On my desk, there is a photo of our family of three. In the photo, we are wearing diving suits, standing proudly in the blue sea, smiling brightly! As soon as I saw this photo, my heart was filled with happiness and memories of good times.

I was nine years old that year, and my father's unit organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane and came to Hainan Island. Living in a hotel, I stayed up all night excitedly, planning my travel plan for tomorrow.

I got up early the next day. When the tour guide announced that we were going to dive under the sea today, I was even more excited to run around like a rabbit.

When we arrived at the diving field, the coach told us the essentials of diving and took us down to the sea. My heart is like fifteen fights. When the coach asked me, "Are you afraid, little friend?" I stubbornly said, "Who said I was afraid?" After that, he deliberately straightened his chest, quickly put on his diving suit and strode to the sea. Standing in the sea, the cool water gently stroked my leg, and a breeze with the smell of seawater blew. I open my arms and enjoy the embrace of the sea. Just then, the coach said to me, "Are you ready?" "ok!" I made a clever gesture and jumped into the sea. After a while, many colorful fish appeared in front of my eyes. They swam around me as if they were treating me as a strange tourist. I couldn't help reaching out to greet them, but they didn't give me any face and left one by one. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. What a beautiful soft coral! These corals of different colors dazzled me and surprised me secretly. ...

When we surfaced, the photographer left us this precious photo.

When the photo was developed, I put it in a photo frame and kept it until now.

The story composition of that photo is a 600-word ninth-grade model essay.

The story in the photo is an interesting story when I was a child. Every time I pick up that photo, my mouth will rise unconsciously. Because I thought of the laughter when I was a child, and I also thought of my childhood partners.

The five strange children in the photo are the children of my parents and my friends. They are as old as me in Dachuan, and the age difference is no more than one year. The birth interval of one month to two months is completely different from that of our parents, which also makes us look different. It may be strange to say * * * too.

In the photo, the five of us squatted in the mud to dig potatoes. The clothes we wear were made for us by our parents in the tailor's shop. The colors are different, but the styles are exactly the same. Five people squatted there, like five colored melons falling to the ground. We can't see in the photo that we are digging potatoes, but the story in my memory tells me that we were digging potatoes at that time. Potatoes were buried in the ground before we made a fire. We can't be a beggar chicken, because we have no ingredients, but we have potatoes. No one can stop us from stealing lighters from our father, old newspapers from our mother and making a fire on the land.

There is no flame in the photo, only five strange children can be seen digging, but I remember we lit the flame and lit it with chewing gum wrapping paper. When the paper was thrown into the fire, it turned the red flame into a green flame. It looked as if something strange was happening! However, the green fire can no longer be seen after burning the wrapping paper. All we can see is the trace of the fire in our memory, which leads us to imagine a more different moment.

In the photo, if we look carefully, we can see a child stealing potatoes. That child is my childhood. Before I could peel the soil off the potatoes, I couldn't wait to peel them off with my hands, dig out a little with my nails and stuff them into my stomach.

The story composition of that photo is a 600-word ninth-grade model essay.

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 head teacher arranged the last line for us, telling us: "After filming this graduation photo, it means that your primary school career is over, and you may go your separate 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 teachers from all subjects also came to the scene and took this precious photo.

Our head teacher is in the center of the photo, although his face is full of smiles, but tears of disappointment are swirling in his eyes. The English teacher's face is full of sadness. The bright eyes she once gave us in class are dim now. Is it because she won't give up? Whenever I see the disfigured position on the right hand side of the principal, 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, and it is enough to remember that ten years later, there will be a passerby like him in our life. ...

Thinking of all this, I can't help crying, 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 vivid. It used to be said that "we won't leave until time is old." Today, time is still young, 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 understand, we should also seize the time to advance and retreat with them. Time is passing, and we are growing. Why can't we take the time to grow up happily?

The story composition of that photo is a 600-word ninth grade model essay.

I opened the first page of the album and saw a photo in the most conspicuous position at a glance. The picture is: A little girl, that is, me, facing the afterglow of the sunset and the breeze, squinting her eyes, sticking out her tongue and holding five strings of Sugar-Coated Berry in her hand. I couldn't help laughing because I looked excited but naughty.

My thoughts drifted with the breeze to a dusk six years ago:

I followed my parents to climb the mountain and didn't want to go down until the afternoon. When I ran halfway up the mountain, I was probably tired of playing! I changed from a cheerful rabbit to a slow tortoise, and fell down slowly, so stiff. Dad turned to encourage me and said, "Kiki, hurry up! You are too slow, there is an aunt selling candied haws below! Slow-tempered people don't eat candied haws! " I have always enjoyed the reputation of "kitten", and immediately came to my senses. I immediately recovered my "nature" and ran down the hill, leaving my mother's "ten notices" behind me.

