The story in the photo essay 1
Gently open the dusty photo album, I carefully took out three old photos, grandma stroked the photos and slowly told me the story after these three photos.
The first photo: In front of a dilapidated thatched cottage, a young and thin grandmother was wearing an ill-fitting woolen sweater and looked at the camera timidly. The pomegranate tree beside me bent feebly, and only a few withered pomegranates hung on the tiny branches. Grandma looked at the photo and her face was covered with sad wrinkles. She said, "New China was founded not long ago. Before the reform and opening up, life was only' poor' and generally poor. When I was ten years old, I asked my neighbors to take pictures, and the photographer brought his own clothes. Alas, photographers don't make any money either, but they just collect some millet and vegetables. " I asked curiously, "Did you go to school?" Grandma shook her head and sighed. "What school do you go to? There are so many children in a family that it is difficult to eat enough. Even the nearest school has dozens of miles, all of which are bumpy dirt roads, and there is no road when it rains and snows. What kind of school do you go to? " Grandma took the second photo.
The second photo: Grandma in her twenties is wearing a neat gray tulle dress and holding my uncle in her hand. The pomegranate tree around her is much taller, and there are several fiery pomegranate flowers on the tree, reflecting her quiet smile. Behind grandma is a slate room with the word "Xi" written on the wall. Grandma stroked this photo with a smile between her eyes: "This is after three major transformations. Your grandfather and I have been married for less than two years. Although your grandfather doesn't have much money, he has a good life. Look, this is a new slate house, which is much more comfortable than the original thatched cottage. Only a few simple pieces of furniture are enough. " I joked, "Did you suffer with my grandfather?" Grandma showed a happy smile on her face: "although I am not rich, I can eat enough." The road in the village has also been replaced by a gravel road, so you can listen to the radio. Very good. "
The third photo: The 70-year-old grandmother is wearing red double-breasted buttons, surrounded by children, and the newly-knotted pomegranate trees are flourishing, which makes the second-floor building behind her jubilant. Grandma looked at the new photo and said happily, "I don't know how many times life has improved in recent years!" " The refrigerator, color TV and heating in the room are all available, the chicken, duck and fish on the table are changing, and the newly built cement road is really comfortable to walk on. I have nothing to do. I go to the university for the aged to learn painting and listen to opera. Well, I'm also learning to take the high-speed train with you after I get well, and try to enjoy my bike. I won't lose to you online! ""well, we'll follow you later! " Grandma's hearty laughter spread far and wide. ...
Three photos recorded grandma's ups and downs and the ever-changing China. China is changing, getting better and more beautiful! More and more money!
The story in the photo constitutes the second part.
This photo is a snowman that my mother and I made in the community when it snowed in 1 grade. Isn't it beautiful? Snowman's eyes are made of leaves and his hands are barrels for setting off firecrackers. My mother also took off her scarf and put it on the snowman. My heart is full of joy! My mother told me about the nail clipper on the right. I bought it at the full moon to prevent it from falling into my eyes. Especially easy to use, has been used until now. Thank you, mom! ? I wish my mother health and beauty forever!
This Jiugongge is the first educational toy my mother gave me when I was four years old. It has been with me since I was four years old. Now that I am ten years old, I still like it as always, because it allows me to use my brain. I love the excitement of customs clearance and always want to continue to conquer the next level, so I like this educational toy my mother gave me, which can not only relax my mood but also develop my logical thinking ability. Thank you, mom.
This pair of cups is my gift to my parents. My mother is very busy at work. Dad always reminds mom to drink plenty of water at work and pay attention to her health. I gave them cups to remind them to drink more water. I will remember me when I use the cup I gave. The cup also has a beautiful moral, that is, I will live forever. I hope my parents are healthy and I wish all my mothers a happy holiday!
When I was a child, I went to the park to play, and I especially liked the shiny little ring. My mother bought me some and accidentally lost them while playing. My mother not only didn't tell me, but also comforted me that it was okay. Finally, my mother bought me two more. My mother's love for me is everywhere. I will honor my parents in the future! I wish my mother good health and happy Mother's Day to all mothers!
This is a bucket of building blocks. I bought it when I was two or three years old. I am very happy! I don't play now, but I still have it. When I was a child, I cried. My mother comforted me and said, "It's okay. If I take it again, it will be successful! " So I set it patiently, and it really worked! I smiled happily, mom and dad's love? , everywhere, so we should honor our parents, don't let them worry, wish mom good health, all the best, be happy every day, and wish mom a happy Mother's Day!
