(1) Write a composition with the story in the photo.

on August 28th, 1937, the sky was dark and the sun was covered by layers of dark clouds. However, the South Railway Station in Shanghai is still bustling, and people who are going to leave by train are unaware that a small group of fully armed Japanese soldiers are approaching the entrance of the railway station. With submachine guns in their hands and bullet bags hanging around their waists, they quickly scanned the busy people around them with the eyes of wolves.

Suddenly, a commander-like man raised his submachine gun and fired at the noisy crowd. Several young people at the ticket gate were so frightened by this sudden attack that they suddenly fell into a pool of blood. Those children who sit in front of the platform to rest and play, some timid, have long been scared to cry; There are also some courageous people who have fled in all directions. The whole railway station was shrouded in fear, and the air was frozen with murderous look.

With the buzzing sound, several bow-tie fighters with different colors and shapes are flying here. I saw them hovering over the railway station like some ferocious eagles, dropping several bombs and then flying away. Bombs fell into the South Railway Station like lightning, and the South Railway Station, which was still bustling an hour ago, instantly turned into ruins.

From the ruins of the South Railway Station, there were a series of immature cries. I saw a little boy sitting on the blood-spattered ground crying helplessly. He is in rags, his thin body supports his big head, and he is obviously a poor child with malnutrition. He is a poor child and the luckiest one at the same time. When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, the young parents pressed the sleeping child under their bodies and provided him with a shelter with their lives. A few minutes later, a steel plate landed squarely on the couple ...

When the child woke up, he could never find his parents among the unrecognizable bodies around him. The child may have realized that the person who loves him most has left him, and he doesn't know what else to do except cry. Ah! This is a 1-year-old baby. He is covered with blood, some wounds are covered with soot, and some wounds have suppurated. No wonder he cried so much. When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, his parents pinned him under his body and provided him with a refuge with their lives. How lucky he was, he was the only one who miraculously survived the bombing. Two days later, the unconscious child was rescued by the search and rescue team of the Soviet Embassy in China, and his parents were crushed to death.

At that time, the search and rescue team leader told reporters: "There are really not many people in China who can be rescued under such circumstances." Now, that child is 7 years old and lives in Russia. The Japanese bombing of Shanghai South Railway Station has left an indelible shadow on his mind. Here, I want to appeal to the whole world: "Save the children, push the war to the abyss, and bring peace with us.

(2) How to write the story in the photo!

1. Association 2. Diffusion thinking

First of all, write how you found the photo. Tell me who is in this photo, whether it's a landscape photo or a person photo, such as a photo of a little girl holding her mother's hand or a photo of a boy holding a football

Then make associations according to the people in the photo. Or from his clothes, clothes and movements, he is associated with his lively or quiet personality, or from the shape and manner of the characters, he is associated with the stories of his time. If the old woman is sewing clothes in the photo, you can write about how an old man raised his children in hard times, how kind, how caring and how great the spirit is, and then associate yourself with the experience of this old woman's most self-care as a child, and write specific things

That's what it means. It's up to you to play

(3) the story in the photo. How to write this composition

The story in the photo

The first one: the story in the photo < A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo is full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and unusual photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken in the living room on the third floor of my new home on the first day of January, 21. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple in my hand from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents came to my house with my cousins, uncles and aunts. In the process of chatting, my father asked me to take a group photo with my grandparents and my cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason to let my father go to the fourth floor with me first.

on the fourth floor, my father asked me what to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are grandsons of grandparents, of course, you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think like this," my father then taught me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should honor and love her. Without grandma, there would be no father, and without father, there would be no you! " I suddenly realized that I had made a mistake just now. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily went back to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took the photo, took a big apple with great respect and handed it to my grandmother. Grandma smiled and handed the apple back to me. She kindly said, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson's heart is appreciated. You'd better eat!" Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I'm holding the apple my grandma left me and staring at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment stayed in the camera forever. After drying out the photos, I took them to plastic and collected them in an album.

A photo with such a story in it; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and love my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.

article 2: the story in the photo

time is like running water, which flows quietly day and night. I also grew from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to keep tears in a notebook.

