Whether you are in school or in society, you are all too familiar with essays, right? According to the characteristics of writing propositions, essays can be divided into propositional and non-propositional essays. So do you know how to write a good essay? Here is the story in the photo essay that I have organized for you, welcome to read and collect.
The story in the photo essay 1Under the streetlight, a shadow was drawn long through the silent woods. The same as that day, the breeze caressed gently, but could not avoid a few chills. The moon was also curved, the only difference was that on that day, a brand new life landed in the world.
The photo in my hand was warmed. That girl, the sleeping baby in her hand; the indescribably happy smile, the slight rise of the corners of her mouth in that dream ......
Slowly, as if back to that day. Because I heard my sister-in-law say that my sister had come home, I quickened my pace; because I wanted to see my sister's lovely sleeping face, I pushed the door open very gently; because my sister slept so well, I took a long breath.
"Can I hold her?" I pressed my voice, one word at a time, and I looked at the sleeping cherub without moving a muscle; it was so quiet in that moment that all that could be heard was the sound of this little angel's breathing. "Of course," Mrs. Moon also said softly, "as long as you don't wake her up ah!"
I washed my hands and took the baby from the mom's arms. It was so soft, as if it would be rubbed accidentally; it was also very slippery, tender skin, set off by the dim light, it looked extraordinarily petite. That a pair of small hands, was covered with hot, and outside the cold moonlit night has a great difference ......
I smiled: once upon a time, longing for a biological sibling, envious of other students have siblings life. Although there are cousins and cousins, it is not easy to see a face, not to mention the company. But now, such a little angel, just so quietly lying in my arms ......
Who can not be excited about this? The water mist covered the eyes. Thinking back to before, so suddenly, just after surgery mom was very weak, eyes half-squinted. It was a relief to know that a girl had been born.
Holding her sister in her arms, she suddenly felt like she was growing up and should take on half of the burden of the so-called "family". At the same time, my mom captured the moment, the smiling me, the sleeping sister, and under the moonlight, the feeling of being a real grown-up.
In a trance, my sleeping sister raised the corners of her mouth slightly. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I think it's a good idea. I held my sister's tiny hand, and now, just like holding this photo ......
Story in a Photo Essay 2I have more and more photos in my album, and more and more things that I remember, but the one that sticks in my mind the most is the one that-- The first thing I did was to get the money to pay for the purchase, and then I had to pay for the purchase. I found her at once, she was full of grievances, and said to me, "Not counting, not counting, you peeked! You have to find it again!" I was a little angry, muttered in a small voice: "I didn't peep it ...... Ugh, forget it, I don't fight with children." "Alright!" My sister was yelling again. I looked over the side of the sound she made, and grabbed her at once, and she began to play tricks again, "You must have looked again, you have to - re - find -" I felt a little bit upset. - "I felt a little offended and shouted at her, "It's so easy to find where you're hiding, it's the idiots that can't find it!" "You are the idiot wow!" She retorted. I shook my head, glanced away, and said, "Go ahead and play here by yourself, I'm going up!" With that, I ran up and played on the computer.
I played for a while, and my anger was almost gone. Suddenly, I heard the bottom of the "bar" sound, quickly rushed down, saw my sister crossed her arms, squinting at which was broken wishing bottle. My sister saw me down, contemptuously said: "Hmph, see, this is the consequences of going against me!" I finally exploded, "So what if I don't play with you, it's not like you can control other people's minds, you're the one who did it wrong in the first place!" She seemed to recognize her own hungry mistake, lowered her head, helped me pick up the broken glass, I whispered, "Hey, you really know how to drop things ah, this is my classmate sent me a graduation gift!" After picking it up, I pointed to a wall and said to her, "You stand here like this, don't move!" And so came the scene in the photo. Somehow The Story in the Photo
The Story in the Photo Essay 3On October 26, 20xx, we were playing in Times Square as a family of three. I was ten years old at that time.
I saw the supermarket in Times Square and our family walked in. That supermarket was very beautiful and it was big, with five floors. The first floor sold plantains and snacks, the second floor was for shoes, the third floor was for clothes, the fourth branch was for bracelets, and the fifth floor was a place to eat.
