1. A 600-word composition about the story of old photos
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry, to a person who has ideals and knows how to turn crystal clear tears. As a girl hiding deep in her heart, when she grows up, is it just time that passes?
Opening the long-dusted photo album and letting my thoughts flow through it, I finally realized that what has passed the most is the cantabile years of my childhood.
Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo. This is an extremely outstanding old photo that is very precious to me. In the photo, my sister and I stretched our hands into the blue sky to welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks.
Remember, it was the Spring Festival. Due to the needs of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and our grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. Whenever I thought of being separated from my friends, I would hide in the hut and cry non-stop. Even during the Spring Festival, I was depressed. My grandparents knew that this would be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to liven up the family atmosphere, they encouraged my father to buy fireworks. Grandpa actually sang a Peking opera that he had not sung for many years.
I don’t understand why the parting moment is so lively.
My grandparents urged me and my sister to work hard and bring honor to our family. They also gave each of us a little poem.
Dad set off fireworks and looked at the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I excitedly raised our hands to the sky. At that moment, the camera captured this eternally beautiful moment.
The moment we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us. Just watching, the silent air couldn't help but turn into snowflakes. Flying.
From the eyes of my family, I seemed to see the warm river of love; the long ribbon of love; and the hard rock-like hope.
It is true that the years have passed by like a song, but the true feelings and hopes that have been buried in childhood still exist; even if the sea is gone, the affectionate eyes will always be the driving force for me to move forward.
This photo carrying hope not only records my childhood smiling face, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown. 2. How to write a photography composition, no less than 400 words
One day, my father took Xiao Ming to the park to take pictures.
The trees in the park are lush, and there are many kinds of colorful flowers that are fragrant. Xiao Ming chose a good place with particularly lush trees and fresh air to take pictures.
Suddenly, my father saw Xiao Ming running away in a hurry. I felt very strange and said to myself: "What is he going to do?" So my father followed him and walked over.
It turned out that Xiao Ming found that a little sister had fallen, and he quickly stepped forward to help her up. Dad hurriedly raised his camera to capture this touching shot.
Dad found that his son had grown up and became sensible. I felt sincerely happy, and a smile spread across my face.
Xiao Ming is really a good boy who is willing to help others. We should all follow his example and be a little Lei Feng in the new era, making the world full of love. 3. Graduation photo composition
Taking graduation photo
All of a sudden, five years of primary school life is coming to an end, and we are going to junior high school. To commemorate, we will take graduation photos.
The students were very excited when they arrived at the place where the photos were taken. However, when they thought about breaking up with their classmates of five years, they couldn’t help but feel disappointed. However, they still looked happy on the surface. look like.
I still remember that when we first entered the first grade, we were all ignorant and just playing. When we entered the second grade, we were much more sensible, but still very naive. When we entered the third grade, we began to mature and no longer Just thinking about playing, but knowing that we have to study hard; another year has passed, our growth speed has accelerated, we have become more mature, and we have begun to compete with each other to see who has better academic performance and is more awesome. ; In fifth grade, that is, now, we study hard in order to be admitted to an ideal middle school!
I remember that in the third grade, Xiao Lizi and I were at the same table, and we often scolded each other for trivial things. "Plums!", "Camel!", "I am a camel, then I will eat you!", "Humph! It's just like you! Cut it!"... As a result, I was very angry, and together with my friends Walked out of the school gate. I happened to see Xiao Lizi's mother, so I got angry and told his mother the whole story with added jealousy. The next morning, I had already forgotten about it. However, as soon as I sat down, my deskmate Xiao Lizi shouted to me: "You, what are you, why did you tell my mother, ah!" "Can't - can't you? Who are you, you want to order me! ! ! ! " I glanced at Xiao Lizi, and I saw that Xiao Lizi was going crazy...
Countless scenes appeared in my mind. Suddenly, a "click" sound brought me back to reality from my memories. The photo was taken, and all I saw was my face on the camera, that smiling face, that pretty face.
