Take photos, look at pictures and write a composition.

1. If you can take pictures, just look at the pictures and write words. On a bright morning, Honger got up early because he and his father had made an appointment to take photos in Xuanhua Garden tomorrow.

As a result, Honger began to dress herself up beautifully, which was different in peacetime. After breakfast, Honger and her father set off.

Look! Xiao Ming is really dressed beautifully, an orange white-collar coat, red pants below and brown canvas shoes that grandma bought for Honger. When she arrived at Xuanhua Park, Honger looked around and said to her father, "Dad, let's take pictures on the lawn!" " "Dad said," good! So Honger and her father went to the middle of the lawn.

Then, dad took out a new camera from his wallet. Honger has a smile on her face. Dad said, "Honger, start taking pictures." Kaka! The photos came out. It's really good.

Suddenly, Cher accidentally fell down from the house next door. So, Honger immediately ran to help Cher.

Dad takes this opportunity to take pictures, Kaka! The photo came out again. Red helped Cher up, and Cher quickly said, "Thank you, Red."

Red replied, "You're welcome, Cher. When I got home, my father showed the photo to Honger, and Honger thought, This photo is really beautiful, and I am very satisfied.

2. Take photos, look at pictures and write words. One day, Xiao Ming and his father went to the park to play.

As soon as I walked into the park gate, I saw many fragrant flowers in the flower bed, including red, yellow, purple and blue. The color is beautiful!

Dad said, "Xiaoming, the scenery here is good." I'll take a picture of you standing in front of this flower bed. " Xiao Ming said, "OK."

Suddenly, Xiao Ming ran away. His father said, "Xiao Ming's photo hasn't been taken yet. What are you going to do? "

It turned out that Xiao Ming saw a little sister fall, and Xiao Ming ran to help her. When dad saw it, he immediately pressed the shutter and took a picture of Xiaoming helping others.

After the photo was developed, my father looked at it and said, "The scenery here is beautiful, and Xiaoming's heart is more beautiful." Xiao Ming is flattered by this.

3. Look at the picture and write a composition: A meaningful photography (500 words) It is not uncommon to have a camera in today's society, but at the moment of pressing the shutter, have you ever thought about the significance of photography? Some people say that photography is the handprint of civilization, and I quite agree with this metaphor.

Because as soon as it appeared, it was deeply branded as a "civilian". Although photography has been a "toy" of the rich for a long time, it has aristocratic lineage, but its bold and unconstrained character in its bones determines that it will eventually "run away from home" to fight and find its position and role in the changing world. It caters to the mainstream direction of contemporary civilization progress and has strong vitality.

But sometimes, when I see some photos, I feel like I've been punched by a ruthless bullet, and the invisible blood is flowing mercilessly, so I can't help covering my chest. At this point, you don't feel a little happy, but you feel a heavy pressure on you.

Photography faces two choices at this time. One is artistic, and the other is documentary.

Photographers are also faced with a kind of confusion, a kind of thinking and a kind of pain. Is photography regarded as a kind of personal catharsis, just like a writer's pen that climbs the grid? Or is it pure artistic creation, such as a colored brush in the hand of a painter? Or, use it as a weapon? Scalpel? Maybe it has diversity.

Just as literature has a beautiful and soft side, it also has a side full of strength and blood and tears. But what is the main significance of photography? What is the most fascinating part of its charm? Photography is an instantaneous freeze of real images, which is doomed to be fundamentally different from other arts.

Photography is the moment that determines eternity. A photographer will eventually get old and die, but the meaningful photos he takes may never disappear, but will last forever.

And the story after the photo may deeply touch generations. The charm of photography lies in its truth and its moment.

The story behind the photo, the thinking after the moment. This is the greatness of the photographer and the responsibility of the photographer.

To find the universal meaning contained in photos, and the real universal meaning is sincerity and kindness that can touch people's hearts; The hidden heartache, the sigh * * *; That kind of sad anger, that kind of wordless moving. If you can find that universal meaning with a camera, then you are a photographer.

No matter what kind of camera you use, no matter whether you shoot artistically or not. As long as your heart is looking for it, you are a photographer.

This is the meaning of photography.

4. Look at the picture and write the second book of grade two. How to write the most beautiful photos. On a sunny afternoon, Xiao Ning said to her father, "Dad, let's take pictures in the park."

Dad readily agreed and set off with Xiao Ning and the camera. When he arrived at the park, Xiao Ning was attracted by the scenery in the park: Peach Blossoms blushed with laughter; Willow shook its long green braid; White clouds are floating all over the sky ... Xiao Ning can't wait to say to his father, "Dad, take a picture for me quickly. I can't wait. Look at the beautiful scenery here! Do you want to take pictures before playing? " "OK," Dad said while debugging the camera.

