Excellent composition with pictures

In study, work and even life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so they are familiar with it. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are the excellent composition pictures I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Excellent composition 1 On the ribbon of memory, there is a picture called happiness. It is fixed on the sour and sweet growing grape trellis and on the carefree grassland of childhood.

It was a deep sky like sapphire, with an orange sunset on the horizon, and the hair in my ear was gently blown up by the breeze. There are three naive girls, chasing, and the sweet honey in their hearts merges into a river, flowing into a string of laughter. At that moment, that perfect time remained in my memory forever, reflected in my tearful eyes. It turns out that this is called happiness … those three innocent girls are my cousin's and mine. We grew up together, slept in the same bed, shared a cup, and even walked hand in hand, unwilling to part.

That time was the time when we finally caught grasshoppers together, and it was also the happiest time for us. The night wind gently brushed our three childish faces, and we tirelessly chased, ran, sang and shouted ... Happiness was called when we were young, and we didn't understand it until we grew up. The friendship between us is so pure that the air is filled with the smell of our happiness. They are younger than me, but they love me as much as I love them. During our six years together, we will be together and do everything together except school time. That kind of intimacy and attachment is the unique wealth of our childhood.

With the growth of age and the increase of study pressure, the time and times of reunion are less and less, and we will eventually forget each other in the polishing of time. People grow up, but that feeling doesn't grow up. We can never find that childhood again, but will we choose to forget that happiness?

Taking out the old memories, I burst into tears like eating sour grapes, but my heart was also so sweet that I was elated.

It is fixed in the long river of my memory. Still so clear, never fade. Because it is called happiness, it is my treasured wealth, it is the witness of our friendship and perfect family relationship, and it is the perfect memory of our happy childhood.

On the ribbon of memory, the scene of catching grasshoppers for the last time, although it has gone through vicissitudes, is still clear. Looking back at the clear picture frozen in my memory, I gently said to myself: goodbye, childhood.

Memory is a drop of water scattered in the palm of your hand, a star that suddenly appears in the fuzzy sky. I can't forget that photo.

When I was a child, I was very greedy. I often nag my grandmother to buy me cotton candy. I think cotton candy is the most delicious and beautiful thing in the world. It is colorful and melts in my mouth. At that time, no matter how busy my grandmother was, she would put down her work and go shopping with me.

When I was a child, I didn't know how cotton candy was made, but I thought it was amazing. People who sell cotton candy always pour a spoonful of sugar into a small round hole and then stir it around with a thin stick. After a while, the marshmallow came out, as light as a fairy. At this time, I always ask my grandmother, "Grandma, why do cotton candy suddenly appear?" Grandma said kindly, "Because you are Princess Cotton Candy, and Cotton Candy likes you, so she came out." At this time, I will skip around while eating and say, "I am a marshmallow princess!" " I'm princess marshmallow! "Grandma will whisper," you are the most beautiful little princess. "

Now that I am grown up, I understand how marshmallows are made. Every week when I go home, I will go to my grandmother's house and talk to her about the past. Grandma will smile and say, "You are a silly girl. At that time, you believed everything I said, and a marshmallow princess could be happy for several days, hahaha … "Whenever grandma's kind face was filled with happiness, my heart was always full.

Now that grandma is old, I am also a resident. I always worry about my grandma at school. I'd rather be grandma's silly girl and grandma's "marshmallow princess!" "

I've been grandma's stupid girl all my life!

Looking up, there are winding mountains, majestic and steep mountains, endless roads and dark and deep nights. Hunger and fear came upon us, and the night was horribly silent. Move your feet, drag your tired body, cross another mountain, and another one. When will this long road come to an end?

Tired and bitter

In rags and old sandals, 180 days and nights. I don't remember when it started. It was dark and my vision was blurred. The passage of the night drained my last energy. The road ahead is more and more bumpy, the wind is flying and the rain is beating on the ground. I don't know why, this night is as dark as an abyss and will never end. The darkness in front of me, the hunger and thirst of my body, only indomitable fighting spirit and the belief of winning bring me courage and strength to advance. I will never fall!

