(1) composition, story in the photo

In my photo album, there is a family portrait of Zhang Zhengui's comrades. The name is very common but extremely precious to me. This one is very precious. My father is the devil who often goes on business trips and doesn't give it to her. Then she goes out every day. Why don't she bully me in sports? Haha

(2) Story composition in the photo

There are many stories in my bedroom photo album. I took it out in my spare time and looked through it. Most of them recorded the little bits and pieces of my growth: joy, joy, sadness, loss, and I was scared to cry when I took the roller coaster for the first time; Bright smile when picking up shells on the beach with my mother; There is also the joy when I won the English competition for the first time ... They record my growing steps and carry happy memories of my childhood.

eyes fixed on a photo with grandma. In the photo, grandma holds me sitting on the smooth stones on the beach in the park, and her feet are immersed in the cool river, letting them scratch their feet, which is very comfortable. And I looked curiously into the water, as if I wanted to know what was hidden in the water. There is a red sweater that is about to be finished around us. The beautiful and bright strip pattern reflects the bright smile on grandma's face. Everything is so harmonious and wonderful in the afternoon sunshine.

"Yes, we really can't control your child. I suggest you take him back for a few days first ..." Not long after the director dialed the phone, grandma came.

after that, I haven't been to kindergarten again. My grandmother takes it with me every day. When I'm hungry, I go to grandma to buy food. When I'm sleepy, I snuggle up in her warm arms and take a nap, or I lie beside her and watch her knitting that colorful sweater. I often hear my grandma and my parents in other places arguing on the phone about my schooling, but my grandma always says, "Son, he's still young, let's talk about it in a few years ..." After hanging up the phone, my grandma will take me to the park to play, and it's still the beach, the stone, the old place of my grandma and me in my childhood memory.

sixth grade: Chen Junjie

leafed through one page after another. Unconsciously, the baby in the photo, sleeping as a baby, has become a lively child around his relatives, and has reached the age of going to kindergarten in an instant.

During my kindergarten days, I was naughty and hated being bound by the school teacher. On that day, while my parents were on a business trip, I cried and made trouble in the kindergarten. When my friends were playing, I kept destroying them. When the teacher was lecturing, she made harsh noises from time to time. The teachers in the school didn't know what to do until ...

I thought she would severely criticize me, but she didn't say a word.

(3) The story composition in the photo is 6 words

The story in the photo

When I opened the old photo album at home, I caught my eye with yellowed photos.

that's a photo of my mother and uncle when they were children. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old, dressed in a small cloth jacket with a square collar and a pair of trousers, holding the trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is about to climb the tree. My uncle, on the other hand, is carrying a big bamboo pole more than three meters long and doesn't know what to do. I didn't know until I asked my mother that they were going to know enough about the shell. In those days, cicada shell was a good Chinese herbal medicine. Every summer vacation, children of all families will get up early, carry small baskets and long bamboo poles to the village Woods to find cicada shells. Brothers and sisters climbed the tree to find cicadas and cicadas' shells, while brothers and sisters helped to pass bamboo poles, pick up cicadas and cicadas' shells, and they cooperated very tacitly. Children often set out with dry food early in the morning and won't go home until dark. At this time, their small baskets are full of cicada shells, while the small baskets with lids are full of cicadas that have not yet returned their shells.

When they get home, they will wash and dry cicada shells, and then send them to the drugstore in the town every few days, so that the tuition for one year will be settled. When there is a bumper harvest, the extra money can also buy some school supplies! The cicadas in the small basket that haven't completely hatched are another rare food for people. Every night, when cicadas shell out, children can't wait to clean the tender cicadas, clamoring for adults to put them in the pot and fry them, and then sprinkle some salt to eat them beautifully. More greedy cat-like children, on the way to the drugstore to sell cicada shells, secretly hide a few cicada shells, go home and fry them in the oil pan when adults are not paying attention to cooking, and then put them in their mouths to eat with relish. Do you know what a delicious food it was for children at that time?

This yellowed black-and-white photo seems to have brought me into my mother's childhood, so that my mother and I enjoyed that wonderful and happy time together!

(4) Story composition in the photo

On my desk, there is a photo of our family of three. In the photo, we are wearing diving suits and standing proudly in the blue water, laughing brilliantly! As soon as I saw this photo, my heart was filled with happiness and memories of good times.

When I was nine years old that year, my father's unit organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane and came to Hainan Island. Living in a hotel, I stayed up all night excited, planning my travel plans for tomorrow.

The next day, I got up early. When the tour guide announced that we were going to dive under the sea today, I was even more excited to run around like a rabbit.

When we arrived at the diving field, the coach told us the essentials of diving and took us to the sea. My heart is like fifteen buckets. When the coach asked me, "Are you scared, little friend?" I stubbornly said, "Who said I was afraid?" With that, he deliberately straightened his chest, quickly put on his diving suit and strode to the sea. Standing in the sea, the cool seawater gently stroked my legs, and a breeze with the smell of seawater blew. I opened my arms and enjoyed the embrace of the sea. Just then, the coach said to me, "Are you ready?" “ok！” I made a smart gesture and plunged into the sea. After a while, many colorful fish appeared in front of my eyes. They swam around me as if they were looking at me as a strange visitor. I couldn't help reaching out my hands to say hello to them, but they didn't give me any face at all and left one by one. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. What a beautiful soft coral! These corals with different colors dazzled me and surprised me secretly ...

