In the ordinary study, work, life, we all inevitably have to come into contact with the composition, right? Composition is composed of words, through the consideration of the human mind, through the organization of language to express the significance of a theme of the genre. What kind of composition have you seen? The following is a story of a photo essay that I have organized for you, just for reference, let's take a look at it.
A story of a photo essay 1Whenever I turn over my small photo album, I remember one unforgettable story from my childhood, and among these photos, there is one that impresses me the most.
The background of the photo is a verdant vegetable garden, in the middle of the photo stands a little girl wearing a halter dress with purple flowers, chubby little face, big round eyes, holding a round but there is a gap in the hands of the tomatoes, small mouth tightly pursed, cheeks bulging, she is four years old when I was.
As for why my cheeks are bulging and I'm holding a tomato with a gap in it, just listen to me slowly: During the summer vacation, my mom took me back to my mother's house. The garden at my grandma's house is really big! Growing all kinds of vegetables. It's really time to harvest, there are bright green cucumbers, purple tender eggplant, sharp pepper ...... Among these vegetables, I like tomatoes the most. I cheerfully came to the tomatoes in front of, yelling for my mother to give me to pick the biggest and reddest tomatoes, mom cheerfully picked down to me, I took over don't mention how happy in the heart. At this time, my uncle came over with a camera and said to me, "Come on, I'll take a picture of you, the tomatoes will have to wait until after the photo can be eaten ah!" But how could I resist? I took a bite and put it in my mouth the moment my uncle took my picture. The result was a photo like this.
I treasured this photo in the album, a it retained an unforgettable scene in my life, retained the memory of my happy childhood, retained the love of so many relatives to me. I slowly grew up again, in the look at the photo of the hour, will always well up infinite warmth of emotion.
A photo story essay 2Look, this is a photo I took on Laoshan Mountain in Qingdao, you know what I am doing? Why did I make the pose of hitting my head against the wall? It turns out that I am not stupid or dizzy, I am imitating Wang Qi. Wang Qi? Who is he? Listen to me tell a thought-provoking story and you will know.
The story goes that there is a Laoshan Mountain by the sea, where there is an immortal living, and people call him Laoshan Taoist. It is said that this Laoshan Taoist priest magic is strong, many people want to worship him as a teacher. A few hundred miles from the Laoshan County, there is a person called Wang Qi, since childhood, very envious of people who will be magic. After hearing about the Laoshan Taoist, he left his family and went to Laoshan to learn magic. The Taoist priest in Laoshan knew at a glance that he was a pampered person and said, "Learning spells requires a lot of suffering." Wang Qi pleaded again and again, and only then did the Laoshan Taoist priest agree to take him.
In the beginning, the Taoist priests in Laoshan were in no hurry to teach them spells, but they let Wang Qi go up to the mountain to cut wood with his brothers. The first time he did this, he was able to get his hands dirty.
In the blink of an eye, two months passed, and the master still didn't teach the spells. Wang Qi couldn't stand it any longer, so he went to see the master. The master asked, "What kind of spells do you want to learn?" Wang Qi said, "Apprentice common master walking walls can not block, learn this good." The master agreed, under the guidance of the master, Wang Qi unknowingly to the other side of the wall.
Wang Qi went home and boasted to his wife that he had learned the art of walking through walls. The wife didn't believe him and let him try, but Wang Qi not only didn't get through, but also hit a big bag on his head. The result was that Wang Qi not only failed to pass through the wall, but also got a big bump on his head. Wang Qi cursed the master, but did not reflect on his own refusal to suffer. Since then, Wang Qi has remained an uneducated man.
Through this story, I realized that: if you think you can win by chance without any effort, you will often fail to achieve anything.
A Photo Story Essay 3By chance, I saw an old photo that instantly brought my memory to the time of war.
"Mommy, Mommy, where are you!" A child of about three or four years old, wearing tattered clothes stained with blood, sat helplessly on the ground and cried. All around the child was debris from the collapse of the house. The bridge broke and became shaky; the railroad blew up and became twisted and deformed; the house burned down, broken bricks and tiles covered all over the place ...... At this time, the child's eyes, just a piece of rubble.