We started out seeing a bunch of shows on the first floor and spent a lot of time there. We went back to the second level, where my dad and I bought shoes and looked around for half a day before finding a good fit. On the third level, my mom and dad and I bought a lot of clothes in the supermarket. We went to the fifth floor again, where there were many delicious food. Our family was hungry, so we ate braised pork, pork knuckles and other delicious food here. We walked out of the supermarket and cooled off on a little joe, wearing the clothes we bought in the supermarket, and took a lot of nice pictures from there. I saw a park there and I went over there. I saw a lot of kids my age there. We had a great time, we played on the swings and we played on the slide. On the slide, we rowed down one after another and it was very fun. When we were on the swings, we watched to see who was taller, and in the end I won. At four o'clock, we went home. However, my mom was very seasick. Three minutes after we started to get on the bus, my mom started to get sleepy, so she put her bag on me, and then she fell asleep, and I also fell asleep. Then at a few minutes past five, we got off the bus and went back to the house, where my mom started cooking dinner for me again, making lots of good food. I took one bite and pretty much ate it all.
The place in the photo is the place we miss the most, and the time we want to go back to the most, but we've grown up and can't go back.
Stories in Photos Essay 4I opened the album and saw a photo that made me laugh.
I remember it was last Sunday when my sister, my mom, and my friends and I were going to go swimming. Just came to the swimming pool, I saw the inside is very lively, simply a sea of people ah! I put on my swimsuit, put on the swimming ring, ready to go into the water. I along the edge of the pool slowly into the water, my feet just touched the pool water, screamed: "Ah! So cold! So cold!" So, they do not want to go into the water.
At this time, the family also came. At first, I thought they were coming to help me, but I didn't realize they were doing me a favor. The more I climbed up, the more they pulled me down. Of course, I was not as strong as several of them. Eventually, I was pulled down mercilessly, and gradually I got used to the temperature of the water. Before long, I was like a small fish swimming lively in the water. Suddenly, I was not careful, my feet slipped and I choked on water. Fortunately, my mom swam over quickly and saved me. Otherwise, I would have been miserable. Looking at my wretched appearance, my sister and friends laughed out loud there. I was dumbfounded, thinking: what's wrong with this group of people? What are they laughing at? And laughing so loud. I yelled, "What's wrong with you guys, you're pissing me off! Piss me off!" Just as I was getting angry, I heard a click, and I turned my head and saw, "Oh, it's my dad, and he's here! I turned my head and saw that it was my dad who had come and captured the moment for me. I was surprised and said, "Dad, why are you here?" Dad replied, "Your mom called me to let me know! What's wrong? Is there a problem?" At this point, we all laughed.
Whenever I see this photo, I can't help but smile.
The story in the photo essay 5The wallpaper of the phone, the computer, is an unforgettable photo. Because of this photo, my memory like forever fixed in that moment, a long time can not forget.
It was a hot June day, the class teacher held a graduation ceremony for us, and invited a professional photographer for us, just to help us leave the last good time.
On that day, it was breezy, but I felt unusually hot. The sun's rays were on my face and my tears were about to evaporate.
The teacher helped us line up. We walked to the camera, the class teacher sat in the center, a sweet smile on his face, but the smile can not cover the sadness, that is not to give up our sadness. Next to the English teacher, the word "reluctance" seemed to be written on her face. "3, 2, 1." "We've graduated!" At the same time, my face is full of smiles, may not be able to compete with the tears, but in the corner of my eyes.
Finally, my tears fell. This is the first time I feel tears are hot, it burned my face, but cooled my heart. At once the crying in the class became louder. I went out of the classroom, I didn't want to shed tears in front of my classmates. Thinking back, tears once again in the corner of my eyes. We often say that "time is not old, we do not break up", but now, time is not old, but we broke up.
Graduation ceremony is over, everyone with tears of sadness, but also with six years of memories out of the campus, so that everyone's face is full of youth, and the graduation photo full of joy, engraved in the heart of each of us.
Six years of elementary school, we "boiled" through 9600 lessons, 240 weeks, 12 semesters, a test paper, but scattered a group of people, leaving only a graduation photo, and a sentence - goodbye.
