An imitation essay about a photo

1. A photo of me Composition: How to write

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In my photo album, there is a precious family photo. Family photos must be very common to my classmates, but to me, they are extremely precious. This is the only one!

My father is a busy man and often travels for business and is away from home. I miss all the full moon drinks and family gatherings. I occasionally have a meal at home, but that meal will definitely be very busy. Because there's always a phone ringing, and it's annoying, even uncomfortable. Sometimes, I feel like it would be quieter to eat when my dad is not at home.

Dad actually attended my grandpa’s sixtieth birthday party. But I thought it would be the same as eating at home, and that *** would haunt Dad like a ghost, but what was unexpected was: Dad turned off the phone. At the banquet, my father, mother and I all smiled as beautifully as blooming flowers and as colorfully as rainbows. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandpa to take pictures of me. My family of three took pictures of happy and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not false, but every smile is so innocent! I even took that photo to enlarge it.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out the photo, that picture will appear in my mind, and I will feel that my father is by my side.

At this moment, I no longer think that *** is a ghost, but I feel that *** is so sweet and melodious, because he proved that my father is very capable , I'm proud of it!

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Now, every time I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its spirit of moving forward without fear of difficulties.

In my little photo album, there is a photo that means a lot to me. That was taken at the place where the Red Army flew to capture the Luding Bridge.

During the May Day holiday last year, our family was discussing where to travel. My father said, "Why don't we take a red tour this year! Let's go to Luding Bridge." We just left. Embark on a red journey. The scenery along the way is very beautiful, with high mountains and forests, shrouded in clouds and mist, and it feels like we are in a fairyland on earth. After several hours of driving, I finally arrived at the Luding Bridge that I had longed for.

Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Garze Prefecture, Sichuan. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary iron cable bridge over the Dadu River. But after I listened to the tour guide’s aunt’s introduction, I had a new understanding of Luding Bridge. It turned out that in order to stop the Red Army's Long March, the enemy tore down the wooden planks on the bridge and fired continuously with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here. But they were not discouraged. Instead, they braved the enemy's bullets and crawled on the iron chain and achieved the final victory.

I also wanted to go for a walk on the bridge, but as soon as I got to the bridge, the bridge began to shake. I quickly reached the iron chain next to the bridge and saw the rolling waves of the Dadu River under the bridge. Terrified. Thinking about how difficult it was for the Red Army to fly to capture Luding Bridge, I sincerely admired them. Dad said: "Let's take a photo here to keep a small souvenir." With a click, I left a photo on the Luding Bridge.

Now, every time I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its spirit of moving forward without fear of difficulties.

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There is a very warm and harmonious family photo standing there prominently on my desk. It's still very new because that's what I cherish. I was in elementary school at the time, and I only thought about having fun during holidays. Both parents are satisfied. But this time was an exception. They had to go back to their hometown for something, and because I wanted to study, they couldn't take me back with them. A few days before departure, they asked my aunt to take care of me and bought me many things as if to please me. I knew they were leaving, and I didn't want to act like a rogue and pester them to leave. I just looked helpless. This is a relief to them. Finally, there is only the last day left. They will leave tomorrow. This is the first time I have been separated from them for so long. "Shanshan, mom is leaving tomorrow. Is there anything else you need?" Mom asked in her softest voice. "Mom, you are leaving, can I have a photo?" I said, looking at her longingly. "Of course, what kind do you want?" Mom asked very tactfully. "I want a photo of me, dad and you, a family photo!" I begged, holding my mother's hand and shaking it again and again. "Okay, wait a moment. I'll go look for it." After saying that, she stood up and left. "No!" I grabbed her and said, "I want what was before, I want what is now, today." Mom looked at me and said, "Okay, we will leave when dad comes back later, okay?" OK!" I nodded. I took my parents’ hands and came to the photography studio. I was very excited to fulfill my wish there with my favorite parents. They left the next day. In the more than twenty days since they left, I don't know how many nights I held it, thinking about my parents, and gradually fell asleep. In my sleep, I dreamed about the days when I lived with them. Although it has been a long time since this happened, this photo has always been my favorite. It is the refuge of my soul and my comfort when I am lonely.