When we surfaced, the photographer left us this precious photo.

when the photo was developed, I put it in the photo frame, and it's still there.

(5) The story composition in the photo is 5 words

The story in the photo

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.

[6] The story in the photo 7 words junior high school composition

The story in the photo

On a sunny afternoon, I sat on the sofa and looked at the photo album with relish. Looking at it, a photo caught my eye. That's a photo I took in Putuo Mountain when I was in the second grade. I was catching crabs at Baibusha. Look! My white jeans have become "mud pants"! One of my hands is at my waist, and the other one is holding a rubber-sized crab. The lovely ponytail has been mixed with sweat, big eyes narrowed into a line, and the cherry-like mouth exposed two rows of white teeth. At that time, my face was filled with the joy of harvest. Suddenly, I remembered the scene at that time.

that day, we had breakfast early, took the bus to the dock, bought tickets and got on the speedboat excitedly. In a blink of an eye, I arrived at Putuo Mountain. I took my parents by the hand and came to Baibusha at the speed of Liu Xiang's 1-meter sprint. Wow! The environment of Baibusha is really good. The golden beach is shining in the sunshine, and the roads are full of blue waves. Driven by the wind, they are rushing to the beach one after another, playing like naughty children. Adults also seem to be rejuvenated, running and playing with children.

Suddenly, a small crab caught my attention. Suddenly, a good idea came to my mind: catching crabs. So I took off my clothes, rolled up my pants, and moved the stones, ah! There are a group of crabs. I grabbed it at random. "Ah-"I cried in utter amazement. When I looked intently, it turned out that a crab had caught my hand and there were red marks. "I quit!" " I said dejectedly that I sat on the beach. My mother came over and said earnestly, "You must have perseverance in everything. Nothing can be successful once.". It's the same for you to catch crabs. What you pay attention to is the method. You have to catch both sides of the crab's back. " After my mother's urging, I stood up and thought: I must catch a crab! I went to the seaside again, moved a stone and searched carefully. Suddenly, a crab flashed in front of my eyes. It seemed to find me and tried to drill into the stone. I moved the stone and quickly reached for its back, but it was flexible, and then it disappeared into a stone. But I don't give up, I can't believe I can't catch it. Once, twice, three times, five times

Finally, the crab seems to have lost and stopped suddenly. I reached out and grabbed it. "yeah! Finally caught it. " I jumped three feet high. "Come on, take one." Dad said as he took out his camera. I held the crab in one hand, put my hand in my waist, and put on a POSS. Click a photo to record my happy time

Although it has been two years, when I look at the photos, the happy time still reverberates in my mind.

(7) Story composition in the photo

Key points: First, describe the shooting background of the photo, then describe the story behind the photo, and finally leave a good memory through this photo.

Text:

Every time I see that old photo in the photo frame on my desk, I can't help but think of the story my mother often tells me about our trip to the Hangzhou Bay Bridge. This is a photo full of happiness. The photo was taken on June 7th, 28. Mom said that this is the first family photo in our family, and it is a very memorable photo.

that year, I was only three years old, and many memories were hazy and vague. In the photo, my father hugged me tightly with warm arms, and my mother stood beside me and smiled brightly. And I leaned on my father's shoulder, looking so immature and naive as I stayed in MengMeng. Behind us is Ningbo Tianyi Square. After the heavy rain, the square is spotless and crystal clear.

I remember that my father drove us there that day. It was less than a month after the Hangzhou Bay Bridge was opened. I sat in the car and looked out of the window. It was bright and dark outside. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. I was a little nervous and held my mother's arm tightly.

My mother said to me gently, "It's okay. It's thunderstorm season, and the rain will stop soon." After listening to my mother's words, I relaxed a lot. Soon, my father drove slowly onto the cross-sea bridge. He drives slowly, because the cross-sea bridge has regulations that he can't drive fast. From a distance, the cross-sea bridge is an' S'-shaped curve.

Dad said, "The Hangzhou Bay Bridge is a sea-crossing bridge across the Hangzhou Bay in China. It is the second longest sea-crossing bridge built in the world, with a total length of 36 kilometers." As soon as I heard this, my curiosity came and I continued to look outside. "Mom, is this the sea?" I asked my mother. My mother replied, "Yes, this is the rough sea."

"The blue sea is so beautiful, there is no edge at all!" I exclaimed in my heart. It took us half an hour to cross the whole Hangzhou Bay Bridge. After some time, we finally arrived at Tianyi Square in Ningbo. At this time, the rain became smaller. Taking this opportunity, we asked someone to press the shutter to get this beautiful photo.

Although I didn't take a photo on the cross-sea bridge at that time, seeing this photo reminds me of the famous Hangzhou Bay Bridge and the happy and wonderful time I spent with my parents.