1. The story in the photo is an excellent composition of 5 to 7 words.

Childhood is an endless song, and every note in the song jumps with a cheerful rhythm; Childhood is a colorful bubble, and every color in the bubble shines with dreamy light; Childhood is a magical online encyclopedia, and every detail in the book is full of mysterious colors ...

An ordinary photo when I was six years old recorded my childhood story and gave me wonderful childhood memories.

It was a midsummer, and my sister and I decided to visit the lotus flowers in flood control. "ah! Lotus is really beautiful. My sister and I were immediately intoxicated by the scenery in front of us. Lotus flowers were like fairies dancing in the air, wearing beautiful, charming and dazzling dresses. When a gust of wind blew, the lotus fairy bowed her head shyly, and the little sister with flowers and bones was a terrible stranger, hiding behind her brother Lotus Leaf.

Seeing how beautiful the lotus is, I couldn't help walking to the pond, staring at the lotus, and winking at my sister from time to time. My sister understood my mind and followed me to a hidden place without thinking. I couldn't wait to get down to the pond, but I accidentally stepped on a slippery stone and heard a splash. I immediately turned into a periophthalmus. Unexpectedly, I didn't. Haha, I can finally have a good time, only to see a splash war start fiercely, full of gunpowder. I first challenged my sister, and when I was proud, I was hit hard without paying attention, so you hit me and played all afternoon. On the way home, two drowned rats came home under people's attention.

that was my happiest time.

2. The story in the photo is 7 words.

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 suddenly stopped. 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.

3. The story composition in a photo is 7 words

In my hazy idea, grandma is always a silver silk with two curved smiles, which is very charming. Father said that grandma was very beautiful when she was young. I believe my aunt is very beautiful. It is said that she is a copy of grandma. I don't have much perceptual knowledge about my grandmother. All I have in my memory is an old photo that I can still capture her loving figure.

According to my parents, Grandma is a native of Beijing. After she married Grandpa, she stayed with him and never left Beijing. Unexpectedly, grandpa died prematurely, leaving grandma alone.

in order to take care of grandma, my father went to Beijing several times and asked grandma to live with me in Shishi, but grandma refused to say anything. She couldn't let go of her home, a place full of feelings and tears.

It was not until I was born that my grandmother reluctantly left home and came to my parents to help my mother take care of my crying baby. Listening to my father, at that time, whenever I was free, my grandmother would stare at the north in a daze. My father knew that my grandmother was homesick, the old house that haunted her.

My father has been trying to find an opportunity to take her back to my old house, but things didn't go according to people's wishes. While I was still learning Chinese, my grandmother left the world with unfinished regrets. Whenever I mentioned this, my father's heart ached.

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I once talked about my grandma, and my father took out a photo. This is a photo of my parents and grandma, which is the only souvenir left by grandma.

In this four-inch black-and-white photo, grandma is wearing a beige coat with a silver head, which may be the visual effect of the photo. There is no wrinkle on her white face, and her eyes are curved like a smile. Father said that grandma usually gives people the feeling that she is always smiling.

In the photo, grandma is sitting in front with a baby just over a hundred days old in her arms. My parents said that was me, "Ah! So ugly, how can it be? " At first glance, I looked at the doll in the photo carefully. Although it was as white as grandma, I could hardly find any other advantages: the spoon at the front door and the small eyes were sewn together. I didn't know it was closed, but my parents just said it was open. At that time, I quickly looked in the mirror and looked at myself: although my nose is not quite straight and my eyes are not big, basically my nose is my nose and my eyes are my eyes. Open is never closed! I turned my face, looked at my mother and pointed to the photo: "Is that me in the photo? Are you kidding? " Mother was angry and happy: "you child, you were fat then!" You see, that arm, section by section, is like a lotus root section. In addition to meat on the face, it is meat. There is no room for the five senses. It is good to have a seam. Explain that grandma raised you well! "

well raised? I'm pie-lipped, so ugly!

but grandma is holding that ugly child of mine with a loving face. At this time, I found a new problem: the person in the photo is sitting or not, standing or not, grandma leans back, father leans forward, and mother stands upright beside her father, but her hand is dragging her chair and she has no posture. Take a closer look, only I have the most feeling of taking pictures. You see, although I seem to sleep, I am leisurely leaning in my grandmother's arms, exquisitely carved and very angelic.