2. A photo of my family. How to write an essay

In my childhood, there were many photos, but the one that impressed me most was the family portrait.

My father is doing business in Fuzhou and only comes back once or twice a month. Every time I come back, my cell phone is always ringing. Either someone is calling to discuss business, or they are going out to socialize at night. Dad is such a busy man!

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

Year after year goes by so fast. My sister is already three years old. Whenever I see this photo, I will imagine the scene at that time and think of that happy time! 3. An essay about a photo

Family affection is indispensable and the most important emotion in life. ——Inscription This is a family photo of our family, and it is also the only one currently. Time flies so fast, it passes in the blink of an eye. This photo is also six years old. Every time I look at the photo frame, I always look carefully at the family photo: eldest aunt, eldest uncle, second aunt, second uncle, uncles, aunts, parents, grandparents, cousins, they look so happy. The wrinkles on my grandfather's forehead and the silver threads on my grandmother's head all tell the story of their weathered life journey. Of course, they can also appreciate the joy of life the most. I clearly remember that it was the Spring Festival of 2000, and the whole family, young and old, rushed back to my grandparents’ house from all over the country to celebrate the New Year. I was only 7 years old at the time and quite sensible, but I didn’t know the true meaning of reunion at all. I only knew that there were so many people and it was so lively. But since that time, the whole family rarely gets together. Now, every time there is a festival, either my cousin doesn't come, or my cousin doesn't come... Grandma always says to herself regretfully: "When can the whole family get together again?" It is always easiest to ignore when you are busy. The mood of the previous generation, now, this family photo is also slowly turning yellow under the erosion of time, but the happy smiles of the whole family are always so vivid. I think maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. Our family will definitely get together again. When the time comes, there will definitely be a family photo that is more beautiful and worthy of being treasured. Pure friendship and passionate love will eventually turn into family ties. Friends! May you cherish this unforgettable family relationship. ——Postscript 4. Write an essay of about 500 words based on "An Old Photo" for urgent use

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a person with ideals and understanding. For a girl who hides her crystal tears deep inside, is it just time that passes as she grows up?

Opening the long-dusted photo album and letting my thoughts flow through it, I finally realized that what has passed the most is the cantabile years of my childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo. This is an extremely outstanding old photo that is very precious to me. In the photo, my sister and I stretched our hands into the blue sky to welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Remember, it was the Spring Festival. Due to the needs of my father's work, we have to leave our hometown and our grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. Whenever I thought of being separated from my friends, I would hide in the hut and cry non-stop. Even during the Spring Festival, I was depressed. My grandparents knew that this would be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to liven up the family atmosphere, they encouraged my father to buy fireworks. Grandpa actually sang a Peking opera that he had not sung for many years.

I don’t understand why the parting moment is so lively.

My grandparents urged me and my sister to work hard and bring honor to our family, and they even gave each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and looked at the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I excitedly raised our hands to the sky. At that moment, the camera captured this eternally beautiful moment.

The moment we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us. Just watching, the silent air couldn't help but turn into snowflakes. Flying.

From the eyes of my family, I seemed to see the warm river of love; the long ribbon of love; and the hard rock-like hope.

It is true that the years have passed by like a song, but the true feelings and hopes that have been buried in childhood still exist; even if the sea is gone, the affectionate eyes will always be the driving force for me to move forward.

This photo carrying hope not only records my childhood smiling face, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

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The Story of Old Photos

During a leisure time, I opened the dusty photo album and let my thoughts wander through it. Inadvertently, my eyes touched a photo, a photo containing love - a large yard made of red bricks and black tiles and the love in the yard.

That was my grandma and grandpa’s old house.

