Write a composition with photos of family members in grade three.

1. My family has a family photo, which is very precious to me. Because my father is very busy at work, he has no time to play with us. There is almost only one family photo in our family. I still remember that it was taken when my family went to Nanjing Underwater World in the summer vacation of 2007.

One day in the summer vacation, my father took my mother and me to my cousin's house in Nanjing. When we left Nanjing, my father took us to the underwater world. The strange aquatic life in the underwater world really opened my eyes! There are more than ten meters long snake tung fish, glowing jellyfish and cute little penguins. We took pictures while playing. The animals there are smart and lively. We watched the dolphin show at the Dolphin Hall. Some of them can add and subtract within 10, some can play the horizontal bar and some can turn the hula hoop. It's really amazing. After the performance, my mother suddenly remembered that we haven't taken a family photo yet, so she asked the uncle tourists to help.

This photo makes me unforgettable. Happiness is written on the faces of the whole family.

2. A photo of my family (about 225 words) 1. A family photo and a photo album I haven't seen for a long time. As soon as I opened it, the first photo attracted me. I only saw me walking in the snow, pointing to the thickness of the snow, and looking at it reminded me of that snow again.

It was a heavy snow in 2008, when I was only six years old. Maybe it's because I've never seen such heavy snow before. I still remember it clearly. It seems that the snow has been drifting since the afternoon. The next morning, I opened the curtains and saw the goose feather-like snow falling outside. The ground is already white. From a distance, houses and trees seem to have turned into snowdrifts, and even the busy roads at ordinary times suddenly become unusually calm. I walked out of the house curiously. Unexpectedly, I almost couldn't pull it out when I stepped on it. I was shocked at that time. How can it snow so heavily and so thick? At this time, the next-door neighbor came out with a snow shovel. Soon, a thin path was shoveled in front of our door. When I was walking excitedly in the middle and measuring the thickness of snow by hand, my mother came running, and bang, this photo was born.

I like the moment when this photo is frozen. It is precisely because of these moments that I have good memories today and remind me of the beautiful snow scene again. 2. A family portrait Whenever I open a thick photo album, photos recording my growth will appear in front of me, and they will always remind me of infinite memories.

Among many photos, my favorite is the one sitting in a walker when I was a child. When I was a child, I looked dignified, strong and fat.

I'm not good at walking in the photo. I was sitting in the walker with a bowl in my hand, and I quickly slipped into the yard. I turned my head and smiled proudly at my mother. I looked like I was going to win, as if to say, "Haha, I ran fast enough to catch up with me." Every time I look at this photo, I always smile at the same time. My mother said that this photo was taken when I was over one year old. At that time, I just learned to walk with a walker. I always walked around the yard happily.

My mother was about to let me eat. I crept up to my mother naughty and grabbed a bowl. My mother turned to get the bowl in my hand, and I ran outside in the walker so fast that my mother didn't react at once. "Ha ha" I smiled proudly at my mother. At this time, my father just came out and saw this scene. He took out his camera, pressed the shutter and left me this photo.

I like this photo, which records my growth and is a good memory of my happy childhood. A photo of my family has a very precious photo in my photo album. A little boy was sitting on the kang, covered with a red quilt.

He looks like a little girl, wearing a red coat and a red and yellow hat. His face is as red as a big apple. This little boy is me. This photo was taken when I was one year old, and it was also the first photo when I was a child. My mother likes this photo very much and often tells me stories about it.

When I was very young, my mother left me at home for my grandmother to take care of, while my mother worked in Fuping, far from home. My first birthday is coming soon, and my mother said early that she would come back for my birthday.

But at the end of the day, Mom's colleague has something to ask for leave at home and has too much work.

Therefore, the leader did not ask for leave from his mother. Mom is very sad.

I called back to tell my family that she couldn't come back, but she missed me so much. I hope I can take a picture of me and send it to her.

So grandpa borrowed a camera from a neighbor's house, let me sit on the kang, took some photos for me, picked the best one, developed it in the street and mailed it to my mother. Since I had the photo, my mother took it out when she missed me.