The picture 1 is the first photo of my childhood. I immediately fell into thinking. I thank my mother for giving me life, nurturing me and educating me. I heard from my mother that when I was a child, I was very picky about food and didn't eat well. My mother takes pains to cook me good food every day. When I am free, my mother takes me out for a trip, visiting Putuo Mountain, Beidaihe, Shenzhen, Guangzhou and other places in Zhejiang, and tasting snacks and delicious food from all over the world. I hope mom still has time. Mom, you are lucky, I love you forever!
Sand hammer, my childhood dream. My mother said that when I was in the second month, she gently shook the sand hammer, rustling like the sound of the sea beating on the beach, which made me fall asleep gradually. The crisp sand hammer is the ornament of my childhood. Grandma always makes me laugh with a crisp sand hammer and then tickles me. The crisp sand hammer is my pistachio, stringing my best memories into a beautiful necklace, embellishing my unforgettable childhood. The sand hammer recorded mom's love! Thank you, mom!
Story composition in photo article 3
The misty rain outside the window, I sat at the table, picked up an album and savored it. Every photo is a moment full of memories. My fingers crossed every photo and finally stopped at a slightly yellow photo, showing me in new clothes and my grandmother who barely smiled. I looked at it and my thoughts flew to ten years ago.
My mother was weak when she was a child, and my children were smaller than usual. My neighbor advised my grandmother not to raise me. I am small and weak, and it is difficult to support me. However, my grandmother said to them very seriously, "Don't talk nonsense. My eldest granddaughter is so lucky, how can she not support me?" I can't wait for her to go to college and let me enjoy my life! "In this way, I was raised fatter and fatter under my grandmother's frugality, no different from other children of the same age, even taller than them. If I want to eat candied haws, grandma will definitely buy them for me without saying anything.
My parents went to the south to support their families, so I stayed with my grandmother. Because I am timid, I dare not play with other children since I was a child. I can only stick to grandma like a piece of maltose every day. In a blink of an eye, I have reached the age of kindergarten. My mother, who only came back during the holidays, came back. She said she would take me to study outside.
On the day I left, I stayed in bed because I didn't want to leave my grandmother. I didn't get up reluctantly until my grandmother called me herself. Grandma changed into the new clothes she bought for me, but I was not happy at all. Grandma helped me do this and that for fear of leaving something behind. After I finished washing, grandma took my hand and walked outside the village. Halfway through the writing, I suddenly stopped, and tears kept falling like broken beads. Grandma squatted down, wiped my tears with her rough hands and said to me, "Don't cry, grandma will go with you." "Really?" I wiped the tears on my face and said, "Grandma, you can't lie to the children." Say that finish, I took grandma's hand and ran outside the village quickly, for fear that grandma would go back on her word.
Mother has been waiting at the entrance of the village for a long time. She is leaning against the big tree at the entrance to the village. I found my mother before I stopped. Grandma saw that I was not leaving again, so she bent down and asked me what was wrong. My mouth turned up unconsciously, and I felt like I was about to cry. My grandmother had to comfort me, because her waist was not very good after half a lifetime's hard work, so she beat my waist while comforting me. Looking at grandma's embarrassment, I reluctantly walked to my mother's side with her, still holding her hand and snuggling up to her. Mother saw me and grandma coming, and took out a bag of candy and a camera from her bag.
I saw the candy in my mother's hand, so I threw away my grandmother's hand and ran to my mother. Mom handed me the candy, walked up to grandma and said, "Mom, take a picture with your baby granddaughter!" " "I'm still fiddling with the candy in my hand, and grandma is sorting clothes. Grandma took my hand with her industrious hands, bent down and said to me, "Smile when taking pictures. "Maybe grandma know took this photo, we will be separated. But in order not to make me suspicious, grandma smiled at the camera and tried to hide her disappointment.
After the photo shoot, grandma left when I wasn't looking. By the time I turned around, grandma had gone a long way. At that moment, I seemed to see grandma wiping her face with her sleeves.
I stroked this precious photo, and my wandering thoughts gradually returned to reality. Looking at grandma in the photo, my eyes are moist. Growing up, grandma is old. I saw her love for me in her vicissitudes.
Story composition in photo article 4
Mom told me that the baby in the photo that looks like a little old man is the first photo in my life. Little clothes and hats are my full moon clothes. If it weren't for the homework assigned by the teacher, I didn't know that my mother left me such a beautiful memory. Mom, I love you!