Surprise and danger

The wind is bleak, the iron rope is cold, and wave after wave breaks the sky. The waves rolled and roared. My former brothers and comrades rushed up. Bullets of bullets, life and death, they are desperate for the distant and close-at-hand ideal in their hearts. The coldness of the chain can't cool their fiery hearts. Every step, someone will fall. They struggled instinctively when they fell, but they were smiling a little. Leave the opportunity of life to others, but let yourself be reduced to capital.

Cold and hunger

Thousands of miles of snow, Wan Li frost, struggling to move forward. A piece of snow sealed the vast mountains, but it could not seal everyone's footsteps. We walked slowly along the back of the snow-capped mountains, surrounded by unpredictable dangers. The snow didn't reach the knee. Let's look at the dry food bag. There is no dry food. Hunger and cold enveloped my heart, like a lingering shadow, like an inevitable enemy. Thin clothes can't stop the cold and sting people's skin. How can a few days of hunger make people depressed?

Step by step, the endless road will end!

Pictures of past struggles, pictures of overcoming hardships. Vivid in my mind, fixed in my heart, always in my heart, let me never forget.

During the epidemic, a group of people stuck to their ordinary posts. Although they are ordinary people, they left us some unforgettable pictures.

During the epidemic, there was an unforgettable picture. A doctor in protective clothing pushes an 80-year-old man lying in a hospital bed to watch the sunset. The old man held a thin hand and pointed to the sunset hanging obliquely in the sky. The doctor stopped to look out, and the figure in the afterglow was really unforgettable. The old man who was hospitalized for nearly a month finally enjoyed the long-lost sunset, and his face should be smiling. Seeing this picture, I was very moved, and tears swirled in my eyes. Perhaps the beauty of the world is nothing more than mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the stars, and the twilight of the Milky Way. It is the happiest to be accompanied by love. This picture reflects the confidence of doctors and the elderly, and will definitely win the epidemic prevention and control war. The old man pointed to the sunset as a symbol of victory.

During my stay in COVID-19, a picture on the Italian official website caught my attention. It's two nurses from China sitting in the hospital bed of Fangcang Hospital. The two nurses look exhausted. Behind them is an empty ward. They take care of all the patients, and they can't sit down and rest until the patients are discharged one by one. I was moved again. These nurses have made selfless contributions to patients with their own strength. If there are angels in the world, I believe it must be her and their countless appearances.

I sincerely thank these silently dedicated medical staff. They convey love with actions and warmth with smiles. They are the loveliest people. Pay tribute to the medical staff.

In the quiet days of life, I grew, moved and gained. Ordinary years also have charming scenery, and fatherly love is the most beautiful picture in my memory.

The weather in July and August is like a child's face. It changes when you say it. A day to make up lessons in summer vacation. The wind roared, the lightning flashed and thundered, and it rained cats and dogs again.

I thought it was a thunderstorm, but it was still raining outside the classroom window, and I began to fidget. How can I go home in such a heavy rain? "Bell-"was over, but everyone lost their vitality and faded in class.

"alas!" There was a sigh in the classroom. I looked up at the sky. It was still so gloomy that I had to bite the bullet and rush home.

"Oh, what a heavy rain." I was soaked to the skin in a short time. "Forget it, it's all out." I tried to comfort myself.

When I finally got home, my grandparents hurried out to help me carry my schoolbag. "Where's your dad?" "I don't understand." "How did that happen? As soon as it rains, he will send a raincoat. " Confusion and worry flooded grandma's face. He hurried back to his room. One, two and three calls went unanswered. "What can I do? I should ... bah, look at my crow mouth. " Grandma said to herself.

After half past twelve, someone knocked at the door, and I strode to open it. "Dad, you're back!" Grandma also rushed over: "Where have you been, dead child?" ""I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll wait for you near the school. Suddenly, a car came and knocked me down. My hand is bleeding, so I must go to the hospital first. Sorry, I can't give you my raincoat. " I looked up at my father. My dark face is covered with traces of rain and dirt. Although I was wearing a raincoat, my clothes were completely soaked. I stepped forward and grabbed my father's hand. I saw a bright red wound through the gauze. My tears suddenly flowed down and fell on the gauze, mixed with my father's blood, and my eyes suddenly stopped.

People often say that maternal love is like water, but I think dad's love is not only as great as a mountain, but also as delicate as water. I firmly believe that it is supported by pictures fixed in memory.

