Photo narration

You often see the figure of composition, especially the narrative which occupies an important position in composition. Narrative is a style that reflects life and expresses the author's thoughts and feelings through vivid events. So do you know how to write an excellent narrative? The following is a photo narrative that I have compiled for you. I hope it will help you.

A photo narrative 1 When I was six years old, my father took me to the Yellow River. Dad directly took me to climb the mountain first, and I didn't ask dad what it was, so I don't know what it is until now. That mountain is lush, with lush trees and beautiful peaks. It is very beautiful. Whenever I see this photo, I will take it out and look at it for hours! Ah, this photo is so beautiful! There are me, my father, my mother and my sister in the photo. I made a naughty face in the photo because I saw the camera at that time, so I made a face. Dad was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, and mom pointed straight ahead and told her frightened sister, "It's coming soon, it's coming soon." Sister is still a little scared.

When I climbed the mountain, I found that there were only mud and stones on the mountain, and there were no steps and roads! I had to climb along the stone, climb and climb, and finally saw the ropeway! I clamored to play, and my parents said, "since I'm here, I can let you play something." I jumped three feet after listening to it. Great! So I got on the ropeway. Last night, my father took me to make a motorboat on the ropeway, and it was inflated in 5 seconds! How amazing!

A photo narrative 2 Open the photo album and familiar faces come into view. I revisited graduation photo in Class 5 (1) and looked at my old friends. Suddenly, those unforgettable things flashed through my mind.

That unforgettable party, that unforgettable June day, and ...

It was an ordinary Monday. After the flag-raising ceremony, the students are preparing to go upstairs. We put the drums in the drum team and waited for other students to come up in the classroom. Suddenly I heard the radio say, "Please stay on the playground for a while!" " "We were puzzled and rushed to the playground at once. Seeing Mr. Liu debugging the camera, I suddenly realized. After a while, Mr. Liu from the brigade began to line up for us. I stand in the middle of the third row. In my opinion, this is an excellent position. On the left is my good friend Zhu Ying, and on the right is Li Rui, a lifelong member of our class. The "click" camera recorded this moment. After that, the students have been looking forward to sending the photo to everyone as soon as possible, and almost all the topics discussed after class are this. A few days later, our long-awaited photos were finally sent out. " Look! Little plum! "I don't know what the classmate said, and the whole class collectively looked at the photos and laughed. It turned out that the naughty "Little Plum" just closed his eyes when shooting. " Look, this is a stone! ""Ha ha ... "There was another burst of laughter. ...

A photo narrative 3 There are many photos at home, which are treasured by parents. One of them is my favorite.

I remember when I was nine years old, my family went to Huangshan. My father said to me that day, "Let's go and watch the sunset, shall we?" "good!" As soon as I heard that I was going to watch the sunset, I got excited. Dad said, "it's ok to watch the sunset, but there are two choices." One is at the top of the mountain, and the other is halfway up the mountain. " I tell you, it's best to go to the top of the mountain to watch the sunset, because the feeling and scenery seen at the top of the mountain are completely different from other places. There are many steps to reach the top of the mountain. "I said confidently," it's nothing to climb stairs, no problem. "In this way, my parents and I came to the steps leading to the top of the mountain. At first, I felt very relaxed and excited. I took a step and ran away. I felt a little tired halfway, so I stopped to wait for my parents in the back. After waiting for a long time, my parents appeared in front of me. I quickly asked my father, "Dad, how long will it take? "I'm a little tired." Dad said, "We're only halfway there. You shouldn't run so fast, you get tired easily. Climbing a mountain requires going up step by step. " After listening to my father's words, I will draw lessons from the past, follow my parents and look back from time to time. Wow! The people at the foot of the mountain are so small! I finally reached the top of the mountain and looked up. Wow! I was dyed red by the sunset glow all day. How spectacular! After a while, the sun became smaller. I "lifted it up" with my hand and said to my father, "Dad, look, I lifted the sun." Dad said, "Just put it like this, don't move." Dad took out his mobile phone and snapped a photo of me holding the sun.

Every time I see this photo, I feel that climbing the mountain is not an easy task. I have to climb it step by step. In fact, everything is like this. We must be down-to-earth step by step.

A photo narrative 4 Every time I open an album, there is always a photo that will keep my eyes for a few more minutes.

There are four people in this photo, one is me, two are my friends, and the other is a famous actor of Guangdong series short play "Foreign Daughter-in-law Local Lang".

