The story characters in the photo have 600 words and 10 compositions.

Everyone has memories, and everyone cherishes them. Those beautiful memories often appear in the form of photos and remain in the album forever. The following is the story in the 600-word character composition photos I compiled for you. You are welcome to study and refer to them, which will certainly help you.

The story in the figure composition photo is 600 words 1.

When I was bored, I accidentally looked up and saw this exquisite and happy old photo-family portrait. Silent for a while, carefully, crept down from the bedside of the bedroom and gently and slowly wiped the dust with a paper ball. ...

This photo has an age. On this matter, I have to recall a night five years ago. ...

"Let's go and take a photo!" My mother is enlightening my introverted father who doesn't want to take pictures. Finally, in the eloquent mother's war of words and my death, my father reluctantly agreed.

You can reach a large photo studio within ten minutes' walk. After entering the store, there are more or less pictures of various styles hanging on the surrounding walls, which can't help but increase my desire to take a formal "family photo".

After a series of preparatory work: choosing clothes, dressing, making up, etc. I can finally take a picture! But at this critical moment, the young and ignorant sister fell off the chain at the critical moment-she was at a loss and afraid of strangers and the environment, and under the bright lighting facilities, her sister was scared to cry.

Our whole family, including the photographer, are anxious like ants on hot bricks-sweating with anxiety. Everyone uses wheel tactics-one by one to please the crying sister. Delicious snacks, cute dolls, beautiful hairpins ... are all used.

Finally, my sister calmed down at least, but the time was almost consumed and the photos were taken faster. My sister's eyes are red, like a little white rabbit, which makes people want to love.

So the photo shoot is finished, and then it's ready to be developed.

A few days later, our family came here again But this time, my sister was no longer afraid of strangers and stopped crying. By contrast, she is quieter. Looking at the 24-inch big photo with a clear solid wood frame, the happiness of the family was fixed at this moment, and everyone's face showed a bright smile.

When I came back, these photos have been hanging on the bedside of my parents' bedroom until today. ...

After wiping, I couldn't help touching it. The mother in a white wedding dress is gentle and beautiful; Dad in a suit is more serious; My sister sitting on her father's lap is red-eyed, holding a doll in her hand and pouting. I am next to my father. Pink girls make me look quiet. This is the whole picture, and there are some invisible but very obvious things in the photo. Yes, it is the priceless treasure that we all have-affection.

I put the photo back where it was. I don't know when the brand-new old photos will make my mouth rise 30 to smile. The ripples of love in my heart are warm.

The story in the character composition photo is 600 words 2.

"Smile!" Click! Took another photo. Oh, this is my birthday when I was 5 years old! Hey, why am I smiling so happily in the photo?

Oh, it was my fifth birthday, which was very interesting, because I was in my hometown at that time, my uncle took me to play in the morning and took me to pick up the cake in the afternoon, and then I left a smile for this moment. That day, I was very excited, and the weather was a little cold, so the wind was very uncomfortable on my face. It's very cold. I followed my uncle to the cake shop to buy cakes. I looked up as I walked and asked my uncle, "Uncle, what does the cake look like?" Uncle said: "Don't worry, you will know when you arrive!" " "However, the cake is wrapped when it is made, so I still can't see the look of the cake! Then I asked my uncle anxiously, "Uncle, what does the cake look like?" Uncle said unhurriedly, "don't worry, we'll know at night!" " "So, I am anxious to arrive at night.

My brothers and sisters came to my uncle's house one after another, and I also received two gifts, one is a red hat with pigtails, and the other is a bear! I was very happy and thought, "Haha, I must show it to my partners when I return to Shenzhen! I will see my cake soon! Well, what is my cake like? " So, I rushed to my parents: "Mom and Dad, they are all here. You can let them go.

The cake is out! "So, my lovely mouse cake came out! When my brothers and sisters saw me take out that lovely cake, they jumped up with joy: "Wow, it's so beautiful! Haha, it's so cute that I don't want to eat it! "After putting in candles and singing, my brothers and sisters and I made a wish and blew out the candles. Thirty minutes passed, and we also ate half of the cake. Dad took advantage of my unprepared "click" and photographed me eating the cake in a mess! Later, I ate almost all. I put on a new red hat and took a photo with a bear toy in my hand.

To this day, I still keep this photo. Whenever I see this photo, I miss it very much and want to laugh! Childhood is always happy. Every time I open the photo album, the ups and downs of my childhood are in front of me. Childhood, like colorful bubbles, flies around, but bubbles always disappear in the sky!

