" ''The writing of quotation marks (you should pay attention when typing) at the end is a sign of regret, and it also calls on us to take active actions to protect our environment. The author did not say it directly, but there is something in the words. This may be a picture Old photos give us food for thought.

6. The Second "Telling the Stories Behind the Photos" Essay Competition

Telling the Stories Behind the Photos There are many photos stored in the photo album at my home. Whenever I look through it, When I opened it, the past days were shown in front of me like a movie. When I turned to the end, I was attracted by three photos. These photos were all of my family's house and were well preserved. I picked up the first photo, After taking a closer look, I found that this was a house from my grandfather's generation. It was only a dozen square meters. It was low and shabby. The walls were made of mud and the wooden doors were in tatters. Whenever it rained, the house leaked. My grandfather said that at that time The people in the village did not have enough to eat. The pigs were fed food thrown away from small restaurants. Life was very difficult. Then I started to look at the second photo. The house in the photo was already a two-story building with fifty or sixty people. square meters, and the walls are also made of bricks, which are much stronger than before. It can be seen that people's lives have undergone tremendous changes. Finally, I looked at the third photo. This is our current house. We have lived in a spacious and bright house. The community is more than 100 square meters. Computers and mobile phones have entered our lives, and we have also purchased private cars. Through computers, we can shop at home. With air conditioning, I am no longer afraid of hot summers and cold winters. Grandpa said What we eat now is better than what they used to eat during the Chinese New Year. The life we ??live now is something they never dared to imagine before! After seeing these photos, I deeply felt that under the correct leadership of the Communist Party of China, the living standards and quality of life of the people have been greatly improved. In the decades since the founding of New China, earth-shaking changes have taken place in the motherland. Changes, we must cherish this hard-won good life. As the future successors of our motherland, we must study hard, work hard, and contribute our own strength to our motherland when we grow up, so that our motherland will have a better tomorrow. , more brilliant.

7. A 600-word essay on the story behind a photo

When I open my childhood photo album, I always feel a warm current flowing through my heart. Looking back on my childhood, I always wanted to grow up quickly, but when I grew up, I felt regretful about the wishes I had made. "How wonderful it would be to be a child forever!" I often think like this.

Only when you open an old photo album can you realize how innocent, romantic, lively and cute you were when you were a child. His eyes followed the yellowed photos one after another. For a long time, my eyes gradually stopped and fell on two photos of one crying and one laughing, as if time had frozen here. One photo is of me crying, and the other is a photo of me smiling. There are little-known stories hidden in them...

My mother said to me, these two photos are of me. Taken when I was six months old. The picture of crying is when the adults are not around, and I am crying and making a fuss all by myself. If no one hears me, or no one comes to look at me, I will keep crying and continue until I am silent. cry. My mother was frightened and thought something had happened to me. Later I found out what was going on. When my father found out, he took a photo while I was crying as a souvenir.

After hearing this, I couldn't help laughing. It turns out that this kind of thing happened to me when I was a kid!

Then, my mother told me the story behind another photo.

Everyone knows that it is hot in summer, and people will buy watermelon to eat. But I am the guy who loves watermelon most in the family. When I was six months old, my father bought a watermelon and I wanted to eat it. In desperation, my father had to cut off a piece for me to eat.

I ate it with gusto. Because my teeth had just grown, I nibbled and nibbled slowly. The juice flowed down the corners of my mouth, and I slowly enjoyed the delicious food in the world. Dad picked up the camera and took this photo with a click.

After listening, I felt a strange feeling in my heart? Indescribable feeling. However, I think I am very happy!

8. Essay on the story behind an old photo

Broken bridges, collapsed houses, train stations in ruins... This is August 28, 1937. The real scene captured by reporters when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station.