Until my mother picked me up when I was three years old. Now my mother still likes to look at this photo and often tells me about it.

So I also like this photo, which contains my mother's love for me.

Today is Mother's Day in America. My mother-in-law happened to come to Nanning. Our children bought cakes together and blessed the old people together. When blowing out the candles, my lovely little nephew asked: Why do you all call grandma and mom? Did she give birth to all of you? We said: Yes, she is our mother. It doesn't matter whether she is born or not. The important thing is that she is our mother.

Singing candles reflects the smile lines on her mother-in-law's face, and each deep line is full of years and hardships. I'm going to be a mother. Isn't this the most gratifying moment? My heartiest wish is that you, my mother now, wish you a long life and stay with us all the time to witness every happy moment and bit by bit.

When I got home after dinner, I couldn't help thinking of my mother in heaven. I arranged old photos to commemorate you-mom, you have been away from us for almost ten years, and my daughter has been missing you very much all these years. I wonder if you have a good life in heaven? When I saw the old photos, I recalled you, who was absolutely beautiful, and lamented that the years were ruthless. I took you away too early, otherwise I would be the happiest daughter in the world and you would be the happiest mother in the world.

4. Third grade composition: The story of the photo requires 300 to 350 words. Write a story in the photo behind the photo. The first composition: the story in the photo is a photo that records a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion.

It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting. My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home.

The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins.

Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first. Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what to do.

I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied.

"But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her.

No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! "I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love! I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect.

Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever.

After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album. There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education.

It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.

The story time in the photo is like running water, flowing quietly day and night. I also grew from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to write tears in a notebook.

Put down the dusty photo album for a long time, and my thoughts began to roll. I touch every photo, and every photo tells a story about me and my childhood.

My eyes suddenly stopped at a photo with some yellow edges, and I smiled happily. In this photo.

There is a little girl wearing a skirt with croissants. She was crying in the sky. This is me. There is also a big boy who eats lollipops and laughs badly, and that is my brother. I remember it was an autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the store.

My brother wants to eat it, too. If I don't give it to him, he will give me bad brains. He lied to me that he could find a bigger and more beautiful lollipop in my mother's car basket, and whoever got it got it.

I really want it, so I have to get it At that time, I was too short to reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me, and I moved the stool to turn over my mother's basket.

I didn't find a lollipop in the basket. I was just about to ask my brother. Looking back, he was eating my lollipop! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I just sat on the ground and cried. It happened to be photographed by my aunt who just bought a camera.

It's been seven or eight years since this happened. Now think about it. I was really cute at that time.

This is the story that happened in my photo. Story in the photo Today, I took out my favorite photo again. Do you know what my favorite photo is? Just take a photo with the preschool children in the kindergarten as a souvenir, because I will leave the kindergarten soon to be a real primary school student.

Every morning, my parents and grandparents send us to kindergarten, where we study, eat and take a nap together. I am both happy and reluctant to leave kindergarten and classmates at once, because we have lived together for so long and don't want to be separated.

Seeing 46 familiar faces in the photo, I thought that 20 years later, some of us went to college and some of us also took part in the work. I wonder what we will be like in 40 years. Ah, I see, we will have white hair, like grandparents.

I must treasure this photo and let it accompany me to my old age. The fourth article: The story in the photo is twelve spring and autumn. I don't know hundreds of photos, which witnessed my growth.

Open the photo album and enjoy it page by page. The photos of my childhood are so cute. I often look at photos and sigh, "I am so old!" "Look at this photo, I am all smiles, my hands are open and my hands are crossed. What am I doing? By the way, there were guests at home that day, and I was excitedly introducing my room! Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud.

See that big bed? I saved money to buy a set of furniture in my room. I remember grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself.

Mother said anxiously, "I'm afraid you don't have enough money." Otherwise, buy something cheaper! " ""no, just buy it! "Later, I decided to borrow money from my mother to buy furniture, but my mother kept saying no. As for me, I must return it. I'm seriously writing an iou to prepare for installment payment.

Yes, very much.