The story in the character composition photo is 600 words 3.

In August in my hometown, the weather has begun to get cold. Grandpa in a wheelchair always wants us to go home more often. We will not go against his wishes, but will spend more time with him.

At noon, my grandfather sat on the sofa and I sat on the sofa. I look through the photos kept in the old house from time to time. I saw an old photo album and was about to open it when my grandfather shouted:

"Hey, hey-don't throw it to me."

Grandpa has cerebral thrombosis. I can speak for myself, but I still have some difficulties in walking. I can only be idle and do nothing in my hometown every day. His hands are always hanging feebly, and his hair is almost bald, leaving only a few short white hairs that look like hay hanging over his head, but his voice is still loud.

"Grandpa, let me have a look!" I couldn't resist my curiosity and argued.

"Dead old man, what baby! Here, Xiaoru, look! " Grandma always likes me and is obedient to me.

This is a photo of grandpa, a photo of grandpa in the army when he was young. There are only a few people, but I can't find my grandfather who I have known for ten years. Grandma pointed to one of them and told me that this was grandpa. He stood in the middle of the line, tall and straight, with bright eyes, dark and thick hair, still sweating, and his mouth was wide to his ear. His bronze skin blends well with the whole series. This is what Grandpa looked like when he was young, full of energy and a standard soldier! Grandma also told me that life was hard at that time. I can't take a bath for a long time, and I can't eat enough.

Once, grandpa sneaked out to play during training. He asked his brothers to climb the barbed wire together and ran to the river to fish. When he caught the fish, he stuffed it into a small basket. Grandpa was glad to catch it, but he accidentally met his grandmother, who caught him and went back. It turned out that grandma brought him food, just in time to see grandpa being lazy. When grandpa saw grandma, he accidentally fell into the water and was soaked through. When he returned to the team, he happened to catch this photo, but he was so happy that he didn't have time to change his wet clothes. Sure enough, you can still see the dripping water droplets in the photo.

Grandpa couldn't help laughing at grandma's words and remembered what happened that year.

Grandma showed me another photo, which was taken by my grandfather in the house. The light is bad. The grandfather in the photo is still so heroic, still showing big teeth and grinning. But look at grandpa now, sitting in a wheelchair, with rings engraved on his face. He lacks the vigor of his youth and is more helpless and sorry.

Time flies, the leaves fall longer and longer, and then fall again. Before you know it, grandpa is old. Looking at grandpa, my tears unwillingly flowed down. I quickly turned my back, dried my tears, walked over to my grandfather, took his hand and sat quietly beside him.

The story in the character composition photo is 600 words 4.

In my home, there is a photo that I can't forget. Because of it, my memory is fixed at that moment and I can't forget it for a long time.

It was a hot July day, and the class teacher arranged the last team for us and told us: "After taking this graduation photo, it means that your primary school career is over, and you may part ways, and no one will care about anyone in the future." Dear students, please cherish this last photo activity! "As soon as the head teacher finished speaking, the school leaders and our subject teachers also came to the scene, took their positions and took this precious photo.

Our head teacher is in the center of the photo. Although his face is full of smiles, tears of disappointment are swirling in his eyes. The English teacher's face is full of sadness. The bright eyes she used to give us in class are dim now. Is it because she won't give up? Whenever I see the disfigured position on the principal's right, I can't help thinking of the Chinese teacher. He didn't take part in the photo shoot, because he said that we don't need to remember his appearance, his merits, but his strictness. It is enough to remember that after ten years, there will be a passerby like him in our life. ...

When I think about all this, I can't help but burst into tears, as if our parting was yesterday. We had a good time in the wild together. Every autumn outing, spring outing, every activity, every performance, everything is so beautiful, everything is so vivid. It used to be said that "we won't leave until time is old." Today, time is not old, but we have all dispersed and gone our separate ways. Many years later, no one will remember who.

Although there are many things in the world waiting for us to realize, we must also seize the time to advance and retreat with it. Time goes by and we are growing. Why can't we seize the time to grow up happily?

The story in the character composition photo is 600 words 5.

Open the photo and recall the past, full of happiness and unforgettable. The photo recorded the beauty of that moment, and happiness also stayed at that moment.