This photo was taken in March, 20xx, on Thursday. I took leave in the afternoon and went to Shunlian International Furniture City with my teachers and classmates. The host is 946 communication status and Xiaoyu of Foshan Radio Station.

The program we performed was the most popular "Daejang Geum". It's our turn to perform. We hold microphones and wear bright clothes. With the music playing, we began to perform.

Finally, when we walked off the stage, we were very surprised, because our favorite actor was standing next to us! I immediately asked my mother to take a camera and take this photo for me, Guo Chang and my classmates.

In March of 20xx, I accidentally borrowed a newspaper from my classmates, and a headline of "Azong's death" surprised me again. He works so hard on the stage, but he looks so old off the stage.

Such an excellent actor left just after filming the first film "Outside" 10000 episode. Don't think his Cantonese is so standard. He is from Henan!

Guo Chang, I will miss you forever! I will cherish this photo forever!

A photo narrative 5 when I was looking through the photo album, I came across a photo, which was taken at the barbecue area of the ecological park when I was 6 years old. There is a big stone table in the photo. I was turning the half-cooked potatoes gracefully, brushing the oil with a small brush and turning to see what my mother had cut.

I remember that time, my parents took me to a barbecue and finally went to the park. I can't wait to jump out of the car, clamoring for barbecue materials, and reaching out my chubby little hand to untie the bulging package. At that time, I did not know how to be reserved. My mouth was full of saliva, and I quickly pulled my bag. If my father hadn't pulled up the bag mouth quickly, the ingredients would have rolled all over the floor.

I jumped up and down to urge my father to rent a stove to buy charcoal. My mother has washed dishes nearby and is cutting potatoes. I stared intently and said eagerly, "I want to cut it, too." My mother was afraid that I would hurt my hand and whispered, "Sit aside, and I'll be all right in a minute." I had to sit by and watch my mother magically string purple eggplant, green leek and rice-white seafood tofu. It only took ten minutes, and I feel as long as a century!

We can finally start baking. I immediately "revived", picked up a few strings and put them on the barbecue. After a while, a stream of white smoke emerged, and my father came to have a look. "It's all burnt!" "He exclaimed, turned me over. I picked up a small oil brush and brushed it. Suddenly, I found that the green pepper cut in half is like a gourd and can hold oil! I feel that I have discovered a new continent, and I feel it again and again. Ah, it's full of oil. I quickly took a bamboo stick and turned it over. "wow! "I suddenly ignited a bunch of red and blue flames, and the height almost blocked my sight." Ah! "I was so scared that I quickly hid behind my mother and even threw away the small brush.

Later, under the guidance of my father, I learned about baking. "Boo hoo-"Pork belly braved the oil star, accompanied by the fragrance of all kinds of cooked food. I picked up a ham sausage and took a big bite. "It's delicious!" I said to myself happily.

Suddenly, a voice pulled me back from my memory. What photos and stories are there on the next page of the album? Look forward to it with me!

There are many photos on the wall of bedroom 6, including my own scenery photos, others' photos of me and my friends, and some photos recording strange moments. Among them, I took a photo of my mother, which is a very funny photo.

That interesting photo was taken for my mother in a hotel when I was traveling with my parents. At that time, we were very tired after playing all day. My father snores in bed, my mother watches TV while lying on the sofa, and I look at the photos taken during our trip at the table. Because my mother felt cold, I wrapped her in a light orange blanket. She just wrapped it quietly and fell asleep after watching TV for a while. I saw my mother when I got up to go to the bathroom. I found that my sleeping mother wrapped the blanket like a shrimp, especially the light orange one, tightly wrapped her body, much like a person with a shrimp body. I quickly took a camera and photographed this moment for my mother, and didn't tell her to wait until she woke up to take such a photo for her. After the trip, when I selected photos and developed them, my mother was shocked by her own shrimp photos.

My mother couldn't believe her eyes with that photo, and quickly asked me when it was taken. I laughed my head off and told her, "When you were so asleep, you didn't know how painful I was, for fear of waking you up!" " After listening to my words, my mother looked at the photos from left to right for a while. Finally, she couldn't help laughing. She laughed and said that her image was really like shrimp, and my bad daughter recorded all her funny moments. Mom said that such photos can really make people happy. Let me stick them on the wall of my bedroom, so that we can always think of them. I asked my mother, is it so funny? Do you still want to post the photos as a souvenir? I thought mom would hide the photos! My mother rolled her eyes at me and said, "Your mother and I are not as stingy as you. Since such a funny moment has been recorded, it can bring joy to everyone. " Go, go and post it in the bedroom. "

So that funny photo was posted on the wall of my bedroom, and I laughed every time I looked at it. Even if my mother doesn't live in my bedroom, she will look at the photos and smile for a while when she comes to my bedroom.

