Write a composition with photos from home.

1. Writing "Photos at Home" My family has a family heirloom-an album with photos of five people from three generations.

I opened the photo album. The first page is a photo of my grandfather when he was young. He looks proud in a Chinese tunic suit. Grandpa said, "This dress is made of Decca fabric. It was not bad at that time. It was very fashionable." At that time, there was a shortage of materials, so you had to have money and tickets to buy anything. Like meat tickets, tofu tickets, cloth tickets ... without tickets, money is not enough The unit only issues the required tickets according to the account number every month, and when the tickets are used up, they cannot be bought. So at that time, we scrimped and saved, everything was counted, we scrimped and saved, and we hardly saw oil when cooking. It's not as happy as you are now. You can have whatever you want. "

I continued to look back and saw my father's childhood photos and graduation photo. Although not many, they are almost all black and white photos. There are only two small color photos of 1 inch, most of which are in school or at home. The classrooms in the school are low, and the furniture at home is simple, with little decoration. Dad told me: "At that time, our family was very small, and five people in the family were crowded in a small house of about 30 square meters. Your grandfather built a small attic, and your aunt and uncle crowded in it. Graduation photo in my primary school and middle school was black and white. It was not until college that I took my first color photo, which was still one inch long and could only be taken at school. How to travel around now? In the past, the economic conditions were poor and there was no money to travel. "

I then turned over a few pages and saw that the back was full of my color photos and the background was changing. Some are in Hangzhou West Lake, some are in Suzhou Gardens, and some are in Shanghai Jinmao Building ... It's really colorful. Look at the clothes I am wearing. Everyone is wearing clean and beautiful clothes.

Why are there these changes? It is because our country has implemented reform and opening up that everyone has become rich, colorful and colorful. ...

2. the composition of the photos at home has been turned over for a long time. As soon as I opened it, the first photo attracted me. I saw me walking in the snow with my hands. Looking at it reminded me of that snow.

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.

3. Write old photos of my family and write a composition. Old photos of my family.

Looking back suddenly, I unconsciously found myself left behind by time.

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When the stars keep flashing in the lonely night sky and the clouds are flowing lightly, time can't stop its pace, and the starry night will be replaced by the next day.

I took out my photo album again and some dust fell on it. Open, inadvertently saw this photo, full of thoughts.

My mother told me that the scene was like this: one morning, my sister and I were playing with toys on the sofa. Mother went to boil milk for us. After a while, my mother came out with a bowl. On the way, my sister suddenly let out a cry, and my unwitting mother got a fright. Then, as expected, the milk in the bowl shook badly and finally spilled a little on my mother's hand. I guess I was burned, shouting, and I didn't hold the bowl in my hand and fell to the ground. My sister couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene, and I was "poised". Mother deliberately saw her sister seem angry and began to blame her.

Growing up is like a photo album, and each photo records a story. Everyone is full of love and warmth. These old photos, these moments, will never fade.

Flowers bloom and fall for so many years. How time flies! The second hand keeps turning around a fulcrum.

Now it sounds really childish and ridiculous. When I was a child, I was always happy, happy and carefree, all the time.

I always wanted to get rid of time, and foolishly thought I could have the whole starry sky. Looking at the flowers in Leng Yan by the roadside, I suddenly heard the sound of flowers blooming. When I turned around, time stood behind me quietly, and in an instant, it smiled again.

Opening this photo album again brings back many memories, these old photos, these indelible memories.

4. Photo 800-word composition Who can help me write a composition about photos? How much do you know about the memories left in the film? I gently opened the photo album with my hand, and the beautiful photos I bought with time suddenly appeared in front of me. Following the time footprint in the photo, I walked into the photo ... hey! Look over there, yes, the little girl who is sleeping soundly in that bed, look! How lovely she is! According to her family, she was only 7 days old, so she took this first photo when she first came to this world. Look, a chubby little girl is sitting on the prepared cushion, and her eyes blink from time to time. At this time, the photographer will take her 100 commemorative photo. The family kept making the little guy laugh, but the little guy smiled unexpectedly, with black eyes. Toothless mouth revealed his jokes and made grandparents around him laugh. "Click" a picture that is worth remembering forever came out. Guess who this little guy is? Well, that's me! After a burst of joy, another photo came into view. Why is it so familiar here? Hey! This is in my own home! I vaguely remember playing with a stroller in grandma's yard, to be honest! That's me at the age of five! This day happens to be my birthday. God seems to have come to congratulate me. The sun is shining and the spring is full. I am playing in this spring sunshine. At that time, I was full of curiosity and longing for the future. Oh! Peacock! What a beautiful peacock! I saw it spread its colorful wings and proudly spread its beauty to people! Look! There is a little girl who doesn't feel at home at all. She looked at her high head for a while, looked at her wonderful feathers for a while, and even reached out her little hand. She wants to shake hands with the peacock. Standing outside the railing, facing the peacock, she was excited with expectation. Suddenly, she found something, turned around, put her hand behind her back and laughed. Everyone looks ugly. The sea, the blue sea, the golden sea, a ten-year-old girl approached the sea, only to see her wearing a swimsuit, red skin, standing in shallow water, proud, oh! I remember this is the Liandao seaside bathhouse in Lianyungang, Jiangsu. I came here with my mother, father and many campers. Facing the boundless ocean in front of me, I meditated. In other words, it's time for me to know how to meditate, although I'm hazy. I think standing here shows my own embarrassment and ignorance. It seems that I should be as broad-minded, knowledgeable and profound as the sea ... In the face of photos, the past emerged from dusty memories like a string of pearls, which made me feel happy and immersed me in a happy aftertaste for a long time. My childhood was beautiful and happy, but what is even better and happier is that the future attracts me more deeply. I firmly believe that no matter how difficult and dangerous the road is, I will go forward bravely.