This photo belongs to me and my brother. At that time, I was in the fourth grade and my brother was 3 years old. This photo was taken when my father took us to the dam to fly kites. At that time, my brother and I really took great pains. At the beginning, we thought very simple and confident, just flying kites! As long as there is wind. But when we started flying kites, we were afraid from the beginning. No matter how hard my brother and I try, the kite just can't fly. My brother and I looked at the kite sadly, panting and exhausted, thinking about how to put it away. Suddenly I had a brainwave. It turned out that I was wrong about the wind direction. I should run against the wind and let the kite fly. We had a rest. I tried to run against the wind, and my brother followed. Finally, we watched the kite fly slowly. The higher it flies, the happier we jump. My brother runs on the grass with a kite string. Let's poss together! Celebrate the joy of success. Just as my brother and I were posing, my father pressed the shutter and recorded this wonderful moment.

In the photo, my brother is holding "scissorhands" in his left hand and kite string in his right hand, smiling happily, walking forward with his left foot and tiptoeing with his heel. And I am holding a ribbon in my hand, bending symmetrically and following my brother "Scissorhands". I smiled happily, my mouth opened wide, revealing a row of neat teeth, releasing the happiest breath. The sunshine also released all the warmth at that moment, shining on us and reflecting the best shadow.

This photo is the warmth and happiness of my brother and me. It records the beautiful past and carries love and happiness. A photo, a memory, a period of time, a mood. Every photo is a specimen of time, only a moment has passed, but it is forever. We can't keep time, but what remains in our hearts is the best memory!

The story in the character composition photo is 600 words 6.

This is an old yellow photo. No one knows how many years it has gone through. It accumulated a thin layer of dust at the bottom of the box, blocking a distant story. It was many years before people pulled it out and remembered it. I can't help feeling sorry again.

I used to be a left-behind child. My parents worked outside and lived with my grandmother. My grandmother died early, and she was the only one to undertake many things in the family. I am too young to help her, and I feel helpless. Later, my mother came back from the city to live with me. After grandma died, we decided to move to the city again. When we were packing, I found a yellow photo in grandma's room. There are two big girls with ponytails. They are generous and a little shy, wearing a simple vest and black fat cotton trousers, and a jacket is covered outside the vest. They stood very close, with two bright black benches behind them.

I quickly called my mother. "Who's that girl up there?" I asked. Mom smiled and touched my head. This is a picture of your grandmother and your grandmother. At that time, your grandmother was a big family in the village, with the only blue tile house and a sewing machine. As he spoke, he pointed to the dusty sewing machine next to him, and it only took a pat to shine the dazzling gold of that year. I nodded, so this is the story in the photo. Although I have never met my grandmother, I still imagine their previous life and feel a little sorry. Why did my grandmother die before I was born?

The moonlight shines on my face, and I miss my grandma. ...

The story in the character composition photo is 600 words 7.

In addition to firecrackers, the spring breeze also sent warmth to Tusu. In the photo, it is the Spring Festival of 1000. The winter sun shines on me, and the shadows wander in the snow. Ordos Grand Theatre is located next to the street behind me. There are three adults and a child in the center of the photo.

I remember I was only three years old, and I was a babbling child. At the age of three, I just had the consciousness of loving beauty, so I stood in front of the camera, put my hands into a little flower under my face and dressed myself as a little flower. Great-grandfather was always unsmiling and didn't know what to pose for. His hands are nothing. He doesn't imitate them or stick them to his hips. He seems to feel that there are many pairs of eyes looking at him, which is also the smile he tries to squeeze out. The helpless face is tight and I can't laugh. Grandma on the side is much better. She always smiles from ear to ear. It seems to win the whole world. In the middle is my mother with a satisfied face. Happiness floats in the air and infects everyone.

That was the only time I spent the New Year with my great-grandmother for as long as I can remember. In March of the same year, my great-grandmother found out the advanced stage of gastric cancer, which was useless all over the country. Finally, she decided to go abroad for treatment and two months, but she was too old to be accepted. /kloc-On New Year's Eve of 0/00, the whole family went back to the old house, hoping not to leave any regrets before grandma died. At midnight 1 1 35, my great-grandmother fell asleep and died. I felt death for the first time when I was four years old. ...

Love is everywhere, and its power is infinite. I picked up the photo, gently inserted it into the album and treasured it in my heart again.

The story in the character composition photo is 600 words 8.

Mobile phone and computer wallpaper are all unforgettable photos. Because of this photo, my memory will always be fixed at that moment and I can't forget it for a long time.