A photo narrative 7 is under the glass in the corner of my desk, holding a photo of my brother and I boating. Although it doesn't attract attention, I cherish it.

Whenever I see this photo, I can't help but think of boating and collision at that time. That's June 20xx 19. My family went to Taohuashan amusement park, and my father bought tickets for my brother and me. There were so many people that my brother and I managed to squeeze in. Soon we will go aboard to play. We play with our hands. Because there are few boats and many people, my brother and I rowed a boat. At first, I rocked forward, my brother rocked back, and the bumper boat kept spinning. I was in a hurry, watching other children paddle around and collide with each other. The uncle next to him saw it and said, "You shake it forward at the same time." As soon as we tried, the ship really moved forward. We rocked the boat, touched this and that, and had a good time! After playing for a long time, the careless brother shook back again. I just shook it back, and the result was more exciting. The ship backed off unexpectedly. Now we are one step ahead of them. The two of us moved forward for a while, then stepped back, touching back and forth, shouting and splashing water from time to time ... all the uncles and aunts on the scene cheered for us ... I didn't even notice when my pants were wet. ...

I had a good time that day. And inspired-no matter what you do, you should pay attention to methods.

Out of the amusement park, my mother took us to the photo studio. It turned out that when we were having fun, our cautious mother pressed the shutter, which kept this happy moment for us forever.

A photo narrative 8 when sorting out the study materials in the study, I accidentally turned out an album. The cover of the album is very simple and chronological. The photos in it are very old. One of them is black and white, which is a bit blurred. I can see it's a woman with long hair.

I asked grandpa with the photo. Grandpa sat in a rocking chair reading a newspaper. When he saw me, he adjusted his glasses for a long time before saying, "Did your great-grandmother or your great-grandfather buy this camera?"

I asked my cousin to fix it on the computer and show it to grandpa. Grandpa looked at the photo with some nostalgia: "It was all when I was a teenager. Your grandfather took a camera home after graduating from college. It was rare at that time. Everyone in the village came to see it. At that time, your grandmother refused to take pictures because the camera needed film. This photo was secretly taken by your great-grandfather. "

Grandma in the photo is doing the work of mending flowers in her hands seriously. Her long hair was carefully tied up and hung down from her shoulders, adding a bit of integrity to her.

Grandpa said that when I was a child, my family was in good condition, and my grandmother was in poor health, so I couldn't do heavy work and practiced crochet embroidery. She doesn't work in the fields like other girls in the village, so her skin is white. When any girl in the village gets married, she should ask her grandmother to help embroider her wedding dress, and some women should also ask her for advice on crochet skills.

I looked at the photo, as if I could see a dignified and demure woman sitting on a wooden chair, flying needles in her hands, embroidered with flowers, and her corners of her mouth and eyes were full of smiles.

A photo narrates 9 "Sister, come and see." Sister exclaimed.

When I was doing my homework, I couldn't help but frown when I heard my sister's voice. She is always so surprised and confused, but I still "work hard" and look uninterested. When my sister saw that I ignored her, she simply walked up to me and spread out her hands in front of me. An old black and white photo caught my attention.

"Ha ha ha ... who is this? Why do you wear clothes of two generations? Still laughing so happily, gee! Look at this again, wearing a white coat is still riddled with holes, which is simply brilliant. "

"Ha ha ha ....." Sister also smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Grandma heard you. "What's so happy? Tell grandma. "

My sister pointed at the photo and asked my grandmother naughtily, "Grandma, who is this?" Dressed too fashionably. "

Grandma took the photos and said, "I tell you, although they didn't fit in your eyes, they were the most popular at that time." Grandma suddenly pointed to the photo and continued: "Look, that's your uncle wearing striped clothes and that's your grandfather wearing white clothes. I thought that at the beginning, your grandfather's clothes could make many young people envy ... "Grandma mentioned the past as if she were young again.

"You are too backward. Such clothes are still very precious! " Sister feels incredible.

"At that time, because you were all living in honeypots now, you never had a hard time!" Grandma touched her sister's head and said with a smile.

Think about it. Grandma was really backward when she was young. Look at us today. There are many styles of clothes, bright colors and exquisite fabrics: cotton, linen, silk, wool, yarn and so on. When you enter the store, you should choose a long one or a long one; Thick or thin; Dark or light color; Whether young people wear everything, or old people wear everything, no matter the price or style, they will always pick something that suits them.