Time passes, we are growing. The eternal, but the good memories.
Stories in Photos Essay 6There is a photo under the glass panel of my desk. This photo was taken when my mom took Lu Liuwen and me to the Grand Canyon in Zhejiang. You see, in a crystal-clear stream, Lu Liuwen and I were having a water fight! We were having so much fun! Every time I see this photo, my thoughts go back to that day.
It was a day in the summer vacation, we were led by mom to the Grand Canyon of Zhejiang Province. There were green trees, wildflowers and grasses everywhere, a blue stream crisscrossing the area, and the air was fresh.
We were enjoying the charming scenery, while walking slowly forward with the flow of people, walking, a crystal clear creek appeared in front of our eyes, the sand and gravel in the water is clearly visible, because the water is not deep, a lot of people in the creek to tread water to play, the water splashes, like pearls jumping in the air. We were tickled to see it and went down to play in the water too. "Wow, the water is so cool!" I couldn't help but shout out. I raised my right foot, stepped down hard, "snap", a large water flower bloomed under my feet, a string of naughty water beads fluttering to my whole body, really comfortable!
Suddenly, Lu Liuwen in the back cupped his hand and sprinkled some water on my face, and suddenly, my face was wet. I'm not weak, and I'm not weak at all! I also do not show weakness, hastily scooped up a large cupped water force towards the Lu Liuwen Yang, most of her skirt is wet. But she is not but not angry, on the contrary, smiling back to me ...... so, we together splashed each other, two people are drenched, just like in the water festival. Mom see us play so happy, while we do not pay attention to the time, to help us take this picture.
This is a really unforgettable photo!
When I was 10 years old and working with my next-door neighbor's little sister as a best man and bridesmaid, the photographer offered to take a picture of me and my little sister in front of the wedding car. The photographer offered to take a picture of me and my little sister in front of the wedding car. A few adjustments were made, and the picture was taken with a click, and a few days later it was washed and sent to my home. The photo I wore a tuxedo, holding a dress 'little sister, behind a red wedding car, it looks like a wedding photo.
Once the teacher asked us to bring a photo of ourselves to school, of any kind. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. To the school, as if who tipped me off that I had brought an unusual photo, many students gathered around my desk and asked me to look at the photo, as soon as I took it out, one of them grabbed the photo, he took a look at it, and then shouted: "Come and see Tang Jinruo's wedding photo." The students crowded around, I was so shy.
Only in third grade, I was told to have a wedding photo, I still want to be a handsome man, if the female classmates know how to do? Next time must not bring this photo to others to see. I had a hard time grabbing the photo, brought it home and hid it, no longer showing it to outsiders. Because of this photo, the little sister and I were said to be a golden couple. I was just kidding at first, I just put up with it, but now I'm serious, I don't even dare to see that little sister, she's downstairs, I won't go downstairs.
I gradually began to complain that the photographer why to give me and my little sister to take this very much like a wedding photo of the photo, really want to tear the photo, but do not dare, afraid of mother said. Finally, after a major house renovation, the photo disappeared, I was a little happy, but it seemed a little reluctant to part with it.
Whenever I see the photo in the frame on the desk, I can't help but think of the story in the photo: I learned to cook.
On vacation, I came home in the afternoon, and just as I entered the door, I heard the sound of running water. It turned out that mom is panning rice cooking, I thought: Mom has to go to work every day, come home and wash clothes cooking, how hard it is! I should do some housework for my parents, to reduce the burden of parents. Can no longer be when the clothes to reach out, meals to open the mouth of the little princess.
So, I put down my bag and said to my mom: "I've grown up, let me do the cooking!" Mom's face now a trace of joy, after I repeatedly asked, mom finally agreed to let me cook.
I was happy to come to the sink, imitating my mother's appearance of panning rice, put into the rice cooker, plugged into the power supply. I see half a chicken on the chopping board, thought of a good idea, cut the chicken, open the pot, put on the oil, put the chicken in, keep turning, I put a moment of salt, a moment of chili, as long as it is seasoning I put in, and so I clip a piece of chicken to the mouth, only to know that it is salty and spicy, hard to eat dead.