Just before the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai railway station on August 28, 1937, the child and his mother and father came to the train station with heavy luggage, ready to escape from this no longer peaceful place. Suddenly, a loud bang broke the quiet scene, and a man shouted, "The Japs are coming! The Japs are coming!" Before the words left his mouth, a bomb flew down from the sky. Cries, shouts, and screams filled the entire train station. "Boom boom!" The sound grew louder and louder as the Japs unleashed their bombs on the crowded train station, people panicked and fled for their lives, and the air was filled with the smell of war. Mom and dad in this critical moment, is ready to carry the child to the safer under the bridge, but not yet a few steps, a bomb fell, the people present one after another fell in a pool of blood, the child's parents also do not know when to fall down. This poor little boy still does not know how cruel the world, he was in front of a chaotic situation in front of him scared, just now also hold their own mom and dad, all of a sudden no trace, as if the whole world is only left him alone, he cried ...... fearfully at this time, he did not know that he has become an orphan.
I hate the war, hate the atrocities of the Japanese invaders, the war so that how many innocent people lost their lives, so that how many children lost their parents, and to the people of the country brought multiple disasters! The only way we will not be bullied by foreign powers is to have a strong nation. Everyone hopes for peace, hope that tomorrow's "flower of peace" will always bloom!
In my photo album, there is a photo that I remember the most. That is my mom and dad and I in the Olympic torch relay to our Wenzhou in the Century Square shot.
That day, we came to the Jinxiu intersection, the traffic police had put the place under traffic control. So we had to go on foot. To the Century Square, where a sea of people, looking out to see the head and not see the tail. Many people all over the body "armed", holding a red flag, face plastered with patriotic pattern stickers, wearing the Olympic torch white T-shirt, the atmosphere seems particularly lively. Dad in order to celebrate also posted a small red flag on the face!
By nine o'clock, we heard people shouting, "The torch car is coming, the torch car is coming!" The crowd was both excited and boisterous all at once. We also rushed to find an appropriate location, my father picked me up, I fixed my eyes, wow! On the highway, people surrounded the road on both sides of the plate, the torch car can only crawl slowly like a tortoise.
I stretched my neck like a penguin, but I still can't do anything because my neck is not as long as a giraffe's, and I can't see the torchbearer passing the torch. By this time, the crowd was roaring with joy, giving me a sense of the excitement and hustle and bustle of the scene, and even though I couldn't see it, I still felt happy.
The torch car is far away, the crowd is slowly dispersing, I hold the Olympic flag in one hand, under the armpits of a bucket of cookies it! I have a bucket of cookies in my armpit. My dad is standing behind me, holding a big five-star red flag. Suddenly "click", mom pressed the shutter of the camera, this memorable photo into the camera, became my wonderful memories.
Whenever I look at this photo, I am happy. I was so happy to witness this historic scene and to feel so satisfied and proud that my country could organize this great event.
The Story of a Photo Essay 5I was stunned. The self in front of me made me emotional. The mouse lingered for a moment on each face of the photo. As if the future is caressing the once. Tears have long since filled the eyes.
I have a beautiful face in the photo, but the cross-eyes and big mouth "ruined" my image. I can't help but smile when I think about it. The upper left corner is our elementary school class "big sister". The book she is holding in her hand is the favorite of the Jin Yong fans in our elementary school. The one on the right is the famous bold "bad student". I can't help but think of that day.
On the last day of elementary school, I walked through the door with a heavy heart. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The class was not as noisy as before, all quietly doing their own thing. The teacher came into the class and we didn't even know it. The teacher spoke gently to us, "I know you're all sad, we've been together for five springs and autumns. We have gone through all kinds of things together, 38 smiling faces will always be remembered in our hearts, we will always be five (3) this collective," the teacher's words made us emotional, listening to the teacher's words we looked at each other, conveying to each other the best side. "Then Friday's duty student ......" I gave myself mental gas pumping said: "the last minute, must turn the class into the cleanest look!"
