A composition about love

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have 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.

The story of old photos

When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of me. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time.

I am about three years old in the photo. The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday". Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday!

As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me.

Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life. When you see this photo again a few years later, you may be surprised and say, "Hey, is this me?"

The story of the photo

I think "photo album" is familiar to everyone? There are many interesting stories and some painful things about our childhood. But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet.

In my photo album, I also recorded my little-known things. However, among many photos, the one that impressed me most was a photo taken by my father's colleague, when I was only five years old. As soon as I saw this photo, what happened that day clearly came to my eyes. ...

It's a beautiful spring morning. I got up early, and my stomach hurt a little when I got up. My mother asked me to wash. After a while, I came out of the bathroom and saw the food on the table and lost my appetite. My mother asked me to have breakfast. I said I had no appetite, but my mother insisted on it because she was afraid of my stomach trouble again! I crustily skin of head and sat down to eat a few mouthfuls, then put down my chopsticks and walked out the door.

Dad came out with my breakfast and asked me to eat it. I didn't eat it. He got angry and scolded me. I took a gamble and ate a mouthful of rice.

Just then, manager Cai came, and he happened to have a camera. Seeing my little temper with my dad, he teased me and said, "Teacher Zhou lost his temper. This is a very good sight! Take a photo! " General Cai's words annoyed me, and my eyes fell down very unwillingly.

"Click", a shutter sound, photographed my embarrassing appearance.

The next day, Cai, the general manager, developed the photo and I put it in a permanent photo album.

Now I am an adult, I have grown up!

The story of old photos

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one!

My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there is always a phone ringing, and the ringing is annoying or even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.

At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought the bell would haunt my father like a ghost, just like eating at home, but to my surprise, my father turned off his phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I even enlarged that photo on purpose.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see a picture in my mind and feel my father by my side.

At this moment, I no longer think that the bell is a ghost, but that it is so sweet, because it proves that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

The story of old photos

This photo was taken at home when my daughter was in the second grade of primary school. At that time, my family lived in a dry building and lived on the fifth floor. The room is a little damp, and there are many moldy black spots on the wall. One of the glass windows has been broken for two years, so I just make do with a calendar paper. I can't help it. Everyone is busy.

The double-card recorder on the desk is a big item at home, which cost more than 400 yuan. I spent 10 yuan buying Teresa Teng's songs from a smuggler in front of a shopping mall and listening to them secretly at home, because it was forbidden at that time. But I like listening.

One day, my daughter came home from school and said, "Mom. The teacher left a composition, but what if she couldn't write it? " I asked her what topic. He said, "If you don't make a proposition, just write a flower."

Seeing that my daughter couldn't write it after thinking hard, I inspired her to say, "Linlin, do you think that potted flower on our windowsill looks good?" "Beautiful Red Flower" daughter is enjoying pomegranate flowers.

So I then asked her, "How many years has that potted flower been in our house?" "For several years, I can't remember."

I asked her again, "Who gave us that potted flower?" "Grandma Wang next door."

I then asked my daughter, "How does my mother water the flowers every day? What did the flowers look like when they first came? " What did it become? When she said this, her daughter said excitedly, "Mom, I want to write this pomegranate flower! "

Two days later, my daughter came home from school with a proud face and said to me, "Mom, our teacher Gao read my composition" My Pomegranate Flower "in front of the whole class today, which made me float (look).

Seeing my daughter happy, I said to her, "Writing a composition is actually not difficult. As long as you always pay attention to the little things around you, keep more diaries and read more books, you will be inspired. "

At that time, my family had a Tom camera. That day, my husband left this somewhat artificial photo for our mother and daughter. Although there are some artificial elements, it is true to help my daughter write a composition. Every time I see this photo, I am deeply moved. ...

The story of old photos

This was taken when my aunt and I broke off the mother-daughter relationship.

When I was a child, I grew up from my aunt's parents, where there were my dear grandparents, my lovely little sister, my kind "mom and dad" and my brother and sister … I was a "happy little angel" at that time.

