In our daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, with which people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. So, how to write a composition? The following is a story composition of a photo I arranged for you, hoping to help you. A photo story composition 1

I leafed through the photo album at home with relish, and saw a photo of my father and I taking a photo with Snowman. I smiled so happily in the photo, and Snowman's curved banana mouth seemed to giggle ...

It was a snowy morning, and I went downstairs to the snow. Looking around, the world was.

My father and I came to the wetland park. I saw the thick snow and wanted to make a snowman with my father. I made a request to my father, and he agreed.

I quickly ran to the thick snow-covered grass, and soon made a big snowball, then made a small snowball, put it on the head of the big snowball, put a carrot in the center of the face to make its long nose, took a small branch as its hand, then made its eyes with two pebbles, and drew a curved banana mouth with a red marker. With the cooperation of my father, a lovely snowman was born.

To my surprise, our snowman is staring at me. It's so cute-its snow-white body is round, its hand is in the air, as if waving to us, its pointed nose is breathing the beauty of snow and the joy of children, and its curved mouth is as sweet as eating sugar.

Looking at this lovely snowman, it's rare that it snows so heavily in Guiyang. I suggest that someone take a photo of me, my father and Snowman as a souvenir.

Snowman, you have added a joyful color to the snow and a happy memory to my childhood! Every time I see this photo, I can't help thinking to myself and exclaiming-

Thank you, lovely snowman! A photo story composition 2

It was when I was 6 years old. I left my favorite parents and followed my teacher, Miss Ding, to a distant and beautiful Vienna.

why go to Vienna? This has to start from the time when I learned to sing. I have been learning to sing since I was 4 years old. One day, Mr. Ding said that he would choose some children who can sing well to perform in Vienna. Every one of us is looking forward to that day in high spirits, looking forward to it, and finally it's time to announce the news. When I heard the good news of being selected, I jumped with excitement, but I didn't know how much challenge I would face.

On the National Day that year, we rehearsed every day, singing with thirst, and practiced until Teacher Ding was satisfied. Teacher Ding encouraged us to "take one minute on stage and ten years off stage". Through rehearsal, we deeply realized the meaning of this sentence and rehearsed more seriously. Finally, we achieved our goal and waited for the day to go abroad.

The day of going abroad will come soon. My father took me to the airport. This is not an ordinary trip, because my parents have no time to accompany me, so I can only travel alone with Teacher Ding. At the moment when I was about to leave my father, I couldn't help crying, and I was in tears, but I bravely boarded the plane with my suitcase.

After ten hours' flight, we came to Vienna, which was called "music city". The Golden Hall where we performed is the oldest concert hall in Vienna, with a history of more than 111 years!

When I entered the Golden Hall, I saw glittering sculptures and fascinating murals. What a beautiful concert hall!

when we finished singing those beautiful and moving songs, the whole audience applauded warmly. I am very proud, because this is my first time to go abroad and my first time to perform on stage, and I have no parents to accompany me. I love this meaningful trip, and I love this beautiful photo. A photo story composition 3

In my mind, I always see a photo taken with Brother Bucket for the first time in the strawberry garden. Look, Brother Bucket and I are leaning together, standing between two rows of strawberries, smiling, while Brother Bucket is carrying a basket full of big and red strawberries in his left hand.

that afternoon, my father drove me to meet Brother Bucket and set out to pick strawberries. When I arrived at the strawberry garden, I saw a little bit of red in the green leaves, which seemed to be red fish swimming in the green ocean. "ah! A lot of strawberries! " Brother Bucket and I cried with excitement!

Brother Bucket couldn't wait to pick strawberries. I quickly stopped him and said, "Brother Bucket, you forgot your basket!" I quickly handed him the basket and went to pick strawberries together. We lowered our heads, lifted the leaves with our hands, and carefully searched for strawberries hidden under the leaves. Suddenly, Brother Bucket shouted, "Kai Wen, there are many strawberries here!" I quickly went over to have a look, ah! What a big strawberry. At this time, "Brother Bucket" pulled it hard and accidentally pulled the strawberry with fruit and leaves. The granny who planted strawberries came over and said with distress, "Little friend, how can strawberries be picked like this?"! You should grab the strawberry with one hand and carefully pick it off the fruit base with the other! "

We picked it cheerfully according to the old woman's method. Unconsciously, we both picked a big basket of big and red strawberries. Seeing that we have such a tacit understanding, my aunt smiled and said, "You are so close, you might as well take a photo as a souvenir." When the shutter flashed, my aunt recorded this wonderful time for us.