In the blink of an eye, six years of primary school life will be gone forever. In this class and this school, it is a fate and a gift that we can be together. God has given us a gift to be together. , spend the changes from children to teenagers together, from childishness to maturity, from maturity to adulthood. A few years later, I will still recall this beautiful moment, these six beautiful years, as clear and holy as spring water. 4. Write an essay on the topic of "photos", the title is of your own choice, about 500 words
Whenever I open a photo album, one of the photos always makes me laugh, the scene of picking strawberries It will appear in front of my eyes:
It was a sunny Saturday. My mother, aunt and others took three of us children to pick strawberries in a greenhouse in the suburbs. Coming to the suburbs, it feels different! While admiring the scenery, I followed my mother to the destination. I saw white "arch bridges" built with shelves everywhere in the fields. "What are these for?" I asked curiously. This is the greenhouse! Mom answered. Then, my mother picked up some small pots and buckets, and a group of us followed a middle-aged woman to a large shed. The middle-aged woman opened the door of the "Arch Bridge", and we followed in excitedly.
Wow! A burst of hot air rushed towards us. No wonder the strawberries were on the market so early. The temperature inside was so high that we felt like we were in a big steamer. Looking around, I saw patches of green lined up neatly in the greenhouse. Dots of red and white pop up from time to time among the green bushes, and there are also small paths left in each green bush.
I took a closer look and found out that the red ones were strawberries hidden among the green bushes, and the white ones were inconspicuous little flowers.
My mother came over and said, "You kids, let's compete in picking strawberries. Whoever picks the most, big, and red strawberries within ten minutes without trampling them will win!" We were happy! He readily agreed.
"Start!" Mom gave the order, the game started, and we started to do our own thing. Let me tell you, picking strawberries is not as simple as you think. First of all, you have to have a sharp eye to find the red and big strawberries hidden under the leaves, and then gently pinch them with your nails. This will do. Don’t be reckless. , if you are impatient and pull hard, those strawberries will suffer.
Suddenly I found a big, red strawberry. I was surprised and happy, as if I had discovered a new world. I was afraid that others would get ahead of me. When I was about to pick it, I just heard a voice: "Look here!" "I just turned my head away, but accidentally, I made a move with my foot and fell into the muddy water, still holding a strawberry in one hand. This funny action happened to be permanently recorded by my mother's camera.
Look! My strawberry picking experience was interesting! This photo is a testament to it! 5. A 450-word essay on stories in photos
Sometimes I am alone at home, which is very boring, so I often look through the photo album. I like a photo in the photo album, and that photo is very cute. If you want If you see the situation in the photo, let me tell you about it! In the photo, the blue sky is endless, with a few white clouds floating freely. There is a green grass below. There is a beautiful chair on the grass, and there is a cute child Yazhi next to the chair. That is me! When I was taking pictures, I only looked ahead and even hugged the bear backwards! Even now, people still ask me, is that you? Isn't that a boy? If that's you, why don't you have hair? I replied, wasn't I a child at that time? I had no hair and I had just learned to walk! You see, I only had three teeth at that time! I no longer remember those scenes, these were all told to me by my mother.
In fact, I always lost my temper when taking pictures, so my mother coaxed me and said: "Son (my mother likes to call me son), be obedient. Mom will take you to KFC later." Said: "Okay, okay..." I didn't know what KFC was at that time! Anyway, I think it’s delicious, haha! If given the chance, I would like to go back to that wonderful time.
Story in Photos Essay 450 words 2: Story in Photos The beautiful life of my childhood, I recorded it with my camera. In my photo album, I record many beautiful moments of my childhood.
I saw an unforgettable photo in the photo album. The little boy wearing pink and black clothes in front of the bamboo forest was me. I remember very clearly that this year my mother took me to play in the Savage Cave on Shepan Island in Sanmen County. As soon as I entered the door, my mother asked me to stand in front of the bamboo forest. As soon as I stood, my mother pointed the camera at me and clicked The shutter clicks and the shot is ready.
This photo is unforgettable for me, and this photo is also the most satisfying to me. As soon as I saw that the photo was taken, I turned my head to the right and saw a large waterfall. It seemed to be an artificial waterfall or a natural waterfall. My mother asked me to stand in front of the waterfall. I sat on a stool with a waterfall behind me. My mother took another photo of the waterfall. Then, I saw a Buddha statue on the left side of the waterfall. I ran over in three steps and jumped on the toes of the Buddha statue. My mother saw it and ran over again, aiming at me. Another photo was taken.
After returning home, within a few days, I began to miss the Savage Cave again. I asked many times to "explore" the Savage Cave again, but my mother always said it on the first day and forgot about it the next day. . When I was developing the photos, I chose the one in front of the bamboo forest.