Mom said to me: "Silly child, seasoning according to the dishes need to put." Language I suddenly realized, so it is, I thoughtfully nodded, in accordance with the method taught by my mother, re-do it once, my mother tasted a piece of it, happily stretched out his thumb and said: "fried really fragrant, daughter grew up, will do the dishes." Hearing these words, my heart is beautiful, only to know that labor is the most glorious. Just when I was happy, my mother used her cell phone to take this precious photo.
This is the story in my photo, which teaches me: everyone should try to do what they can not do, be brave to face, and keep trying to succeed!
The story in the photo essay 9
From birth to now, I have a lot of photos, they record the process of my growth, let me see myself from a small baby gradually grow into an elementary school student. These photos have also witnessed the various places I've been to and the various activities I've participated in. It's also fun to look at them. The most meaningful of my memories is the photo of me and my father in Taicang Huaxu Square, when we participated in the run.
It was August 20xx, I came to Taicang Huaxu Square under the leadership of my mom and dad to take part in this activity. The weather that day was very hot, we in the square each received a blue and white classic pinstripe soul shirt, a common red scarf, and a sticker printed with the word "children's fun run", we all put this sticker in front of the chest. I was sweating before we even started running, and we took several bottles of water to refill on the way. It was at this point that we asked someone to take this family photo for us. So the picture is like this, all three of us are wearing soul shirts and red scarves, my little hand is holding my dad's right hand, my head is slightly tilted to my mom's side, my mom is holding a bottle of mineral water in her hand, and my dad is carrying my little school bag on his shoulder, and all three of us are wearing big smiles on our faces. And so, we took this precious photo.
The next official start running, we do not want to win or lose, we all follow the team to run hard.
Finally, we came back to Huaxu Square, and we waited for the exciting lucky draw together. Later, my mom and dad and I got the prizes, and the whole family was very happy. Although I was very tired today, but I not only strengthened the sports cells, but also gained the small gifts that HuaXu Plaza prepared for us, it was really full of harvest!
Until now, I think of this event is still fresh in my mind, and now this photo is still stuck on our refrigerator with a magnet! That's my mom and dad taking me with them, experiencing their childhood memories together: sea soul shirts, red scarves ......
The story in the photo essay 10The story in the photo is an interesting story from my childhood. Whenever I pick up that photo, the corners of my mouth will unconsciously rise. Because I think of the laughter of my childhood and my childhood companions.
The five strange children in the photo are the children of my mom and dad's friends and I. Most of them are the same age as me, with an age difference of no more than one year, and the one-month and two-month birth intervals are exactly the difference between our moms and dads, which makes us look different from each other, and to say that *** the same thing, that is perhaps the strange and weird.
The photo shows the five of us squatting in the mud, digging potatoes. The clothes we wore were custom-made for us by our parents who went to the tailor store together, different colors, but exactly the same style, and the five of us squatting there looked like five colorful melons falling on the ground. You can't tell from the photo that we were digging potatoes, but the stories in my memory tell me that we were digging potatoes at that time. The potatoes were buried in the ground before we started the fire, and we couldn't cook the chicken because we didn't have the ingredients, but we had the potatoes, and no one could stop us from stealing our dads' lighters and our moms' old newspapers to start a fire on the land.
You can't see the fire in the photo, you can just see five weird kids digging around for something, and I have the impression that we lit the fire, with a gum wrapper and a little bit of fire, and that the paper, when thrown into the fire, turned the red fire into a green fire, and it looked like something strange was happening! But that green fire was never seen again after the wrapper was burned out, and all that can be seen is the memory of that green fire, taking us to fantasize about a more different moment.
The photo of us, look closely you can see a child in the stolen potatoes, that child is my childhood, I have not had time to peel off the potato outside the layer of soil, can not wait to use their hands to pick through the skin of the potatoes, with nails to pick out a little bit of stuffed into the stomach.
The story in the photo essay 11
In a sunny noon, I was very bored, turn over the album has been slightly yellowed and wrinkled outer skin, slowly flipping the album, along with my movements, my eyes stopped on a piece of harvest full of joy and happiness of the photos.