There is a cherry tree in my grandfather's house. Whenever the cherry ripening season comes, I will go back to my grandfather's house. I can always think of this cherry tree when I see it.

When I was a child, I often stood under the cherry tree, looked up at the ruby-like cherry, swallowed my saliva and reached out several times, but I couldn't reach it.

I liked to eat cherries when I was a child, so I always like to run away from home when cherries are ripe. Every time I go to grandpa's house, grandpa always conjures up a big bowl of juicy cherries, so I grab one and stuff it directly into my mouth. Grandpa smiled happily after seeing it.

Day after day, year after year, I grew bigger and bigger in the sweetness of cherries, while Grandpa's originally healthy body became thinner and thinner with the passage of years. I finally touched the cherry. I picked some cherries and chewed them slowly in my mouth. Sweet juice runs down my throat, which is really refreshing. Grandpa stood on crutches and watched me eat with a smile. This warm and harmonious picture really touched me. I hope we can be together forever.

However, one day, my elderly grandfather fell off the stool and was admitted to the hospital because he was picking cherries. I went to the hospital to visit him. My grandfather just closed his eyes peacefully and his head was drooping with gray hair. I'm afraid my grandfather will ...

That year, cherries were very prosperous, red and big, shining with ruby-like brilliance. The sun shone on my face through the leaves. I picked one and threw it in my mouth. There is still a faint fragrance, but why is it sour?

I stared at the lush leaves, and my childhood memories gathered bit by bit. ...

Now, grandpa is standing under the tree again and sees a big red cherry. He stands on tiptoe, raises his right arm high, reaches for the cherry, and his outstretched hand is blue and purple. Grandpa is old.

Recalling these, my eyes are moist, and these pictures of grandpa picking cherries make me very moved. I am looking forward to picking these red and big cherries next year and respectfully giving them to my grandfather, so that the smile that seems to have eaten honey will bloom on his face again and the happy flowers will bloom in his heart.

In the cold night wrapped in smoke and fire, this year's Spring Festival has become a thing of the past, quietly sinking into the long river of history.

From the second day of junior high school, the tide of visiting relatives and friends began early. The streets are full of people coming and going. It seems that everyone wants to visit all the people who have relations with them. There is an intoxicating festive atmosphere brewing in the air. Of course, the most exciting thing is the lively scene when friends and relatives get together.

On the third day, my sister and I braved the drizzle to visit relatives. When we arrived at my second aunt's house, the five of us carried the gift box upstairs to our chins. Before I entered the door, I heard a commotion in the room-the sound of conversation and the tinkling of pots and pans. As soon as I entered the door, I saw that menstruation's family was full of people. The kitchen, bedroom and living room are all crowded. Seven aunts, cousins, cousins and uncles are all there. As soon as the elder sister-in-law entered the door, she rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen to help cook. We chatted in the living room. A small family suddenly crowded so many people that I became stiff and felt that I didn't know where to put my hands.

Soon, the fruits of elder sister-in-law and second aunt's labor were brought to the table, and a dozen people finally set up their positions around the table and sat down. In all kinds of concessions and persuasion, we raised chopsticks.

When we were almost finished eating, two chefs came out of the mountains, picked up aprons and sat down to eat. While eating, they talked to us. It was nothing more than some short gossip from parents, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were contradictory. I can't remember clearly. My elder sister-in-law told her daughters that when she was young, there were all girls at home, and the neighbors asked her mother to prepare more fires for her daughters. She asked her what to burn. The neighbor said: "The daughters ate the fire, and it will take a hundred years for the daughter and mother to meet again." I suddenly have a sour nose and mixed feelings in my heart

Mothers laughed when the children spoke. Her face was rosy and calm, and Ann listened quietly. When the mothers spoke, the children smiled and nodded from time to time, as if they were educated. In a trance, the incandescent lamp with cold light also becomes warm, which makes people feel tired and intoxicated in this happy picture.

The old man has walked a long way unconsciously, but he still stubbornly refuses to stop, as if he were catching something. The road he traveled left many memories, and the picture in my memory happened to be that photo.