A photo narrative10 20xx101On October 3rd, my parents and I went to the Great Wall in Wan Li, and we were in high spirits all the way.

When we reached the foot of the Great Wall, we saw it. Wow! What a crowd! What a sea of people!

There are so many steps on the Great Wall! Winding, we go round and round. I looked up. The Great Wall is really long and high! Like a dragon hovering among the mountains, we walked and I looked at both sides. The scenery was so beautiful! The ground is covered with all kinds of plants, just like a colorful blanket on the ground. I looked to both sides, and the peaks overlapped like undulating waves. Really beautiful!

We climbed to the top of the mountain and saw a stone tablet that said, "You are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall". So we hired a photographer to take a picture of our family. Now the technology is really developed! In just two minutes, the photos were developed. In the photo, my mother smiled happily, like a brilliant flower. My father's expression is really serious! Much like the expression of the uncle of the People's Liberation Army when he stood guard, haha, my expression is also very serious. Really like a father and son!

I can't say that the Great Wall is not a hero. I want to be a hero, too. Today, I stand on the high Great Wall and feel really great!

Today, not only I am very happy, but also my whole family is very happy, because today we went to the real Great Wall and I became a real hero.

A photo narrative 1 1 Bright moonlight sprinkled on the table. I sat in the corner of the light and looked at a photo in a black photo frame. The smiling face under the peach tree seemed to bring me back to that beautiful paradise. ...

When I was five years old, there was a peach grove in my grandmother's yard. When the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the peach grove is colorful, birds and flowers are fragrant, grandma laughs happily and the dog barks happily. My mother and I ran in and picked a peach blossom. As soon as I smell it, ah, a fragrance flows into your nose. For a moment, you seem to be isolated from the world and immersed in the world of flowers that belong to you. When you are still unfinished, carefully study this flower, pink petals, several petals connected together, like a few dancing butterflies, and then look inside, there are several flower lines like snail tentacles, if you are lucky, you can also eat delicious nectar, which is not oily at all, very sweet, even dogs love it, and people like it even more, because grandma's house is a peach.

And the soil is loess, but the land is very fertile. Dogs put all their excrement into the soil, and we also bury dead animals in the ground. Slowly, earthworms can be dug up inside! Peach trees are generally small and not tall, which is very suitable for climbing trees. I'm too young to climb up. My uncle picked me up, only about 30 centimeters from the ground, but I looked like I was 30 thousand meters high, trembling like an abyss, sitting on a bomb. I can't even get out of the tree. My mother and I are running and playing in it. I foolishly walked up to the dog, blinked and gave me a bite. I was so scared that I fell to the ground. When I reacted, I touched it again. It always gets into my heart happily and makes me laugh. In this beautiful paradise, my mother hugged me and took a warm photo of mother and son.

Looking at the beautiful photos in the moonlight, I remember that it is now a paradise for tea farms. I really want to travel through time and space and relive that wonderful moment. ...

A photo narrative 12 Everyone has many old photos at home. Those precious moments are all bits and pieces of life, and * * * has become a life full of ups and downs. I want to share an old photo with you today.

This old photo was taken in a yard in spring. In the photo, there are colorful flowers in the yard, an old man with childlike innocence and a young girl are playing together, and the faces of the old man and the child are filled with incomparable joy. That little girl is me, and that old man is my kind grandfather. This is a photo of me when I was five years old. Whenever I see it, it will bring back many memories of my grandfather and his yard, because I spent an unforgettable and wonderful childhood there!

There are many things in my grandfather's yard: vegetables include rape and perilla; Flowers are thousands of floors, lilacs; There are also many kinds of butterflies, playing harmoniously in the flowers; Ants are busy looking for food among pebbles, and occasionally meet earthworms that just stick their heads out of the soil, and they go their separate ways in the blink of an eye. There is a well in the middle of the yard, which is smooth and has traces of years. In my memory, these vegetables, flowers, butterflies, ants, wells ... there is nothing unpleasant.

Grandpa often takes care of the yard, and I follow. Grandpa pruned the flowers and plants, so I picked some flowers that were not completely withered, carefully picked off the petals and collected them. After collecting a certain number of petals, I picked up a lot of petals with my small hand and scattered them into the sky, and shouted naughtily, "Yeah! Flowers fall like rain! " After that, grandpa and mom will clean up the scattered petals together.