I also have many photos that record beautiful memories that I will never forget. I want to treasure it well.
The story in the photo essay 450 words 3: The story in the photo A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo A photo contains an emotion. My mother was sorting photos on the computer, and I leaned over to take a look.
In one of the photos, I smiled very brightly on the beautiful prairie... I remember that when I was six years old, my mother took me to play on the prairie of Inner Mongolia. As soon as you get off the bus, you can smell the fragrance of the earth. The grass is tender and green from bottom to top. There is no variegated color. The scattered sheep are like white flowers inlaid in the green grass. in the ocean.
The sky here is exceptionally blue, crisp and calm. The idle clouds are calm and leisurely, changing various postures, admiring the beautiful scenery of the grassland.
And everything in it is filled with the vitality of dawn and the moisture of morning rain, making it look so fresh and quiet. Looking further, there are many white mushroom-like yurts, and there are a few horses grazing leisurely next to them. From time to time, they are attracted by the fragrance of wild flowers, as if they have a special nostalgia for them.
I was almost drunk, and wanted to run away, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the painting; I wanted to shout, but was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the painting. I could only lie quietly on the grass, smiling at the blue sky... At this time, my mother took out her camera and took a photo of this unforgettable moment.
This photo captured my childhood and the beautiful mountains and rivers of my motherland. The story in the photo essay 450 words 4: The story in the photo There is a photo in the most eye-catching position in my room. In the photo, I am holding a certificate that reads: "Good honest boy", with happiness on my face. smile.
Speaking of the origin of this certificate, I have to mention it when I was in the third grade. I reviewed for a mid-term exam all night, and the test paper was handed out. I was secretly delighted that it was so simple! And they were all reviewed. I quickly finished the questions, took out the straw paper to check, and calculated again and again. I handed in the paper with confidence and walked out of the classroom happily. I thought I would definitely get 100 points.
After class, my friends and I discussed the answers. I filled in the wrong answer to the best fill-in-the-blank question. It was the wrong decimal point. In this way, I would be deducted two points. I was extremely disappointed. The paper was handed out the next day, and I glanced at it listlessly. Oh my God! 100 points. I quickly looked at the last fill-in-the-blank question. It was obviously wrong, but no points were deducted.
I was very happy and decided to correct the mistake immediately. But when I took out the eraser, I was a little hesitant. After thinking for a long time, I handed the paper to the teacher and told him the whole story. After reading it again, the teacher corrected the paper with a smile and praised my behavior. In order to encourage this behavior, he also rewarded me with a certificate that read: "Honest Good Boy". I felt very happy, even better than I'm still happy to get 100 points. The reason why I have treasured this photo for so long is because it tells me a truth: integrity is gold.
Essay on the story in the photo, 450 words Five: The story in the photo On Saturday, I had nothing to do, so I flipped through the photo album. Suddenly, a photo on the beach caught my eye. I went there when I was eight years old. Looking at it, it seemed like the scene 2 years ago was reappearing in front of my eyes.
In the summer vacation of 2005, my father took my mother and me to play on the beach. The sun was shining warmly on the beach, and the sea water kept coming to the shore. My father and I were catching shrimps on the beach, while my mother was holding an umbrella and setting up an oven.
At first, I didn’t catch a single shrimp. Later, I imitated my father and slowly squatted down, then quickly stretched out my hand to catch it. Haha, a small shrimp, although it was only three centimeters. But this is also my harvest. In the following time, I caught a lot of small shrimps, and my father also caught them. 6. How to write a photo composition
The story in the photo
On the day my grandpa was discharged from the hospital, it happened to be my grandpa’s birthday. We took a group photo of a "birthday photo". There should be many stories hidden in the photos, so let me tell them to you!
That night, Father Sun went home and Sister Moon came out. Mom, dad, and uncle were discussing which hotel to celebrate grandpa’s birthday? They kept asking and asking. It was almost midnight, and they finally agreed to go to the "Tongfu Hotel".
Another day has passed, and the day to wish grandpa a birthday has arrived. Noon has arrived and it’s time for everyone to eat. After a while, the birthday cake came. My brother and I pushed the cake to the podium. I helped my grandpa on the stage and asked him to make a wish. Click, dad took a photo of this precious moment. Amidst everyone's toasts and wishes, I helped Grandpa to his seat again. During this birthday party, my father spent more than two thousand a day. Although he spent so much money, as long as grandpa is happy, I will be happy too.
