In our daily study, work or life, it is inevitable for us to touch or use writing. Writing is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Then do you know how to write a good composition? The following is an excellent composition of my carefully arranged photo stories. Welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Life is like a bag of melon seeds. When you find one is broken, don't be angry, but concentrate on the next one, because there are many melon seeds in this bag, both good and bad, and there may be unexpected surprises. Just like this photo in my hand, it has many beautiful and unforgettable memories.

In my second grade, my parents took me to visit Guanglu Island in Dalian. Guanglu Island is located in the north of the Yellow Sea and the west of Changshan Islands. It is a national island forest park and one of the scenic spots in Liaoning Province. What impressed me most when I came to Guanglu Island was Moon Bay Beach. And my favorite is the golden beach. My father and I came to the beach to play together. We had a water fight. I buried my father in the sand for the castle. Later, when I saw someone renting a kayak, I asked my father to rent a kayak for me. Dad pushed it into the sea and let me go up. Soon there were several big waves, which didn't upset the kayak, but fluctuated with the waves.

Kayak and I are like soldiers in the sea, fighting against the wind and waves. The bigger the waves, the more excited I am and shouting, "Come on, come more violently!" The waves seemed to understand my wish. After a while, there came a wave several times larger than before, which suddenly overturned the kayak and knocked me into the sea. The seawater ran mercilessly into my eyes, nose and mouth, which made me drink several mouthfuls of seawater. I was so scared that I fluttered in the water. Just then, a big hand picked me up. Let me feel warm and safe, it turned out to be my father's generous palm. "Son, it's time for dinner. If you don't come again, I won't leave it for you!" "Come! Come right away! " I replied, while closing the photo album.

this time, I put the photos in the time box and put them in the drawer for safekeeping. I kept this beautiful memory in my heart and it became more and more fragrant with time. Photo Story Excellent Composition 2

Last year, during the 11th holiday, my parents took me to Sanya.

when I arrived at the airport, my eyes lit up. Wow! What a sea of people! People are carrying luggage. After mom changed the registration card, we walked to the boarding gate ready to fly to Sanya. We found three seats together and waited quietly. About an hour later, the broadcast came: "Dear passengers, the plane from Hongqiao to Sanya has begun to check in. Please take your belongings and board the plane from Gate 35." Everyone quickly took their luggage and lined up in order. My mother told me not to worry, and not to leave until others had almost left.

we passed a long and narrow aisle and came to the engine room. At this time, the beautiful stewardess aunt has stood at the door and smiled and said hello to us: "Hello, welcome!" My mother asked for a window seat for me, and we quickly found a seat and fastened our seat belts. At this time, the air hostess's kind voice came from the radio: "Dear passengers, the plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seat belt!" " I was so excited that I asked my father, "Dad, do you think there will be no oil when the plane flies?" Is there a bed on the plane? What if you want to eat? What if the plane catches fire? ..... "My questions flooded towards my father, and my father patiently answered them one by one and said to me," You can experience the feeling of flying soon. "

As the plane slowly headed for the runway, I could only hear the buzzing sound in my ears. The plane took off. My father kept telling me to open my mouth, saying that in order to prevent the strong resistance from hurting the eardrum during the plane's ascent. I was a little scared, so I firmly grasped my father's hand. The scenery outside the window was getting farther and farther away from me. The cars on the road were crawling like bugs, and the tall buildings were like small boxes. Soon the plane rushed into the sky and saw only white clouds. The plane finally flew smoothly into the blue sky.

this is my first time flying, and it's really hard to forget! Photo Story Excellent Composition 3

There is a photo of Zhang Zhengui on my desk. There are ten basketball players standing on the green grass, the referee is serving, and the players of both sides are staring at the basketball, for fear that the ball will be snatched by others.

Looking at the photos, I recall the fierce basketball match between our class and Class 5 in mid-April this year. The game started, and a team member from Class Five grabbed the ball first. When he dribbled to a distance of four meters from the basket, Su Hang, the scud of our class, stopped him. Zhang Qiang, who was quick in hand and quick in eye, quickly broke through the defense line and ran to the other team member's side with the ball. He grabbed the basketball easily with a trick of "stealing the day", and he immediately passed the ball to his teammate Chen Xing. Chen Xing took the ball and ran under the backboard, and the audience was silent. "yeah!" All the cheerleaders in our class reveled.

the game was intense and intense. Five minutes ... Ten minutes ... Overtime ... The players on the field were already panting and sweating, but the players on both sides refused to give way to each other ... Probably because they were inexperienced on the spot. At the last minute, Class Five scored more than one goal, and our class lost the game by eight to ten.