Soon, I came to the foot of the mountain, panting and sweating. I can't help it. Use 2. My eyes began to sweep through the crowd, and I didn't stop to have a rest until I caught the figure of Sugar-Coated Berry. After a while, my father caught up with me. I ran to my father, as if writing on my face: You can't escape! Before my father could speak, I immediately said, "Dad! Sugar gourd! " Say that finish, I reached for my father's sleeve. Father had no choice but to follow me to "eat delicious food". "I want this, this, and that …" I began to "order" rudely. "alas! I suffered a big loss! " Dad sighed and reluctantly took out his wallet and paid me. At that time, I couldn't wait to have more hands and take more. Dad said again, "you kitten!" " I listened and made a face at him. Passing 18-wheeler, my mother, who was watching the fun, captured this rare moment.

The photos recorded the joy of my childhood, treasured my childhood memories and hidden some intriguing stories.

The story composition of that photo is a 600-word ninth grade model essay.

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

This photo belongs to me and my brother. 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 turns out that I made a mistake 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 we fly, 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 holds scissors in his left hand and kite reel in his right hand, laughing happily, walking forward with his left foot and tiptoeing with his heel. With a ribbon in my hand, my brother and I bent symmetrically to pose as scissors hands, smiling happily, opening my mouth 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!

6. The story composition of that photo is a 600-word ninth-grade model essay.

My family has several photo albums with many different memories. Every time I see them, it's like going back to that time and place.

When looking through the photo album, a photo reminded us of good memories. That's a photo taken when my family went to the vineyard to pick grapes. In the photo, we are all holding a bunch of grapes, and my brother can't wait to eat fresh grapes. I still remember the happy family.

It was a Sunday, and my family discussed going to the vineyard to pick grapes. As soon as I arrived at the vineyard, I was shocked by everything in front of me: there were green leaves everywhere, and a comfortable feeling came to my face. Look under the leaves, there are a bunch of attractive grapes, red, green and black … everything, which makes people salivate! We started to work at once and took a big basket. When we saw the grapes, we hurried to pick them. My brother is not tall enough to pick it, and he is jumping around in anxiety. I picked him up and gave him a taste of picking grapes ... in a short time, a big empty basket was full of bunches of grapes. We talked and laughed, and time slipped away inadvertently. Mom and dad specially picked a few bunches of big grapes in the basket, ready to take a picture together, but my brother refused, just watching him eat a grape with relish and saying, "How sweet!" " "What a lovely little greedy cat! Make us laugh.

Looking at the smiling face in the photo, my heart returned to the happiness at that time. I will definitely collect it and let this beautiful memory exist forever.

7. The story composition of that photo is a 600-word ninth-grade essay.

This is a desk calendar with photos on it. Due to the age, a layer of dust has accumulated. Wipe off the dust gently and a stop sign will appear. The four dim white characters on the bus stop sign can be clearly identified as "Nanjing West 6", which leads to a long forgotten past.

Many years ago, on May Day, Nanjing was crowded, and all the major scenic spots were crowded. As a last resort, we have to give up our game plan. It suddenly occurred to me that I read in a book that there was an ancient railway station in Nanjing, nanjing west station, which was built in the 31st year of Guangxu, so I set out for it.

When you get off the 16 bus, you will see the railway crossing, but the crossbar has been removed and only the indicator light is still there. Entering the station from the side door, the "Nanjing West 6" stop sign appeared in the photo. At this time, there is a green train on this platform. Looking around, there are several broken and weather-beaten platforms and several rusty tracks. Not far from the 1 platform, three older hard-seat cars are parked. I saw that the water sign said "Nanjing East-Nanjing West" and there were three small words "Commuting" below. This is an ordinary passenger train. The blue hard seat has turned gray, and the green paint on the car body has peeled off, revealing brass iron sheets of different sizes, which seems to be no longer in operation. There is some green grass scattered between the tracks, and no one cleans the platform. There is a garage in the distance, where very old locomotives are stored. I saw a Dongfeng locomotive parked there, a blue locomotive was still running, and I could still hear the whistle. After a while, a red Dongfeng locomotive pulled the green train into the station, turned around and drove it away. Because it was really hard to get, I took some photos without losing time.

Standing on platform 6, looking at this small railway station, it seems like a lifetime ago. I seem to see the prosperity of this station in those days, just like the crowds of major scenic spots today. It's all gone No matter how prosperous it is, it will end one day, not forever.

At this point, the photo is still quietly hanging on the desk calendar. It silently tells the story of going to nanjing west station. Its silent language has been engraved in my heart.

