How to write a composition with a beautiful photo?

1. A beautiful photo composition The sound of bulldozers outside the building is really annoying. I accidentally opened the drawer and a photo came into view. The photo was taken last year when our fifth grade group went on a trip to Zhutou. The 56 students in the photo smiled so innocently and brilliantly, and the sunset was oblique, beside the sparkling Taihu Lake.

There are mountains and waters and picturesque scenery here. This is the scenic spot-the source pearl. At about nine o'clock in the morning, our fifth-grade teachers and students all came to the round-headed bamboo excitedly.

After completing the entrance formalities, we started the beautiful journey of this day with a brisk pace and singing cheerful songs. As soon as I entered the scenic spot, I saw a big stone tablet with the words "Spring Peach in Bamboo" written on it, which was vigorous and striking.

After some efforts, we climbed the mountain, and the scenery on the mountain was particularly charming and beautiful! You see, the trees here are overlapping and towering like well-trained soldiers guarding the scenic spot. Flowers are not inferior, some are fragrant and refreshing, some are colorful, and they try their best to show their charming bodies to tourists. Some are not famous, but they are also very cute.

The most pleasing thing is the endless bamboo forest, tall and dense, full of green. Some bamboo shoots have just poked their heads out and looked at the world curiously. Some bamboo shoots have just been baptized by the spring rain and are greedily sucking the rain. Some bamboo shoots seem to be impatient, growing as tall as bamboo and full of vitality as a paradise on earth.

We walked in the Woods, we gulped the pure air and enjoyed the fresh feeling brought by this "natural oxygen bar". At the second stop, we came to the famous Wuxi Renjieyuan.

Here, we met many celebrities and learned about the glorious history of Wuxi. After lunch, we went to Taihu Lake by passenger ship.

I stood on the top floor of the hut, eating plum blossoms and looking at the beautiful scenery on both sides. The islands on Taihu Lake are dotted with dense leaves and crowded people.

The faint fog on the lake, like a mysterious veil hanging over Taihu Lake, also reminded me of my infinite reverie about the fairy island of Taihu Lake. I am comfortable facing the cool breeze, shading with one hand and looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance with the other.

Here we are, finally! I can't wait to rush down the cabin, along the corridor, to the long-awaited fairy island in Taihu Lake. Under the guidance of the guide aunt, we saw the magnificent Lingshan Buddha, and then came to the waterfall, watching the waterfall hanging high, as if it were a white cloth curtain hanging on the mountain.

The small splash from the waterfall hit our tanned faces, which was cool and pleasant. In the face of this magnificent waterfall, I can't help reciting Li Bai's famous sentence, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days".

After going down the mountain, we sat cross-legged on the levee and felt quietly. In the evening, the sun shone golden on the lake, as if it were stained with gold and sparkling.

Wave after wave, beating the stones on the shore. I just close my eyes and feel it.

Listening to the sound of the lake beating against the shore and letting the wind blow my hair, I feel particularly comfortable, forgetting my troubles and worries ... The sun is setting and we are going back. With a click, 56 tired but smiling faces, together with the scenery behind them, will always be fixed in this beautiful moment.

A breeze blew and disturbed my thoughts. I carefully picked up this photo and put it under the glass of the table. I will cherish it forever. I believe that our friendship will last forever, although we have re-divided classes.

2. A funny photo composition is about 500 words. On this day, kitten's school held a "take funny photos" competition, in which kitten, Xiaohui and Xiaojun took part.

The kitten is walking down the street with a camera, looking around and looking for the ideal lens. Unconsciously, the time to hand in homework is coming, and the kitten can't help secretly worrying. Suddenly I found a boy much younger than myself going to a pavilion to have a rest. I saw him holding a banana in one hand and a bag with bananas in the other. Boys also throw banana peels into the street casually, and the trash can is next to them! The kitten saw it and wanted to go up and beat him up, but the kitten endured it again and again, thinking that "good for good, good for evil." The boy had a rest and was about to leave when he heard a plop and fell down. He cursed loudly: "Who is so heartless and littering ..." The crowd "sloped" and the boy was puzzled.

