The story in the photo

Opening the old photo album at home, I saw the yellow photos.

That's a photo taken by my mother and uncle when they were children. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old, wearing a small cloth jacket with a square collar, a pair of trousers, holding the trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is going to climb the tree. And my uncle, carrying a big bamboo pole more than three meters long, doesn't know what to do. I don't know until I ask my mother that they will know enough shells. In those days, cicada slough was a good Chinese herbal medicine. Every summer vacation, the children of every family will get up early and go to the Woods in the village to find cicada shells with small baskets and long bamboo poles. My brothers and sisters climbed the tree to find the cicada's shell, while my brothers and sisters helped to pass the bamboo pole and pick up the cicada's shell, which was very tacit. Children often start early in the morning with dry food and don't go home until dark. At this time, their small basket is full of cicada shells, while the small basket with cover is full of cicadas that have not yet returned their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried cicada shells every few days and sent them to the pharmacy in the town, so that the tuition fee for one year would be settled. When the harvest is good, the extra money can also buy some school supplies! Cicada, which is not fully hatched in a small basket, is another rare food for people. Every night when cicadas are hatched, children can't wait to wash the tender cicadas, clamoring for adults to put them in the pot and fry them, and then sprinkle some salt to eat delicious. There are even greedy children like cats. On the way to the pharmacy to sell cicadas, they secretly hide a few cicadas, fry them in the oil pan when adults are not paying attention to cooking, and then put them in their mouths to eat them with relish. Do you know what delicious food was for children at that time?

This yellowed black-and-white photo seems to have brought me into my mother's childhood, and let me share that wonderful and happy time with my mother!

B. Write a 600-word story with a photo. It is best to write about graduation photo's experience in primary school or other things in 20 minutes.

God forgive my sensitivity. I think shooting graduation photo is a terrible thing. As soon as the photos were developed, everything seemed to be solved. It's time to "break up" ... so I always avoid this topic carefully. -inscription

How long has it been since I opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From those faded photo albums, a ray of laughter floated out half a year ago, and my eyes stayed on this graduation photo.

The graduation exam is coming soon, and our whole sixth grade is full of tension. There are no active students in the alley. They are all studying hard in the classroom to prepare for this year's graduation exam.

"Students, line up, let's go to the stage to shoot graduation photo!" At this time, the head teacher came into the classroom and told everyone that we thought it would be very exciting, but no one in the class got up and walked away, but they all put down their pens and bowed their heads and meditated. We all know in our hearts that graduation photo symbolizes that our primary school life is coming to an end, and our classmates have gone their separate ways, so there will be little time to meet again in the future. We can no longer read early, attend morning meetings and play games together. The head teacher seemed to see our thoughts and said earnestly, "Students, six years have passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, we have experienced ups and downs, made great progress, and have many good memories. Now you are about to enter the gate of middle school, and you are about to enter the hall of advanced knowledge. Although you are very reluctant, we should not be sad. We should say goodbye to our alma mater happily, and we should keep smiling in graduation photo. After listening to the class teacher's words, we suddenly realized and ran to the stage happily.

On the stage, we see that the sky is particularly blue today and birds are performing. The camera teacher helped us arrange our positions and shouted "one, two, three." "Eggplant!" We shouted in unison. With a click, our smiling faces were fixed on this photo.

Inadvertently turned to this photo, I carefully studied everyone in the photo, and a happy past came to my mind. ...

C. The story of a photo is 600 words! ! ! ! ! !

There is a photo in my photo album, which was taken when I was a child. In the photo, I was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and rolling in the snow. I was covered with snowflakes, and a snowball hit my face just like Santa Claus. But I am still very happy, with a bright smile on my face. Every time I see this photo, I can't help thinking of one thing.