My mother bought me this balance car when I was ten years old. I passed the shop selling balance cars that day. Because I always want to balance the car, I can't walk. I begged my mother. My mother promised to give me a birthday present, and I jumped for joy. I have always cherished it since I got home, and I was careful not to break it when I rode it.
I like this balance car that my mother gave me very much.
This is when I was 9 years old. My mother took me to my uncle's house in Nanning. I bought a little doll at Detian Waterfall on the Vietnam border as a birthday present from my mother. Every year when I have a holiday, my mother will take me around. We have been to Guangxi, Guangdong, Yunnan, Xinjiang and so on. I love my mother!
Once on my way to school. It's cold, very cold. The north wind roared. My hands are red with cold. My face hurts like a knife. Mom saw that I was not wearing a scarf. I just took off her scarf and wrapped it around me. Suddenly I felt a warm current coming up. She lacked a trace of warmth in the cold wind, but her mother still smiled. Because she gave me all the warmth and maternal love without reservation. I touched my scarf. Very soft. It smells like a mother. My mother gave me not only warmth, but also a kind of love that is difficult to express in words! Mom, I love you!
My mother and I brought back a very old little bike from my grandmother's house. I still remember my mother said at that time that the first little master who rode it had gone to college. When I was a child, I liked to ride it and play rafting on the ground. Because the car was heavy and the tires were strong, I was very happy to have a big drift! I still have it. I have to take it out and clean it up from time to time. Thank my grandma and mom for leaving me this special gift.
When I was 8 years old, my mother bought me a Lego airplane plug-in toy as a birthday present. At that time, I was so happy that I couldn't put it down. I immediately started fighting. Put it on the bookshelf and enjoy it, especially with a sense of accomplishment. Thank you for the gift my mother gave me, which improved my practical ability. Although the dust settles with the passage of time, I won't like the new and hate the old, because it is full of my mother's love for me!
I remember my mother said that when she was a child, she liked to play pinball with her friends in the alley. I found many beautiful glass balls in Otaru, Japan this time. My mother said these were much more beautiful than when she was a child, so I burned a beautiful glass ball for my mother and gave it to her as a necklace. My mother said that she liked this gift very much.
This cute Qiqi was given to me by my mother when I was in preschool. At that time, this little toy of MengQiqi was very popular, and I always wanted it, but my mother never bought it for me because I had too many toys. I remember I got 100 in the mid-term exam of preschool class! When I got home, I saw a Meng Qiqi on the table. I'm so happy! I asked my mother what was going on. Mom said, this is my reward. I love this Meng Qiqi very much, and she has always accompanied me to grow up!
I got a lot of lucky money from adults during the Spring Festival this year. Before that, I told my mother that I would take care of the money myself, and my mother agreed to my request very happily. Today, I bought this golden rose with my own money. May my mother be as beautiful as a golden rose and always be young! Mom, I love you!
These are two different photos. The following picture was taken when my mother hugged me when I was one and a half years old. The picture above shows my mother, my brother and me. My brother is very cute. I saw the hard work when my mother took care of my brother, and I realized that it was not easy for my mother. I love my mother more. In the future, I will let my mother worry less and honor her! I love my brother and my mother more!
This is a meaningful pig, because it was given to me by my mother and my great-grandmother when I was just born. At that time, grandma was 80 years old and could still make such a good gift for me. I named her "black dachshund". This little pig has been with me for 10 years, and my grandmother is 90 years old. I go back to my hometown with my parents to visit my grandmother every year. So I cherish this little pig very much and wish my great-grandmother good health and a long life.
Story composition in photo article 5
What was I like when I was young? Big eyes or small eyes? I found a box of photo albums from the closet and wanted to look back at my newborn appearance. I pulled out one of them, which was the first photo album of my life.
Ha! I am so cute in the photo! He has a chubby face and a round body. Look! I was sleeping, my mom teased me, my dad hugged me, took a shower, chewed my fingers, sat ... Dad, a photographer, recorded my every tiny change with a camera.
Turning it over, I suddenly saw a special photo and I was attracted by it. That's a picture of me crying in an album! I saw my sister helplessly holding my bald head in her hand and sitting on the tram in the park. What about me? You look like you're going to cry, but you haven't completely cried yet. What injustice have I suffered? It should be fun to ride in a sedan chair, right? Did dad want to make me cry on purpose? I had to find out, so I decided to ask my mother.