At this time, the kitten picked up the camera and pressed the shutter. With a click, the photo stayed in this camera forever. The kitten walked up to the boy and said to him, "You threw banana skins everywhere, so you fell down. To civilization ... "

Back at school, the photos of Xiaohui and Xiaojun made the students feel very cold, and Xiaohui and Xiaojun were disappointed. The kitten showed the photos to his classmates. After reading it, they all laughed. The kitten also smiled from ear to ear, and tears fell down. How unforgettable that laughter is!

Later, the kitten won the competition, and all the students looked at him with new eyes.

In my mind, home is a vegetable garden, I am a vegetable seedling, and the family style that has accompanied me for thirteen years is dew and raindrops. It is the family style that patiently moistens me through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Without it, I can't thrive.

Family style accompanied me from ignorance to maturity, stepping on the steps of life step by step, shaping my intangible strength-family lifestyle. In my vague memory, my mother taught me to be polite, to respect the old and love the young, to be honest and trustworthy, to help others, and so on. Quality is strictly controlled.

Time goes by slowly, and things happen again and again. The bright sunshine outside shone directly into the window, and the controversy in our family once again reached my ears:

"You say how old you are, and you can't do anything well. Listen, I asked you to get yourself a glass of water. Why is it so full and spilled everywhere? " It hurts all the time. My mother started nagging again while wiping the water on the table. Although her "chatterbox" is a bit annoying, it can barely be regarded as "music". Just listen to it. My aunt came to my house this morning. I didn't expect my hand to shake carelessly and the water was full. I was a little careless, but I didn't mean to. After my aunt left, my mother's "bass horn" began to play nonstop. I didn't want to be half-hearted. I have to correct it.

"I'm so old, I don't even know the rules, and I don't know how to say hello when guests come. I only care about my own business. " My mother gave me a "gift" as soon as she came back from seeing the guests off. How could I be so unlucky? "...!" After a long speech, my mother was not tired at all: "You should know how to respect others and be polite." From then on, I dare not neglect the guests at home for a moment, and quickly left "Hello aunt" and right "Hello uncle."

In my mother's chatter, I learned to be polite, respect others and concentrate on my work ... I grew up with the years, but my mother never slacked off. She told me, "Although these things are insignificant, they can directly affect your growth." My family style is cultivated by my mother, step by step, step by step.

Yes, the cultivation of an intangible good family style is the transmission of positive energy and the feedback of your future education. As long as the family style is good, the national style is good.

Our family style, I hope it stays in my home. May the wind of self-improvement blow all over the Chinese nation and into thousands of households. May my family become richer and better because of it.

4. photos of my family. How to write a composition in childhood? There are many photos, but the most impressive one is the family portrait.

Dad is doing business in Fuzhou and only comes back once or twice a month. My cell phone keeps ringing every time I come back. Either someone calls to talk about business, or I want to go out for dinner tonight. Dad is really a busy man!

On my sister's first birthday, my father came back. Mother smiled as beautiful as a blooming flower and as colorful as a rainbow. We booked a birthday party for my sister at Zhuangyuanlou Hotel. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my aunt to take pictures of us, and our family of four took pictures of happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the four of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I also specially uploaded that photo to my QQ space photo album.

Time flies, year after year. My sister is three years old. Whenever I see this photo, I imagine the scene at that time and think of that happy time!

5. Zhang Zhengui's photo portfolio [Zhang Zhengui's photo portfolio]

A photo of Zhang Zhengui. Look! There are a group of lively and lovely little girls here. Do you know who they are? They are my little friends! Seeing this photo reminds me of a photo of Zhang Zhengui four years ago. It was a day in June, 2002, and the teacher took us to Beijing, a distant capital, to watch a dance performance. At noon, after six hours of training, we finally showed a wonderful performance on the stage and won the second prize in the country. The partners all laughed and jumped three feet. After that, because we were so happy, all of us had bright smiles on our faces. Teacher Lou led a group of lovely girls to take this extremely precious photo, the composition of the first grade of primary school, "A Photo Composition". Although this is only a small photo, it contains a lot of meaning. Every time I see it, the past will come to my mind one by one. This will make me more obedient than before; It will make me dance better than before; It will also make me study harder and let me study by going up a flight of stairs. This photo gives me happiness, deep memories and personal experience, so I like it, care for it and cherish it more! Zhang Zhengui Pupils' Photo Composition 350-word Composition (/)