It was in the fall, a sunny afternoon, yesterday's harvest of rice has been transported to the sun field most sun, five o'clock in the afternoon, our whole family rushed to the sun field, to collect this morning put there in the sun of the rice, a walk to where you see the golden rice, one by one more than a very full, like eating a full meal of kittens lying on the ground to bask in the sun quietly and harmoniously, but it was broken by us!
I thought to myself, "Is that windmill a Dutch windmill? When I was thinking about it, my mom and dad carried what seemed to be the windmill that my grandmother said, and I saw it, and I thought, "It doesn't look like that at all." I asked, "What is it for, Grandma?" Grandma said, "It's used to sort the rice, and it has three outlets, an inlet, which is used to hold the rice, an outlet, which is used to blow out the leaves and stalks of the rice, and an outlet, which is used to flow out the full rice, and another outlet, which is used to flow out the husks of the rice, do you understand?" I was understanding nodded, grandmother said quickly go to help, I rushed over to help.
A turn of the eye.
The night slowly descended, a few stars appeared in the sky, rice all in bags, put in the warehouse to go, we are exhausted, but the face still hangs a smile, we sat in front of the door under the big tree to chat, in this moment, mom pressed the shutter, recorded our mood at that time.
At that time, I finally understood that the original food is so precious, is so hard to come by, but also realized the joy of the harvest.
Although it is just a photo, a common photo, but he is able to evoke you that a valuable memories, that you once again know that once countless times to understand the truth.
The story in the photo essay 12
A photo, recounting a story; a photo, recounting a period of experience; a photo, stirring up a memory; a photo, containing a feeling ...... looking at the photo of that an innocent cool cool me, I put on a smile and fell deep into the memories.
This photo is the year I was seven years old, June 1, June 1 Children's Day, my mother went to the institution to help me photograph. It is one of my favorite photos. I remember when I was a child, every year on June 1 Children's Day, we have to talent show, I'm a cheerful and naughty boy will often be "compelled" to perform on stage some singing, dancing and other variety shows.
That June 1 Children's Day, show time is coming, I asked my mom to help me buy a bottle of Coca-Cola to help me ease the anxiety. That a flavor, really is the agar, to me so far unforgettable. To talk about Coca-Cola is actually not which particular drink, but you some do not understand, since childhood mom and dad did not allow me to drink this drink, said into the children's body is not good, so far, because I did not figure out exactly which is not good for the human body.
Three or two drinks I walked on the stage, the anxiety gradually reduced. Along with the music came, my hands and feet move with the rhythm, but there are some can not keep up with the rhythmic sense of the song, posture has been slower than the other children a beat. My heart became anxious and my mind went blank. At that very moment, I noticed the shadows of my mom and teacher in the group, and they gave me a thumbs up with both hands! A sudden surge of boldness overflowed, and I gradually adjusted the strength of my posture as if it were combined with the sound of the music. At this point, my mom took a picture of me in the "coolest" photo.
I almost forgot that we were dancing a folk dance, and in my case, it was like riding a horse on the grasslands. ......
Daily life will write many memories for us, and I put them in a photo, each with its own little story.
Photos, so that everyone back to the past, reminiscent of the good times that have been lost.
The story in the photo essay 13
Gently open the thick album, a colorful "picture" in front of my eyes. The finger easily in the middle of the slide back and forth, suddenly, a photo into my eyes, my mind emerged a nostalgic past.
It was taken by my sister when I was six or seven years old, while playing in the river with my cousin in my hometown. We stumbled out of the river and stood up, literally in the water, but still smiling.
In front of the old house there is a clear river, which passes in front of my house all the year round happily weaving in and out of the big trees. That day, my grandmother was washing clothes by the river, and my cousin and I were frolicking and playing in the water beside her, and the crashing river was always smiling. To be able to play easily and happily, my cousin and I both took off our shoes and put them on the bank, "Wow, it's so cool!" We hold each other, toward the center of the river, our feet against the bottom of the water to walk, a variety of stones to step on the smooth, like a massage for our feet, fun!