5. The third picture composition picture [the third picture composition picture] The third picture composition picture family picture

This is the back of a father, wearing a big jacket of black cloth and a cotton robe of dark blue cloth. He was fat and struggled to climb onto the platform. He looked at pictures in the third grade. This is Zhu Ziqing's father, and what he shows in front of people is this "father's back". But how many fragments are hidden in this picture? What people in front of the painting clearly see is the white hair of the old mother, which is her lost youth and her vicissitudes; The eyes left in the painting clearly saw his old father's rickety waist, hunchback is the most beautiful arc, fatigue, diligence and feeding; It is the bridge that children like to sit on when they are young, and it is the most reliable mountain in their hearts ... that back, that white hair, that arc, looking at their parents who are not young, the bitterness has already turned into tears.

These are raised hands, strong and powerful. They are holding a life, not a child. When the cable car fell, parents held their children high with their hands, and their parents died, but the children in their hands continued to have two lives given by their parents. Those hands are nothing special, but they are the highest and most powerful support. What he paid was life and everything in the world. When we were teenagers, those hands used to take us across the road. He held our hands tightly for fear that we might run around on the road and do something. When we were students, those hands once touched our heads. He gave us warmth, confidence and encouragement. It tells us: "Yes, keep going!" Those hands waved goodbye when we were adults. When we grow up and leave our parents, waving goodbye is our parents' eternal concern and concern.

This is an open wing, bravely spreading in the forest surrounded by fireworks. Below it is a bird, a bird that has not grown up and can't fly. When the fire came, Feitian mother did not abandon her child, but wrapped her child's body with her own body to block the raging fire for her child. Live for life, it has no complaints, and its wings are the blue sky of children's life. It protects children from the wind and rain, so that children can enjoy warmth and tranquility under the wind and rain; It ... protects the children from the enemy. When the eagle rushed down, it erected a protective barrier for the children to protect the children under its wings from attack. It is a warm hug, a support for birds, and a blue sky of love. ...

The back is moved by love, the hands are strong by love and the wings are wide by love. This kind of love is family affection, which transcends everything, even life.

Pictures, shocking

Recently, when surfing the Internet, I saw a picture of an old man begging on the roadside. The old man's face has been flushed by the wind, and deep cracks are like dry pool water. The old man's eyes were confused and helpless, and his eyelids were heavily pressed on his eyes. From the old man's eyes, I can see indelible sadness. Time is ruthless, and the old man's black hair has been painted with white paint. The old man is only wearing a rag coat, and some old newspapers are covered on the ground. The old man sat in the newspaper with his arms around his legs. She curled up into a ball. Passers-by hurried by with their heads down, and no one stopped, and no one was willing to give alms to the lonely and helpless old man.

After reading this picture, there is an unspeakable bitterness in my heart. I sincerely sigh: "It's not easy to be a beggar now!" But when I saw the attachment below, I opened my mouth in surprise and a sense of anger burned in my heart.

It turned out that among the many people coming and going, one person was actually the daughter of the old man. She is hidden in the crowd, no different from passers-by, except that she is dressed more gaudy and strange. The attachment reads: "The money that the old man finally begs must be paid to the public. If it is less than 100 yuan, she will beat the old man with a belt, just like ancient torture. The old man is full of scars, and sometimes when the old injury is just right, he will add a blood cherry in another place. " I can't see the expression of the old man's daughter clearly, but I can imagine the kind of belt with dirty money in one hand and dripping blood in the other. She stared at the pile of money, her eyes sparkling and she smiled like a cruel vampire.

Isn't it shameful that an old man who is nearly half a century old kneels on the ground begging while his daughter is counting the money her mother bought with dignity? Won't her conscience be upset? When her mother was shivering by the cold wind, wouldn't there be a trace of unbearable pain in her heart? Lambs know how to kneel and feed, and crows know how to feed back. This is a natural law that even animals know. As a person, doesn't she know?

This photo touched me deeply and shocked me at the same time. People often say: "A child is a piece of meat that falls from his parents" and "It hurts to hit their mother". . What should we do as children?

6. A photo of my third grade composition, a photo of me with 50 words [300 words].

I finished my homework yesterday and opened the photo album at will. Suddenly, a picture of a child sitting on a cane chair caught my attention, and I couldn't help looking at it carefully.