6. Write a composition and talk to the comet. One night, I had dinner with my parents. Suddenly, with a bang, there was no electricity! Is it a trip? Don't! The power went out. We had to stop eating and come to the balcony. : "wow! There are many stars in the sky. How beautiful! " I can't help being attracted by the stars in the sky. Mom also praised: "It's beautiful! I haven't seen so many stars for a long time! " Even my father was full of praise: "It's beautiful!"

Suddenly, we heard a loud cry: "Hey! How are you? " We looked at the sky and couldn't help being surprised. A big star is floating on our balcony. : "What star are you?" : "me? I am a special star in the universe. People call me a comet. Since the British astronomer Halley discovered me, people have called me Halley's Comet. "

I said, "Hello, Comet Halley! What are you doing here? " I don't always like to stay in one place like an ordinary star. How lonely! I am naturally fond of traveling in the sky. When I just passed your house, I found that the lights in this area suddenly went out, so I came to bring you a light. " I asked again, "What a coincidence!" He proudly said, "Yes! I only went back to the sun to visit my relatives once in 76 years. I caught it today. "

Why is your tail so long? The tail lasts short and the cough lasts long. It will take twenty years for this sound to reach the tip of my tail. : "Then why is your head so big?" I'm not ashamed to ask questions. "That's natural. It reaches 250,000 kilometers when the diameter is the largest. "

I said, "Halley's comet, you are so big!" " "Although I am very big, there is nothing hard in my stomach. I am a big shot who can't be seen or touched. People used to think my appearance was unlucky. Don't believe this purely superstitious idea. "

Halley's Comet said, "Son, I would like to be your friend." This year, we have met. When we meet again, you will all be grandparents. "

"Pa": "There is electricity again! Let's eat quickly! Goodbye! Halley's comet! "

7. Zhang Zhengui 10000 Words Life is like a film with a bright future printed on it. But what should you do when sunlight wants to sneak in through the cracks in the box and moisture wants to overflow from the bottom of the box? Do you want them to erode your life black and blue, so that the beauty of success no longer exists, or do you want to soak the film in the developer as soon as possible and turn it into a moving photo?

We need to precipitate ourselves in order to get rid of external interference and look forward to printing the best future full of success and happiness.

Einstein went to Princeton when he was most famous and stayed there for more than twenty years.

"I just want to find a place to study quietly."

Who wants to leave in the pursuit of everyone? Who wants to retire quietly with flowers and applause? Who wants to turn around and pick up his book in front of money and honor?

However, in Einstein's eyes, these worldly fame and vanity are only obstacles to his progress to a higher level of knowledge, and these annoying burdens are not needed on the way to his goal.

He is easily immersed in the ocean of knowledge, swimming freely like a fish, exploring the depths of the ocean in order to look forward to more beautiful scenery and a wider world.

He took off his shining halo and ignored the complicated world. In another world, he precipitated himself, guarding the clarity in his heart and moving forward wholeheartedly on the road to his goal.

We are not great men, but we are not small. When you are entangled in common things around you, please settle yourself. You will find that everything is so clear: your world has become open, the call for goals has become stronger, and the chaos around you can't swallow you up. You are still on the way forward, and you still have the strength to move forward.

There are too many troubles in the world, just like branches suddenly sticking out of trees or vines binding their feet along the road. Settle your heart down, you can get rid of these troubles, not upset or confused.

If necessary, please precipitate yourself and wash away the tangled troubles. You will be able to print the most beautiful photos for yourself and achieve your most desired goals.

Frozen love

Time keeps passing, and it seems that everyone is in a hurry. But love is different. Love will last forever. Even after several years or even decades, there is one thing that can still awaken your sleeping memory. This is a photograph.

