"One" composition: the story in the photo.

composition: the story in the photo

can be made into a photo

written as

1 What competition did you take part in

2 What scenic spots did you visit

Then talk about your feelings

For reference

Example 1

Every time I open the photo album, an eye-catching photo comes into view: a teenager in a formal suit and a bow tie. His eyes are so focused, his expression is so pleasant, and his posture is so dignified. The audience was packed and seemed to be immersed in his melodious guitar sound.

The little boy in the photo is me. That was when I took part in the competition three years ago. As soon as I saw this photo, the tense game scene at that time immediately came to my eyes.

One day three years ago, my mother took me to a guitar competition. As I was the last to appear, I had a whim to go to the audience to watch other players play. But after I watched the performances of the first few players, I was shocked. Their piano sounds were so melodious and melodious, and the difficulty of the songs was more than one order of magnitude higher than mine. Compared with them, I'm just a rookie. I almost panicked and cried and said to my mother, "Mom, mom, they are so amazing that I won't play!" " My mother gently stroked my head and said, "Look at them, they are so powerful. In fact, they are honed from performances and exercises again and again." You have to remember, don't wait until you are excellent, only when you start can you be excellent. "

suddenly, I understood my mother's words, yes! Only by trying to start can you become excellent. How can you give up without trying? What is this if it is not a coward? I wiped my tears, secretly set up confidence and walked step by step to the waiting hall next to me.

With the announcer calling my name, I took a few deep breaths, walked to the center of the stage with confidence and nervousness, adjusted my angle and started my performance. But because I was too nervous and my hands kept shaking, I played the first note wrong. In an instant, that kind of tension and fear occupied my whole mind, my brain was blank and my legs kept shaking. My whole body was like a deflated balloon, and I didn't have the strength to support it. I really didn't know how to deal with it! Suddenly I saw my mother under the stage. She clenched her fists and stared at me tightly, secretly cheering for me. I recalled what my mother had just encouraged me and felt a powerful force. I readjusted my posture, took a deep breath, rubbed my cold hands and started playing again. Although I was still a little nervous, I was full of confidence at the moment. I firmly believed that no one's success was smooth sailing. What was my little mistake? I play confidently, and my hands are coordinated and orderly, which is very tacit. The piano also came to life, sometimes as fast as Ma Benteng, sometimes as slowly as flowing water, sometimes as softly as whispering, and sometimes as high as towering mountains. At this moment, thunderous applause rang out from the audience.

At this moment, my mother raised her mobile phone and clicked it, which kept my most wonderful moment forever.

This photo records my most wonderful and unforgettable moment, and it remains on the first page of the album. No matter how beautiful other photos are, they can't take its place, because it profoundly tells me a truth: don't wait for Excellence to start, only when you start can you be excellent!

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.

The story composition in the photo is 6 words

The story in the photo

When I opened the old photo album at home, yellowed photos came into my eyes.

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!

"Si" composition, the story in the photo

In my photo album, there is a family portrait of Zhang Zhengui's comrades whose names are 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 me. Then she, she goes out every day, why don't she feel energetic? Haha

The story composition in "Wu" photo is 3 words

Key points: First, describe what this photo reminds me of.

Text:

"God, I can't walk!" Every time I see this photo, I think of this sentence.

It was a summer vacation. When I visited the Henan Opera Museum with my friends, I experienced the jokes made by Hua Dan when he was walking.

Visiting the costume area of traditional Chinese opera, the teacher took us girls to the stage and taught us how Hua Dan walked. The teacher said that Hua Dan was the most beautiful character in Chinese opera, but ancient women had to abide by many rules, so Hua Dan should show the graceful and dignified manner of ancient women when walking.

As he spoke, the teacher showed us: when Hua Dan stood, his feet took a T-step and his hands made orchid fingers; When walking, walk with lotus flowers, with expressions on your face, and be smart and lively ... After hearing this, we all froze. It turned out that it was so difficult for ancient women to walk!

It's our turn to perform. We formed a line. Just two steps later, the audience was already laughing. I looked to both sides, only to see that everyone was walking in a mess, and I was not much better. When I wanted to move, I forgot my expression. When I noticed my expression, I couldn't keep up with it, and I was in a hurry. The activity ended in laughter. Although our girl performance failed, I think it is the most meaningful thing.

