"One" The Story in the Photo is an excellent composition of 5-7 words

Childhood is an endless joyful 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.

"II" composition "The Story in the Photo" 65 words

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be very common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. This is the only one!

My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. What full moon wine, what family gatherings are all absent, and occasionally have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there will always be a phone ringing, it's annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, I feel that my father is not at home and it will be quieter to eat. Composition network home.sanwen8.cn

At my grandfather's "6th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost just like eating at home, but unexpectedly, my father turned off his cell phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and colorful as a rainbow at the banquet. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures for me. My family of three took pictures of happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not false, but each smile is so innocent! I even took that photo to enlarge it specially.

whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out the photo, I will see that picture in my mind and feel my father by my side. Composition

At this moment, I no longer think that * * * is a ghost, but that * * * is so sweet and beautiful, because he proves that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide the crystal tears in the depths. Is it just time that passes in the process of growing up? Composition

When I opened that dusty photo album and let my thoughts flow, I finally realized that the years that passed the most were the songs of my childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo, which is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo for me. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. When I thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I was unhappy. Grandparents know that this will be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to make the family atmosphere active, they encourage their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Peking Opera that he hadn't sung for years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I would work hard to win honor for our families, and they also sent us a poem.

Dad set off fireworks and looked at the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I excitedly put our hands into the sky. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

At the moment when we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us in unison. Just watching, the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes dancing.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm river of love; That long ribbon of love; That hard rock-like hope.

It's true that time flies like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried in childhood still exist. Even though the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, that affectionate look will always be my driving force.

This photo with hope not only recorded my smiling face as a child, but also recorded the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

Instructor: Li Hongbing

Brief comments: The sentence is forceful, with true feelings between the lines, compact structure and prominent center.

Today, it's still stormy and thunderous, so I took advantage of the weekend with my parents to move out the photos I brought from Yangzhou last time, wipe the dust, and sort them out by the way. My parents suddenly opened their mouths and told an old story.

To tell the truth, I haven't looked through the photos for a long time, and suddenly I saw myself before, and I felt very abrupt. At that time, my smile was simple and bright, but I looked back at the present. As if wearing a mask, I couldn't find the feeling that I was afraid of ugliness when I was young. Dad said that it was because there were too many things and too many secrets hidden in my heart, and people's expressions seemed very fake. Suddenly, a heartfelt pain hit me right.

I liked the title on the page, "It must be a special fate to become a family along the way"

These people accompany you through the whole journey of your life at different times, as if it were agreed. When you arrive at the point and stop, you will slowly back off until you never contact each other. Only people with special fate can form a family, have children and grow old together, just like all happy families.

Life is like this, and there is hope. I am willing to bury myself in the crowd and enjoy the happiness of this cycle ~ < p How to write this composition

Story composition in a photo

The first article: Story in a 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.

article 2: the story in the photo

time is like running water, which flows quietly day and night. I also grew from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to keep tears in a notebook.

I put down the photo album that has been dusty for a long time, and my thoughts began to roll. I touch every photo, and every photo tells a story, about me and my childhood. My eyes suddenly stopped at a photo with some yellow edges, and I laughed happily.

in this photo. There is a little girl in a dress with a croissant braid. She is crying in the sky. This is me. There is also a big boy who laughs badly while eating lollipops, and that is my brother.

I remember it was an autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the shop. My brother wanted to eat it too, but I just didn't give it to him, so he gave me a bad brain.

He lied to me that a bigger and more beautiful lollipop can be found in my mother's car basket, and whoever gets it belongs to whom. I really want it, so I have to go and get it. At that time, I was too short to reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me, and I moved the stool to turn over my mother's basket.

I didn't find a lollipop in the basket. I was just about to ask my brother. Looking back, he was holding my lollipop and eating it! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I sat on the ground and cried. It happened to be photographed by my aunt who just bought a camera.

It's been seven or eight years since this incident. Now think about it. I was really cute at that time. This is the story that happened in my photo.

article 3: the story in the photo

today, I took out my favorite photo again. do you know what my favorite photo is? That is, I took a photo with the preschool children in kindergarten as a souvenir, because I will leave kindergarten soon to be a real primary school student.

Every morning, my parents and grandparents send us to the kindergarten, where we study, eat and take a nap together. I am both happy and reluctant to leave kindergarten and my classmates soon, because we have lived together for so long and don't want to be separated. Seeing 46 familiar faces in the photo, I think that after 2 years, some of us went to college, and some also took part in the work. I think what will we be like in 4 years? Ah, I see, we will be full of white hair, like grandfathers and grandmothers.

I must treasure this photo and let it accompany me to my old age.

article 4: stories in photos

twelve spring and autumn periods, I don't know hundreds of photos, which witnessed my growth.

Open the photo album and enjoy it page by page. The photos of my childhood are so cute. I often look at photos and sigh, "I am so old!" "

Look at this photo. I'm all smiles, my hands are open and my hands are crossed. What am I doing? By the way, there were guests at home that day, and I was excitedly introducing my own room!

Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud. See that big bed? I saved money to buy a set of furniture in my room. I remember grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself. Mother is worried and says, "I'm afraid you don't have enough money. Otherwise, buy something cheaper!" " "No, just buy it!" Later, I decided to borrow money from my mother and buy furniture, but my mother always said not to pay it back. As for me, I must return it, and I am seriously writing down the loan note to prepare for installment payment.

As I seldom do housework, I decided to be more diligent this time. When I do a housework, my mother will get rid of a little "debt" ...

In the morning, I got up early and started to prepare breakfast. At first, I often made mistakes: the milk yellow bag was not steamed, and there was too much jam on it ... It was also handy to prepare breakfast slowly. In the evening, I went to the balcony: put away my clothes, fold them and put them in the closet ... < P > In this way, after several months, my mother felt sorry and said, "Forget it, don't do it, don't return it!" But I still stick to my original decision and still do housework happily. When my mother told me that I had paid off my debts, I jumped with joy. At that time, I really realized the joy of getting what I paid ...

I remember that I bought furniture in the fifth grade, and this photo was taken in the sixth grade. Now it's the seventh grade. After so long, I'm still proud of it. However, now that I think about it, I borrowed a lot of money from my mother when I bought furniture, and I paid off the labor fee of five yuan each time. It must be my mother who helped me. So, now I do more housework when I have time. Although I want to help my mother, in my heart, this reason is also the main reason!

every time I see this photo, I run to my room, take a look, and then I can't help laughing!

a photo, a story, this is the story of saving money to buy furniture; A photo, a harvest, this is an unforgettable harvest in my life!

"Si" wrote a 4-word composition on the topic "Stories in Photos".

Today, I accidentally flipped through the photo album, and suddenly, a photo came into my sight: in that photo, there was a woman in a skirt.