It was a sunny morning, and the wind was playfully blowing on my collar. The faint scent of summer grass is fragrant, and the willows are floating in the wind, celebrating for us happily. It was a sad and happy day. Happily, we graduated from the sixth grade and can enter junior high school. Tragically, it is more a symbol of parting, just as sad as a farewell eulogy. Friends from Class 4, Grade 6 are standing on the steps, covered with red blankets. Although everyone's face is full of smiles, their hearts are full of the pain of parting. With the flash of the camera, all our memories are registered on it.

Now I hold that dusty photo, but my inner memories reveal infinite beauty. That photo records not only that moment, but also a collective memory. Memories come to mind, and I still remember the song "Let's Paddle" sung together in the chorus competition. Remember to throw sandbags together on the playground; I still remember that at the New Year's Day party, we grabbed the bench together ... I remember everything and I can't forget it.

Entering middle school is like entering a new world, where there is no joy, no games, only boring talk, as if everyone's childlike innocence has disappeared. I tried my best to save these situations, but I found it was in vain, just like looking for that ray of light in the dark, but I didn't expect it to be drowned by the darkness and my childlike innocence. I can't go back. I can only adapt to all changes silently. But fortunately, there is still that photo, which still retains my memory.

Sometimes, my mind carries a frozen picture, and this picture carries the beauty locked in my heart-that dusty memory.

There are many pictures in my life that I can't forget. I think the most unforgettable picture is the change of four seasons in nature.

Life in spring

When the horn of spring blows away the frozen winter, the frozen spring water and the vast land, I can't wait to open my sleepy eyes. In spring, the curtain of life finally opens again, and the withered branches grow green buds, and the withered flowers grow new branches and buds. Spring, the beginning of life, this picture makes me linger.

Summer irrigation

When the raindrops in summer water new life, wash the turbid mind and give warm greetings to the plants on the earth. Rain is a frequent visitor in summer. In the rainy season, I like to stay alone in the small window, observe the throb outside the window, feel the existence of life, the process of summer and growth, and such a picture makes me linger.

autumn harvest

When the autumn wind blows down the flaming maple leaves, the wheat in the rice fields turns yellow, which warms the hearts of farmers' uncles. The golden wheat was cut by the farmer's uncle in bundles, and their hearts were very satisfied, because they could finally get paid for working for a year. Autumn, the moment of harvest, such a picture makes me linger.

The purity of winter

When winter snow falls on flowing rivers, flat roofs and children's hands. In winter, people's faces are still as warm as the sun, even though the cold north is biting. It is white and flawless, it is kind, it puts new makeup on the tree, making him less indifferent; It covers the grass with a quilt to avoid freezing; It is full of sunshine for the mountain, so that it is no longer cold, winter, pure season, such a picture, let me linger.

Nature is magical and beautiful, and the pictures of these four seasons make me linger.

Excellent composition 10 There are many pictures floating in my memory, some of which are fleeting like dreams, while others are lingering like shadows. In the gallery of memories, there is a different story behind every memory. When a picture floats in front of your eyes, maybe you will raise your mouth and smile; Maybe you will frown; Or maybe your eyes are full of tears.

Many times, things that we thought we would never forget for a lifetime were forgotten by us in the days that we never forget. However, everyone is recalling the past, and in that short time, we missed the picture fixed in memory.

I still remember that winter, an abnormal winter. I'm glad to see the "legendary" snow this winter. Although there is not as much snow and purity as written in the book, I have experienced the taste of snow personally. It is really extraordinary! Standing in front of the window, pulling open the curtains, watching the snow falling from the sky, like a dancing elf, she is so pure and perfect. Watching them slowly fall on the roof, on the ground, on the trees, and slowly covering the earth, occasionally small snowflakes fall on the windowsill, and carefully observe its shape. Each piece is very delicate and beautiful like a work of art. I stretch out my palm to meet the cold brought by snowflakes, but I feel warm in my heart. After all, there is no snow in the south.

I think it is precisely because of the existence of snow that the north wind will not feel lonely in the cold winter; Will not let people walking in the street feel lonely; Added a trace of life to the whole winter.

Snowball fights are the happiest thing for children. Take off your gloves, feel the cold in winter and welcome the baptism of heavy snow. "pa!" Snowball blooms from my side, and the perfect picture is fixed at this moment.