It was a hot June day, and the class teacher held a graduation ceremony for us and invited a professional photographer for us, just to help us leave the last good time.

That day, it was breezy, but I felt unusually hot. The sun shines on my face, and my tears are about to evaporate.

The teacher helped us form a formation. We walked to the camera, and the head teacher sat in the middle, with a sweet smile on his face, but it was hard to hide his sadness in the smile, which was unwilling to give up our sadness. Next to the English teacher, the word "don't give up" seems to be written on his face. "3,2, 1。" "We graduated!" At the same time, my face is full of smiles, but tears that may live up to expectations are swirling in my eyes.

Finally, my tears fell down. This is the first time I feel that tears are hot. It burned my face, but it also cooled my heart. Suddenly, the crying in the class became louder. I don't want to cry in front of my classmates when I leave the classroom. Recalling these, tears once again swirled in my eyes. We often say that "we won't leave until time is old", but now, time is not old, but we are scattered.

After the graduation ceremony, everyone walked out of the campus with tears and memories of six years. Everyone's face was full of youth, and graduation photo, full of joy, was engraved in our hearts.

In the six years of primary school, we "survived" 9600 classes, 240 weeks, 12 semesters, but a group of people broke up, leaving only a "graduation photo" and a sentence-goodbye.

Time goes by and we are growing. Eternal is a good memory.

The story in the character composition photo is 600 words 9.

In my photo album, there are many photos, one of which is my favorite.

This was taken when my parents and I went to the park last summer vacation. I remember at that time, we drove along the winding Panshan Highway to the top of the mountain. I stood by the guardrail at the top of the mountain and looked down. Pedestrians under the mountain are as small as ants, houses are like birdcages, and cars run on the road like toy cars.

I found some people flying kites, playing bumper cars and playing hoops on the mountain ... When I hesitated to play something, an old man came up to us with a horse and asked me, "Kid, can you ride a horse?" Riding a horse is fun. "After hearing this, I nodded. Grandpa told me and my father how to get on the horse, where to grab our hands and where to step on our feet. With his help, we got on horseback and sat firmly in the saddle. My father hugged me, my hands clutched the saddle tightly, and I suddenly felt what a big horse was. Pulled by my grandfather, the horse walked forward. At first, the horse walked very slowly, and I felt very interesting sitting on it. Later, grandpa let go of the reins and told us, "The horse knows the way. It will show you around and come back. "Let the horse run by itself. Without grandpa's traction, I was a little nervous, afraid that I would fall, so I held the saddle tighter. However, although the horse is tall, it is very docile. After carrying us around the Peak Park, it returned to the finish line safely. Dad told me that this is an old horse who knows the way. When my father and I were getting ready to dismount, my mother took a photo, which left us a wonderful moment. Look! In the photo, I hold the saddle tightly and have a happy smile on my face.

Whenever I see this photo, I will think back to riding that day.

The story in the figure composition photo is 600 words 10.

There is a family photo on my desk, which is still so new at this moment, because it is my most precious photo.

This photo is of my tenth birthday. Looking at this photo, I remembered one thing. I remember when I was on my tenth birthday, my parents and my brother accompanied me to take pictures. At that time, my brother was so cute and naughty, my father was so amiable, and my mother was so young and beautiful. Look at this photo. I have a picture of that photo in my mind.

At noon, my aunt and grandparents came, and I was very happy. At dinner, everyone was filled with cheerful smiles, and I couldn't help feeling very happy.

The most important thing on a birthday is to eat cake.

The big cake is in front of me. I felt very happy when I saw the hut in the cake. When we eat cakes, we put cakes on other people's faces. They all look like Xiaohua Mall.

In the evening, I went to take pictures with my father, mother and brother. As soon as my brother got up, he took a fan and put it on his chest to act like a gentleman. We all say that he is still a child. I went up and made a thinking appearance, but my father made a picture of Bruce Lee playing nunchakus. Do you understand why? Because Bruce Lee is my father's idol.

Finally, according to the family photo, I put my hand on my parents' shoulders, and my parents held my brother. I think this family is full of happy smiles; It feels good to be happy.

Walking on the way home, I think happiness may not be felt by everyone. Our parents gave us too much happiness. Some people can't give it to us. Parents can give it to us. When we celebrate our birthdays, our relatives will sing birthday songs, blow out candles and eat cakes. How happy!

Today I am lying in the arms of happiness, how happy and free I am.

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