Looking at us dejected and despondent, the teacher said, "Children, winning or losing is not important. What is important is to dare to fight hard. As long as you have an indomitable spirit and train hard, the victory will definitely belong to us!"

Looking at the photos, I look forward to the coming year. What will the game be like next year? Photo story excellent composition 4

I have a beautiful photo album, which contains my photos from one hundred days to nine years old. Whenever I am free, I always open the photo album and have a look.

photos pass by in front of my eyes, and past events come to my mind. Suddenly, a photo with some yellowing caught my attention. I heard from my mother that this photo was taken when I was one year old. Look, I'm wearing a white coat and a pair of pink pants in the photo, smiling from ear to ear! Two small white teeth are exposed, so cute!

Although my family is not rich, every time I celebrate my birthday, my parents always take pictures of me generously, leaving me with childhood footprints. Through these photos, I seem to see the busy figure of my parents again, and realize their careful care and inculcation for me. Very ordinary photos, filled with the love of my parents, bathed in them, just like soaking in a sugar jar.

whenever I look through these photos that are gradually yellowing, a warm feeling arises. Nine years of dribs and drabs vaguely appear in front of my eyes and mind. Being in the ocean of love, I believe that I will be able to go through the ups and downs in the future, and I will also comfort my parents' no longer young faces with my own success.

I believe that my future is not a dream, and I will repay my parents for their kindness to me. Photo Story Excellent Composition 5

This morning, I took out my dusty photo album and subscribed to it. After tossing and turning, an inconspicuous black and white photo caught my eye and my heart was pulled.

The photo is very small, and the edge of the paper has begun to turn yellow, which looks like it has suffered a lot. I picked it up, the pupil mapped it, and the characters inside were still vivid.

This is a "family portrait", but now it is not ... Sitting in the middle is my grandmother, next to my grandfather. They are both dressed simply, holding hands and smiling with honey, and I suddenly became a witness to their love. Perhaps the rapid flight of time makes them wither flowers, even the green leaves can't foil that heavy body. The wrinkles and sunken eye sockets in the photo witnessed the story of life, but the firm and eager eyes still "stand", which is permanent. "Silver silk is full of hair and cocoons are full of hands" is the best description for them.

My uncle and my mother stood by. As long as I can remember, my uncle seldom smiled and kept a serious face all day long. But in this photo full of memories, my uncle's smile seems sweeter than honey. From his smile, I deeply realized the harmony and happiness of this big family.

On the far left of the photo is the century-old pagoda tree, standing there with the tile house. The weather-beaten, wind and rain of Sophora japonica no longer make it full of vitality-the broken branches and bark have become a thing of the past. Wawu also stands in danger ...

People are like buds, looking forward to blooming and the future when they are in bud, but when they bloom, they are like a flash in the pan. Why don't we seal up this beautiful memory and keep this unforgettable moment?

a photo, which records beautiful memories and growth stories. Photo Story Excellent Composition 6

When you open a thick photo album, there will be photos, and there is a story behind each photo. Today, I will take out a photo from the album and tell you the story!

One day in winter, I was doing my homework at home. It was snowing heavily outside. After a while, the snow stopped. My father said, "Son, let's play outside for a while and then come back to do our homework." I said, "that's great. I like playing with snow best." I came outside wearing gloves, made a small snowball, and rolled it again, but as soon as I rolled it, the snowball rotted. I did it again, then rolled away, but it was still rotten, and I was very angry.

After a while, my good friend came, and I told him my idea of making a snowman. We snowballed together and finally rolled a snowman's head. However, it is difficult to roll. Later, four friends came to join our snowman team. In a short time, the snowman's body rolled well. I first found two sticks as the snowman's hands, then pressed the snowman's head on his body, and went home and took a carrot and two dates as the snowman's nose and eyes respectively. I looked at the snowman. What seems to be missing? Think about it, the original mouth is missing! I dug a smiling mouth with my hand and filled it with pebbles. I was so clever.

Dad said, "Shall we take a picture with the snowman?" We said with one voice, "Good!" Dad took out his mobile phone and helped us take this happy and unforgettable photo.

I like this photo very much. Please tell the story of your photo next time! Photo Story Excellent Composition 7

It's a photo-an ordinary photo that can't be ordinary, but its content carries many memories and thoughts!