One by one, the classmates left. We are on duty in the inside working sweaty. Xia Yihan, my "best friend" decided to help us. Although I'm only cleaning the blackboard, I have to clean the computers and the podium. It was much easier for me to help my "best friend". We were all sweating, but we all believed in the same thing as I did, and after 15 minutes, it was very heartwarming to look at our "work". "Let's take the picture. Li Lingyun, you're in the front!" "A photo was born. Thinking about the past of the elementary school continues to come to mind ......
Margin, let me and you like in the osmanthus rosy September; dream, let me and you separately in the hot sun spit hot June. Friends, in the five spring and fall days you get along with, friendship makes me cherish. It is you who make my miserable days also wonderful, it is you who let me find the beauty of life. For all of this, let me trace the footprints with you *** together.
A photo of the story essay 6Above the bookshelf at home, there is a photo of me, which was taken when I was playing boy scout in a shopping mall in Guiyang. In the photo, I was fully armed with a helmet and a safety rope tied to my body, with a nervous look on my face, holding the rope with both hands on a high altitude, with one foot on the pedal and the other slightly raised, just about to walk to the next step. Whenever I see this picture, it reminds me of that time and gives me courage and strength.
It was during the National Day holiday when my mom took me to Guiyang. When I was shopping at the mall, I suddenly saw a playground with scouts, so I asked my mom to buy me a ticket. Although it was my second time to play scout, I was still very nervous. With the help of the coach, I put on the equipment and walked to the first level, and only at first, because the difficulty was not high, my speed was quite fast. But as the height increased and the difficulty of the course increased, my heart was pounding and I was scared at every step. In this way, I wobbled to the third level, looking at the front of a wobbly pedal I really dare not go over. At the bottom of the mother has been watching me seems to see my timidity, it hastened to encourage me loudly, I drummed up the courage, even if the heart is afraid, but also took a brave step. Just then, my mom pressed the shutter on her cell phone to record this precious moment.
After I got home, I printed out this photo and put it on the bookcase. Whenever I saw this photo, I recalled the moment when I surpassed myself. I think, in the future, when I encounter difficulties, I must not retreat, I should actively use my brain, brave to face and solve the difficulties.
A Photo Story Essay 7Every time I see this photo, I think of that cute little bunny. On the photo, a little girl with a smile on her face has been eating cabbage for the bunny, and that little girl is me.
The bunny was a birthday present from my parents on my 9th birthday. The bunny was all fluffy, so I called it Fluffy.
When I first bought it, Fluffy was the size of the palm of my hand. I installed Fluffy in a big paper box. One day, I was doing my homework in the house, suddenly, thud - a sound, gave me a big shock. I thought something had fallen to the ground, but when I looked carefully, nothing was there. I was just about to do my homework again when I saw a rabbit running around our large living room. I yelled out anxiously, "Fluffy, what are you doing out there? Naughty bunny, watch how I clean you up when I get a grip!" I quickly stood up from my chair and went after Fluffy. While chasing and also said: "You give me a stop, good behavior is not good! Be careful, I won't let you eat today!" Trying to catch Fluffy is easier said than done. Fluffy running around, a moment, I also sweating, but not yet grasp Fluffy. Eventually, or dad came home and grasped the naughty Rong Rong.
Many months later, Fluffy grew up. One day, my mom said to me, "Lele, let's give the bunny away, okay?" I heard, constantly bobbing his head, tears came to his eyes, and said loudly, "No need, everyone has to give it away!" But in the end, my parents couldn't help me, so I let them give it away. Before I gave it away, I said to my mom, "Mother, I'll feed Fluffy again, will you take a picture for me? After that, I "can look at this photo if I miss Fluffy." Mother nodded her head.
After that, every time I saw this photo, I would think of Fluffy, and the moments I spent with him. I was so looking forward to touching Fluffy again. I miss Fluffy so much!
I have a photo of me eating stinky tofu when I was a kid.
It was when I was five years old and my mom took me to the county. We first went to the supermarket, and then my mother took me to the amusement park, in the amusement park I will ride a small train, a moment to ride the roller coaster ... ... a long time. My stomach growled. We went out of the gate. At this time, a strange smell jumped into the nose, "jumped" so that I was so greedy ah! I deliberately asked, "Mom, smell, what is this smell? It smells so good!"
