Photo composition of childhood

Photo composition of childhood 1 When cleaning the room, I accidentally found a cardboard box thrown in the corner. I gently wiped the dust off it and opened it. I found it full of my childhood relics, including a thick photo album.

Gently open the photo album and see many old photos, which were taken by my parents when I was a child.

The first photo that caught our attention was taken when we first went to Xiamen. I vaguely remember that day, I pestered my mother to take my picture. I motioned scissors for the camera to show the innocence of children in the bustling city behind me.

When I grew up, I began to like to appear in various occasions at school. Once I won a long-distance race, and it was not enough to take photos on stage to receive the prize. When I got back, I just asked my father to take another photo of me. This photo with a medal was held by me for a long time to show off. Thought of here, I can't help smiling.

When I grow up, I am no longer keen on taking pictures, let alone taking selfies. Gradually, I stopped recording my life with photos, but looked at the passage of time in another way-I began to keep a diary. And the photos, of course, let them sleep in the corner.

That night, I asked my mother, "Mom, when was the last time you took a picture of me?"

Mom stopped cutting vegetables and thought for a long time with a frown: "Maybe … in the fifth grade."

Just fewer and fewer photos? No, my whole childhood, accompanied by those dusty photos, has slowly sunk into the shadow of time.

I can't help but feel a little lost and relieved. Although there are fewer and fewer images of freeze time, there are more beautiful youth and growing youth.

People have to give up eventually, which is probably the so-called growth, just like those old photos with a big time gap.

Photo composition of childhood 2 On this day, the wind was warm and the sun shone through the white clouds into the window. I like birds singing and analyzing math problems. It is because I can't think of the answer that I am particularly sensitive to the contents below the test paper. When I opened a lot of books, I saw a photo that I had forgotten for a long time, under the newspaper spread out on the table. I was with a waterfall in the photo, which opened the history of my memory.

I only remember hearing my father say that he was going to visit Qingyun Mountain that day, and I couldn't help being happy. The car bypassed the eighteen bends of the mountain road and finally reached Qingyun Mountain. This is a shadow that has been attached to the feet. I saw the clouds on the Qingyun Mountain, and the whole mountain seemed to be covered with a thin layer of white gauze, which really gave people an immersive feeling. We followed the tour guide up the mountain one by one, and there were trees on both sides of the mountain road.

Suddenly, I heard the roar of the waves and the earth-shattering sound. There is a waterfall in front of me. The waterfall is crowded with tourists, so we quickly choose the best viewing spot to enjoy the magnificent momentum of the waterfall. Standing by the pool, the waterfall, like Qian Shan, collapses, so vast, so wild and so majestic. I can't help but think of Li Bai's poem "Flying down three thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days."

Dad said, "It's now or never. Take a nostalgic photo! " My mother asked me to pose, and my father took a beautiful photo with the camera. Then we reluctantly left and continued to watch the scene.

In my memory, my mind suddenly flashed and interrupted my daydream: I have come up with an idea!

Childhood is our companion, which brings us happy memories when we are lonely. Childhood is our parents, which makes us feel warm when we are lost; Childhood is our teacher, who taught us to choose a good life path at this turning point in life.

Childhood photos always give people infinite admiration. I will keep that photo well.

Photo 3 of my composition as a child Whenever I see that precious photo of "gold in my left hand" in the school newspaper, I will happily recall the time when I broke my bone.

Once, I was so happy at home that my hand was broken. I can only go to the hospital for plaster cast, bone setting and rest for three months. Gypsum glistening, heavy and hard, really inconvenient! Since then, my right hand can't write, so I can only practice writing and drawing with my left hand. On this day, I was absorbed in drawing the picture of the game. Dad saw it and said quietly to his mother, "Let's film Xiao Lin and let her go to the school newspaper!" " "So, my mother tidied up: set books, sweep the floor, put pillows ... When the hall was tidied up, my father picked up the camera and took this precious photo. However, it all happened under my nose.

As soon as the school newspaper was published, I found out: my head reported it! I jumped three feet for joy. In the photo, I am wearing a white shirt and apron, sitting at the drawing table and drawing at home. Left hand in plaster, put aside, motionless, right hand holding a pen, dancing and drawing. Next to that painting, there are many painting tools: color boxes, pens, paper towels … countless. In the photo, I have a smile on my face, as if to say, "Haha! This year's gold medal must be mine. "

Although my right hand is broken in the photo, I still hold the brush in my left hand, depicting the world in my heart. Finally, the work won the Li Jian Prize for Fine Arts. More importantly, I didn't neglect my studies because my right hand was injured. I always overcome difficulties and keep on studying.

This photo is so precious that it reminds me of my childhood. I like this photo!

When I was looking for a book today, I suddenly found a photo. There is a child playing in the snow in the photo. I watched the child carefully, and I don't know who he is.

At this time, my father came up to me and said, "This is a picture of you when you were one and a half years old." . I said in surprise, "Ah! This is myself. " I only see me in the photo. Standing in the snow, wearing a thick hat and thick cotton-padded clothes, like a cute little polar bear. My face was red with cold, and I didn't know it was cold. Look at that little hand with a small shovel, shoveling snow. My face is full of happy smiles, and my eyes are narrowed with joy. This is my childhood. I found a photo now. I have grown a lot in the photo. The bright red scarf stands out on my chest. Eyes staring at the front, heart full of confidence. I grew up, from a child who can only play with snow to a glorious young pioneer. I learned to write, do math problems, speak English, respect teachers, unite my classmates and become an obedient teenager.

Every photo left me a lot of memories. I'm growing up in the photo. The process of growth is the kindness of parents, and the process of growth is the hard work and sweat of teachers.