In the photo, I'm sitting next to my good friend Liang Yiling. Liang Yiling seems to be ready to say something with his head tilted, and I'm listening with a big smile. Behind is a piece of snow, white, white and ethereal.

It was a bitterly cold winter day, and Liang Yiling asked me to make a snowman in the park. We ran and laughed, and when we were tired, we stopped and smashed with snowballs. Our hands were cold and red, so we got together and breathed hot air. Oh! What a warm sight that is!

Just as I was enjoying myself, my mother walked over and took out her camera: "Come on! Take a picture. " She pulled us to an empty snow and let us sit down. "Hey? Why don't you move? Is it stuck? " Just as my mother was debugging the camera repeatedly, Liang Yiling suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, I'll tell you something ..." I went to listen cheerfully, and the shutter was pressed, with a bang. "I'm going to transfer, I'm sorry ..." "What? Why did you transfer? Did you get it and leave us? " How shocking and angry that is! -your good friend-friend, leaving you, but you have been kept in the dark! "You know, my grades are poor ..." Spicy and bitter, like a fishbone stuck in my throat, I can't spit it out and can't swallow it.

on the way back, both of them were silent. What hangs over the world is the lingering shadow ... My lifelong good friend just left me? So that's it? ! Just disappear forever? ! No! She didn't leave without saying goodbye! I will always be her friend!

time, solidified in my happiest time, but behind that joy, how much bitterness and sadness! Every time I see that photo, the world is always full of haze unconsciously. Photo Story Excellent Composition 8

Whenever I take out the photos taken in Dujiangyan and look at them carefully, I think of the scene of my family playing together in the summer vacation, which is still vivid and fresh in my mind. Last summer vacation, my parents and I went to Dujiangyan, which is an ancient and great water conservancy project in China and a world cultural heritage.

Standing on the Fulong Temple and looking down at the water in Dujiangyan, it can really be described as "rolling the Yangtze River to the east", and the momentum of Ma Benteng is enough to shock you! I stood on the Fulongguan and took a photo with the bottle mouth and the surging river as the background. This is the photo just mentioned.

There are many scenic spots in Dujiangyan, including the fish mouth, the flying sand weir, the bottle mouth, and the Erwang Temple. Each scenic spot is a classic. We kept pressing the shutter, leaving a wonderful and unforgettable moment. Today, when I saw the photos, I couldn't help but think of the great wisdom of Li Bing and his son more than 2, years ago, and I also learned about Dujiangyan's great role in the history of China. He irrigated a lot of farmland and produced a lot of grain, which made a sweat for the establishment and prosperity of dynasties. Liu Bang, the emperor gaozu of the Han Dynasty, had a great talent. Without Dujiangyan's irrigation, where did the food supplies come from? What about the Chu-Han dispute, not to mention the establishment of a powerful Western Han Dynasty? Among them, there was the outstanding contribution of Dujiangyan's water conservancy project. Today, Dujiangyan, despite more than 2, years of wind and rain, still sticks to his post like a solemn old man, and is firmly entrenched in the Minjiang River to benefit his people.

admiring these beautiful photos, the story behind them seems to be in front of you! Photo Story Excellent Composition 9

If we say that the "time machine" is the easiest to meet in life, it is a photo. Things in the past will turn into "photos", and in my mind, I will sort it out and connect it together. Maybe it is a complete movie, and maybe there are only small fragments left.

that time, I opened the photo album and saw the photo at a glance, which was taken by my mother and me when it snowed in the north of the city.

the video that popped up in my mind began to play.

I still remember that I was standing in the snow, and several big sisters wore gloves and piled up two oval snow balls in the corner. One was bigger, the other was smaller, and the smaller one was on top of the bigger one. When I saw it, I was a little curious, so I reached out to touch it. Just when I was about to touch it, my sister quickly grabbed my hand and moved it away slowly. My sister smiled at me, and I looked at her smile and reached back from her hand.

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I stood in front of the grass, and my brother, mother and father were kneading the snow in the grass into balls and throwing it at the front. I still remember that my brother was holding a ball of snow hard, and as a result, he squeezed a few drops of water and dropped it on the ground.

I thought it was fun at that time, so I grabbed a handful of snow on the grass and kneaded it into a ball. I was about to throw it forward, but the snow seemed to shine under the light, so I put it in my mouth in an instant:

"Why is it tasteless?"

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