Photo Story Excellent Composition 1 There are many photos in my photo album. Look! This is one of them.
In the past, there was a wide road in front of my house, with fruit trees on both sides.
Spring is here, and the flowers of fruit trees are in full bloom, emitting charming fragrance: summer is here, people exercise on the roadside path in the morning, and children play on the roadside at night. Some play football, some racket ball and some ride bicycles.
The forest is full of green grass and all kinds of wild vegetables. The air outside is particularly fresh. Birds are singing beautiful songs on the branches, and caterpillars sleep on the leaves when they are full.
Autumn is coming, and all kinds of fruits are ripe. There are pears, red apples and crimson plums in Huang Chengcheng. You can smell the attractive fragrance from a distance. My mother buys me my favorite big apple every day. Crispy and sweet is delicious.
But now you can't eat such fresh fruit. Because now the fruit trees have been uprooted, and the fruit trees have built buildings. Those twittering birds used to fly away and the air was bad. The road is in tatters now. If a car passes by, it will be dusty and make us unable to open our eyes. If it rains, the muddy water all over the road is dirty and thin.
We can't ride a bike or exercise now. Dad put my bike on the high closet.
How I hope that one day the road can be restored to its original state and I can ride my latest favorite bike and play with my friends.
A photo is an interesting story, and a photo is a beautiful memory. There are many photos at home.
One day, when I was playing upstairs, I came across a black box. I lifted its dusty lid and was surprised to find that it was full of photos of my childhood. I saw a photo of me taking a photo with a chubby panda. Looking at it, my thoughts returned to that day. ...
During the summer vacation, the whole family promised to accompany me to Sichuan to see pandas. After we entered the zoo, we went to see an animal show first. A big black bear is running around on the ball. Although clumsy, it is amazing to stand on the ball without falling. One big tiger jumps over the ring of fire in sequence, and one by one, I am nervous, for fear that one of them will suffer if he doesn't pass it carefully. But every time they let the big stone hanging in my heart fall to the ground, and they successfully completed the wonderful performance of "drilling the fire circle".
After leaving the performance site, we went to the place where animals were kept in captivity. We saw a fierce tiger, an elegant peacock, a tall giraffe, a clever gorilla, a chameleon that can change color and an octopus with eight big tentacles ... but we couldn't find our national treasure, so I thought I had to find it. At this time, I finally saw the sign in front-the giant panda base. I hurried over and looked at its black and white coat color, chubby body and eating bamboo. I quickly asked my mother to take my picture, and clicked, leaving an unforgettable photo.
Whenever I see this photo, I think of those naughty and lovely animals, especially the giant panda who took a photo with me. I've been thinking about it. If there is an opportunity, I must go to Sichuan to see my "national treasure" friends.
Photo Story Excellent Composition 3 Every photo has a beautiful memory, which records every bit of life.
I remember when I was five years old, my father took me to the new century pedestrian street and went in. I was attracted by what I saw. All kinds of children's tricks are displayed in front of me: some play with sand, some play with merry-go-round, and some play with trampoline ... but my eyes are fixed on trampoline athletes and I can't leave. I couldn't wait to jump on it and play wildly. Dad seemed to read my mind and took my hand and moved. I looked back at my father, shook his hand hard and said, "I really want to play trampoline." Dad smiled and nodded, and went to buy a ticket to pay. I quickly climbed onto the trampoline, and after my aunt helped me fasten the safety rope, I jumped up like crazy.
Wow! The harder you push, the higher the bounce will be. It feels like flying, swinging back and forth, like walking through the wind. I jump and jump and shout like other children. The whole trampoline came back to life.
Dad stood by and looked at me with a slight smile. He has a mobile phone and calls me from time to time. He instantly pressed the shutter and took this beautiful scene. After playing for a while, I felt a little tired, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the little bounce driven by other children. "Time is up!" The trampoline boss shouted at the side. Look at me, everyone. I look at you. Your happy face is covered with glittering and translucent sweat. The trampoline is over, but there is still a picture of happy jumping in dad's mobile phone. Every time I see this photo developed by my father, I will think of that happy scene.
A photo is a recorder, which will help us keep the best time.