Mom seems to have guessed my thoughts, pulling my hand: "Go, go and see!"
Just saw the roadside set up a small stall, surrounded by people. I squeezed my head in and saw a stove and a pot. In the plate by the stove, stinky tofu was placed neatly in one piece. They look like "black dolls" that have just rolled out of the coal pile.
The boss used long chopsticks to pick up the "black dolls" and "giggled" along the edge of the pot. With long chopsticks to help them turn over a few times, "black dolls" in the "clattering" sound of frying put on the "golden armor".
"Boss, one for me." Mom yelled. Mom yelled first. The boss skillfully clip out a few "gold doll", squeeze the hot sauce, sprinkle onions, handed me. The red hot sauce, green chopped green onion, yellow and orange stinky tofu, put in the white box, the color combination is very bright. It all looked fragrant!
"Ah, it's hot!" I do not care about hot, a big bite, the outside of the "golden armor" crispy, crispy; inside soft, white, sweet and spicy taste overflowing in the mouth. At this point, I picked up another piece and bit it in my mouth. A stream of chili juice flowed out of my mouth.
"Click", a small girl wearing glasses and a halter dress, eating stinky tofu on the roadside is fixed in this photo.
A Story of a Photo Essay 9My mom is a fan of photography, and since I was born, she has enjoyed taking pictures to record the bits and pieces of my life. Among my many photos, one is particularly interesting: we father and son, three of us in unison, lying on the side of the bathtub, staring intently at the inside. Want to know what we were looking at? It started with a summer vacation.
I remember some days the heat was unbearable, our family decided to go to the famous seaside town of Xiangshan to play summer. After dinner, when the sunset sunset gradually faded, we can not wait to go to catch the thief head hide in the sand hole of the sand crab. A bucket, a shovel, a flashlight, each person took these simple household goods, set off!
When we arrived at the beach, the night was already completely low, the stars were twinkling in the skylight, and the sea was gently lapping at the beach and the reef. We searched for our target like the Night Ranger, guided by the moonlight.
The four of us as a family spread out and wandered aimlessly along the beach with flashlights. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I swept a dark shadow, and fixed my eyes on an unusually lean sand crab. Under the light, it was also staring at me, and we had a wide-eyed stare.
This sand crab's reaction is extremely fast, not waiting for me to pounce on the front, it is under the feet of the wind like a speedboat huffing and puffing. I bellowed, followed closely. My dad, who was not far away, heard the sound and quickly covered the fast-moving sand crab with a shovel. He carefully lifted the shovel and welded it, then pinched its shell and put the "big pincer monster" into the sand bucket.
This is the first sand crab that I caught, and it was my first time to catch it. Next, we found three more crabs in sandy holes and tunnels, and two of them were found in the same hole.
Back at the hotel, we put the sand crabs into the bathtub and watched them chase each other around. My mom also took the opportunity to capture the three of us in a "silly" moment. Whenever I see this photo, I remember the fun time of catching crabs
A Photo Story Essay 10Today, I saw a sad picture in my language book, and I couldn't help but think of the sad scene of the Japanese bombing of China, which was shown in a TV drama some time ago.
On August 28, 1937, when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station, the real scene was captured by a reporter.
On that day, the child named Xiaojun was resting at home with his mom and dad. Suddenly, there was a roaring sound from the sky, explosions and gunfire on land, which took the lives of many people, and suddenly, voices came from the street: "The bombers of the devils are coming, run away!" Xiaojun's parents were busy picking up their belongings and fleeing out of the city. Adults, children, uncles and aunts were all running and crying. In a short while, the Shanghai South Railway Station was immediately destroyed by missiles, and it was in ruins. The Japanese bombers set up machine guns and swept away frantically. At that time, the little boy's father was hit by a bullet through his chest and fell down at once, and the child's mother cried out for her husband, and Xiaojun cried out, "Papa! Dad!" Xiaojun's mother immediately ran east, which another Japanese bomber dropped a missile, the mother in order to protect the safety of the child, the body to the body of Xiaojun tops, this abominable missile hit the land, the mother was also blown up, the child bawled, looking at the debris in the ruins, the child will become an orphan in the future, he will make a contribution to the country in the future, to help China get rid of the poverty of the economy.