My mother kindly told me the story in this photo: I was only six months old at that time, because my parents had been busy with work and didn't have time to take me to the park to take pictures. It happened that my parents were resting that day and decided to take my cousin and me to the park to take some photos as a souvenir. They happily took me to Gong Yuan, but I slept well and slept all the time. They are anxious for me to wake up soon. In order to wake me up, they used all kinds of tricks-grabbing the soles of my feet and pinching my nose ... Finally, I stretched and kicked my calf before I woke up. Dad quickly opened the lens cover, and my mother quickly let my sister sit in the sedan chair, and then gave me to my sister. But when I saw the Monkey King, I thought it was a big monster. I was so scared that I didn't sit in the sedan chair and tried to get rid of my sister's hand. One moment my mother told me a story, and the other moment she made me laugh with a toy ... but I totally ignored them, and I was very hungry before I knew it. They were still teasing me, and I don't know why I didn't want to take pictures. I finally couldn't help it. When my mouth was flat and my nose was wrinkled, Jin Doudou came out of my eyes and looked at my mother with injustice. "e-e-e-e-e-e" alarmed my mother, and my father thought I was crying so badly that he quickly "clicked!" Took this picture of me crying. Or when my mother knew me and wanted to breastfeed me, I fell asleep in my mother's arms. My father was very interested and wanted to pose for me and take more photos as a souvenir, but I ignored them and slept. Finally, they came happily and went home disappointed. My mother said that my father still couldn't put down his camera when he got home. He said, "I didn't take a picture of my daughter today."
After hearing this story, I couldn't help laughing. I couldn't cooperate. It seems that there is a good story in every photo.
Story composition in photo article 6
A small photo can give people a kind of happiness; A small photo can remind people of the past ... Open that thick photo album, and a photo will always give me endless happiness and endless memories.
In the photo, I am attending my good friend Yang's birthday party. Her face and mine are covered with flour and filled with happy smiles.
That afternoon, at the invitation of Yang, I came to her house. Her mother, Aunt Li, has put cakes and stir-fried dishes on the table and said to us, "I'm going out, so you can play first." When Yang saw Aunt Li go out, she giggled and said to me, "Don't eat yet. How about we play a game?" I looked at her doubtfully and thought, what do you want, naughty boy?
At this time, she was carrying two small buckets, one on her side, one on my side, and a bag of flour, and "Wow" suddenly fell into the two buckets respectively.
Before I knew it, she grabbed handfuls of flour and ran towards me, throwing handfuls of flour at me. I suddenly realized that we were fighting fiercely with her-first with our hands, then with bowls, and finally with buckets on each other's heads. Our hair, face and clothes are covered with flour. What we didn't know was that during our "fight", Aunt Li came back. During our "fight", she used her mobile phone to freeze the fierce and beautiful scene and print it out.
To this day, I still have this photo. Whenever I open that thick photo album, this photo always brings me endless fun and endless memories.
The Story Composition in the Photo Chapter 7
There is a photo under the glass plate of my desk. This photo was taken when my mother took Lu and me to visit the Grand Canyon in western Zhejiang. Look, in a crystal clear stream, Liu and I are having a water fight! Look how happy we are! Every time I see this photo, my thoughts go back to that day.
It was a summer vacation day, and we went down to the Grand Canyon in western Zhejiang under the guidance of our mother. There are green trees, wild flowers and grass everywhere. Blue streams crisscross and the air is very fresh.
While enjoying the charming scenery, we walked slowly with people. A crystal clear stream appeared in front of us, and the sand and stones in the water were clearly visible. Because the water is not deep, many people step on the water to play and splash water in the air like pearls. We were so happy that we went to play in the water. "Wow, this water is so cool!" I couldn't help crying. I raised my right foot and stepped on it hard. "Pa", a big splash blooms under my feet, and a string of naughty water drops pounce on my whole body. Really comfortable!
Suddenly, Liu behind me had some water in his hand and sprinkled it on my face. Suddenly, my face got wet. Good, unexpectedly sneak attack me! I didn't show weakness, so I quickly picked up a handful of water and forced it at Liu Liu Wenyang, wetting most of her skirts. But instead of being angry, she came back to me ... in this way, we splashed water on each other, and both of them got wet, just like in the water-splashing festival. Mom saw that we were having such a good time and took this photo for us when we were not looking.
This is really an unforgettable photo for me!
Story composition in photo article 8
When I opened the photo album of my memory, there was a photo that I remembered vividly. Recalling the story in the photo always excites me.