It was a cold winter morning, and everything was wrapped in silver. Pedestrians on the road are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, leaving footprints of different shades on the snow-covered road. I proposed a snowball fight and everyone agreed. So my mother took me to have a snowball fight with big brother and second brother. After a while, we came to the field. Looking around, I saw a vast white field, and there was no one there. This is really a good battlefield. The battle began, and all three of us stepped up our time to make "weapons"-snowballs. In a short time, the weapons of the three of us were ready. The eldest brother and the second brother went to war first, only to see the second brother hiding behind a tree and shooting at the eldest brother fiercely. Not to be outdone, the eldest brother not only avoided the second brother's wave after wave of attacks, but also launched a counterattack. I hid aside and prepared to steal it again when they all lost. After all, eldest brother is better than others. In a short time, he beat the second brother out of the water, but he also ran out of shells. At this time, I just launched an attack on them, and they were caught off guard and fled in confusion. This annoyed my two brothers, who ganged up on me. Snowballs rained down on me, and I couldn't dodge, covered in snowflakes. Suddenly, a big snowball hit me, and I rolled with a carp and fell to the ground. But it didn't last long. I saw my second brother rush in front of me, grabbed a snowball and hit me. I quickly rolled aside, but it was too late, with "beep!" Suddenly, I became a big face. With a click, my mother pressed the shutter of the camera and took this funny scene. The three of us continue to fight. Laughter and shouts echoed in the sky for a long time. ...

Although it has been several years, I still can't help laughing when I see this photo. How I wish I were a boy again and had snowball fights with my brothers!

D. The story composition of old photos is 600 words

Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like smoothing the memory in my heart. . .

It's raining in Mao Mao, and I like to look through photo albums and recall the past at this time. I don't feel well, I just think

Just like the past, raindrops float in the memory of the sky, making people relive the ups and downs of the past.

When I opened the photo album, many photos appeared in front of me, each of which was warm because it was over.

Real records. Looking over and over, one of them is particularly memorable. In many photos, perhaps no one can do it.

I find it different. I think it is different because it has a story that I will never forget.

There are three people in the photo. My sister and I are sitting on a stone, and my grandmother is next to me. This photo is in the square tower.

This was taken in the park. My sister looked happy, but I didn't laugh, as if I were thinking a little, while my grandmother looked at me with ecstasy.

Look at us. Why my sister and I have different expressions? This has to start before taking pictures.

On this day, grandma took us to Fangta Park to play. Along the way, there are lush trees, pavilions, rockeries and ponds.

The scenery is beautiful. We are all in good spirits, talking and laughing. Go to a yard and see one.

Small pond, grandma suggested taking a picture, and of course we all raised our hands in favor. Grandma made us sit in front of the rockery.

On two stones, the mouth is still saying, "Come, my sister sits on the big stone and my sister sits on the small stone. Sit tight! " "I

Hearing this, I quickly sat up and put on what I thought was the cutest shape, but my sister on the side was unhappy.

Let us two monks confused. With grandma's patient negotiation, I finally figured out the reason.

It turned out that my sister refused to "feel inferior" and sat on that small stone. Watching me pose, grandma had to keep doing it.

"Ideological work", but my sister is determined not to sit down, which is hard for everyone. Stiff for a while, I have

I'm impatient with writing. "shoot!" I shouted. Grandma looked at me with expectant eyes and said, "Sister wants to sit with you."

That big rock, or ... . ? "I hurriedly sat on a small stone next to me, and my sister was exposed.

Laughed. Grandma boasted, "What a sister! How sensible and humble!" Thinking about milk

I couldn't laugh at what Milk said, but I kept the word "humility" firmly in my heart. With the flash of the flash.

This moment was frozen, and "humility" was also frozen.

Now, my sister and I have grown up, and we will never be unhappy because of small things, but I always remember.

This story, even though I didn't know what real "humility" was, at least I did it.

Point, this is what I have always been proud of.

Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like

Is to smooth the memory in my heart. . .

E. The story composition in the photo is 600 words.

Look! In this photo, a boy is sitting in a hospital chair with a thick bandage on his forehead. The boy in this photo is me.

That was when I was in the fifth grade. That day, I came to school early in the morning. There are only a few students in my class. We were bored, so we played "running and catching". We ran around in the corridor. I ran upstairs and downstairs for a while. At this time, I saw my classmates behind me and was about to catch up and catch me. I ran downstairs at a speed of 100 meters without looking at the road. Just when I turned my eyes to the front, I found a wall in front. I tried to stop, but somehow the brakes suddenly failed. As a result, my forehead was heavily "hugged" on the wall.