Photo Story Excellent Composition 4 Everyone has his own photo, and each photo seems to tell an unforgettable old story. Every time I look at the photos that record beautiful moments, it makes me seem to be on the time machine, traveling through time and space, and returning to that beautiful moment.
This is a photo taken in early spring of 2008.
In the early spring of February, it snowed all night. When I opened the door in the morning, I saw that the outside had become a world of silver makeup. How beautiful! The tree put on a white cotton-padded jacket, the roof put on a white hat, the ground was covered with a thick quilt, and there were large snowflakes floating in the sky, just like countless silver angels falling from the sky.
Mom and I decided to make a snowman. First, pile up the snow with a shovel and pat it flat. Soon, a short snow mountain appeared in front of us. This is the snowman's body. Then roll a big ball with snow and press it on your body. This is the head of the snowman, and the prototype of the snowman has been made. Then draw thick eyebrows with carbon black; Make snowman's eyes and nose with blue plasticine; Make a snowman with red plasticine, with a slightly upturned mouth; Pick a bunch of willow branches and put them on the snowman's head to make braids; Put the broom upside down on the snowman to make an arm. A swaggering snowman will be ready. My mother and I found a photo next to the snowman as a souvenir.
Looking at the photo, I smiled. This is my unforgettable childhood, unforgettable fun. It's in my photo and always in my heart.
Today, I have nothing to do. I opened the photo album and saw a photo with the piano teacher Zou, which impressed me the most.
That night, my mother and I went to the activity center of Jiangnan University to watch Master Zou's graduation concert. The concert is about to begin, and the audience are seated one after another. At seven o'clock sharp, the host came out and announced that Master Zou's graduation concert was officially started. "Say that finish, the audience suddenly burst into applause. Teacher Zou stepped onto the stage with everyone's applause. The applause died down, and the melodious sound of the piano crept into my ears. Listen, some are cheerful, some are sweet and soothing ... all kinds of voices are integrated into this voice. Soon, after playing the piano, Mr. Zou stood up and told us about the three-year master life. After that, many people went to offer flowers. What about me? I took a doll in the shape of a big bear and presented it to Teacher Zou. When the teacher saw me, he called my name in surprise. I smiled and handed the bear to Mr. Zou, and my mother took this warm scene.
Now, when I look at teacher Zou's smiling face in the photo, I can remember what she said: "Work hard and persist, and you will succeed." This will be my motto.
A photo often carries a sweet memory or a vivid and interesting story. This photo looks ordinary, but it records an incident that happened when I was two years old.
In the photo, there are several white clouds floating in the blue sky, behind which is the majestic Great Wall of Wan Li. The chubby little girl in the middle, with one hand behind her head, is thoughtful and a little silly. This photo was taken on May 27th, 20xx. That day, my mother took me to Beijing and the Great Wall. When we arrived at Haohanpo, my mother was exhausted and out of breath, so she stopped to have a rest with a group of tourists. "How can I climb this heroic slope?" An aunt speaks Mandarin very well. I ran to my aunt and said to her in Mandarin with too many dialects: "It's not easy! Learn from me and climb like a cat. " As I spoke, I squatted down to show them. As a result, all the tourists laughed, and several foreigners looked at me and smiled. One of them even said something to me, and I couldn't understand a word. An uncle said to me, "How lovely! How old are you, little friend? " "I'm almost two years old!" I replied proudly in a gentle tone ... during the break, I became the happy fruit of my uncles and aunts, and they kept teasing me. Fatigue slipped away in laughter, and I don't know who said, "such a small girl can climb up." Aren't we adults worse than children? " Go, heroes, climb the hero slope like cats! "Say that finish, everyone was talking and laughing, full of energy, and set off for Hero Slope. ...
Whenever I see this photo, I think of the majesty of the Great Wall, my innocence and the smiling faces of my uncles and aunts who climbed Hero Slope with me. ...