Time flies, infinitely passing, and this perfect picture can only be grasped by yourself. I tried to string together the pictures in my memory and found that these pictures are like a symphony of life, playing a wonderful life for everyone!

1 1 Love is a storage box in my mind, which can hold thousands of things in Qian Qian, and that thing still reminds me today.

20 1 1 year, a year worth mourning. The Yushu earthquake opened everyone's heart, and the collapse of stone slabs and houses ruthlessly suppressed the elderly, adults and children. Fortunately, I can survive; Unfortunately, he lost his life. But the best that can survive is a one-winged angel.

My sister and I are determined to visit these poor children.

After running all the way, we arrived at the disaster area. The children are all sad, and I think the heavy pressure should have crushed their hearts. We came to the children's school. It can be said that children living in cities are thousands of times better than those living in disaster areas-humble desks, tattered chairs, rusty washbasins, 10 dormitory with only 30 square meters, and a classroom with 70 students in a class. This is not a happy childhood for children in ................................................................................................. So I brought them some toys. I want them to enjoy the joy and happiness of city life. Although he lost his family, I will try my best to contribute.

I walked on and saw a little brother who was five or six years old crying. We ran up and asked, "What's wrong with you, little brother?" "My mother is missing, elder sister, can you help me find my mother?" Only then did my sister know that my brother had lost his mother and said, "Your mother has gone far away, and she will see you there!" " "The little brother smile through tears, ran and friends over.

what is love ? Love is a caring attitude; Love is the act of helping others; Love is kindness that warms others; Love is meticulous care; Love has always been a painting, which makes me relaxed and happy.

Love is the gentle wind in spring that rolls into our hearts and makes us feel comfortable; Love is the sunset in autumn, enjoy the leisure of the sunset with us; Love is the continuous sunshine and cold wind in winter, bathing us and refreshing.

Excellent composition 12 "Huhuhu", cold wind mixed with drizzle accompanied by the arrival of the night, quietly arrived.

I walked out of the school gate and looked at the endless night. It suddenly occurred to me that I might go home for dinner today. I thought my mother should stand at the school gate and wait for the parent-teacher conference. I feel a little sad in my heart.

Just as I was about to walk in the direction of homesickness, a familiar and warm call rang in my ear: "Live in Lin Chuan." It's mom. I turned my head and didn't know what to do. I saw my mother coming up to me slowly, handing me a warm bag and saying, "I bought you dinner at the pie shop." Hurry up when you go home, or it will get cold ... "At that moment, my heart was warmed by a warm current called" Touching ",and my mother stood in the dark with a bag in her hand. I also remembered the mistakes I usually made to my mother, talking back to her, ignoring her, and the results of this quiz. The so-called "rebellious period" psychology immediately collapsed and drifted away with the cold wind. My eyes are involuntarily moist and my throat is a little dry. I can only answer my mother with "well, it's fine", for fear that she will hear what's wrong with me. My mother told me again, "If you are afraid of the cold, close the window when you get home and call me when you get home." Then I reluctantly left.

I stood there looking at my mother's back, unable to recover. I touched the bag in my hand, and a warm current immediately came to my mind. I looked up, the silent night became a little more colorful, and the cold wind became warm. That cold night, my mother's love for me was particularly warm, which made me unforgettable.

Excellent picture composition 13 People always linger on the short-lived wonders and the magnificence of places of interest, but they don't know that beautiful pictures are always presented in life. On that day, that congenial photo made me linger and became the most beautiful picture in my heart.

The four seasons are constantly circulating. As soon as the heat of early summer is over, it will be late autumn in a blink of an eye. Autumn wind will jump out of one last dance with fallen leaves, turn over gorgeous curtains and land next to a pair of cloth shoes. I looked down and found an old couple sitting in front of me, chatting with the sunset.

"Well, do you remember when we first met?" "Yes, of course, I remember that year …" I couldn't help smiling. I caught up!