This photo was taken the day before the yard was demolished. The moment I pressed the shutter button, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. I thought of everything there, everything I couldn’t bear to throw away...

My relationship with Da Cousin C: "Beibei, you deserve a beating! How dare you disobey me." I asked my eldest cousin to help me get a dictionary, but he refused. Although he is only two years younger than me, he is also my brother. He refused to listen. As for me, you just want to fight with me!

"Take it, take it, who is afraid of whom!" I know he is afraid, because I have always made him cry. Grandma and grandpa didn't care, because with his size and weight, I should have cried. Alas, who said I was bigger than him.

But there are times when this brat is disobedient, so I can only speak with my fists. Every time he fights with me, he starts crying within five minutes - boring - but after 15 seconds He laughed again. And even if I beat him to tears every time, he would always come to apologize to me afterwards, and then I would "criticize" him in a very serious tone. Ha, there are many benefits to being the boss!

My little cousin and I

My little cousin, Xiaojie, the person he trusts and is closest to is me, because he has been exploiting me since he was 2 years old. Go to grandma's house for all the toys (including a bag and two pieces of paper inside).

"Here I come, the waste collector!" These were the first words I said when I entered the door.

"Sister, please buy me toys!" As soon as I finished speaking, my little cousin was already standing in front of me and rummaging through my bag. Every time he got something, but Jiang was still old. It's so spicy. When he falls asleep, I will secretly get the exploited stuff back. The next day, he will definitely ask me: "Sister, all my things are gone, do you know where they went?" Haha! Of course I can handle it, "Either your cousin took it, or the big bad wolf stole it!"

"Huh?!" My little cousin will believe it every time, so Beibei often thinks because I was beaten violently by my little cousin for what I said. Alas, it was so unlucky to be attacked from both sides!

My grandma and grandpa and I

My favorite thing to play with my grandpa is to play on the back of the hands. To be precise, it is my favorite to play with my grandpa, because after every game, my grandpa’s My hands are always red, but my grandpa always refuses to admit defeat. He always wants to compete with me in some other way to win back face, but in the end he is always embarrassed. Speaking of which, he is really an "old naughty boy". As for grandma, she encourages me and discourages grandpa at the same time, because grandma is always on the same front as me. Grandpa doesn't understand this - he is jealous!

These things are stored in that old courtyard, an old courtyard that has become history - has become dust under the fallen leaves.

And now - from the eyes of my family, I can always see that warm river of love; that long love ribbon; that hard rock-like hope.

It is true that the years have passed by like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried in that old photo still exist; even if the sea dies and the rocks rot, everything that is reluctantly discarded is also the eternal thing. ...

This happy photo not only carries the loving smiling faces of my family and I, but also the brilliant sky in the old yard... 5. Middle school students write a composition about an old photo

The Story of Old Photos How long has it been since you opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the light layer of gray on the cover, and open it, you will see the suppressed colors in the memory.

Traces of time are floating on the old photos. From those yellowed photo album pages, wisps of laughter from seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine from ten years ago, the fleeting time, and the old smell floated out.

Look at this old photo. Is that little girl with few hairs, dark eyes, and wearing a white tulle skirt really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not yet been renovated.

Even though I was wearing a knee-length skirt, I was naughty and active, but I still ignored my "lady image" and grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the stadium with my chubby fingers. A standard "pull-up" where the legs look like they are kicking in the air. Looking at this photo, the tiny fragments of my childhood are easily shaken out.

I remember my father told me that when I was a child, because there was a stadium near my home, my parents often took me to the stadium to play. There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "wears a skirt and learns to shoot". As soon as I arrive at the stadium, I climb up and down around the sports equipment that is taller than me.

At that time, my parents would always watch quietly from the side, grabbing a few shots from time to time and holding up the camera to "click" for a close-up. Count, one, two, three... There are many photos in the album about the joy and laughter planted in the stadium when I was young.

