The story in the photo, the sixth grade composition

Story in the photo Grade 6 Composition 7

Until I left that place, it didn't change much, just the place in my memory, the lawn and the round benches. Now, only the photos can be seen. The following is the story of the sixth grade composition in the photo I brought to you, hoping to help you. Story in the photo 1

Only homesickness is the strongest, only family ties are the deepest, and only relatives are the warmest. A warm photo records the smallest and most beautiful moment in life, and also records the little stories of life and growth.

having such a photo is my best wishes for 218 and 219. This is a photo taken at my hometown in Fuzhou on the afternoon of New Year's Eve. There are parents, sister and me in the picture, such a small family.

In this photo, I appeared in front of the camera with a bright smile. This is the symbol that I send the most positive energy to myself on the last day of 218. Father with a faint smile, like his implicit expression of love for this year. My sister looked at the camera with her tender and lovely face. It was the fastest growing year for him, and it was also the year when she learned to walk and took the first step in her life. Mother's loving smile is a reward and relief for her hard work over the past year.

This photo is accompanied by the cry and clarion call for the new year on the last day of 218!

"huh?" There is something red in my sister's hand! Yes! That's a red envelope! This year I learned how to be a qualified sister and how to love others, so this year is a year of growth and special significance for me.

Although it is said that when the Spring Festival is coming, the younger generation will ask the elder for a red envelope, my sister is so arrogant that I have to give her my red envelope. Give her a blessing and hope for growth. This year also has a special significance for me. It is the year when I bid farewell to primary school and met with middle school. It is the transition period and turning point of my academic growth.

This photo records the growth of my knowledge and the warmth of our family on New Year's Eve.

this is the story in my photo! The story in the photo Grade 6 Composition 2

The most representative bits and pieces in the memory may only be those old photos. Because the mobile phone at that time had no beauty effect, it was natural to shoot people. Although there were so many photos when I was a child, it seems that there is only one that I will never forget.

I grew up in Heihe when I was a child, and later I moved to Qitaihe because of my parents' work. Because I grew up in my grandparents' parents, I had a lot of disappointment, and I didn't even have a good winter vacation. On the day before I left, my eyes turned a little red. To be honest, I really can't bear to part with it. A kind of emotion called sadness quickly flooded into my mind ... My grandparents seemed to see that my mood was very unstable, so my grandfather bought me several boxes of lollipops. Somehow, my mood was really a little better. I swear, it's only that lost.

after eating a lollipop, I visited all the places again. From the house to the garden, to the kennel, to the rabbit's nest, almost all the places in Fiona Fang have been turned around.

On the day I didn't dare to think about it, my mother came to pick me up, and my tears fell like raindrops as big as beans. Holding grandpa's and grandma's hands is tight again, because the next second will lose the opportunity to be together often.

It's that photo, which is fixed in the camera forever and becomes a permanent memory. Whenever I see this photo, I will smile bitterly, and I can't help thinking of my grandparents in a foreign land. They are … old, with gray hair and wrinkles around their eyes, which can't change the changes of time.

Although this photo doesn't mean anything, in my eyes, it is as precious as a treasure. This old photo makes me sad. We grew up in the arms of our grandparents, but how many people still remember it?

Thinking caused by an old photo ... Story in the photo Grade 6 Composition 3

Time flies, and 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 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. When I was a child, I was willful. When I thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. 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 told me that my sister and I would work hard to win honor for our families and give 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. 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. Story in the photo Grade 6 Composition 4

Today, I found an album from home. Open it and look, "Ah!" That's a photo of me skiing with Li Yulin on the river bank when I was eight years old. At that time, we were really happy.

Last winter, Li Yulin and I made an appointment to go skiing on the riverbank. It was cold and snowflakes were still falling finely. I cold neck, rubbing hands, ready to start skiing, my heart is both excited and nervous, eyes wide open, and cold snowflakes are falling on my nose. When I saw someone sliding down from a height, but finally fell on all fours, the more I watched it, the more scared I became. It was not until Li Yulin and her mother cheered me on that I got up the courage to go up.

I heard a whoosh, and I slipped down quickly. Suddenly, I was pale and frowned, biting my lip tightly. Finally, I fell to the ground, although it hurt a little, but I was still very happy. Look at Li Yulin, she also fell headlong. Ha, it's no better than me. Everyone laughs ... There are more and more people on the riverbank, some slide with bathtubs, some with cutting boards, and some slide with cardboard ... Each has its own weapon.