Does this photo tell a lot of stories? Do your photos also have many stories? How many? Let’s tell everyone about it too! 7. Reading pictures and writing essays in the second grade
Planting trees
The sun was shining brightly on March 12, and a tree-planting army marched toward Loess Zhangqiao.
As soon as they arrived at the planting site, everyone started working in full swing. Some dug holes, some transported saplings, some planted trees, and some watered, it was a busy scene.
Huang Chen Shiyu, Zhang Jie, and Liu Rui are in a group. Our group works very hard. I am responsible for planting saplings, Huang Chen Shiyu is responsible for digging holes, Zhang Jie is responsible for picking up saplings, and Liu Rui is responsible for finding trees. land. You see, Huang Chen Shiyu is bent over, holding the shovel handle tightly, and digging hard. I kept the big rocks and weeds aside, then tore apart the small saplings wrapped in plastic bags, then placed them in the pit and placed fine soil around the saplings. I pressed them firmly and there was a small tree like this. The tree is planted. We planted one tree, five trees...yes...twenty trees, and we seemed to feel that time was passing faster and faster. Huge beads of sweat dripped from Huang Chen Shiyu's forehead. He was so tired that he was panting, and I was too tired to straighten up. But we did not cry out in pain or tiredness, and we refused to give up and continued to dig holes. , filling in the soil, as rhythmic as playing the piano.
More and more saplings were planted, and there were fewer and fewer holes. In order to plant the ten saplings in my hands again, I asked Zhang Jie and Liu Rui to bring a shovel and dig holes in front of them. Forget it, give the remaining saplings to other groups to plant! I'm too tired!" Zhang Jie gasped and sighed. I immediately got angry and said loudly: "Why are you like this? Didn't you see that everyone is busy? Aren't others tired? If you want to rest, just go play!" Huang Chen Shiyu shook his head. Said: "Who said when we were learning "Fingers" that our group and class should be united? And who said that unity is powerful." Zhang Jie and I both felt a little embarrassed after hearing this. Since we are in the same group, we must unite. So friendly! We embarked on the hard road again and continued to plant trees.
With our unity and help, our team successfully planted more than 30 saplings. In the breeze, the saplings seemed to be smiling, nodding towards us, thanking us...
Although it was tiring at the end of the day, it was worth it. We not only planted trees, but also understood the meaning of the word unity in real life, which is more profound than what we experienced in textbooks! More 8. Write an article on the topic "Photos"
You can write about memories.
Say you looked through the drawer of photos one day. It can be one or multiple photos.
Then you will think of things in the past, such as who you had a good friendship with when you were young, how are you doing now, what are the differences, and write more articles on these. When writing, you should pay more attention to details. The things you want to write about do not need to be big. Choose a detail that is more impressive and describe it very carefully. Finally, go back to the photo in front of you and write down your feelings and thoughts.
Or write about old photos of mom and dad.
I took a look at your information and found that you are from Shenzhen, so you can write you. You turned up a photo, which was taken by your parents in Shenzhen before. Then you were curious and asked Mom about this photo. Write about what your mother told you about the past, how hard it was in the past, and how you could be so happy today. Then write down what you think of what you are doing now (you can imagine it appropriately), realize that you should cherish life, and finally sublimate the theme.
When writing, keep the word photo in mind throughout the text.
You can also write a photo of one of your basketball games. Suddenly I remembered how I became obsessed with basketball at that time, what conditions made you have a strong interest in it, and the efforts you put in to play it well. At the end, I will summarize it by saying that whenever you encounter any setbacks, as soon as you see this photo, you will be reminded of your persistence in basketball, and you will persevere.
I hope it can be helpful to you... Come on! 9. Who can write a composition: a photo
In my photo album, there is a photo, which always encourages me to study hard. Whenever I see this photo, the scene from that year clearly comes to my mind...
It was the summer of 2000, and my childhood friend Hu Xiaoning and I were both in my hometown—— Huimin County. My parents and her mother are both teachers at Huimin No. 1 Middle School. This summer, we made an appointment to go to Jinan together.
We arrived at Jinan Station at 9 o'clock. Dad bought a map of Jinan and saw that the station was not far from Quancheng Square. We decided to go there on a first-come, first-served basis.