When I was two years old, my mother suddenly changed her mind and asked my aunt to invite me back. At that time, my grandparents cried, "Mom and Dad" cried, my neighbor's little sister cried, I cried, and even God, who has always been unsympathetic to me, cried-it began to rain that day.

But my mother doesn't seem to sympathize with all this. She still wants me to go back. From then on, my aunt became a crybaby, that is, from then on, I changed and became a grumpy girl.

A few days after my mother came back to me (that is, a week), my aunt came to my house again and said to my mother, "His grandparents miss her. Let me take her back to live for a few days. " Mom doesn't agree, maybe because he is afraid of losing me again!

While we were eating, my aunt secretly put me on my bike and drove home. On the way, I said, "Mom, go, my mom will catch up soon." This makes my aunt laugh and cry.

But a few minutes later, my mother caught up with me. ...

Mom, why did you bring me back? Why did you hurt a good family?

I long for my old life.

There are many photos at home, but I only like one in particular. That's graduation photo that I took with my classmates and teachers when I attended the summer art training class in kindergarten. I have always kept it well.

There are more than twenty children in our training class, all of whom are very clever, but the teacher likes me very much because I study hard.

The two in the last row of the photo are our teachers. Male surname Luo. At that time, he was still studying in the Fine Arts Department of Southwest Normal University. He taught us to sketch. The woman's surname is Mi, who teaches us crayon drawing.

When I first arrived at the training class, I was poor at drawing, but Miss Mi kept teaching me by hand. Under her patient guidance, my painting has made great progress, and I like painting more. I usually paint whenever I have time. When I was in the big class, my paintings Song of Autumn and Story of Spring were also published in Quxian Daily.

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

Memories of a photo

Every time I open the photo album and see the photos, I will think of the blue sky like blue pigments, the rolling snow-capped mountains like white carpets, and the scene of me riding a big horse on the grassland.

I remember that it was May Day holiday, and my parents took me to the plateau to play. As soon as I got to the plateau, I rushed out of the car and lay on the endless grassland. I looked at the blue sky as if it had been washed by rain, and the white clouds were like boats ready to go, dotted with small flowers. At this time, my mother found me a big white horse, and my father carried me on horseback. My horse took me for a slow walk on the grassland like a gentleman. I smell the flowers from time to time, and touch the mane on my horse from time to time. My heart is intoxicated with nature. It was then that my father took this photo of me.

Although I live in the city now and go out with tall buildings, my heart still likes blue sky, white clouds, green grass and running horses. My heart is with nature.

a photo

The annual school sports meeting is over. Although I didn't participate in it, I got an unexpected harvest-a photo.

This is a photo I took for Chen. The photo is a touching scene: Chen runs desperately in front; The teacher is in hot pursuit; Students are screaming at the side, come on!

I can't help thinking of the scene at that time. Before the competition, the results of our class were not very satisfactory, but the teacher was very worried. If we don't get good grades on the last day, our total score will drop to fourth place. Today is the women's 800-meter final, which is the strength of our class, because our class has "double insurance" (Chen and Hu Xiaoxiao), but Hu Xiaoxiao just ran 100 meters, and the insurance coefficient of 800 meters is not high. The most important thing now is that Chen can't make any mistakes.

The athletes are doing warm-up exercises, and the tactics are arranged nervously next to Mr. Li: first run with them and finally sprint 200 meters. The students next to them also secretly cheered for them.

The starting gun rang and the game began. The athletes chased each other and fought fiercely. It may be that Chen Xiaozhong's own strength is not bad, and he grabbed the first place with them from the beginning. This is what teacher Li desperately shouted: follow them first, follow them first. Chen slowed down at this. Suddenly, an athlete in another class quickened his pace and slowly pulled away from Chen. The situation is very serious. That athlete is already 30 meters ahead. And it is only 200 meters from the finish line.