I studied this photo carefully, trying to find the answer from the details: how strange! With a father's temperament, he should not stand like this. My father is a man who pays great attention to details. He usually does things in an orderly way, carefully and never hesitates. This is especially true for your manners and clothes. No matter what the material is, as long as you wear it on your father, it must be clean, Lilisuosuo. I have seen many personal photos of my father when he was young. They are all dressed straight and handsome.

Suddenly, I suddenly understood, and said to my parents regretfully, "The photo studio is so irresponsible that everyone takes photos before they are posed. Why don't you ask for a new photo?"

mother laughed after hearing this: "I don't blame the photo studio, it's all to make you comfortable." At that time, you were very fat, and in winter, you were wrapped in a thick mattress and very bloated. Your grandmother was originally small and short-armed. She didn't dare to hold you hard, saying that she would hurt you, but she was afraid of falling down. " When my mother said this, I was deeply moved: I have received such high treatment and I don't know anything! I really found the kind of happiness that "I am afraid of melting in my mouth, but I am afraid of falling in my hand". What a pity! At that time, I was young and didn't know what caring was. Suddenly, I envy this ugly child for no reason.

Mother continued to tell the story as if it happened in front of her eyes: "When taking pictures, in order to avoid" hugging "you, Grandma didn't dare to hug you again. She just tried to make her arms ring in a bigger circle, so that the whole body became a reclining posture, and the back and the back of the chair were framed into a triangle, and the focus was placed on the back of the chair. In order to maintain the stability of the chair, your father had to press the chair hard with both hands to prevent the stool from overturning, and as a result, there were various postures in the photo ...

After the story of the photo was finished, my words were closed. But tell you, it is very strange that grandma in my mind is no longer a title or a symbol since I saw the photo of grandma. She fills up in my mind and becomes beautiful and familiar.

Author: Mu Hui Yu Fei

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 8-word story in junior high school composition photos

photos can freeze some happy, sad and exciting things, so that these things can be remembered forever. I have a photo, which represents extraordinary significance. It is the last sports festival of our junior high school students in their middle school career.

In the photo, we can see a corner of the playground, where there are many students and teachers in our junior high school of South China University of Technology. Perhaps serious students can notice that most of our classmates' expressions are very "sleepy". In fact, it is because we have stood for too long! Therefore, I lost the "majestic" of the past. On the far left of the photo, you can vaguely see the six characters "I exercise, I am healthy and I am happy", which is the purpose of our sports festival.

? Maybe some people will ask, why are so many students and teachers standing on the playground "basking in the sun"? In fact, this is not sunbathing, but an entry ceremony that we must carry out every sports festival. However, this time, our class is not like before. All the students participate, and they also shout slogans and do actions. Perhaps because we are middle school students, the teacher only selected 2 students to participate, and removed the slogans and actions, only asking us to smile naturally.

When we entered the stadium, we were inevitably a little nervous. Everyone's back was quite straight, just like a commanding general. However, in the end, I saw that the conductor had been directing other classes, and our standing classes were "forgotten". We couldn't help but start doing little tricks: bending over, pounding our backs, kicking our legs ... < P > I thought we would enter the stadium soon, and then we could compete, but I didn't expect it to start after a long time. Alas, we were really worried. In the end, the sun disappeared, and we were almost dizzy ... Our eyes didn't look at all, which was quite different from what they looked like at first. So, there is this picture in the photo now.

fortunately, the conductor finally arrived! We are as excited as seeing water in the desert! When the instructor announced the entrance, our team entered the stadium in a mighty way. hoho, we returned to our previous spirits.

Needless to say, the next thing is the headmaster's speech and competition!

This photo just captures our listlessness. Do we look like eggplants in the photo?

This is the end of the sports festival. Every time I see this photo, I think of every scene of the sports festival. I believe that this extraordinary sports festival will definitely stay in our beautiful memory forever.

6. Story composition in the photo The story in the 7-word photo of the first day of junior high school

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.