Think about it, I was only five or six years old at that time! Fingertips flicked through the pages, and my thoughts traveled through time. The familiar smile stirred up the memories and instantly gathered them into a vast ocean. The father in the old photo is sitting on a chair and reading a book leisurely; the mother in the old photo is sitting on the golden lawn of the park under the winter sun; the old photo is me, dressed in pink, playing carefree at the beach... ...Every old photo is a testimony to the unchanging warmth of memory as the sun rises, the moon sets, and the stars change.

6. My favorite photo, what to write about

My favorite photo

I have taken many photos, including birthday photos with a cheerful atmosphere

Photos, including travel photos with beautiful scenery, and *** with family members

Family photos taken together... Among them, my favorite is

The one I took with my dad this year The photos were taken while visiting Xuanwu Lake Park in Nanjing during the May Day holiday.

Look, how proud I look in this photo! I wear a red sunhat on my head

and wear a gray sportswear, holding on to my hand

A piece of stone engraved with the four vigorous and powerful "Xuanwu Dawn"

There are huge rocks with big characters, and behind me is the world-famous Xuanwu Lake.

The surface of the lake is clean, without any debris

The bottom of the lake is clear, and the water is constantly blown by the wind

Beating the shore of the lake, occasionally someone throws a stone into the lake

It stirred up water ripples, like a

unwiped bronze mirror. There are boats,

boats, double-decker yachts, spacecrafts and other water vehicles running on the lake, allowing people to enjoy the mysterious scenery

The scenery of Wuhu Lake is really interesting. The Zijin Mountain in the distance looks particularly mysterious

mysterious and lovely under the hazy clouds. In the photo, I am intoxicated with this picturesque landscape

, not to mention how happy I am

in my heart! From my sweet smile, you can feel how happy and joyful I was at that time. With the "click

click" my happy smile and the picturesque

landscape will be forever treasured in my photos.

This photo is my favorite. It not only shows the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, but also makes me understand: as a teenager in the new century

You should study diligently and build your great motherland even better when you grow up! 7. Composition: "A photo of ( )" 600 words

One of my favorite photos

There are many photos in my home, but I particularly like this one There is only one. That was the graduation photo I took with my classmates and teachers from a summer art training class when I was in kindergarten. I have kept it well.

There are more than 20 children in our training class, all of whom are very smart, but the teacher likes me especially because I study very seriously.

The two people in the last row in the photo are our teachers. The man’s surname is Luo. He was still studying in the Art Department of Southwest Normal University at that time, and he taught us sketching. The girl's surname is Mi, and she teaches us crayon drawing.

When I first arrived at the training class, my painting was very poor, but Teacher Mi always taught me step by step. Under her patient guidance, my painting has improved a lot, and I like painting more. I usually start painting whenever I have free time. When I was in senior class, my paintings "Autumn Song" and "Spring Story" were published in the "Quxian Newspaper".

Now, whenever I don’t want to draw, I always think of this photo and my teacher, and I try my best.

A precious photo

One day, when I was cleaning up my old house, I suddenly found a yellowed childhood photo. In the photo, there was a face holding a Wahaha. A little girl with tears on her face but a big smile. I told my mother, and she smiled and told me a story.

I heard from my mother that when I was almost 1 and a half years old, I was still not very steady in walking. My parents tried many methods to solve this problem, but to no avail. Later, my parents discovered that I was particularly addicted to the children's drink Wahaha, and often drank two or three bottles at a time, so they decided to use this as bait to attract me to walk.

One day, my parents brought me into the living room, waved the Wahaha in front of me, and then hung it on the kitchen door. When I saw the Wahaha, I was in high spirits and cried for it. drink. However, I didn't expect that my father was gesturing and telling me in a language I couldn't quite understand: "If you want to drink, go and get it yourself!"