5. The photo composition of my family is 120. After reading the composition, please click "Satisfied Adoption", which is a respect for others' labor! It is not easy to answer questions, and look and adopt them!

Pictures of my family.

My family has an album with photos of three generations in chronological order.

Open the photo album, the first page is the photos of grandparents when they were young. Almost all the photos are black and white, and some are in color, but grandpa said they were dyed after they were taken. In the photo, almost all the clothes grandpa wears are Chinese tunic suits, and grandma's hairstyle is either ear-length short hair or two long braids. I asked my grandfather in wonder, "Why are all your photos the same?" Grandpa said to me, "The Cabo Chinese tunic suit in the photo was very fashionable at that time. It was an era when goods were in short supply. You have to rely on all kinds of tickets to buy things, such as meat tickets, food tickets and cloth tickets. It took several years to buy a new dress. " Ah, I thought to myself: sometimes the new clothes in my closet are too small for me to wear, so my mother has to give them away.

When I looked back, it was a picture of my father and two aunts when they were young. Most of these photos are from home and school. The furniture in the photo is simple and there is hardly any decoration. Dad told me: "At that time, our house was on Mudaokou Road in Pudong, and the house was very small. Five people in the whole family are crowded into a 30-square-meter house. In addition to the bed for sleeping and the table for eating at home, I hope your aunt and I have a special study desk. After several years, we often seize the' position' to do our homework. " I think of my small room, the bright windows that my mother helped me decorate, and my special desk.

Turning to the back, the photos on display are color photos taken by my family and me in recent years. There are various backgrounds, some in the ends of the earth in Hainan, some in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, some in the Forbidden City in Beijing, and the Great Wall in Wan Li ... We are all smiling in the photos, leaving our families in the beautiful scenic spots of the motherland.

Seeing this, I can't help but feel deeply. The life of three generations in our family: from simple dress to colorful now, from simple housing environment to spacious and comfortable now, from simple life to leisure travel now, aren't the changes in these decades concentrated in my family photo? I think the photos of your family must be the same!

6. A photo of my family composition 198 I have a photo, which was taken at my home. In the photo, my face is covered with a lot of cream like a big cat. I smiled happily in the photo. Wearing a pink skirt, like a little princess. It looks quite impressive.

Whenever I see this photo, I can't help laughing, not only remembering the scene when my mother took this photo for me. My mother carefully prepared my birthday that year. I am very excited and grateful. I invited several of my good friends to eat cake together. When I made a wish to blow out the candles, the children and my parents put cream on my face. My face is covered with cream from the cake. On the front, I really look like a little cat man. On the side, I look like an old man with a white beard, which is very funny. Mom felt very funny when she saw it, so she immediately went to the room and took out her camera. She snapped at me. Mom also said humorously, "Come and see Xiaohua Mall eat cake! This is rare in the world! Moreover, this Xiaohua Mall is still so edible that it can participate in the Guinness World Record for Kittens Eating Cakes. " I said seriously, "Xiaohua Mall can also eat. It likes cakes made of fish best. If you really make a fish cake for it, it will definitely break the Guinness Book of Records. " Mom smiled and replied, "Yes, our Xiaohua Mall is absolutely right."

Whenever I turn to this photo, I always think of my birthday and when I was so funny. This photo will be a wonderful memory of my childhood. It will remain in my memory forever. Whenever I want to forget it, it reminds me of those good times.