Sitting next to the ruins was a child who had just turned two or three years old. This child was called Xiao Zhuang. He had just returned from his hometown with his father, mother and brother. The family on the train were still saying: There was laughter, a heartwarming scene. As soon as I got out of the car, there was a rumbling bombing sound above my head. Dad pulled his brother and mother held Xiao Zhuang, squeezing through the chaotic crowd. Due to the large number of people, dad and brother They were separated, and only mother was holding Xiao Zhuang.

At this time, a bomb fragment flew towards Xiao Zhuang. In order to protect Xiao Zhuang, his mother used her body to protect Xiao Zhuang. The bomb fragment hit his mother on the back of the head. Her mother fell in a pool of blood and could never get up.

The ignorant man looked at all this and became timid. His family is gone, his home is gone, where is he going? Who will take care of him? How will he live in the future? Just one bomb and one bomb fragment destroyed a happy and happy family. Why? Just to occupy a piece of land? In order that many families will no longer be destroyed, let us appeal: Stop the war, long live peace.

9. Essay on the story behind the photo

[Essay on the story behind the photo]

Look, the cute kid with the round head in the photo is me, then A photo of me when I was one year old, and a composition on the story behind the photo. Looking at the photos, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought. When I was born, my mother's original weight of 105 kilograms dropped to 80 kilograms not long after. Everyone started to get busy for me. The hardest thing at that time was my grandfather and grandmother, especially my grandmother. When I was 9 months and 10 days old, my father and mother had no time to take care of me due to work reasons, so my grandmother took me to her home. Composition "Photos" for the sixth grade of elementary school The story behind the essay. I was too young, not sensible, and very willful. When I was eating, I refused to eat, so my grandma would feed me bite by bite. Sometimes, after grandma feeds me dinner, I insist on going out to play. Grandma goes out to play with me before she even finishes the meal. When I go to sleep, I have to have someone hold me in order to fall asleep. Grandma would sleep with me in her arms. When I fell asleep, grandma and grandpa went to work. When I woke up and didn't see grandma and grandpa, I cried. There was no one to play with me, so I played with the door lock. I accidentally trapped myself in the house. My grandma borrowed a ladder from somewhere else, climbed in through the window, and patiently taught me to open the door. When I was one year old, my grandma and grandpa took this photo of me. Looking at the photo, I wanted to say to everyone who cared about me: "Thank you!" A 350-word essay on the story behind the photo

< p> 10. Bonus points for the fifth grade composition "Stories in Photos" for being well written (30)

There is a photo in my photo album. Whenever I see this The photo always shows a blushing face. I was six years old at the time, and I was naively holding a mop. You may ask why I feel blushing when I see this photo. I will tell you slowly... When I was a child, Your mother will weigh you and measure your height every few months. I remember one day when I was six years old, I heard my mother say excitedly: "Ah, Tingting has grown two centimeters in three months!" Grandma who was mopping the floor heard it, and hurriedly put down the mop, picked me up, and said happily: "Oh, my baby's heart is getting taller and taller. You should eat more food and nutritious food in the future." Delicacies grow faster this way. At this time, I was looking in the mirror happily after being praised by my grandma. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the mop placed next to the mirror. I looked left and right, hey, the mop I unexpectedly found was the same as mine. The height is the same. "Ah, I know how old the mop is!" "I screamed in surprise as if I had discovered a new world. My mother and grandma looked at each other in surprise and asked in confusion: "Does a mop have an age? "I said seriously: "You don't know how to use your brain? Of course he is six years old! "My mother asked doubtfully: "Why? "Because the mop is the same height as me!" "I said proudly. Suddenly, everyone in the family was laughing so hard. My mother held back her laughter and said, "Oh, silly boy, a mop has no height, only a shelf life! "No!" "I said coquettishly." Oh, let's just listen to Tingting! "Grandma comforted me. Mom said seriously: "Okay, in order to commemorate that Tingting and Mop are the same height today, I will take a photo of you two." Then there was a "click" and this special photo was left. Now I have grown a lot taller, and the mop only reaches my armpit. Because of that special friendship, I am still not willing to throw it away.