I felt extremely aggrieved and looked around. Mom, who knows, she also ignored it. Helpless, because I couldn't resist the temptation of Wahaha, I had to move my calves carefully and walked towards Wahaha step by step.

Seeing that we were about to arrive, I was so happy that I stumbled and tears fell down. My mother was very distressed and wanted to help me, but my father stopped her and said that I should do it by myself. Get up. I restrained my emotions, climbed up with difficulty, and finally stumbled to get the Wahaha.

I drank Wahaha with satisfaction. The tears on my face were faintly visible, but I smiled happily...

I heard that my parents were very happy when they saw that I could finally walk. I was so happy and thought it was very memorable, so I fixed this unforgettable moment and have kept it to this day.

Although it has been a long time since this happened, I still feel a sense of pride when I see this photo today. I am happy and proud of the courage I showed at that moment! 8. Use this photo to write a 400-word essay

A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo , contains an emotion.

Mom was organizing photos on the computer, and I leaned over to take a look. In one of the photos, I smiled particularly brightly on the beautiful prairie...

I remember that when I was six years old, my mother took me to play on the prairie of Inner Mongolia.

As soon as you get off the car, you can smell the fragrance of the earth. The grass is tender and green from bottom to top. There is no variegated color. The scattered sheep are like a flock of sheep. Blossoming white flowers are embedded in the green sea. The sky here is exceptionally blue, crisp and calm. The idle clouds are calm and leisurely, changing various postures, admiring the beautiful scenery of the grassland. And everything in it is filled with the vitality of dawn and the moisture of morning rain, making it look so fresh and quiet. Looking further, there are many white mushroom-like yurts, and there are a few horses grazing leisurely next to them. From time to time, they are attracted by the fragrance of wild flowers, as if they have a special nostalgia for them. I was almost drunk, and wanted to run away, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the painting; I wanted to shout, but was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the painting. I could only lie quietly on the grass, smiling at the blue sky... At this time, my mother took out her camera and took a photo of this unforgettable moment.

This photo captured my childhood and the beautiful mountains and rivers of my motherland. 9. A 330-word essay about a photo

1. A photo of my home. I flipped through an album I haven’t seen for a long time. As soon as I opened it, the first photo attracted me. I saw only me in the photo. Walking in the snow, I used my hands to indicate the thickness of the snow. Looking at it brought back my memories of that snow.

It was a heavy snowfall in 2008. I was only six years old at the time. Maybe it was because I had never seen such heavy snow before. I can still remember it freshly. The snow seemed to start drifting in the afternoon. , the next morning, when I opened the curtains, I saw heavy snow falling like goose feathers outside, and the ground was already covered in white. From a distance, the big trees in the house seemed to have turned into a snowdrift, and even the big trees in the house seemed to have turned into snowdrifts. The usually busy road suddenly became extremely quiet, and I even couldn't tell where the road was. I walked out of the house out of curiosity, but I didn't expect that as soon as I stepped on it, I almost couldn't get it out. I was shocked at the time. Why did it snow so much and so thickly? At this moment, the neighbors next door came out with tools to shovel the snow. After a while, a thin path was shoveled in front of our door. When I walked excitedly in the middle, I was measuring the thickness of the snow with my hands. At that moment, my mother ran over, and with a click, this photo was born.

I like the frozen moment in this photo. It is precisely because of these momentary memories that I have wonderful memories today, which reminds me of that beautiful snow scene again. 2. A photo of my family. Whenever I open the thick photo album of my family, photos recording my growth will appear in front of my eyes. They will always evoke infinite beautiful memories for me.

Among the many photos, one of my favorites is the one of me as a child in my walker. When I was a child, I was fat and tiger-headed.

In the photo, I am not very good at walking yet. At that time, I was sitting in a walker with a bowl in my hand, sliding quickly to the yard, turning back and smiling triumphantly at my mother, a picture of victory. He seemed to be saying, "Haha, I'm running fast enough, you can't catch up with me." Every time I look at this photo, I always laugh while looking at it. My mother said that this photo was taken when I was more than one year old. At that time, I had just learned to walk in a walker, and I was always walking in the yard with joy. Go.