The story of the photo is an excellent composition 7. This was taken when my aunt and I broke off our mother-daughter relationship. When I was a child, I grew up from my aunt's parents, where there were my dear grandparents, my lovely little sister, my kind "mom and dad" and my brother and sister … I was a "happy little angel" at that time. When I was two years old, my mother suddenly changed her mind and asked my aunt to invite me back. At that time, my grandparents cried, "Mom and Dad" cried, my neighbor's little sister cried, I cried, and even God, who has always been unsympathetic to me, cried-it began to rain that day.
But my mother doesn't seem to sympathize with all this, and she still wants me to go back. From then on, my aunt became a crybaby, that is, from then on, I changed and became a grumpy girl. A few days after my mother came back to me (that is, a week), my aunt came to my house again and said to my mother, "His grandparents miss her. Let me take her back to live for a few days. " Mom doesn't agree, maybe because he is afraid of losing me again! While we were eating, my aunt secretly put me on my bike and drove home. On the way, I said, "Mom, go, my mom will catch up soon." This makes my aunt laugh and cry. But a few minutes later, my mother caught up with me. ...
Mom, why did you bring me back? Why did you hurt a good family? I long for my old life.
There are many old photos in my family, and each photo has a story. Today, I will choose a photo of Guangzhou Zoo to tell you something.
Seeing my smiling face, cute koala and even vague poop, I can't help but think of going to Guangzhou Changlong wildlife world: there are sika deer, pandas, koalas, Siberian tigers, white tigers, lions, zebras and giraffes. The tallest giraffe is four or five meters long, just like Optimus Prime. The most majestic is the lion, which roars and shakes the earth. The heaviest is the Northeast Tiger-250kg! I have seen many animals' true colors here, and I have also known many animals. Among them, I like koalas best. It is chubby, with two big black eyes, two big ears, a round black nose and a V-shaped mouth. Furry all over, very cute.
I like pandas too. It has two big "dark circles" around its eyes, black under its nose, two big ears on its head and, of course, a pointed mouth that doesn't eat meat. It is still a "",but its belly is as white as snow. Look at its naive appearance, no wonder people all over the world like it!
I still have many old photos at home. I will tell their stories next time!
Photo Story Excellent Composition 9 Everyone will have many photos when he was a child, and those photos reflect the joys and sorrows of our growth, which are not only our most precious memories, but also the process of our growth.
After many years, I didn't intend to dig out a stack of photos from my previous bedroom. When I turned it down, I accidentally saw a photo-an old woman and a boy sitting on her lap. He is losing his temper, touching the old woman's chin with his hand, and looks like he is about to cry. When I saw this photo, I laughed, and I couldn't help feeling a little proud, but I soon put away my smile. Needless to say, this old woman is my grandmother, and that little boy is of course me.
I was silent for a long time and slowly returned to the spring of that year. I remember that I was in kindergarten middle class at that time. I was young and ignorant, and I often did things that worried my parents. But it is my grandparents who take care of me.
Because my grandmother often protects me, I still become presumptuous, often take care of myself, and lose my temper when I am a little unhappy. No, one day, I caught a cold. At this time, the Chinese New Year is coming, and my family forbids me to eat those rice cakes and sweets, so as not to aggravate my illness. And I refused to take medicine, but I had to fight them. At this time, my dad had an opinion and caught the guy and taught me a lesson. I was scared and ran to find my grandmother. My dad knew there was nothing he could do this time, so he threatened me: "No medicine today, no food!" "My grandmother advised me to take medicine and told my father to go away. Faced with such a situation, I have to give in.
Later, I sat on grandma's lap, and she fed me those miserable powders with a spoon and water. I threw up while eating, struggled, and touched my grandmother's chin, which happened to be photographed by my mother. So there is this photo.
Now, this matter has long been forgotten, and my grandmother died there in less than two years. Now that I think about it, it is ridiculous, but it is more sorrow and regret. ...
The story of the photo excellent composition 10 time flies, inadvertently looking at me in the mirror, has been in the fourth grade. When turning over old photos, a color photo that has been gray for too long comes into view again. ...
I stared at the photo tenderly. Although the background of this photo is only a few snack bars, those two innocent smiles make people feel happy. This photo depicts me and Kiki, good friends like brothers. Because of my friendship with her, this photo has a different color.