As soon as you enter the gate of Quancheng Square, you can see tall trees, green grass, and bright flowers. We walked a little further and came to the middle of Quancheng Square. You can see colorful flowers everywhere here, it has become a sea of ??flowers. We walked a little further and came to the musical fountain. The water in the musical fountain is as white as snow, and the music is very nice. We all praised: "This fountain is so good!" I thought: "The fountain in Quancheng Square in Jinan is so good. Compared with Huimin, Huimin is far behind." I said to my mother: "Mom, Take a picture of me and Hu Xiaoning!" Mom said, "Okay." As she said this, she directed us to stand and look down at the picture.
We were leaving the fountain and going to the underground store. I thought: "I will study hard and make our motherland more prosperous in the future."
When I got home, I kept thinking about this Photos are placed in albums. This photo reflects the beauty of Jinan, the beauty of Shandong, and the beauty of the motherland.
Look, isn’t the person in the photo cute? Tell you, this is me! When I was a child, I had smooth skin and smiled slightly, revealing four pearly teeth.
This photo is one of my favorites. It was taken between November and December 1996. Although the month and day are not accurate, my mother looked at it from the four teeth. Taken between November and December. That is 6 or 7 months after I was born.
On this day, my mother dressed me in a set of clothes that I liked very much, took me to the photo studio, put me on the red wooden horse, and asked me to hold the handle with one hand and the other. Holding the horse's ear with one hand, don't move it. I obediently followed my mother's instructions. I smiled consciously and cooperated with the camera crew. The camera crew seized the moment and pressed the button. After going down, the portrait was taken, and my mother asked the staff not to write dates on the photos, for fear that the photos would become discolored over time.
This photo left a wonderful memory for me. 10. How to write a composition about childhood photos
The memories left in the photos. I gently opened the photo album with my hands, and the beautiful photos that were exchanged for time suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Following the time footprints on the photo, I walked into the photo... Hey! Look over there, that's right, that little girl sleeping soundly on the bed, look! How cute she is! According to her family, she was only 7 days old when she took this first photo of her arrival in the world.
Look, a chubby little girl is sitting on the prepared mat, her eyes blinking from time to time. At this time, the photographer is ready to take a commemorative photo of the little girl's 100th day. The family kept making the little guy laugh. Unexpectedly, the little guy laughed unexpectedly. His black eyes narrowed into slits, and his toothless mouth exposed his joke, which made everyone laugh. All the grandparents around laughed.
"Click" a photo worth remembering forever came out. Who do you think this little guy is? , cough, that’s me! After a moment of joy, another photo came into view. Why does this place look so familiar? Why! This is in my own home! I vaguely remember riding a stroller and playing in my grandma’s yard. To tell you the truth! That’s me at five years old! This day happens to be my birthday.
God seems to have come to congratulate me. The sun is shining brightly and spring is full of joy. I am playing in the spring sunshine.
At that time, I was full of curiosity and fascination for the future. oops! Peacock! What a beautiful peacock! It spreads its colorful wings and is proudly spreading its beauty to people! Look! There was a little girl who was not restrained at all. She looked at the high head and the wonderful feathers. She even stretched out her little hand, maybe she wanted to shake hands with the big peacock.
Standing outside the railing, facing the peacock, that kind of expectant look, that kind of excited look. Suddenly, as if she discovered something, she turned around with a "hoo", put her hands behind her back, and laughed. She looked so ugly and cute that everyone was stunned. I don't know who it was, and with a "click", the little girl and the peacock were together. Photographed it.
This memory that had been buried for many years suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. I am so happy, so happy! The sea, the blue sea, the golden seaside. A ten-year-old girl approached the ocean. She was wearing a swimsuit, her skin was sunburned, and she was standing proudly in the shallow water, oh! I remembered that this is the Liandao Beach Bathing Beach in Lianyungang, Jiangsu Province. My mother, father, and many other campers and I came here. Facing the boundless ocean in front of me, I began to ponder. To be honest, I had already arrived, although it was hazy. But when it’s time to meditate, I feel that standing here shows my own insignificance and ignorance. It seems that I should be as broad-minded, broad-minded, knowledgeable and profound as the sea... Facing a photo, the past events Just like a string of pearls appearing from the dusty memory, it makes me happy and makes me immersed in the happy aftertaste for a long time. Childhood is beautiful and happy. But what is even more beautiful and happy is that the future attracts me more deeply. I firmly believe that no matter how difficult and dangerous the road is, I will definitely move forward.