The war is so merciless and cruel. We want to live in a peaceful home. The whole world should act in unison to maintain peace and stop war! Let tomorrow's world really become a human home full of sunshine, flowers and love!
A Photo Story Essay 11A photo often carries a sweet memory or a vivid and interesting story. This photo may seem ordinary, but it records an incident that happened when I was six years old.
In the photo, the blue sky with a few white clouds, the majestic Great Wall of China is behind. The chubby, chubby little boy in the center, holding the wall with one hand and striking a victory pose with the other, silly and a little cute, is me. This photo was taken on May 4, 20xx. On that day, my mom took me to Beijing and the Great Wall. When we reached the slope of the Good Han Dynasty, my mom was exhausted and out of breath, so she stopped with a group of tourists to take a rest. "How can I climb up this slope?" said an aunt. An aunt spoke beautiful Mandarin. I ran up to her and said in my Mandarin, which was mixed with too many dialects, "It's not easy! Learn from me and climb up like a monkey." I made a mischievous face as I said this and gave them a demonstration. I made the tourists laugh, and a few foreigners looked at me and laughed too, and one of them said something to me in a jabbering voice. One of them even said something to me. An uncle said to me, "How cute! Little friend, how old are you?" "I'm six years old!" I answered ...... proudly in a tender tone of voice During the break, I became the happy fruit of the uncles and aunts, who kept teasing me. Tiredness in the laughter quietly slipped away, I do not know who said: "so ding dong little girl can climb up, do we adults are not as good as children? Let's go, good men, like little monkeys to climb up the slope of good men!" After saying that, we talk and laugh, spirited, to the good Han slope set off ......
Whenever I see this photo, I will think of the Great Wall's majestic, remember my young naivety, and remember and I climbed with the good Han slope uncles and aunts of the smiling face ... ...
A Photo Story Essay 12A photo is an interesting story; a photo is a good memory.
It was a hot summer vacation, mom and dad took me to Beidaihe travel. We came to a pigeon square against the river, far away, those pigeons and white, green, yellow, gray ...... colorful and various. Some of them are soaring in the sky, some are looking for food, and some in the crowd leisurely walk. The square was a lively, peaceful scene. So, I asked my father for 2 yuan to buy pigeon food to feed the pigeons, I squatted down to carefully observe the pigeons, their body feathers of different colors, sparkling with colorful luster, with jewel-like sparkling eyes, pink beak, flesh-colored nose, two small orange claws, beautiful. I couldn't help but pour out the pigeon food in my hand and gently walked over to feed them. At first, I was scared because their little sharp beaks would peck at me, so I spread the pigeon food on the ground for them to eat. Then I saw my dad and others putting the food into their hands and raising their hands a little higher, and the pigeons automatically flew over to eat it. So, I boldly stretched out my hand to do it, and sure enough, two pigeons flew to my arm to eat, pigeons are not afraid of people, they use their mouths to peck pigeon food in my hand, I do not feel a little pain, but also feel a little itch! Just then, there are a few pigeons eating at my dad's place, and my mom was quick to catch the shot.
Mom told me that these pigeons are doves of peace. They symbolize peace. Hearing my mom say this, I like these pigeons even more.
Although this is already in the past, but in one's heart: memories are priceless, memories are real, memories are innocent, memories are sweet, memories are the diary of the heart, memories are ours alone. Until now, that photo has been placed in the most conspicuous place ---- on the nightstand in my house.
A photo of the story essay 13I am packing moving luggage, I inadvertently turned to the album, which a photo is so nostalgic, at this time, I have to the hand stopped in the moment to turn the page, I saw a photo of me as a child - a photo of me and my grandfather.
This photo, probably taken when I was five years old, shows me sitting on my grandfather's lap, holding a new trinket that he bought me, and we are all smiling happily.
Grandpa has loved me since I was a child, and would buy me almost anything I wanted at the first opportunity. I remember one time, I played with my neighbor's little sister with her cat, the kitten was very good, and I loved it, and unintentionally, I said, "I wish I had one."