When I was a child, I couldn't tell garlic from onion, and I made a lot of jokes. My grandfather taught me to tell the difference patiently, but I just listened casually, so I was still joking. Every time I eat snacks, I always deliberately go to the yard to eat. While eating, he deliberately "threw" a large piece to the small ants on the ground, and then squatted on the ground to watch them slowly move the snacks away.

As time went on, this photo became a little yellow. When Tomb-Sweeping Day came home, I saw that the once beautiful yard was overgrown with weeds, because grandpa went to another world, and there should be a beautiful yard in his world. ...

A photo narrative 13 When I opened the precious photo album, the first thing that caught my eye was a photo of my grandmother and me. In the photo, I am a little doll over one year old, with short furry hair and chubby face. My cheeks are high, I have a small tomato in my mouth, and my eyes smile like a crescent moon. My mind was suddenly pulled back to nine years ago. ...

It was a weekend in late spring. The sun was shining and the breeze on my face melted the summer heat. My grandparents took me for an outing in the suburbs. The mountains there are rolling, the low places are like footprints trodden by giants, and the high places are like dams. The stream is gurgling, birds are singing sweetly, leaves are swaying in the wind, and flowers are blooming. What an intoxicating spring scenery. Just learning to walk, I staggered on the carpet paved with green grass, chasing flying butterflies for a while, and squatting down to watch ants move.

Tired of playing, grandpa laid the picnic mat, took out the prepared food and started a picnic. I sat in grandma's arms and drank the juice leisurely. I saw grandma chewing something red and round in her mouth. Hey, what's that? It seems much more delicious than my juice! I stared at grandma's mouth. Grandma felt my eyes and looked down at me. I quickly turned my head and pretended to look at the white clouds in the distance, so as not to be discovered by her! After eating one, grandma dropped another one in her mouth. I saw it clearly this time. It turned out to be a small tomato. Because I am too young, they are afraid that I will choke and never let me eat directly. They are all squeezed juice for me to drink, but I think it will definitely taste better if I chew it directly. Looking at it, I can't help but drool! Grandma looked down at me again, and I quickly looked away again, but this time I couldn't help licking my lips. This ridiculous scene was seen by grandpa, and he quickly picked up the camera and recorded it. Anyway, when I was discovered, I stopped hiding. I grabbed a small tomato and stuffed it in my mouth. My grandparents laughed their heads off.

Grandma's green mountains and green waters, grandma's warm embrace and carefree sweet childhood will always be treasured in my memory with this photo!

A photo narrates 14 On this day, Wan Li was clear and breezy. In this lukewarm autumn, my family and brother set foot on the direction of Jingdezhen.

After a while, we arrived, walked into the gate and saw a river, which was very clear and rippled slightly. There are some antique houses on the other side of the river. We crossed the river and found that the house here turned out to be a shop.

We were walking around the store when suddenly, a bright red signboard flag caught our attention-drawing bowls.

I leaned down and looked in. I see many brothers and sisters drawing bowls. When I was a child, I quickly said to my mother, "Mom, I also want to draw bowls ..." My mother said to me, "OK."

We walked in and saw rows of neat new samples. You see, vases, cups and ashtrays are dazzling. They are white and bright, waiting for someone to make up for them! I chose a big, white and clean bowl. At this moment, menstruation handed me a small brush and gouache paint. I picked up a small brush, dyed it a little black, and prepared to draw a sun beside it. I hope to bring warmth to everyone. I drew carefully, and my tender hands kept moving. Soon, there will be a prototype. Look at my brother beside me. He is also absorbed in painting. Then, I didn't understand my mother's smile, just nodded. Then, I wrote "more than a year" next to the fish. At that time, I was still young, and I couldn't even write the word fish. I could only use pinyin instead. The words are crooked, as if dancing, but I am still very serious, and I have a smile on my face from time to time.

Looking at the exquisite ceramic vases and teacups next to me, my face suddenly turned red. I really can't compare with them! At this time, I turned my eyes to my brother, who drew thick bamboo around the bowl. The younger brother was not affected at all, still pouting and drawing slowly. I threw myself into my fantasy again, painting here and there, and the whole bowl was painted in a mess, and even the middle of the bowl was "stepped on" by me.

My expression is changing at any time, like a fairy. When I made a mistake, my eyebrows collapsed and I cried. When I am praised by my mother, I will laugh.

Painting and painting, then my mother said to me loudly, "Hey, turn your face around." I was too careful not to hear it, and my mother repeated it again. I just turned my little face around and saw a flash and heard a click. It turned out that this "hateful" mother picked up the camera and photographed my lovely appearance at that time.

Looking at his wonderful masterpiece and his interesting appearance, I can't help laughing to myself.