1. The story composition in the photo is 6 words

In my photo album, there are many photos, each of which 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.

The photo album records the footprints of my summer vacation trip, which is the epitome of my summer vacation ...

2. The story composition in a photo is 7 words

In my hazy mind, grandma is always a silver head 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

3. 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.

4. The story composition in the photo is 6 words

Look! In this photo, a boy is sitting in a chair in the hospital with thick bandages tied to his forehead. The boy in this photo is me.

that was when I was in grade five. That day, I came to school early in the morning. There were only a few students in my class. We were bored, so we played "running and catching". We ran around in the corridor. I ran upstairs and downstairs for a while. At this moment, I saw my classmates behind me, and I was about to catch up to catch me. I ran downstairs at a speed of 1 meters in an instant, but I didn't look at the road. Just as I turned my eyes to the front, I found that there was a wall in front of me. I tried to stop my steps, but somehow the brakes suddenly failed. As a result, my forehead was heavily "hugged" with the wall.

At this moment, my forehead ached sharply, and I was a little unconscious. Slowly, my head became more and more painful, and I frowned with pain. Tears circled in my eyes for a while and then fell one after another. I touched my head and saw that my hands were covered with my red blood.

"Lin Huang, Lin Huang, are you all right?" I vaguely heard the shouts of concern and eager footsteps of my classmates. As soon as I saw several classmates gathered around me, I understood what was going on when I saw this appearance. Two classmates came forward to help me up, put my hand on their shoulders, and carefully helped me to the medical room like a wounded man.

In the medicine room, the teacher is helping me stop the bleeding. My classmates stood by and looked at me with concern. The teacher said calmly, "Let's all go back to the classroom!" The students listened to the teacher and went back to class. Later, the teacher sent me to the hospital for dressing and sewing. Soon my parents came, and they sat in the chair with me waiting for an injection. At this moment, my father took out his mobile phone and photographed this scene.

Afterwards, after I went back to school, my classmates took the initiative to help me make up lessons at noon and greet my health ...

Looking at this photo and recalling these things, I can't help but feel the value of friendship. Friendship is a bright light in the darkness; Friendship is a shade in summer; Friendship is a beam of sunshine in winter ......

5. Story composition in the photo is 6 words

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!

6. The story in the composition photo is 8 words. Be original. There is a reward for originality.

Look at the story in the photo.

Look at his smiling face. Do you know who it is with this cauliflower snake around his neck? In fact, the child in the photo is me.

I remember that it was the summer vacation in 22. We were too hot at home and wanted to go out to avoid the summer. So, we made an appointment with many uncles and aunts to travel to Jindaoxia. The next day, we packed our bags and set off. After several long hours, we finally reached the Golden Knife Gorge. Jindaoxia has beautiful scenery, birds and flowers everywhere, and it is very beautiful.

We walked and enjoyed the scenery. Before we knew it, we came to a bridge. Suddenly, I saw an uncle with this cauliflower snake in his hand. He asked us if we would like to take a picture as a souvenir. Some children cried when they saw the snake, and rushed to their mother's arms. Some children simply run away and dare not cross.