The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of the cat, confused, opened my eyes, and saw a snow-white kitten ambushed next to me, I rushed to get up from the bed, when my grandfather came in, and said to me, "Like it?" This time, I became clear about the original cause of things, happy to fall into the arms of grandpa.
When I was a child, my sister loved to bully me, because she is bigger than me, stronger than me, I lost to her every time, she every time to use some crooked reasoning to fix me, can't fight her, I cried and went to look for grandpa, let grandpa to pack her a meal, I feel very happy. Once, my sister held a stick in her hand, trembling, an accident, the stick violently hit me on the head, first feel the eyes, then froze for a few seconds, then wow cried out, after hearing the cries, grandparents immediately rushed to the yard, I cried very sad, the gas can not breathe, grandpa saw the situation, went up to the sister gave a slap, I screamed in my heart, my sister fell to the ground, covering the face and I together with me to cry out.
There are many stories of my childhood and my grandfather, although he has passed away, but it is still fresh in my mind.
A photo that reminds me of my childhood with my grandfather, happy, sad, angry.
A Photo Story Essay 14Summer vacation is coming, my mom gave me a task to clean up my bookcase. So I used this evening to start organizing my bookcase. By chance, I found an old photo ......
This old photo was taken at the beach when I was six years old. It was sunny and breezy that morning, and my best friend, Cai Ying, and I went to Moon Bay to play together.
Walking on the beach, stepping on the soft sand, the breeze gently caressing our hair, it was very pleasant. Not long after, we began to pile up the castle. First of all, the sand piled up into a high "hill" and then use the bucket of water to give it "shape", and then find the shells, in the castle around the circle, and finally put the flag in the top of the castle, so the beautiful castle has been completed.
After piling up the castle, we began to dig a puddle, we used a shovel to dig hard, digging, digging, digging almost two or three minutes, but the pit is still not bottomed out, and then dug four, five minutes, finally dug a good big pit, and then we will be in the water. But soon, the sand from the beach filled up the pit again. With joyful laughter, we started to prepare for surfing.
We pulled up our pants, did a running start, and then ran out. At first the water was just over my calves, and then my thighs felt an icy sensation. I retreated to the beach to see, the original just did not notice, the result of the pants by the water girl "touch", it is a large wet.
Time flies, at night, we are ready to go home. On the way, the colorful sun shines on the Moon Bay, accompanied by the band's song, farther and farther away from us ......
Happy times are always short, looking at this old photo, let me think back to the good times with my good friends, I believe that I will be more cherished in the future this friendship.
A photo story essay 15
Turned over the old photo album, which is full of my memories, I looked over and over again, a photo to go to the Nanxi River to play attracted my attention, so nostalgic ah, let me tell you about it:
A summer vacation, is in the summer, the sun shines brightly, the weather was clear, I went with my parents to the Nanxi River to play, I was only two years old, and would not I was only two years old at the time, and I could not remember, these things are from my mother's mouth to learn, the scenery of the Nanxi River is breathtaking, I want to sigh in my heart, but I do not know how to say, there is a fishing boat from the side of the rowing father held me on the shore to see the mountains, look at the water, I do not look at these, look at the side of the kiosk is rotating in the machine of the barbecue sausage, my father would like to divert my attention, they put on swimming trunks, holding me towards the river, just enter the water, I was not aware of, at first, I was fine. I was unaware of it, at first it was fine, but when I felt my body start to get cold, I realized that I was already in the clear river, and I raised my voice to say the two words I had just learned: "Don't." Dad answered me in that gruff voice, "Don't what don't? Take a swim, how happy."
I reluctantly went to swim, my father held me in the water to swim around, I slowly adapted to enjoy the fun of playing in the water. I splashed my brother for a while, and then splashed my mother for a while, and then splashed my cousin for a while, and they were a little dry and a little wet, and I had a good time and laughed, and a burst of laughter broke off, "Ha ha." So not happy, I frolicked inside the river, slapping the surface of the water, my mother saw this, and immediately used the camera to capture it all.
Flipped the album, saw the photo, it is my childhood memories, right.