"Cousin, why don't we race to see who gets to the bridge across the river first," I suggested. With that, we fought our way to the bridge. As we ran, we also splashed water on each other from time to time, and finally, my cousin was the first to run to the bridge. "Sister, look, there are so many fish in the river!" "Really, let's catch fish then!" "Coming!" Cousin, completely forgot that he was in the river, only to see him rise up in the air, but who knows, "Oops!" Only to see his feet slipped, limbs kept spinning, fell into the river. I laughed there with tears coming out, but did not stand firmly, also slipped and fell into the river. Now, we both became a soup chicken, before we had time to stand up, "click", my sister with a camera to capture us. We both looked at each other and laughed in unison.
Although it is an ordinary photo, but it is y burned in my heart, because it contains our sister and brother love, recorded our laughter, is the best memories of my childhood.
The story in the photo essay 14Mashing the drawer, a thin photo fell out, let me find the childhood memories, I slightly stunned, picked up the photo.
The photo is my kindergarten graduation photo, looking at the top of a tender face, I can not help but think of drifting to the past. I remember when the class, a female classmate surnamed Lu, as for the name of what, has long been lost in the long river of memory. Teachers are playing cartoons, I watched with great interest, but a sudden burst of pain, making me grimace, look down, I don't know where to come from a hand is under the table pinch me, looking for the source of this hand, is actually the female classmates surnamed Lu. I gritted my teeth, did not dare to scream out, I cross-eyed cold to her, only to see her still playful, I will be angry, the heart will be her hate I do not know how many times, reason makes me calm down. Cartoon that interesting plot to divert my attention, just to see the climax, and then came a burst of pain, look at it again, she is hitting me. I can not help but burn with anger, even if I have experienced the teacher's power, but also by the anger of the mind, began to "top wind", quietly lurked over, open my bloody mouth, bit hard, a bright red teeth marks appeared in her arm. "Oooh ......" a cry came, the teacher came over and asked, "What's wrong?" "She ...... she bit me." She used the trembling fingers, twisted features facing me, the teacher heard, willow eyebrows up, asked: "Do you have anything to say yet?" Classmates all turned to look at us, young and ignorant, my face brushed red like an apple, too nervous to speak. The teacher looked at the silence of me, they thought I was wrong, without saying a word on my head scolded me, scolded me bloody, I cried. After class, my mother came, with a cold gaze at me, I thought my mother was to comfort me, but I did not expect my mother just coldly dropped a "next time don't be like this", and then left.
The heart is like a bottle of five flavors, very bad taste. The only thing I know is that I'm not the only one who knows what I'm talking about.
Although this incident has been over for many years, every time I see this photo, my heart can't help but feel a burst of melancholy, I will bury this story in the bottom of my heart.
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Turning the memory album, there is a photo that I remember vividly, recalling the story in the photo, always make me excited.
It was a sunny morning, I went to the main exam place to take the exam, a glance at all the black people, I can not recognize which one is my teacher and classmates, so ignorant into the examination room.
The examination room is as quiet as a pin drop on the ground can be heard, even at home to practice the stove perfect, to the examination room in the heart of the anxious like a hot pot on the ants, uneasy. The time flies, in a flash it's my turn to go on.
I walked to the front of the blank, my heart like a few deer in the wildly beating. The fear of stage fright came crashing down on me. I felt that Takeuchi Seki would judge me harshly. A feeling of helplessness, of despair filled me, my knees trembled, my heart beat wildly, a terrible dizziness came over me, and I could not utter a word, and I was about to run away from the stage immediately afterward, but I felt that to do so would cast a shadow over me for the rest of my life.
At that moment I seemed to hear my mom shouting, "Tong Tong, you can do it! My timidity and nervousness disappeared, and I began to recite, and my voice spread all over the room, because I overcame the fear I had just felt, my recitation exceeded every previous one, and when the recitation was over, I sat quietly in a chair and waited for the end of the examination.
At this time, the certificate of the examination was in my hand, and my mother took this precious photo of me.
The story in the photo is unforgettable to me, and at the same time, it also makes me realize one truth: if a person wants to succeed, he must overcome himself and transcend himself!