Just as the students were in a hurry, they heard Miss Li shout: Come on, everyone. Suddenly, there was a loud refueling sound of our class on the playground. Hearing this sound, Chen suddenly shook his feet, quickened his pace and shortened the distance. The students cheered even harder, 20 meters, 10 meters. When he turned the last corner, it was only 5 meters away, and it seemed that he could not catch up. At this time, the students could not help waving their hands. The teacher followed Chen and shouted desperately, "Hold on, chase, hold on, chase". Only Chen gritted his teeth and quickened his pace. Near, near, seeing this scene, I quickly picked up the camera and pressed the shutter, leaving this moment.

In the end, Chen won the championship as he wished, and our class also achieved the third good result in the group. Every time I see this photo, I think: unity is strength.

One of my favorite photos.

There are many photos at home, and my favorite one is the one I took in China Dinosaur Park.

Look! There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky, and there are many small stones with different shapes on the beach. There is also a boat on the beach, and there is a coconut tree behind me, with lush foliage, like a big green umbrella. I'm standing at the stern. I wear a yellow cotton-padded jacket on my upper body, blue jeans with a little pattern on my lower body, and a pair of red sports shoes at my feet. I put my hands behind my back and my feet apart. My eyes narrowed into a line because of the strong sunshine.

Looking at this photo, I can't help but think of the scene when I took the photo. I remember my father and several aunts and I went to the China Dinosaur Park. At that time, when we were playing on the beach, I saw a boat ahead, so I jumped on it. My father took the opportunity to take this photo.

I like this photo very much.

Open my thick photo album and see my favorite photos. This is a photo of me going to Shaoguan to play with water. I was deeply impressed by the beautiful scenery there.

I remember that on New Year's Day this year, my parents took me to travel to the Grand Canyon. Walking into the Grand Canyon Scenic Area, I saw a sparkling water bridge. People waded across the bridge, and I walked barefoot on the water bridge with excitement. At first, I walked carefully and felt the water flowing through my little feet, as if kissing my little feet. I can't help but pick up those little guys. Just then, I heard my mother's voice. In the photo, I am wearing a white hat and skirt, sticking out of small tongue and playing with water happily!

Every time I see this photo, I think of the scenic Grand Canyon, the interesting water bridge and the happy trip.

One of my favorite photos.

I kept a photo of Zhang Zhengui in the photo album. This is a photo I took at the top of Duxiu Mountain. As soon as I saw me in the photo, I clearly saw the scene of climbing Duxiufeng at that time.

It was the winter vacation last year. My father and I took a bus to Guangxi Normal University to climb Duxiufeng. We came to the foot of Duxiu Peak. I looked up and said, "Ah, Du Xiufeng is really tall!" I can't help shouting. Then, my father and I climbed Du Xiufeng. At first, I thought it was easy to climb Duxiufeng. Along the way, we also saw many trees growing in cracks in the stones in Kobanawa. We walked more than one meter.

The children continued to climb the stone mountain road more than one meter wide. Halfway up the hill, I was sweating and my clothes were wet. I saw a gazebo in front of me and said to my father, "Dad, let's have a rest in the gazebo and stop climbing." Dad shook his head and said, "No, you have to finish what you started. You can't give up halfway. You have to finish what you started." After listening to my father's words, I thought: Yes, persistence is victory. So, I took a deep breath, mustered up my strength and continued to climb. The flowers and trees on the roadside make the sound of "sand, sand" under the breeze, as if to encourage me to say, "Come on! Come on! " Finally, my father and I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. I looked out with my eyes up, and the distant peaks were as hazy as ink, like landscape paintings outlined by painters, while the nearby mountains were as green as jade. "Oh, what a beautiful scenery!" I can't help admiring. When I was intoxicated with this beautiful scenery, I only heard a click, and my father photographed my unforgettable moment.

I love this photo, because it makes me understand that it takes hard work to enjoy beauty, and you can't give up halfway.