I'm getting more and more happy. I forgot my previous fear and skated again. This time I skated with Li Yulin. As a result, we slipped to the end and only listened to "Oh, my God!" With a scream, we bumped into each other, her legs were on my shoulders, and I was lying in the snow. At this time, there was a click, and my mother took this scene.

I like this photo. It records my happy childhood and my wonderful growing time. I will definitely cherish this photo. The story in the photo 5

When I open the photo album of my memory, there is a photo that I remember vividly. Recalling the story in the photo always makes me excited.

It was a sunny morning. I went to the main examination place to take the exam. At first glance, there were all dark people. I couldn't tell which one was my teacher and classmate, so I walked into the examination room in a daze.

The examination room is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop on the ground. Even if you practice at home, you are anxious like ants on hot bricks when you go to the examination room. Time flies, and it's my turn to play in a blink of an eye.

I walked to the front desk blankly, and my heart was like a few deer jumping wildly. The fear of stage fright came upon me in an avalanche. I think Takeguchi will judge me harshly. A feeling of helplessness and despair filled my mind. My knees were shaking, my heart was pounding, and a terrible dizziness came at me. I couldn't say a word, and then I was about to run away 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 up proudly. My courage and determination immediately filled my whole body like electricity. My timidity and nervousness disappeared. I began to recite, and my voice spread all over the room. Because I overcame my fear just now, I recited more than every time before. When the recitation was over, I sat quietly in my chair and waited for the end of the exam.

At this time, the grade certificate is in my hand, and my mother took this precious photo for me.

I will never forget the story in the photo, and at the same time I understand a truth: if a person wants to succeed, he must overcome himself and surpass himself! Story in the photo 6

When I was 1 years old and was working as a bridesmaid with my little sister next door, the photographer offered to take a photo with my little sister before the wedding car. After some adjustment, it was photographed with a click, and it was washed out a few days later and sent to my home. In the photo, I'm wearing a tuxedo and holding my little sister in a dress, followed by a red wedding car. At first glance, it looks like a wedding photo.

once, the teacher asked us to bring a photo of ourselves to school. I lived at my aunt's house in Shangtang, and there were no other photos at that time, so I took this one with me. When I arrived at school, it seemed that someone had tipped me off that I had brought an unusual photo. Many students gathered around my desk and asked me to see the photo. As soon as I took it out, one of them snatched the photo. When he took a look, he shouted, "Come and see the wedding photo of Tang Jinruo." I'm ashamed that my classmates are crowding around.

I was told that I had a wedding photo when I was only in the third grade. I still want to be a handsome boy. What if my female classmates find out? Be sure not to show this photo to others next time. I managed to get the photos back, take them home and hide them from outsiders. Because I took this photo, my little sister and I were called golden couple by the old man, and we were born together. At first, I only took it as a joke, so I put up with it. But now I'm serious, and I dare not see that little sister. I won't go downstairs if she is downstairs.

I gradually began to complain about why the photographer took this wedding photo of my little sister and me. I really wanted to tear it up, but I was afraid that my mother would say. Finally, after a big renovation of the house, the photos disappeared. I was a little happy, but I seemed a little reluctant. The story in the photo 7

I took out the thick photo album from the bookcase, sat on the bed and savored it. When I opened the first page, I saw the true, simple and lovely me that day and remembered the interest of my childhood.

On that day, my mother went shopping in Pan 'an. I slipped into grandma's small garden next door, looked around and saw that no one was there, so I secretly picked some roses, and then quickly ran home and closed the door. I sat in front of the mirror, took out a box of colored pens hidden in the drawer, picked off the petals one by one, picked up a small tape and stuck it on my forehead. Then, I picked up a blue marker and painted it on my eyelids, painted it on my eyebrows with a green marker, painted color on my two small cheeks, and painted a light red on my mouth.

Then, I went into my mother's room, picked up her little floral dress and put it on. "It's so big, it's going to fall off!" At this moment, my eyes lit up, and I took my mother's belt and tied it. "How beautiful!" I looked in the mirror and talked to myself. But there seems to be something missing, right! High heels! So I chose a pair of big red leather shoes. Walking from my mother's room to my own room is like an international supermodel walking on the catwalk.

"Knock, knock, knock" Someone was knocking at the door outside. I wore that dress to open the door, and I fell down as soon as I ran downstairs. I stood up slowly and staggered to open the door. Originally, my mother came back. When she saw me dressed like this, she thought I saw a ghost in broad daylight. Look again, it was her daughter! My mother burst into laughter, and I pouted, and my mother laughed even harder. My mother was afraid that I would be poisoned and immediately dragged me to wash my face.

in retrospect, I really want to go back to that naive time and warm up that interesting childhood!