Xiao Ning suddenly ran to the willow hem POS, and suddenly ran to the edge of the flower bed to do this action. Dad kept pressing the shutter and took one beautiful photo after another. Xiao Ning was taking a happy photo when suddenly a loud cry came from behind him. He turned strangely, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent and ran away like a rabbit.

Dad saw it and thought, where is this kid going? Go and have a look! Dad followed him and followed him to a willow tree. It turned out that a little sister tripped over a stone and was crying there. Xiao Ning bent down to help her tearful little sister, patted the dust on her body, dried her tears and asked kindly, "Little sister, does it hurt?" Be careful next time. "

Just listen to "click", dad pressed the shutter in time and took this scene. On the way home, dad turned out this photo and kept looking at it, smiling and saying, "This is the most beautiful photo, because there is a kind heart in it!" " " .

Write a composition about the photo story. I remember that on my fifth birthday, my brother, sister and second sister came to my house. We played and played, and we were very happy. It's time to eat, but we are still immersed in the happiness just now, with a bright smile on our faces. Sitting in front of a round table full of dishes and a big cake in the middle, I don't know where to start! I grabbed a big piece of cake and wolfed it down. My mouth is full of cream. I didn't wipe it, so I drank coke. At this moment, I suddenly heard my second sister cry with a "wow". Did she miss the cake? Or did you fall? I carefully "inquired"! Laughing makes my stomach ache. It turned out that my father wanted to take a picture of my second sister, and she cried as soon as she heard it. Second sister is really strange. Other children like taking pictures, such as me, my sister and my brother. Everyone likes shooting. But second sister doesn't like it. She also said that it was scary when the camera lit up when taking pictures.

I continued to drink my coke and saw my sister talking and persuading around my second sister. Also said that this is also to commemorate it! It's hard for big sister, but it's also voluntary. After many twists and turns, she was finally persuaded to succeed. Second sister promised to take a photo with us. "Click-"left a good memory. This photo is like this: I am drinking coke with relish, frowning, depressed and unhappy. Next to the second sister is the elder sister, who is holding the second sister with a kind face. As for my brother, he is eating chicken legs.

There is a photo in my photo album, which was taken when I was a child. In the photo, I was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and rolling in the snow. I was covered with snowflakes, and a snowball hit me right in the face, just like a Santa Claus. But I am still very happy, with a bright smile on my face. Every time I see this photo, I can't help thinking of one thing.

It was a cold winter morning, and everything was wrapped in silver. Pedestrians on the road are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, leaving footprints of different shades on the snow-covered road.

I proposed a snowball fight and everyone agreed. So my mother took me to have a snowball fight with big brother and second brother.

After a while, we came to the field. Looking around, I saw the endless fields were white and there was no one there. This is really a militant scene.

The battle began, and all three of us stepped up our time to make "weapons"-snowballs. In a short time, the weapons of the three of us were ready. The eldest brother and the second brother went to war first, only to see the second brother hiding behind a tree and shooting at the eldest brother fiercely. Not to be outdone, the eldest brother not only avoided the second brother's wave after wave of attacks, but also launched a counterattack. I hid aside and prepared to steal it again when they all lost.

After all, eldest brother is better than others. In a short time, he beat the second brother out of the water, but he also ran out of shells. At this time, I just launched an attack on them, and they were caught off guard and fled in confusion. This annoyed my two brothers, who ganged up on me. Snowballs rained down on me, and I couldn't dodge, covered in snowflakes. Suddenly, a big snowball hit me, and I rolled with a carp and fell to the ground. But it didn't last long. I saw my second brother rush in front of me, grabbed a snowball and hit me. I quickly rolled aside, but it was too late, with "beep!" Suddenly, I became a big face. With a click, my mother pressed the shutter of the camera and took this funny scene. The three of us continue to fight. Laughter and shouts echoed in the sky for a long time.

Although it has been several years, I still can't help laughing when I see this photo. How I wish I were a boy again and had snowball fights with my brothers!

6. Unit 2, Volume 1, Grade 5 Look at the picture and write a composition of about 250 words (take photos). There are crystal clear rivers, blue skies and restless baby rain. They are all messengers of nature.

But I like the beautiful fields full of peasant breath. In spring, the farmer's uncle sowed the seeds of harvest, and the whole field was filled with the breath of spring.

You see, those seedlings with straight backs are standing there like hundreds of soldiers. A breeze blew, and the saplings danced waltz wildly, and the melody of the dance seemed to linger in people's ears.

The seedlings grow tall and strong. Everything is green. From a distance, it looks like a green carpet on fertile land.

Walking quietly into the field, you can still hear frogs. It's beautiful. And the sound of running water in that stream, like a beautiful note, will suddenly make people forget their troubles.

The sound of "quack" and the sound of "thud" interweave into a cheerful symphony. Hey! What is that? When you look closer, it turns out to be clusters of fragrance.