At this time, there was a sharp pain in my forehead and I was unconscious. Slowly, my head became more and more painful, and I frowned with pain. Tears swirled in her eyes for a while, and then fell one by one. I touched my head and found my hands were covered with my red blood.

"Huang Lin, Huang Lin, are you all right?" I vaguely heard the shouts of concern and eager footsteps of my classmates. As soon as I saw several classmates coming around, I understood what was going on when I saw this. Two classmates came forward to help me up, put my hand on their shoulders and carefully helped me to the medical room like a wounded man.

In the medicine room, the teacher is helping me stop bleeding. My classmates stood by and looked at me with concern. The teacher said calmly, "Let's all go back to the classroom!" The students listened to the teacher and went back to the classroom. Later, the teacher sent me to the hospital for dressing and stitching. Soon my parents came, and they sat in the chair with me, waiting for the injection. At this time, my father took out his mobile phone and photographed this scene.

Afterwards, after I returned to school, my classmates took the initiative to help me make up lessons and greeted my health at noon. ......

Looking at this photo and recalling these things, I can't help feeling the value of friendship. Friendship is a bright light in the dark; Friendship is the shadow of summer; Friendship is a beam of sunshine in winter. ......

F. The story behind a photo is written in 600 words.

When I open my childhood photo album, I always feel a warm current flowing through my heart. Looking back on my childhood, I always want to grow up quickly, but when I grow up, I feel sorry for my original wish. "If only I were a child forever!" I often think so.

Open the old photo album and you will find how naive, romantic and lively you were when you were a child. Eyes crossed with yellowed photos. For a long time, my eyes gradually stopped and fell on two pictures of crying and laughing, as if time had stopped here. One is a picture of me crying, and the other is a picture of me smiling. There are little-known stories hidden in my head ...

My mother told me that these two photos were taken when I was six months old. A picture of crying is that I am crying alone when the adults are away. If no one hears me, or no one comes to see me, I will keep crying, and then I will keep crying. Mom was scared and thought something had happened to me. I didn't know what happened until later. Dad took a picture when I was crying as a souvenir.

I can't help laughing. It turns out that I still had this kind of thing when I was a child!

Then my mother told me the story behind another photo.

Everyone knows that it is hot in summer, and people will buy watermelons to eat. But I'm the favorite watermelon guy in my family. When I was six months old, my father bought a watermelon, and I clamored for it. In desperation, my father had to cut a piece for me to eat.

I ate with relish. Because I just had teeth, I chewed and chewed slowly, and the juice flowed down my mouth, while slowly enjoying the delicious food on earth. Dad picked up the camera and took this photo.

I have a strange feeling after listening to it? An indescribable feeling. However, I think I am very happy!

G junior high school composition: the story of an old photo (600 words)

I have seen such a photo: there is a girl crying beside her dead mother, and there are many dead people under the ruins next to her. This is the real scene taken by the reporter on August 28th, 1938, when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai Railway Station. After reading this photo, I seem to have traveled through time and space and returned to that day: a mother came to Shanghai Railway Station with her children, ready to go to a distant relative's house to escape. There are many people in the station, some want to escape, some want to join the army ... they all want to reach their destination as soon as possible. However, no one expected that danger was coming. Japanese planes have been buzzing in the air. They were frightened at once, and crying filled the whole station at once. They started running around, but it was too late. It's too late. With a bang, the station suddenly turned into a pile of ruins. Some people were killed, others were buried under the ruins, the air was filled with the smell of burnt bodies and smoke, and there were bloody scenes everywhere. Unfortunately, the little girl's mother also fell in a pool of blood and could only cry "mom, mom!" " "However, no one can help her ... yes, I don't know how many lives have been taken, how many homes have been destroyed, how many people have left their homes, and Yin and Yang are separated. How many people's hearts have been engraved with wounds that cannot be healed. At this moment, I can't help thinking of a song: gently hold your face and dry your tears ... Let's pray together: let the world be peaceful forever and let the beautiful white dove fly freely in the blue sky!