7. A photo of my family was composed and I turned over an album that I haven't seen for a long time. As soon as I opened it, the first photo attracted me. I saw me walking in the snow with my hands, and looking at it reminded me of snow. It was a heavy snow in 2008. I was only six years old at that time, probably because I had never seen such heavy snow. I can still remember it clearly. It seems that it has been snowing since the afternoon. When I opened the curtains, I saw that there was flying snow like goose feathers outside, and the ground was already white. From a distance, the trees in the house seem to have turned into snowdrifts, and even the usually busy roads suddenly become unusually calm, which even makes me a little confused about where the road is. I was curious and walked out of the house. 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 neighbor next door came out with a snow shovel and soon shoveled a thin path in front of our door. When I walked excitedly in the middle and measured the thickness of the snow by hand, my mother came and this photo was born with a bang. I like the moment when this photo was frozen, and it is precisely because of these moments of memories that I have good memories today. Reminds me of the beautiful snow scene again. 2. Every time I open a thick photo album, a photo recording my growth will appear in front of me, which 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 was dignified, strong and fat. I was not good at walking in the photo, and I was then. I quickly slipped into the yard, turned my head and smiled proudly at my mother. It looks like a victory, as if to say, "Haha, I'm running 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 preparing me for dinner. My mother turned to get the bowl in my hand, so I ran outside in a walker, which was too fast for my mother to 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, it records my growth. This 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 is a photo taken when I was one year old, and also 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 and let my grandmother take care of me, while my mother worked in Fuping, which is far from home. My first birthday is coming, and my mother said early that she would come back for my birthday. But that day came, and my mother's colleague asked for leave at home. There was a lot of work in their unit, and the leader didn't give my mother leave. My mother is very sad. She called back and told her family that she couldn't come back, but she missed me so much. She wants to take a picture of me and send it to her. So my grandfather borrowed a camera from a neighbor's house, let me sit on the kang, took some photos for me, and chose the best one to send to my mother. Since I have these photos, when my mother misses me, she will take out a photo to look at. Until I was three years old, my mother came to pick me up. 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. 4. A photo of the whole family reminds me of the photos I saw my brother riding a roller coaster with me before. I remember it was winter vacation. My brother and my third aunt went to Yuji Park. Pirate ships and shooting targets. I was nervous when I was playing the roller coaster, but my brother was not nervous at all. I sat in the front and my brother was in the back. It was slow at first, so I was very happy. I think the roller coaster is too slow. Suddenly, the roller coaster rushed forward, which scared my heart. Then I went to the corner, and when I turned the corner, I was scared out of my mind and cried. () My brother took me to play pirate ship again. I am nervous when playing pirate ship, but my brother is never nervous. At first, my flying height was not high, but it was getting higher and higher. When I reached the highest level, I felt very uncomfortable. After a while, I finally stopped. The photographer took the opportunity to take a picture of us with his camera, leaving a memory of today. I remember I slowly walked down the steps and decided not to take the pirate ship again. Later, I decided not to take the pirate ship. I played another project by myself-shooting. I got in the car and started shooting. I fired a shot at once and it lasted for three minutes. I shot six times at a time. This time, I thought I could take 10 photos. Although I didn't overfulfil my goal, I was still very happy. I will never forget that unforgettable experience. On the day of my parents' holiday, I came to the 525 factory. At that time, my grandmother lived there. It's a place like a small town. I came not only to visit my grandmother, but more importantly, I want to visit my elderly grandmother. On this day, I had dinner at my grandmother's house. Because menstruation came to her house, my great-grandfather was a soldier, so I brought a PLA cap, and I brought his.

8. Write a composition on the topic of "A photo of my family" (a photo of my fourth grade)

There are many beautiful photos in my home, but one of them is a photo taken by my father when I went to the gym to learn to swim, with my happy smiling face and my father's firm words printed on it.

That photo was taken when I was seven years old. I remember at noon on a hot summer day, we were having lunch. Suddenly, my father had an idea. My father said to my brother and me, "Why don't the three of us go swimming today!" " My brother and I cheered and nodded in agreement. So we hurried through lunch, packed the dishes and left.

We took our swimsuits and swimming rings to the swimming pool and changed our swimsuits. I saw the afternoon sun shining on the blue pool surface, which was as beautiful as a brilliant golden yellow! A cool breeze blew, which made me feel refreshed. The swimming pool is crowded with people, including adults, children, men and women. They are swimming in the swimming pool in all kinds of bathing suits. My brother is a hothead and jealous of swimming. I was just about to go up and ask him if he could swim, but he couldn't wait to jump into the arms of the swimming pool and swim freely, and my father followed me into the water. Just me, I have never swam, sitting by the pool in a daze.

I sat by the pool and watched with envy my uncles and aunts swimming happily in various postures. I really admire them. So I shouted, "Dad, come and teach me how to swim." Dad swam over and said, "OK, come down quickly." Hearing this, I got up my courage and got into the water slowly. Dad told me the essentials of breathing first, and then let me do it. First, spit out the air, and then look up and inhale. Who knows that I drank a big mouthful of water the first time I inhaled it, and my nose became sour after three or four consecutive times. I was disheartened and lost confidence. But my father said to me earnestly, "don't be discouraged, son." Believe in yourself, you can do it. " Looking at my father's hopeful eyes and listening to the words of encouragement, my confidence suddenly welled up like spring. So I practiced repeatedly according to the method taught by my father, and finally a miracle appeared. I changed my breath four times in a row and swam several meters away. I am so excited that I can't describe the joy. I finally learned to swim. At this time, my father gave me a thumbs up, praised me again and again, and asked me to stand by and pose by the pool. He took a picture of me as a souvenir. I readily agreed and smiled at my father's camera lens, only to hear a "click", and my father photographed me.

I can't forget this photo. I regard it as a treasure. Because it makes me deeply understand the true meaning of "nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid that there is a will".