The summer vacation is coming to an end. I really hope to play with Brother Bucket again during the summer vacation. A photo story composition 4

I have taken countless photos since I was a child, and the most unforgettable one is this photo taken when I traveled to Huangshan.

On the first day of this year-New Year's Day, our whole family went to Huangshan Mountain, which has beautiful and pleasant scenery.

after a day's journey, we were all very tired and soon fell asleep. But the next day, my brother and I still woke up very early. We went to the window and opened the curtains. We were immediately shocked by the scene before us. The world outside the window was already white. We were both so excited that we called everyone up and dragged them to climb the mountain.

We walked slowly in the mountains. At first, it was still dawn. It was very quiet in this hazy mountain, and only a vast expanse of white could be seen along the way. After a while, the sun came out. When the rising sun spilled the first ray of sunshine, I suddenly found: Rime! Under the sunshine, this crystal clear rime is shining and beautiful. Everyone was attracted by the beautiful figure of the snow girl who came overnight. Look! She left a beautiful figure on the pavilion, the cedar, the open ground and the lake. Hey! Look! How wonderful the icicles on this pavilion are! Long and short, uneven, different in thickness and shape. Everyone walked, watched and talked, lingering back and forth, relaxed and happy. Dad pressed the shutter desperately with his camera, and grandpa also held the camera and didn't want to miss a beautiful scene. I quickly found a beautiful little tree, stood in front of it and asked my father to come and take pictures of me. I took this photo with a click. A little girl in a red down jacket is standing in front of a tree and smiling at you!

This trip to Huangshan gave me an unexpected surprise, and I will keep this trip firmly in mind. A photo story composition 5

My mother is a photography fan. Since I was born, I like to record my life with photos. Among my many photos, one is particularly interesting: our father and son are all lying on the side of the bathtub, staring intently at it. Want to know what we're looking at? That should start with a trip in the summer vacation.

I remember some days when the heat was unbearable, so my family decided to go to Xiangshan, a famous seaside town, for a summer vacation. After dinner, when the sunset faded gradually, we couldn't wait to catch the sand crab hiding in the sand cave. A bucket, a shovel, a flashlight, everyone take these simple things and go!

when we arrived at the seaside, the night was completely lowered, the stars were shining in the skylight, and the sea was gently patting the beach and rocks. Guided by the moonlight, we look for the target like a night ranger.

The four of us scattered our actions and wandered aimlessly on the beach with flashlights. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black shadow, and when I looked intently, it was an extremely lean sand crab. Under the light, it is staring at me, too, and we have a big eye and a small eye.

This sand crab reacted very quickly. Without waiting for me to jump forward, the wind was blowing under her feet and she ran away like a speedboat. I shouted and followed closely. Dad, who was not far away, heard the sound and quickly covered the fast-moving sand crab with a shovel. I saw my father carefully lift a shovel, then hold its shell and put the claws of the "big tongs" into the sand bucket.

The first sand crab I caught here is my "blind cat meets dead mouse". Next, we caught three more by looking for sand holes and digging tunnels, and two of them were husband and wife crabs found in the same hole.

Back to the hotel, we put the sand crabs in the bathtub and watched them chase inside with relish. Mom also took the opportunity to capture the moment when our father and son were "stupid". Every time I see this photo, I recall the happy time of catching crabs. 6

I opened an old photo album, which was full of my memories. I looked through it again and again. A photo of a trip to nanxi river attracted my attention. I miss it so much. Let me tell you something:

A summer vacation, it was sunny and sunny, and I went to nanxi river with my parents. At that time, I was only two years old. I can't remember. I learned all these things from my mother's mouth. The scenery in nanxi river is beautiful. I want to sigh in my heart, but I don't know how to say that there is a fishing boat passing by my father holding me on the shore to see the mountains and the water. I didn't see these. I saw the sausage spinning in the machine in the canteen. My father wanted to divert my attention, so he put on his swimming trunks and carried me to the river. I just entered the water. I didn't know it. Dad answered me in that rough voice: "Don't what don't? How happy it is to have a swim. "

I managed to swim. My father swam around with me in his arms, and I gradually got used to enjoying the fun of playing with water. I splashed my brother for a while, my mother for a while, and my cousin for a while. They were a little dry and wet. I had a good time and laughed. "Haha." Very unhappy, I played in the river and slapped the water. When my mother saw it, she immediately took all this with her camera.

I opened the photo album and saw that photo. It is my childhood memory. A photo story composition 7

I saw a real photo in the textbook, which was taken by a reporter on August 28, 1937, and it was the record of the atrocities committed by Japan in bombing Shanghai Railway Station.

My thoughts also crossed to that day. Passers-by were in a hurry to leave. The railway station was very crowded, unable to move, and full of noise. People wanted to escape by train. Suddenly, a bomber hovered in the sky, and the sound of enemy planes buzzed everywhere. I don't know who shouted in panic: "The Japanese bombers are coming!" The crowd was in a mess, and many people were trampled on the ground. With a bang, the missile fell to the ground, and many people were blown up in the sky, bloody, and fell in a pool of blood. A straight overpass split into two pieces, pressing the fleeing people below, surrounded by reinforced concrete, wood chips and collapsed houses. The Japanese aggressors continued to bombard, and their grins came from time to time in the sky. Groans, cries for help and cries are endless. Smoke billowed around, making people confused about the southeast and northwest, which filled people with endless despair. There were black fragments on both sides of the avenue, and the broken wall was littered on the ground ...

There was a little boy named Wang Hai. His parents fell between the ruins to protect him. Wang Hai looked at the sky and shouted, "Mom and Dad, where are you?"? It's dead everywhere. I'm so scared! Don't leave me! " Wang Hai's eyes rolled with tears, sitting on a board, falling down, supporting the board with his hands, very confused, where are his parents? He let out a sigh, with a heart-rending cry on his face. As he watched, a train split in two and the tracks were in a mess. With a bang, Wang Hai was killed by a missile flying from the sky. Before he died, he muttered to himself: Peace! Peace! Peace!

I went back to the year of 21xx, and passed on Wang Hai's wish to gun makers and gunmen all over the world, making them understand: for the sake of children no longer being homeless, for the sake of children no longer losing their loved ones, and for the sake of no longer being filled with the smoke of war. We should act, stop the war and let the god of peace live on earth forever! A photo story composition 8

When I opened the thick photo album, the familiar faces came into my eyes again. Look! I smiled so brightly at that photo when we were playing. There is an interesting story behind this photo!

The background of the photo is towering trees and grotesque mountains. I am standing in front of the trees, and there is a bag next to it, and the bag is filled with delicious snacks. At that time, I was wearing a black and white skirt, carrying a lovely "Mickey Mouse" and wearing a small sun hat on my head. If you look carefully, you will find a doubt. Why do I smile so unnaturally and still have snacks in my left hand? This reminds me of the scene at that time.

On May 3rd, 21xx, as it was the May Day holiday, I was idle at home, so I came to chaya mountain, Zhumadian, with my father and brother. Although chaya mountain is not as magnificent as the Five Mountains and as thrilling and exciting as Huangshan Mountain, it can also let me appreciate how unique and unparalleled the "masterpiece of nature" is! When we were tired of playing and wanted to taste "delicious food", my father suddenly let me pass. What a coincidence! My stomach is playing Ode to Joy! So, I reluctantly passed, but my father wanted to take a picture of me. I stood there motionless, showing such a stiff and unnatural "smile" At this moment, I found that my brother was eating snacks, and my mouth could not help but shed saliva. My father seized the opportunity and "clicked" to take this photo.

now you know where this doubt is! Just below the left corner of my mouth, those transparent liquids-saliva! Every time I see this photo, I give an unnatural smile.

although time has passed for a long time, this matter will remain in my heart forever and will leave me with a lasting memory!