A gust of autumn wind swept the fallen leaves on the ground and blew grandma's thin skirt. "Cough, cough ..." "Really, we need to wear more clothes to keep warm." Grandpa frowned, got up and took a thick scarf and carefully wrapped it around grandma's neck. His fingers clumsily passed through grandma's hair, as if for a long time, and the scarf went round and round, just like the annual rings at that time. The simple scarf was filled with heavy thoughts of love. When they smile at each other, the world seems to be just the two of them, recording their stories and depicting the beautiful picture between them.

Finally, they got up and left arm in arm. They don't know who is helping them, or maybe they depend on each other. They are old, but not old. Maybe they will walk into the dusk together, but in my eyes, they are like the warmth of the morning sun. They walked into the light together, so dazzling that I couldn't leave. ...

The second hand flies, the sunny day will usher in the night, time flies, and the beautiful spring will usher in the winter, but the old couple's casual gestures have formed a picture of mutual affection, like the moon at night and the warm sun in winter, which makes me stop and linger.

Excellent picture composition 14 "The evening breeze blows the white hair between your temples and soothes the scars left by memories. Your eyes are interlaced with light and shadow, and your smile blooms. Twilight covers your faltering steps. You walk into the picture hidden by the bed and you talk with your head down there." Whenever I hear this song "It's windy", I always vaguely see a little boy holding the hand of a weather-beaten old man, strolling in the sunset. ...

"Chen Chen, can you recite the tomb of Leyou?" I shook my head and grandpa said, "Chen Chen, listen carefully. Grandpa read it to you: I am driving in the grave of my friends with the shadow of dusk. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. Do you know the meaning of this poem in Chen Chen? " I shook my head. I have never heard of this poem. How should I know? Grandpa said, "Chen Chen, grandpa explained it to you. You should remember it." I nodded my head. "I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Leyuan Scenic Area. Although the sunset is infinitely beautiful and makes people linger, it is near dusk. Grandpa, like the sunset, is about to set. " I remember nodding vaguely at that time. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of a glimmer of expectation in my grandfather's eyes.

Since then, I have asked my grandfather to tell me Tang poems, recite Song lyrics and read Yuan songs every day. Grandpa also enjoyed it.

On the eve of grandpa's serious illness, he told me a Tang poem, which was Du Qiuniang's "Edge Clothes". "I advise you not to cherish the clothes around you, but to cherish your youth. Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. " Grandpa walked out of his room without giving me an explanation and left me there alone. I understand the meaning of this poem: don't cherish splendor, but cherish youth. Just like blooming flowers, we should pick them in time. If you don't pick it in time, you can only break the branches when the spring flowers fall. Grandpa wants me to study hard. Don't waste youth. It also confirms what the internet said: children without umbrellas must run hard. If you don't work hard now, no one will be sad for you in the future.

"Heart blowing in the wind. Are you still willing in the name of love? " I woke up from a dream. Only by studying hard can I make grandpa happy.

Excellent composition 15 Many touching stories, not mixed with many languages. Just one look and one action can warm people's hearts.

It's a little hot at night. Just after the hot summer, the weather became gloomy and suffocating. "Ah, what's the matter?" Why is there an old man by the roadside? His head is a little broken, and there is a trace of blood oozing out. Several adults around him seemed to be talking on the phone, but no one went up to help him and let him lie on the cold road.

I crossed the road and asked an uncle, "What the hell happened here?" Uncle said, "The old man fell by himself. It fell badly. " "Why didn't anyone go up to help him?" "Hey, who dares? What do you do?" Listen to passers-by say, "poor old man, go up and help him." "Why don't you help?" "I'm afraid he will depend on me." "I will shoot. Or call 120. "

Hearing these words, my heart is cold. I was just about to help. A little girl carrying a schoolbag helped the old man in front of me. She slowly lifted the old man up from the ground, picked up the crutches on the ground and helped him to the next step bit by bit. The heat made her face covered with bean-sized sweat, dripping down her cheeks. Her calf was trembling slightly with heavy steps. I even breathe heavily, and I follow her every breath.

She carefully helped the old man up the steps, took out the toilet paper handkerchief from her schoolbag, carefully wiped the blood from her forehead, and gently brushed the dust off her clothes with her hands. The scene of "crack" shocked me and stayed in my mind forever like a photo.

Then the ambulance came and the girl drove away. Nobody knows who she is. She never said a word, but her glorious image was fixed in my memory and became my driving force for goodness and beauty.