I put down the photo album that has been dusty for a long time, and my thoughts began to roll. I touch every photo, and every photo tells a story, about me and my childhood. My eyes suddenly stopped at a photo with some yellow edges, and I laughed happily.

in this photo. There is a little girl in a dress with a croissant braid. She is crying in the sky. This is me. There is also a big boy who laughs badly while eating lollipops, and that is my brother.

I remember it was an autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the shop. My brother wanted to eat it too, but I just didn't give it to him, so he gave me a bad brain.

He lied to me that a bigger and more beautiful lollipop can be found in my mother's car basket, and whoever gets it belongs to whom. I really want it, so I have to go and get it. At that time, I was too short to reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me, and I moved the stool to turn over my mother's basket.

I didn't find a lollipop in the basket. I was just about to ask my brother. Looking back, he was holding my lollipop and eating it! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I sat on the ground and cried. It happened to be photographed by my aunt who just bought a camera.

It's been seven or eight years since this incident. Now think about it. I was really cute at that time. This is the story that happened in my photo.

article 3: the story in the photo

today, I took out my favorite photo again. do you know what my favorite photo is? That is, I took a photo with the preschool children in kindergarten as a souvenir, because I will leave kindergarten soon to be a real primary school student.

Every morning, my parents and grandparents send us to the kindergarten, where we study, eat and take a nap together. I am both happy and reluctant to leave kindergarten and my classmates soon, because we have lived together for so long and don't want to be separated. Seeing 46 familiar faces in the photo, I think that after 2 years, some of us went to college, and some also took part in the work. I think what will we be like in 4 years? Ah, I see, we will be full of white hair, like grandfathers and grandmothers.

I must treasure this photo and let it accompany me to my old age.

article 4: stories in photos

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

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

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

Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud. See that big bed? I saved money to buy a set of furniture in my room. I remember grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself. Mother is worried and says, "I'm afraid you don't have enough money. Otherwise, buy something cheaper!" " "No, just buy it!" Later, I decided to borrow money from my mother and buy furniture, but my mother always said not to pay it back. As for me, I must return it, and I am seriously writing down the loan note to prepare for installment payment.

As I seldom do housework, I decided to be more diligent this time. When I do a housework, my mother will get rid of a little "debt" ...

In the morning, I got up early and started to prepare breakfast. At first, I often made mistakes: the milk yellow bag was not steamed, and there was too much jam on it ... It was also handy to prepare breakfast slowly. In the evening, I went to the balcony: put away my clothes, fold them and put them in the closet ... < P > In this way, after several months, my mother felt sorry and said, "Forget it, don't do it, don't return it!" But I still stick to my original decision and still do housework happily. When my mother told me that I had paid off my debts, I jumped with joy. At that time, I really realized the joy of getting what I paid ...

I remember that I bought furniture in the fifth grade, and this photo was taken in the sixth grade. Now it's the seventh grade. After so long, I'm still proud of it. However, now that I think about it, I borrowed a lot of money from my mother when I bought furniture, and I paid off the labor fee of five yuan each time. It must be my mother who helped me. So, now I do more housework when I have time. Although I want to help my mother, in my heart, this reason is also the main reason!

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

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

(4) How to write the story at the beginning of the fifth grade photo of primary school students' composition

A photo records a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo is full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and unusual photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken in the living room on the third floor of my new home on the first day of January, 21. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple in my hand from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents came to my house with my cousins, uncles and aunts. In the process of chatting, my father asked me to take a group photo with my grandparents and my cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason to let my father go to the fourth floor with me first.

on the fourth floor, my father asked me what to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are grandsons of grandparents, of course, you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think like this," my father then taught me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should honor and love her. Without grandma, there would be no father, and without father, there would be no you! " I suddenly realized that I had made a mistake just now. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily went back to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took the photo, took a big apple with great respect and handed it to my grandmother. Grandma smiled and handed the apple back to me. She kindly said, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson's heart is appreciated. You'd better eat!" Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I'm holding the apple my grandma left me and staring at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment stayed in the camera forever. After drying out the photos, I took them to plastic and collected them in an album.

A photo with such a story in it; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and love my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.

(5) How to write a story (composition) in a photo

When a photo falls, the story of the photo is written. Oh, it's it, it's that old photo that is treasured in the depths of memory. It was that unforgettable trip that I learned the meaning of courage and realized the masculinity. When I was ten years old, my father and I went to Dujiang Yuzui for a trip.