I have a habit. When I am bored, I always look through those old photos and think about the stories inside. I thought it was a kind of joy and enjoyment at the same time, but today, I was unlucky and lucky to turn to a photo, a heartbreaking photo. That master, none other than my beloved grandfather, suddenly flooded into my heart like a flood, and I couldn't help but recall those frozen loves painfully.

That was when I was in the third grade of primary school. After school, the teacher called me over and told me a bad news in a cold and sad voice-"Grandpa flew away with a crane!" " I suddenly lost my mind, I don't remember anything, and my head went blank. So I returned to Wansheng. When I saw my grandfather again, he no longer held my hand like a child and happily took me fishing and shopping. He just lay there solemnly and deeply. He looks very kind. No wonder God loves him so much and wants him to leave this world and enjoy the truth, goodness and beauty of the world freely with God in heaven.

At this moment, I saw my grandmother and mother. They supported each other and came to me. This step is too difficult, because they are already too sad. At this moment, mother said, "Son, if only you had arrived two hours earlier, so that you could talk with grandpa again-!"" "I was cold and didn't cry. I'm so cruel. I didn't cry? When I heard from them that Grandpa was in shock, the doctor said that he was dying, but when they told him that I would be back soon, Grandpa miraculously opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of eager expectations. It is this power that grandpa loves me, which makes grandpa live painfully for two more hours. When he really left, he said, "Chang Chang, when will you come to see grandpa?" "When I heard this, I couldn't stand it anymore. Tears filled my eyes. My sadness overwhelmed my reason. I feel ashamed and miserable.

When I calmed down, my grandfather's love for me was shown in my mind like a movie, and he blessed me; He created happiness for me and taught me truth, goodness and beauty.

Gradually, I don't remember, and then I found that my tears had been wet by the photos. I quickly dried it and gently closed the box.

I don't want to think about it again, because it will only arouse tears, but I know that grandpa's love will always be fixed in my heart, forever!

8. How to write Zheng Fengyuan's composition with 100? My hometown is Xinzheng. There are many places of interest here, including the scenic Shizu Mountain, the hometown of the Yellow Emperor with a long history and the unique Zhengfeng Scenic Area. My favorite is zhengfeng scenic spot.

When you walk into the gate of Zhengfeng Scenic Area, you can see two lifelike stone dragons at a glance. Water drops are constantly spouting from their mouths, and the spouted water keeps flowing into Huangshui River.

Walking down the long steps, you will smell a fragrance. When you walk along the smell, you will see bamboos and willows on both sides of the path. Bamboo is in its heyday, which seems to show us all its vitality. The breeze blows, the willow beside it flutters with the wind, and the willow leaves fall like butterflies. I am often intoxicated by this beautiful scenery and feel like a wicker. Miss Feng caressed my hair, and Grandfather Sun laughed at me.

A few steps away from the path, there are several rocks standing there, engraved with fine print, recording the long history of Xinzheng. Walking on this path is like walking into the history of Xinzheng.

Through the long bamboo forest, I came to the lotus pond. The original fragrance came from here, and the lotus leaves were squeezed like big green disks, and white and pink lotus flowers emerged from between these disks. Some just spread out two or three petals, and some spread out completely, revealing small bright yellow lotus flowers. Some are covered with flowers and bones and look like they are about to burst. At this moment, I will feel myself. Wearing beautiful clothes, a breeze blew and I danced. Beautiful clothes fluttered in the wind. Not only I, but also a pool of lotus flowers is dancing. After the wind passed, I stopped dancing and stood there quietly. Dragonflies come and tell me the joy of flying in the morning. The little fish swam under my feet and told me the good dream I had last night ... It took me a long time to remember that I was not a lotus, I was watching a lotus.

I reluctantly left the lotus pond, walked across a long pontoon bridge and came to the lively playground, where there were a sea of people, especially children. Some of them are playing a roller coaster and only hear screams, which is really cool; Some people are walking a tightrope, which makes people feel scared; There are people playing on the merry-go-round, and the people watching are dazzling. There are also some unknown projects. Every time you go, you have to play enough. Not only children love to play, but also adults and even leaders.