8. The story composition of that photo is a 600-word ninth-grade model essay.

I accidentally flipped through the photo album today. Suddenly, a photo caught my eye: in that photo, a little girl in a skirt was planting something, and her face was filled with a happy smile. Suddenly, a clear memory flashed through my mind. Oh! It turned out that it was about growing sugar when I was a child. Until now, I still remember that sadly!

I close my eyes, and time seems to have gone back to ten years ago.

When I was a child in my hometown, my mother often planted some flowers, so I followed her every day. Mom grows flowers, I grow flowers; Mother watered it and I watered it. After a long time, I learned to grow flowers in different ways. I was thinking about another thing when I was planting flowers.

On a sunny afternoon, I found a good place with plenty of sunshine and fertile soil, planted my favorite candy, and looked forward to it growing a big and lush candy tree every day. But after a long time, my mother's flowers were full of fruits, but my candy tree didn't even sprout. I went to ask my mother, and she smiled and said, "Silly child, only plants can germinate, but candy can't germinate!" " "

Although my wish is shattered, I still don't think so I still play as I should, without any sense of loss and confusion.

I opened my eyes and time returned to the present.

How stupid I was at that time! But the story of my childhood gave me a lot of happiness!

My heart is a little lost, what is lost is that I have grown up; What is lost is that I can no longer live that carefree life; What is lost is that my childhood is gone forever.

Although my childhood has passed, I can still find the feeling of childhood from a smile and a look in those photos.

I closed the photo album, as if I had found the shadow of my childhood again, and my childhood seemed to have returned to my heart!

9. The story composition of that photo is a 600-word ninth-grade model essay.

Every time I see that photo, the dusty memory is opened again. By moonlight, it reminds me of my thoughts. For an instant, the past seemed to reappear.

It was a hot July day, and the class teacher arranged the last team for us. Although the head teacher didn't say anything, everyone knew that this was a group photo, so everyone was very quiet today. Even those naughty students are no exception. Later, the school leaders and our teachers took their seats, gave up their positions and photographed this precious graduation photo.

Look! Our head teacher is sitting in the center of the photo. Although she said happily that she didn't need to teach us any more, the tears in her eyes revealed her disappointment. The math teacher's face is full of sadness, which is faintly visible. The math teacher has several white hairs on her head. It seems that we have been angry a lot this year. Next to the headmaster is our Chinese teacher. Because she likes to occupy our extracurricular classes at ordinary times, her classmates don't like her all the time, and she didn't understand her good intentions until the exam. The nature in the middle is me, a handsome face and an ordinary school uniform. Oh! Oh, and the one on the far right. ...

Thinking of all this, I can't help crying, as if our separation was yesterday, as if six years had passed yesterday. Let's go crazy and have fun together. Every autumn outing, every spring outing, every activity, every performance, everything is so beautiful and vivid. It used to be said that "we won't leave until time is old." But now, time is still not old, but we are all scattered and go our separate ways. Many years later, no one will remember who.

Although the change of time proves our growth, we must seize the time, seize every minute and cherish everyone and everything we meet in the long river of time. Don't leave any regrets.

10. The story composition of that photo is 600 words.

In my photo album, I cherish a photo of Zhang Zhengui. In the photo, I am filling out a parcel form at the post office. Speaking of this photo, there is another story.

Last year, the school newspaper launched the activity of "donating books with love", calling on bloggers to actively participate. These love books will be donated to children in mountainous areas.

As soon as we saw the news, my mother and I quickly signed up. I chose twenty books in the bookcase. The next day, I let my mother send it away.

I am happy to think that the big housekeeper can receive my book earlier.

However, a few days later. I began to be unhappy when I saw that bloggers donated new books. Thought: Why are you so stingy? Everyone else donated new books, but I donated old books. I'm really sorry. He said to his mother, "I regret it." I would have donated a new book if I had known it. "

"It doesn't matter, the new book is the same as the old one." My mother said to me earnestly, "There is no difference between old and new love."

After listening to my mother's words, I felt a little comforted, but I was still unwilling. Just a brainwave. Why not buy some new books with lucky money? I can also donate books for the second time! My mother nodded happily when I told her what I thought.

So, I took a hundred yuan lucky money and went to Xinhua Bookstore with my mother to carefully select four books. When I got home, I drew a beautiful "love card" sign on the title page of the book and wrote my blessing. Looking at four brand-new love books, I seem to see the smiling faces of children in mountainous areas, and my heart is beaming.

This time, I personally went to the post office, filled out a parcel form and successfully sent the book away. ...

The photo you saw was taken by my mother when I was filling out the parcel form at the post office. Mom said this photo is very meaningful, it witnessed my growth.

Give someone a rose, and your hand will smell fragrant. Every time I see this photo, I will think of this story. It will always remind me to be a caring person.