H. 600-word story composition behind a group of Spring Festival photos

On my desk, there is an ordinary photo. However, in my eyes, it is no longer a photo, but a beautiful scenery.

It's a cool autumn day. I went to the zoo with my friends and mother. In a short time, we ended our visit. Unconsciously, we walked into a meadow.

How green the grass is! This is a grassland. The grassland is also dotted with delicate and charming flowers. Like colorful gems. Turn "grassland" into a beautiful green world. At this time, my friend said happily, "We have never seen such a beautiful place. Let's take pictures as a souvenir! " "Say that finish, she quickly pulled me to a place full of green grass and flowers. I couldn't help making a gesture of "Ye" with my hand. Mother hurriedly pressed the shutter. "click"! Left this precious beauty.

Until now, I still haven't forgotten or discarded it, because it is an indelible memory of my childhood and a beautiful memory.

One, 600 words of old photo story composition (***6 articles)

The story of old photos

Time flies, 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 crystal tears in the depths. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up?

Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. 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. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.

It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

The story of old photos

When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of me. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time.

I am about three years old in the photo. The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday". Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday!

As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me.

Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life.

How long have you been opening that photo album about old photos? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From those yellowed album pages, the laughter seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, and the fleeting time, the old flavor floated out. Look at this old photo. Is that little girl with thin hair, black eyes and a white veil really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt. Although I was naughty and active in my knee-length skirt, I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up", as if my legs were kicking in the air. Looking at this photo, the small fragments of childhood are easily shaken off. I remember my father told me that when I was a child, my parents often took me to the stadium because it was near my home. There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "learns to shoot in a skirt". As soon as I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me. At that time, parents would always watch quietly, grab a few shots from time to time and take a close-up with a "click" of the camera. Count, one, two, three ... There are many photos in the album about the jokes planted on the court when I was a child. Think about it, I was only five or six years old then! Fingertips touch the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories, and instantly gather into an ocean. Dad in the old photo is sitting in a chair reading a book leisurely; Mom in the old photo, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun; In the old photos, I wore pink clothes and played carefree by the sea ... Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the unchanging memory is warm.

1. In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one! My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there will always be a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat. At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost like eating at home, but I didn't expect my father to turn off his phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is like this. ...

J. composition: the memory of a photo is 600 words.

Memories of a photo

Every time I see this photo, I think of those lovely parrots. In the photo, a little girl is very busy, that is me, and there are two parrots flying beside her.

I bought these two parrots when I was in the third grade. Once my family went to the flower market, I saw this pair of parrots and asked my mother to buy them. One of the parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue feathers on her face. He is a male parrot. I call him Ying Ge. One has a pink nose, blue feathers and a female parrot. I call it Yanwu. I have established a good relationship with two parrots and I like them very much. They are very active. Singing songs that are better than orioles every day, Yan dances up and down deftly in the cage. Once I put my hand into the birdcage and wanted the parrot to stand in my hand. I went to Yanwu first. As soon as my hand touched its foot, it quickly bit me with its sharp and hard mouth, making me shout, "Ah!" " Then it quickly climbed onto the small swing in the cage. I thought to myself: this rotten swallow dance, I will punish you if I feed it! When I feed them food, I only feed Ying Ge, not Yanwu, and hold it in my hand when I feed Ying Ge. I thought to myself: haha! This is what happens when you bite me! But when I wasn't paying attention, Yan Wu deftly flew out of the cage from my hand. I was surprised, so I quickly put down my food and went to catch the swallow dance. On the other hand, Ying Ge saw her companion go out. Just as the door of the cage was open, she also flew out of the cage. "ah! Don't run back! " I'm so anxious, I want to catch this and that, and I don't know what to do. At this time, my mother just came out with a camera, and "click" took this ridiculous scene.

Later, the two parrots were given away. Every time I see this photo, I can't help laughing. At the same time, I miss my two parrots and wish them more lively and healthy.