The story of an old photo is in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide the crystal tears in the depths. Is it just time that passes in the process of growing up? Open the album that has been dusty for a long time, and let my thoughts flow in it. I finally understand that the most time that passes is the song-like years of childhood.
Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo, which is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo for me. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.
Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents.
As a headstrong child, I hid in a small room and cried at the thought of parting from my friends. Even during the Spring Festival, I was unhappy. Grandparents know that this will be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to make the family atmosphere active, they encourage their father to buy fireworks.
Grandpa sang a Peking Opera that he hadn't sung for years. I don't understand why the parting moment is so lively.
Grandparents earnestly asked me and my sister to work hard, win honor for our families, and 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 put our hands into the sky.
at that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment. Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes dancing.
From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm river of love; That long ribbon of love; That hard rock-like hope. It is true that years pass by like songs, but the true feelings and hopes that have been buried since childhood still exist; Even though the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, that affectionate look will always be my driving force.
This photo with hope not only recorded my smiling face as a child, but also recorded the brilliant night sky in my hometown. Stories of Old Photos When I opened a number of photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of my eyes.
Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time. I was about three years old in the photo.
chubby body with a red Chinese-style chest covering, small hands and face full of delicious and glistening cream, a pair of pigtails playfully tied on the head, and eyes shining with joy. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written the six characters "Happy Sweet Birthday".
ha, it's my birthday! As for why you are covered with cream, listen to me carefully: that day, my mother was going to buy me a small cake, but I didn't do it. When it was awkward, my uncle sent me a big cake that I liked! I looked around it excitedly, left and right, and tried to hold it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pressed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up shot for me. Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life.
When you see this photo again several years later, you may be surprised and say, "Hey, is this me?" The story of the photo "album" is no stranger to everyone, I think, right? There are many interesting stories about our childhood, as well as some painful things. But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... Those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet.
In my photo album, I also recorded a little-known thing. However, among many photos, the most unforgettable one is a photo taken by my father's colleague, when I was only five years old.
When I saw this photo, what happened that day clearly appeared in front of my eyes ... It was a bright spring morning. I got up early, and my stomach ached a little when I got up. My mother told me to wash up. After a while, I came out of the bathroom and lost my appetite when I saw the food on the table. My mother told me to have breakfast, and I said I had no appetite, but my mother forced me to eat because she was afraid that I would have stomach trouble again! I crustily skin of head and sat down to eat a few mouthfuls, then put down the chopsticks and walked out the door.
Dad came out with my breakfast and told me to eat, but I didn't. He got angry and scolded me. I gambled and took a mouthful of rice in my mouth.
Just then, General Manager Cai came. He happened to have a camera with him. Seeing my little temper with my father, he teased me and said, "Miss Zhou lost her temper. This is a good sight! Take a picture as a souvenir! " General manager Cai's words annoyed me, and the "Jin Doudou" in my eyes fell down very unwillingly.
"Click", a shutter sound, photographed my very embarrassed appearance. The next day, General Manager Cai developed the photo, and I put it in my permanent album.
now I'm an adult, I've grown up! The story of the old photo is in my photo album, and there is a family portrait of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be very common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. This is the only one! My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home.
I'm absent from all the full moon drinks and family gatherings, and occasionally have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there's always a phone ringing. 2. How to write a photo story
Ideas: Select a photo that you miss most, and recall the person or thing described in the photo, so as to get the writing direction; Accurately restore the course of the event, which is mixed with the dialogue and detailed description of the characters; Finish, indicating that you will always remember this photo.
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In my photo album, there are many photos, some of which are full of joy, some are childish, and some are extremely excited ..............................................................................................................................
This photo was taken when my parents and an uncle took me to Guangmingding, Huangshan when I was in kindergarten. The story goes like this: that day, we drove to Huangshan, where there are all kinds of beautiful scenery and we can't finish seeing it. My parents and I are not familiar with this place, so I asked my uncle who often travels to be our "tour guide".
Uncle said, "Since we have come to Huangshan Mountain, we should go to the highest point here-"Guangmingding "." Uncle's proposal tempted us. So, we came to the "Bright Top".
it's like a fairy's enjoyment here. My parents and I sighed and said, "This is simply the beauty of the world!" On the top of the mountain, there is a stone tablet engraved with three vigorous characters of "Guangming Top" and an altitude of 186 meters. We asked my uncle to take a picture of our family. My uncle took this beautiful and moving scene with the Guangmingding stone tablet as the background and "clicked".
This precious photo is a true portrayal of our family going to Guangmingding in Huangshan Mountain. How unforgettable! Now, as soon as I see this photo, I seem to smell the fresh air on the top of the light again! 3. Story composition about a photo
Story of a photo
On the desk in my room, there is a photo in which three girls are laughing happily. Look! The tallest girl is me, and her eyes are narrowed with laughter. Behind us are a group of red boys' sculptures. Whenever I see this photo, I will think of the day when I visited the Guangzhou Museum.
It was a sunny weekend, and my aunt took my cousin and me to visit the Guangzhou Museum.
When I came to the gate of the museum, I saw a group of red sculptures of little boys on the water. They were tall and short, some were standing, some were standing upside down, some were squatting, some were hunched, some were holding their stomachs ... They were all naked, some were shivering, and some were shyly covering their bodies. They were lifelike, different in shape and very interesting. Just when we were very happy, my aunt suggested taking pictures for us as a souvenir, and a "crack" left us with good memories.