At that time, my mother was preparing for me to eat. I naughtily walked to my mother quietly and grabbed a bowl. My mother turned around and wanted to take the bowl in my hand. I quickly walked on the walker. I slid inside and ran outside, so fast that my mother didn't react at all. "Haha" I smiled at my mother with a proud look on my face. At this time, my father happened to come out and saw this scene. He took out his camera and clicked the shutter button, leaving me with this photo.

I like this photo. It records my growth and is a beautiful memory of my happy childhood. 3. A photo of my family. There is a very precious photo in the photo album of my family. There is a little boy sitting on the kang, covered with a small red quilt.

He looks very much 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 of me as a child. My mother liked this photo very much and often told me stories about this photo.

When I was very young, my mother left me at home and let my grandma take care of me, while my mother worked in Bupyeong, which was far away from home. I was about to celebrate my first birthday, and my mother had already said that she would come back to celebrate my birthday.

But that day is approaching. My mother’s colleague has asked for leave due to family matters, and their unit has a lot of work.

That’s why the boss didn’t approve leave for my mother. Mom was very sad.

I called back and told my family: She can’t come back, but she misses me so much. I hope you can take a picture of me and send it to her.

So my grandfather borrowed a camera from a neighbor’s house, asked me to sit on the kang, took a few photos of me, picked the best one, washed it on the street, and mailed it to my mother. passed. Since I got the photos, my mother will take them out and look at them when she misses me.

It wasn’t until my mother picked me up when I was three years old. My mother still likes to see this photo and often tells me about it.

So I also like this photo very much. It contains my mother's love for me. 4. A photo of my family. Whenever I see the photo of my brother and I riding a roller coaster, it reminds me of the past time I went to Yuji Park.

I remember that it was winter vacation, and my brother and my third aunt went to Yuji Park to play. We played roller coaster, pirate ship, and shooting target.

When riding the roller coaster, I was very nervous, but my brother was not nervous at all. I sat in the front and my brother was in the back.

The speed was slow at first, but I was happy, thinking to myself that the roller coaster was so slow. Suddenly, the roller coaster started to move forward very quickly, which scared me so much that my heart was beating wildly.

Then we came to the corner again, and the turn seemed to be off the rails. I was so frightened that I became uneasy and screamed repeatedly. (This passage is very well written) Before I could recover, my brother took me to play the pirate ship again.

When I played the pirate ship, I became even more nervous, but my brother was never nervous at all. It didn't fly very high at first, then gradually it got higher and higher. When it reached the highest point, I felt very uncomfortable. After a while, it finally stopped.

The photographer took the opportunity to take a picture of us with his camera, leaving a memory of today. I remember walking down slowly and deciding that I would never ride a pirate ship again.

Later, after taking a break, I played another project by myself - shooting targets. I got in the car and started shooting. I hit one shot at once. The shooting lasted for 3 minutes. I hit 6 shots in one shot. This time, I thought I could shoot 10 shots. Although I didn't exceed my target score, I was still very happy.

I will never forget my unforgettable experience. 5. Speaking of a photo of my family, it was when I was three years old. When my mother and father were on vacation, I came to the 525th Factory. At that time, my grandma lived there. It was a place like I came to a small town not only to visit my grandma, but more importantly, I wanted to visit my elderly grandma.

On this day, I had dinner at my grandma’s house, and followed my eldest aunt to her house. My eldest grandpa turned out to be a serving soldier, so he had a People’s Liberation Army cap. I took his military cap with me. hat, just like a real soldier. At this time, I started to do various actions, singing, saluting, and commanding. At this time, I was like a comprehensive soldier. My parents were laughing beside me, and I laughed too. Whenever I saw this photo, I started to giggle. This incident became a part of my childhood.