The photo shows a chubby little cute, dressed in white, sitting on a bamboo chair, with his mouth open, drooling, waving his arms as if he wanted something, and his bright eyes shining straight. Isn't that me? It's full of my greed and my naughty.

According to my mother, this photo was taken when I was five months old. An aunt came to our house and brought a big watermelon. Mother cut the watermelon and ate it with her aunt. At that time, I thought: that thing is bright red and moist, so it should be delicious! So I waved my little hand and shouted for a taste. Just when my father came back from the outside to see this wonderful and ridiculous scene, he quickly picked up the camera and photographed this naughty me, thus leaving this beautiful photo.

Seven years passed unconsciously, and I grew up unconsciously. Although I am still so greedy and naughty, I am as naive and handsome as when I was a child.

7. Photo introduction of the third grade composition I am not the same as before. 1. My childhood photos.

Today is Sunday. I took out my childhood photos from my desk at home and recalled my childhood stories. ...

It was a hot summer day in June 2004, and I was wearing a beautiful white gauze skirt. Come to the kindergarten to take photos of graduation photo. My face is filled with a happy smile, because I'm going to kindergarten.

I remember at that time, when we arrived at the classroom, we lined up neatly and went to the playground to shoot graduation photo. When we came to the playground, I saw many classes waiting to shoot graduation photo. The students in our class were very excited, and I was very happy at that time.

In the photo, my mouth is half open as if I were talking about eggplant, and I have two pigtails on my head, which is very cute. Looking at this photo, I think of my childhood.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I 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 dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. 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 very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.

It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

One day, when I was cleaning up my cabin, I suddenly found a photo of Xiao Huang when I was a child. It was a smiling little girl, who looked only two or three years old, holding an empty plastic bag in her hand and looking up at the sky, which read: one, two, three ... feathers as a foil (not clearly stated). I asked my father when it was taken, and my father immediately told me this interesting little story with a smile.

At that time, I was only 3 years old, and my father took me to feed pigeons in the National Defense Park. Feeding pigeons was my favorite thing to do when I was a child. I have a plastic bag full of pigeon food in one hand and some pigeon food in the other. A flock of pigeons flew by. I looked up at them and sprinkled some pigeon food on them. After they landed, they immediately scrambled to eat and make noise. So cute!

Gradually, my bag is getting empty. The originally full bag has become empty, but I still scattered it there without any worries. Pigeons saw less and less food and flew away. Only I stood there stupidly, looking at the pigeons in the distance, hoping that they would fly back and surround me.

At this moment, a few feathers fell from the sky, and with a bang, the flash flashed and a photo was taken. Dad once joked with me: "The little girl in this photo is not my daughter, but an angel who fell to earth. I am afraid that one day, she will be taken back by the Emperor of Heaven. " (I wrote about my father's wit and love for the author) My face suddenly turned red, like a big apple.

Every time I look at this photo again, I will think of this story, which is really fresh in my memory. I am so happy, so happy and so excited to have such beautiful memories!

This will be my favorite photo, my most precious photo, and a photo worthy of my double treasure.

9. How to write the story in the photo for the third grade composition?

It happened to be my grandfather's birthday when he was discharged from the hospital. We took a group photo. There should be many stories hidden in this photo. Let me tell you!

That night, Grandpa Sun went home and Sister Moon came out. Mom, dad and uncle are discussing which hotel to go to celebrate grandpa's birthday. They keep asking and asking, almost zero. Finally, they negotiated and went to Tongfu Hotel.

Another day has passed, and it's time to celebrate grandpa's birthday. At noon, it's time for everyone to eat. After a while, the birthday cake came. Brother Hua and I killed my brother and pushed the cake onto the platform. I helped my grandfather make a wish. Click, my father took this precious moment. In the cheers of everyone, I helped my grandfather to his seat again. My father spent more than two thousand yuan on this birthday party. Although he spent so much money, I am happy as long as my grandfather is happy.

Are there many stories in this photo? Are there many stories in your photos? How many/much? Tell it to everyone, too!