Then we went to the first floor to read books. There were so many books that I was dazzled. I chose a book called "The Story of 365 Nights", which contained a fierce river horse and a hateful queen. It was very beautiful, and I was fascinated by it. But because of the time, my aunt told us to leave after reading several stories. If there is an opportunity in the future, I must finish reading this book. The story inside is really fascinating.
Then we went to the second floor. As soon as we stepped on the stairs, I was attracted by the beautiful music coming from that floor. There are more than ten musical instruments there, and there are screens next to them. We can choose any music we want to listen to. While listening to the music, we can watch the pictures, and the music inside is very nice. I thought while listening: how great and clever human beings are to create such amazing things! I will study hard now and invent more and better things for the world when I grow up!
Finally, we visited the exhibition hall on the fourth and fifth floors. After lunch, we went home happily. 4. A photo story composition
A photo story
Zhenxing Road Primary School
Zhou Ledi
A photo is an interesting story, and a photo is a beautiful memory. My family keeps nearly 2 photos. These photos record my wonderful memories from birth to now.
one day, I was looking through the photo album. Turning, turning, suddenly, a photo caught my eye. Look, a lovely little girl is holding her index finger and crying! I saw the scene in my mind: at that time, I was only 4 years old and very naughty. That night, the power went out. It was after 9 o'clock, and I was still playing hard. My mother came to urge me: "Didi, brush your teeth and go to bed!" " I rubbed my dry eyes and said, "No, I'm afraid it's cold under the covers!" " My mother hugged me and said, "I have installed a thermos." Didi, go to sleep first! " "Oh!" Reluctantly, I went into the bedroom. I'll put my hand into the bed first and prepare to warm my hands with a thermos. Unexpectedly, my hand was burned. I cried with a loud "wow". My mother rushed in and saw me with tears all over her face. She said in distress situation, "Silly child, the thermos has just been installed, so you can't take it directly." My mother blew it for me and told me seriously that the more I cried, the more painful it would be. Aunt is debugging the camera, which is facing me. She accidentally pressed the shutter and took this photo ...
Whenever I think of this funny story, I always want to laugh. This incident left me with very good memories. 5. How to write the composition of making up stories by looking at pictures in the first volume of the fourth grade < P > My favorite thing is making up stories. Whenever I recall the fairy tale books I read in my childhood, I come up with a bold idea.
I think: If I make up stories, I can be a fairy tale writer like Andersen. So I wrote my first fairy tale at that time.
A little boy saw a little girl who thought she was holding a broken dolphin doll in a cake shop. The little boy asked his mother to buy a cake for the little girl, too, because they had no money at home, so the little girl couldn't buy a cake. The little boy's mother didn't buy the girl a cake, but bought it for the little boy and left.
The girl and her mother also walked out of the shop. This is a car that killed the little girl's mother, and the little boy's mother panicked when she saw it.
At last, both the little girl and the little boy grew up, and they got married. From this story, I wrote and I cried.
after I finished writing, I showed it to my neighbors. They all said that their scribbles were better than mine. Except for a little girl who praised me, we talked for a while, and I finally understood a truth. No matter what others said, no one in the world can write a better, more beautiful and more valuable composition than myself. 6. composition: the story of a photo
Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its spirit of going forward despite difficulties.
in my little photo album, there is a photo that means a lot to me. That was taken where the Red Army flew over the Luding Bridge.
Last May Day, our family was discussing where to travel. Dad said, "Why don't we have a red tour this year?"! Go to Luding Bridge. " Let's go, and we embarked on a red journey. The scenery along the way is beautiful, with mountains and forests, and clouds, and it feels like a fairyland on earth. After a few hours' drive, I finally came to Luding Bridge, which I have been longing for for for a long time.
Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Ganzi Prefecture, Sichuan Province. At first glance, it is just an ordinary iron cable bridge on the Dadu River. But after listening to the introduction of the guide aunt, I got a new understanding of Luding Bridge. It turned out that in order to stop the Red Army's Long March, the enemy tore down the boards on the bridge and kept shooting with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here. But they were not discouraged, but braved the enemy's bullets to crawl on the chain and won the final victory.
I also want to go for a walk on the bridge, but as soon as I got to it, the bridge began to shake. I quickly reached the iron chain beside the bridge and saw the rolling Dadu River water under the bridge, which made me tremble. Considering how difficult it is for the Red Army to fly over Luding Bridge, I have a sincere admiration for them. Dad said, "Let's take a picture here as a small souvenir." Click, I took a picture on the Luding Bridge.
Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its spirit of going forward despite difficulties.
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On my desk, there is a photo of graduation photo, a classmate who graduated from the sixth grade, which is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.
Looking back on our six-year life, it was sour and had; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too.
I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant and so reluctant to part.
When we became students in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some were funny, some were disgusting, and some were serious. It really made people cry. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual help was unconsciously excavated. When we won the award, the whole class was not happy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted loudly: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey. There is always a cry when there is sweetness. We all rank among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we are all waiting for the championship ranking this time, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all very depressed. In our disappointment, the teacher came to comfort us and cheer us up.