Kiki, do you remember? When I was sad because I failed an exam, who moistened me like soft water? It is you. Which clever "little teacher" will help me when I can't do the problem? It is you. When we took this photo excitedly, I never thought that from now on, I can only see your happy moment from this photo. ...
At that time, we met Yintai, but we all wore the same skirt. At that time, our mouth with "O" was still fixed in my mind. Together, we pointed to the performances on the stage and happily said what we liked. We went to the movies together, laughed together, and cried together because of the touching scenes in the movie. All this is still vivid!
However, when I stepped into the third grade classroom again, a classmate told me that you had transferred to another school. I scanned every face, but I couldn't find your natural face. That day, I sat in my seat silently, thinking about the dribs and drabs with you.
Kiki, maybe we will never meet, but the flower of our friendship will never fade.
Photo Story Excellent Composition 1 1 Every time I see the photos hanging in our restaurant, it seems that I have returned to that hot summer.
One day, I was standing on the home plate with a bat in my hand, and the referee shouted: Throw the ball! The opponent's pitcher throws quickly. I aim, I swing, and bang! The ball suddenly flew off the court. Home run! ! ! Cried the referee. My face was full of pride. I circled site run and returned to home plate. As soon as I took off my helmet, my teammates immediately ran to congratulate me: Tianyu, you are great! I have to re-examine you. We are counting on you. Coach Matt next to me also smiled at me. My heart is full of joy.
This is my second year of studying baseball. My skills have improved a lot, thanks to my coach and teammates.
When I first arrived, my baseball level was just beginning. I have to do a batting training in the first baseball class, and I am very scared. After the two men finished playing, it was my turn. I picked up the bat, but my hand kept shaking. The pitching machine began to serve. I hit the ball with my swing, but I missed it, and my helmet buzzed. After training, I didn't play a ball, and the team came last. After class, I hid in the corner and sobbed. The coach found out and asked me what was going on. I said, I'm the worst on the team. I will definitely score points for our team in the game. Please kick me out. The coach said: nothing, as long as you practice hard, you will learn well. The coach is very serious about my training. Every class, the coach teaches me by hand. When I hit the ball occasionally, he will applaud me. A month later, I became the best player in batting. My teammates saw it, and instead of being jealous, they helped me get rid of the coach. I thank them.
Photo Story Excellent Composition 12 In my photo album, there is a photo. Whenever I see this photo, I always blush. At that time, I was six. Naively, I held a mop. You may ask, why do I blush when I see this photo? I will tell you slowly ...
When you were young, your mother would weigh you and measure your height every few months. I remember one day when I was six years old, I heard my mother say excitedly, "Ah, Tingting has grown two centimeters in three months!" " Grandma, who was mopping the floor, quickly put down the mop, picked me up and said happily, "Hey, the baby has grown taller. In the future, we should eat more rice and eat more nutritious and delicious food, so that we can grow faster. "
At this time, praised by my grandmother, I was looking at the mirror happily. Suddenly, I saw the mop next to the mirror. I look around. Gee, I accidentally found the mop as high as my height. "Oh, I see how old this mop is!" I shouted in surprise, as if I had discovered a new continent. My mother and grandmother looked at each other in surprise and asked inexplicably, "Does the mop have an age?" I solemnly said, "I can't use my brain. Of course I'm six years old!" Mother asked doubtfully, "Why?" "Because the height of the mop is the same as mine!" I'm proud to say. Suddenly, the whole family laughed their heads off. Mother stifled her laughter and said, "Alas, silly child, mops have no height, only a useful life!" " ""no! "I said coquetry." Oh, let's listen to Tingting! "Grandma comforted me. Mother said solemnly, "well, in memory of Tingting and the mop being as tall as today, I'll take a picture of you two." So "click", leaving this special photo.
At this time, I have grown a lot, and the mop only reaches the armpit. Because of that special friendship, I still don't want to lose it!
Photo Story Excellent Composition 13 I have always kept a photo in my photo album, but it has entrusted the friendship between our classmates and our disappointment with the teacher. I looked at this photo and closed my eyes, as if I had returned to that afternoon. ...
On the playground, under the towering trees, more than forty of our classmates lined up in three rows in various postures. The third person in the first row (from left to right) is me, and I actually made the ugliest gesture. In the middle of the last row is our Chinese teacher. This photo records a story.