9. Write down the traces of growth. I miss you very much, mom.

Summer is coming again. I think the hillside of Xinbeitou must be full of green again. What are you doing? Maybe it's enjoying the cool in the garden full of flowers, maybe taking the dog for a walk on the mountain road, or sitting in the living room, and then we can't help but pick up our photo album and turn it page by page, and then pass the time page by page. Or, you are looking up at the oil painting on the wall I sent back the year before last, which depicts the blue sky and little white cloud.

Mom, it's the one parked on the back hillside! It followed me across the ocean from South Taiwan Province Province, and flew to gloomy cities in Europe from the green hillside behind my house. In those cities, there is always rain falling impatiently and perfunctory listlessly. I spent the most uncomfortable period of homesickness with that little white cloud. I have never seen such a blue sky again.

But there is always a piece of blue in my paintings, which belongs only to the green hillside behind my home. No European classmates will use my blue, even if the paint is extruded from the same brand.

Finally, everyone listened to the professor's advice and went to other colors. In fact, I use yellow, red and brown in my paintings now. However, in those days, when I just left home, I was immersed in painting in the studio every morning, and my thoughts drifted across the sea with that small cloud and flew to the hillside with acacia forest behind my house. The stream passes through the young forest and flows through the back wall. The stream reflects the sky on Datun Mountain. I miss you very much, mom. Although I have been away from you for almost five years, although I have grown up, graduated and got married, I still miss you.

I'm glad that this summer vacation, dad can go home, and you can be less bored. I remember when my two sisters just went abroad, it was my junior summer vacation. On a sunny afternoon, the postman came early. You still walk through the garden again and again to the mailbox at the door. The mailbox is located on a low wall made of stone. I often hear the sound of you closing the mailbox door in the house, and the empty place hits the stone wall, and my heart seems to be touched.

Two years later, I went abroad, and my sister wrote, "Mom is still walking back and forth between the mailbox and the stone steps in front of the living room. The flowers in the yard are higher than before ... "And I will think of the big sun, the blue sky, and the way you walked back through the garden from the gate with your eyes closed and your hands empty in the bright afternoon sun. I will hear the hollow sound of the mailbox door hitting the stone wall again.

Although my sisters and I wrote letters with great care at that time, we still can't let you see a blue letter every time you open your mailbox, but in the heart of a loving mother, what kind of blue it is! Last May, I got married. It happened that my two sisters were in Europe, and my father came to marry me. That morning, it rained very thin, which is what Brussels is used to.

I sat in the limousine, talking and laughing, very relaxed. Of course, my service is nothing to worry about. My father is in the front seat, he is by my side, and I am very happy with a big bouquet of pure white bride flowers he gave me. The car drove into the stone yard in front of the church and stopped at the old stone gate. Many friends were waiting, and I heard them say, "coming, coming."

Someone opened the car door for me, the rain had stopped and my veil was floating in the wind. I didn't feel it in the car just now. My bridal gown was surprisingly white in broad daylight. Suddenly there was a feeling that there was a question: "Was mom wearing such clothes on her wedding day?" My heart is starting to get a little tight.

By this time, he and the witnesses had moved forward, and the sound of the organ echoed in the ancient church. Dad hugged me and walked step by step along the purple carpet.

At this time, that feeling slowly came. Mom, I got married, as if you were thirty years ago. I was radiant and walked towards the young groom with pure white yarn, pure white beads and pure white flowers. Then, it was the day that honey liked, then there was war all over the sky, and then the children were born one by one.

On the eve of every child's birth, you dream of having a garden full of flowers. Then, the children grow up. They all look like their parents.

On the hillside of the new north section, we had our own garden for the first time (the first tree in that garden, a osmanthus tree, was planted by me). Then, before the flowers are full, the children fly away one by one, just like the clouds in the summer afternoon.