It's a sunny morning. I went to the main test center for grading. At first glance, there are all dark people. I couldn't tell which one was my teacher and which one was my classmate, so I walked into the examination room in a daze.
The examination room was as quiet as if a needle fell to the ground and could be heard. Even if you practice perfectly at home, you are as anxious as a cat on hot bricks when you go to the examination room. Time flies, and it's my turn to play in the blink of an eye.
I walked to the front desk blankly, feeling as if there were some deer jumping wildly. The fear of stage fright came at me like an avalanche. I think Takeguchi will judge me severely. A feeling of helplessness and despair filled my mind. My knees are shaking, my heart is pounding, and a terrible dizziness is coming at me. I couldn't say a word, and then I had to escape from the stage, but I felt that doing so would bring a shadow to my life.
At this moment, I seem to hear my mother shouting, "Tong Tong, you can do it!" ! This sentence made me regain my confidence. I took a deep breath and held my head proudly. My courage and determination immediately filled my whole body like electricity. My timidity and nervousness disappeared. I began to recite, and the sound spread throughout the room. Because I overcame my fears just now, I recited more than before every time. After reciting, I sat quietly in the chair, waiting for the end of the exam.
At this time, the certificate of the grade examination was in my hand, and my mother took this precious photo for me.
The story in the photo makes me unforgettable, and it also makes me understand a truth: if a person wants to succeed, he must overcome himself and surpass himself!
The Story Composition in the Photo Chapter 9
Every time I see the photo in the photo frame on my desk, I can't help but think of the story in the photo: I learned to cook.
On holiday, I came home in the afternoon and heard the sound of running water as soon as I entered the door. It turned out that mom was cooking. I think: My mother has to go to work every day, and she has to wash clothes and cook when she comes home. How difficult it is! I should do some housework for my parents to lighten their burden. Little princess who can't reach out with clothes on.
So, I put down my schoolbag and said to my mother, "I have grown up, let me cook!" " "Mother's face revealed a trace of joy. After my repeated requests, my mother finally agreed to let me cook.
I came to the pool happily, washed the rice like my mother, put it in the rice cooker and plugged it in. I saw half a chicken on the chopping board, and I had a good idea. I cut the chicken, boiled it, put the oil in it, and turned it all the time. I put salt and pepper in it for a while, and I put everything that is seasoning in it. When I put a piece of chicken in my mouth, I realized that it was salty and spicy.
My mother said to me, "Silly boy, the seasoning should be put according to the needs of the dish." I suddenly realized that it was like this. I nodded thoughtfully and did it again according to the method my mother taught me. My mother tasted a piece and gave her thumb happily and said, "It's delicious. When my daughter grows up, she can cook. " Hearing these words, my heart is full of joy, and I know that labor is the most glorious. Just when I was happy, my mother took this precious photo with her mobile phone.
This is the story in my photo, which taught me that everyone should work hard to do what he can't do, face it bravely and make constant efforts to succeed!
Story composition in photo article 10
There are three people in my family playing in Times Square. I was only ten years old then.
Seeing the supermarket in Times Square, our family went in. That supermarket is beautiful and big, with five floors. Bananas and snacks are sold on the first floor, shoes are sold on the second floor, clothes are sold on the third floor, bracelets are sold on the fourth floor, and the fifth floor is a place to eat.
We watched a group of programs on the first floor and stayed there for a long time. We went to the second floor again, where my father and I bought shoes. After looking for a long time, we found the right shoes. On the third floor, my parents and I bought a lot of clothes in the supermarket. We went to the fifth floor again. There are many delicious foods here. Our family was hungry, so we ate braised pork, pork elbow and other delicious foods here. We walked out of the supermarket, dressed in clothes bought in the supermarket, and took many beautiful photos in the cool place of Xiao Qiao's bed. I saw a park there, so I went there. I saw many children my age there. We had a good time. We play on swings and slides. On the slide, we rowed down one by one. It was fun. On the swing, we saw who was taller, and finally I won. We went home after four o'clock. But my mother is carsick. Three minutes after we started getting on the bus, my mother began to feel sleepy. My mother put my bag on me, and then he fell asleep, and I fell asleep, and then at five o'clock, we got off the bus and went home. My mother started cooking dinner for me again and cooked a lot of delicious dishes. I almost ate it all at once.
The place in the photo is the place we miss most and the time we want to go back most, but we have grown up and can't go back.
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