It turns out that Chinese opera is a program for the elderly. This time, I changed my view on traditional Chinese opera. Traditional Chinese opera is a traditional Chinese culture and an art of life. Every place in the opera contains the love of life and beauty.

"Lu" composition "The Story in the Photo" 4 words

Writing ideas: You can write where the photo was taken, with whom, under what circumstances it was taken at that time, what kind of significance it has, and what kind of feelings you feel when you see this photo now.

Text:

Time flies, and we are from strangers to familiarity, from meeting to parting. Every time I see that photo, my mind will always see his bright smile; Every time I think of the time I spent with him, my heart is filled with joy; Every time I think of the reluctant scene when I left him, my heart is full of infinite thoughts about him. Ah! Friend! I have been away from you for a long time. I wonder if you are all right now?

I remember when I was in primary school, we were deskmates, but we didn't know each other because we met for the first time. It was his small move that touched me deeply. From then on, we became inseparable friends.

What a coincidence! My mother and his mother were old classmates many years ago. After graduation, they both went out to work hard and lost contact. But by coincidence, he and I entered the same primary school, and their old classmates met again.

after a long time, our relationship has become more and more harmonious, and the photos of the shooting place have naturally increased, and even a thick photo album can't fit. The summer vacation after primary school graduation, we made an appointment to climb Huangshan together.

at first, we were all full of energy, running up like an arrow that left the string. But when I ran halfway up the mountain, I was so tired and panting that I sat down on a mossy stone. He ran to me and said loudly, "Persistence is victory." Say that finish, then continue to run up. Not to be outdone, I stood up again and caught up with him quickly.

in this way, we encouraged and helped each other all the way, and finally reached the top of the mountain. I opened my arms and let the cool breeze hit my face, and my heart was full of joy and excitement. Suddenly, his crisp sound came again: "Perseverance is the best gift I can give you before I leave." My eyes blurred, but at the same time, my mouth also showed a bright smile.

We all hugged each other tightly and shed affectionate tears. This scene was photographed by two mothers who were hiding aside. After the photos were developed, I put them on the most conspicuous table with a wooden photo frame made by him personally, so that I would always remember him and the most precious gift he gave me.

that was the last time I saw him. But I firmly believe that I will cherish this photo all my life and protect our friendship.

Time flies. I have been away from him for more than half a year, but his figure is always deep in my mind and can never be erased.

ah! Friend! I wonder if you are all right now?

The story composition in the "Qi" photo is 6 words

There are many photos in my photo album, and each photo is a beautiful moment and a sweet memory.

Look, there is a girl in this photo, holding the railing with her right hand and making a "V" shape with her left hand, standing on the deck. There is a river below, and countless mountains are beside the river. She is me. Whenever I see this photo, I will think of my visit to Guilin.

It was August of summer vacation, and my mother and I traveled to Guilin. It is said that there are four rivers in Guilin, and the Lijiang River is the largest and longest. So as soon as the tour guide said to play, I clamored for my mother to take me to the Lijiang River, and my mother agreed.

When we came to the Lijiang River and boarded the deck, we saw countless mountains rising from the ground, unconnected with each other, like old people, like giant elephants, like camels, with countless peaks. The mountains in Guilin are really beautiful, like green barriers, like new bamboo shoots, with bright colors, reaching the reflected water; The mountains in Guilin are really dangerous. The dangerous peaks stand upright and the rocks are rugged. It seems that they will fall if they are not careful. The water in Lijiang River is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing. The water in Lijiang River is really green, as if it were a flawless jade. Lijiang River is like a winding jade belt, surrounded by mountains and cliffs. The wind is so strong that I can't keep my eyes open, so I have to squint, otherwise the sand will slip into my eyes. I closed my eyes, as if I felt the green waves. When I opened my eyes, I looked back. The rolling white waves on the river surged layer after layer, and receded layer after layer ... The Lijiang River is really full of poetry and painting. Suddenly, my mother said to me, "One, two, three." I instinctively reached out and made a "V" shape. With a click, my trip to the Lijiang River was left in the photo.

In the photo album, I recorded my summer vacation trip.