The flowers in the yard grow taller and taller, and mother walks back and forth between the mailbox and the stone steps in front of the house. What a big sun, blue sky and lonely heart. Children who leave home often dream. In everyone's dream, there is a garden full of flowers.

What a lonely garden! The organ is playing Bach's "Jesus Que Ma Joie Demeure", and the wedding is coming to an end. He has been looking very serious, tilting his head and staring at me, his eyes so gentle. I can't help but want to say to him, "I miss my mother so much."

In normal times, as long as I say this, he will hug me and comfort me in every way. However, I am wearing a bride's dress now, and many friends are following me. The church is so big and empty, and the mother, thousands of miles away, is looking forward to her daughter's happy wedding.

So, I tried to think of something else, tried to swallow the feeling of tightness in my throat, and didn't drop a tear at last. But the tears I held back still flowed out a few months later.

One night, he took me out to see a movie (after marriage, it will always be his favorite west). The daughter on the screen grew up and married the hero on the screen. After the wedding, the bride's mother took a photo with her all-white daughter in her arms.

Two very similar faces, two very similar smiles, but mother's hair is already white. At that moment, I knew I was.

10. Narrating the composition of childhood photos In the afternoon, the sun shines obliquely into the room, the air is full of the fragrance of the sun, and the lilies on the windowsill bloom quietly. "On the willow beside the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." A familiar ballad came out of the window, like a string of silver bells, which reminded me of my childhood.

I rummaged through the closet to find a photo album and looked at it one by one.

Turn to the first page. The picture shows a very cute little girl. She is chubby, with short hair and big eyes. Wearing a grass-green skirt, sitting on the slide. Look, she smiled, grinning, revealing a pair of white tiger teeth, laughing so happily, so naive. At that time, I was only four years old and just went to kindergarten. This photo was taken on the slide in kindergarten. That innocent smile, like a pure water, quietly drips in the story of childhood and gently flows on the road of growth.

I looked at it and couldn't help laughing.

The second page of the album reminds me of the past. Photos. In the afternoon, the sun shone obliquely into the room, the air was full of the fragrance of the sun, and the lilies on the windowsill were quietly in bloom. "On the willow beside the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." A familiar ballad came out of the window, like a string of silver bells, which reminded me of my childhood.

I rummaged through the closet to find a photo album and looked at it one by one.

Turn to the first page. The picture shows a very cute little girl. She is chubby, with short hair and big eyes. Wearing a grass-green skirt, sitting on the slide. Look, she smiled, grinning, revealing a pair of white tiger teeth, laughing so happily, so naive. At that time, I was only four years old and just went to kindergarten. This photo was taken on the slide in kindergarten. That innocent smile, like a pure water, quietly drips in the story of childhood and gently flows on the road of growth.

I looked at it and couldn't help laughing.

The second page of the album reminds me of the past. In the photo, there is a blue and quiet sea, and the golden beach extends to the distance. There are white clouds in the sky, floating gently like cotton wool. Beautiful seagulls fly between the sea and the sky. On the big stone by the sea, there is a girl wearing a camouflage hat, a blue coat and blue shorts, with a confident smile. Look, she is leaning over, as if shouting at the sea, very powerful. It was in the summer vacation of the fourth grade. I returned to my hometown, accompanied by the blue sky and the sea, like a happy bird on the beach, picking up shells for a while and building a castle for a while. My cousin took this photo for me. Blue sky, blue sea, there is a girl in blue by the sea, and that bright blue is always embedded in my childhood dream.

The last one, perhaps the last page of my childhood, is full of melancholy. A girl with a ponytail and a white sweater smiled slightly. Next to her stood a little girl of four or five years old, wearing a ponytail and laughing happily. Flaming lanterns, Spring Festival couplets filled with festive atmosphere, that was last year's Spring Festival. I hold my little cousin's hand in the photo, much taller than her, like a big sister. Yes, I have grown up, and I am no longer naughty or naive.

Childhood, so vaguely passed, can only shed, is a beautiful photo.

Photos, each photo has a story and a sweet memory, string them together. It became a wonderful childhood and a wonderful life.