We haven't been divided into classes in the fifth grade next semester, but we already know that we are about to accept a test of fate and a sad parting.
That day, the head teacher, the Chinese teacher, called us to the playground and said that he would take a "placement photo" for us. We ran to the playground happily and sadly.
We were about to take pictures when we put on those strange looks: Liu Ziqi's eyes were closed, Liu Tingting and others were giggling; The funniest thing is Wang Liangxin, with a face of distress and distress ... This lively atmosphere dilutes the sadness in our hearts.
After taking the photo, we immediately realized what this "posing photo" meant. It means that we are about to part and usher in a placement. Our hearts are full of disappointment and sadness. But we can't change the status quo, we can only let nature take its course and face the future bravely.
On the last day of the semester, the Chinese teacher said that she might not teach the sixth grade, and she shed tears. We also cried sadly and didn't want to be separated from the most beautiful teacher who accompanied us for five years. However, there are encounters and departures in life, aren't there?
"Boom!" The rumbling sound brought me back to reality from my memory, but I didn't open my eyes, because it was a beautiful dream, a sad dream and a particularly touching dream. ...
Photo Story Excellent Composition 14 There are many interesting things in my life. When I opened the photo album, I saw an interesting photo. In the photo, I am wearing a scholar robe of the Han Dynasty and writing on the floor of the park with a brush.
Last year 10, our remedial class held an outdoor activity of Chinese studies-the record of the examination of the small champion. My classmates and I came to Xu Shen Cultural Park in Luohe by bus. When we arrived at the Cultural Park, the instructor took out our clothes and asked us to put them on. We boys wear blue uniforms and girls wear pink skirts. We all want to make a movie and are very happy.
At ten o'clock in the morning, we held a grand opening ceremony. With the music, the opening ceremony began. The first item is to be well dressed, the second item is to worship sages, and my favorite item is the third item, Zhusha Qizhi. In ancient times, children's reading teachers should point cinnabar in the center of children's foreheads, which is called "opening eyes", which means that children will be quick-witted and clever, and they will be good at reading and reading. I saw that the teacher took out his pen and dipped it in cinnabar, and touched it gently on my forehead. I feel cold on my forehead, as if I were a child studying in ancient times. From then on, I will be alert and sober.
In the afternoon, we will test the order. Scholars are divided into two groups. We will also write the word "high school" in calligraphy on the ground. Let's write the word "high school" for everyone, and see which group finishes it first, and finally our group wins.
Finally, we watched a movie for five days. Our seats sway with the change of the image, and it feels like we are really riding a roller coaster. Everyone screamed nervously. ...
I like this photo because it brings me good memories.
Photo story 15 This photo was taken when I was six years old. Don't underestimate this photo. It is one of the five "top ten memories" in my photo! In the photo, I am holding a leaf in one hand and feeding the birds in the cage wholeheartedly. A little boy next to me is looking at the camera and making faces. There is an unknown story about this photo!
I was in a big kindergarten class. During the holiday, my mother took me to my aunt's house in Hai 'an. My aunt's neighbor lives with my inseparable good friend Beibei. I'll invite him to play as soon as I get there. It happened that Beibei was teasing birds in the yard. I took a closer look, and it turned out that there was a parrot in the birdcage, and I became interested in it. "Beibei, let's feed the parrot and see who eats the food on the leaves first, shall we?" Beibei replied cheerfully, "OK, let's have a competition."
Beibei quickly picked a leaf and threw some bird food at the parrot. Unexpectedly, the parrot not only did not eat, but also took a few steps back. Beibei stretched the leaves forward again. This time, the parrot jumped up and reached for it. It flew around in the birdcage, and Beibei threw away the leaf in disappointment. It's my turn At first, the parrot flinched a little in fear. Later, I still gently put the leaves there motionless. The parrot knew that I didn't catch it and didn't mean to start pecking. At this moment, Beibei's grandfather quickly took a picture, pressed the camera shutter and took this scene, leaving frequent moments.
Now that the house has changed and been decorated, we have all grown up a lot, but this memory is still deep in my mind.
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