Photo composition of childhood 5 Everyone has a different childhood. Everyone's childhood is as colorful as a shell that can't be picked up and as colorful as a rainbow in the sky. Looking at the photos of my childhood, I can't help but recall.

That was when I was seven or eight years old. I helped my father buy cigarettes and my sister followed me out. When I arrived at the supermarket, I wanted to buy a lot of things, but I only bought a bottle of queer. On the way home, my sister said to me, "Look, Dad smokes every day. It must be very fragrant!" " "I wanted to think, yes, if it's not delicious, why does dad smoke so much every day? With doubt, I took out a cigarette, took out a lighter, lit the cigarette, put it in my mouth and took a deep breath. The choking smell only entered my throat. I coughed a few times, immediately picked up the queer in my hand and drank it in one breath. Thick white smoke came out of my nose, and I was so sad that my tears stayed. I regret it very much, thinking: I was cheated by my sister again. If I knew, I wouldn't listen to you. I will give you some color to see see! I decided to complain.

I ran home in tears and told my parents what had happened. Who knows, this incident not only did not cause my parents to blame my sister, but caused them to burst into laughter and repeatedly asked me if I smoked well. I was angry and wronged, but I also felt stupid and cute, so I smiled through tears. "Click", this moment will be frozen forever.

This is a photo story of my childhood, and I want to keep it well, because this moment records the laughter of my childhood and the deep love of my parents.

Childhood photo composition 6 Friday came again. Every Friday, there will be our favorite class. This class is a small world full of laughter! The theme of this class is "drying my childhood photos".

Teacher Jia said: "Everyone has photos of his childhood. Today, let's take a look at our childhood photos! " Then, Mr. Jia turned on the projector, adjusted the angle and size, and officially started the class. The teacher took many photos from the plastic bag and put them on the projector one by one. Let's guess. We can always guess. It's amazing! The teacher also made it more difficult for us to look at clothes or a certain part of the body, but we still guessed it.

The one-minute short class passed, and the class was over soon, but we were still immersed in the fun of guessing photos. ...

Those photos were taken more than ten years ago, but in retrospect, my memory is vague. But I feel as if yesterday I was a child who couldn't walk, talk or wear clothes. Hehe, I can't help laughing when I think of my childhood stupidity. Time flies, now that we are all grown up and about to graduate, we should cherish time more! I've made up my mind that in 10, I will definitely come back and have a look at my alma mater again!

Photo composition of childhood 7 I opened the photo album at home, most of which were photos of my childhood. At that time, I was: some were studying hard, some were laughing, some were making faces, some were crying on the ground ... I couldn't help laughing when I looked at it, and one of the photos deeply attracted my attention and reminded me of an interesting childhood story.

I remember it was a summer. When I was six years old, my grandmother gave me a balloon and I had a good time. At this time, I thought to myself, the farmer's uncle sows, and he also sows. I might as well plant balloons, and there will be many balloons. At first, I brought a basin of water and a small shovel. I dug deeply with a shovel before putting the balloon in. I buried the soil in the balloon and sprinkled some water on it. I sat on the steps, waiting for it to sprout. At this moment, Daredevil's brother jumped out of nowhere. He said, "Sister, you can't do this. You should apply some fertilizer around, so that it will grow quickly. "

Yeah, why didn't I think of that? It seems that my little brother is still very smart, so I asked my grandmother for some fertilizer and sprinkled it next to the balloon. I waited for half an hour, but I still didn't find her tall.

At this moment, I was in tears and my brother was dumbfounded. Mom and dad rushed in, too, and I didn't know I was planting balloons until I asked, hoping they would blossom and bear fruit. Mom and dad were happy, so they took out their mobile phones and took a photo of me. Since then, this photo has been repaired.

These are photos of my childhood. I want to keep these photos well. They recorded my innocence and growth, and also recorded my parents' deep love for me.

Photos of childhood composition 8 photos are the best carrier of freeze-frame time. When you open a photo album that has been dusty for a long time, memories can always come to mind clearly.

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, the table began to smell attractive.

"It's cold, so wear new clothes for the New Year!" Grandma's voice rang with joy, so our brothers and sisters turned and ran into the house from the "battlefield" where firecrackers were set off. When they saw grandma holding Dong clothes on the sofa, they were very happy and picked them up and put them on.

But the second aunt's little cousin was too young and grandma's Dong costume was too big. She tried it on him and quickly took it off and said, "Oh, it's too big. When grandma changes in the afternoon, will you dress it for our brother tomorrow? " The little cousin nodded obediently first, then looked around, and said a few words he only knew: "Brother, sister and brother, right!" " "Then, I cried loudly. We are at a loss. Grandma saw us and quickly picked up her little cousin and coaxed her patiently.

When grandpa brought the last dish on the menu to the table, there were still two tears on the little cousin's face. My second uncle brought a camera, and with a click, this ordinary but not simple moment was frozen.

Close the photo album and wipe the dust off it. I will take good care of my childhood photos. They are all unique stories that belong to me, and they are also deep family ties, spring breeze and flowers in my life.

I have many photos of my childhood, but the one I took in the photo studio is my favorite. Why do I have a soft spot? Let me tell you something. My brother and I are "enemies" and he hates me, so I feel very sad. I remember once when I was washing my hands, my brother yelled at me. How many times a day do you wash your hands? Waste all the water. "I heard that is very severe. I just want to tell my brother that washing hands is not a waste of water resources, but a fear of the spread of the virus. I thought, forget it, he is the apple of my grandfather's eye. It's no use talking to him, so I have to apologize to my brother.

However, a few days later, my father wanted me to take a photo with my brother so that we could make up. I didn't expect it to work. When we arrived at the studio, we sat on the fake tiger, and then I held him. We laughed happily and left the scene in the photo forever. I am very happy today. My brother didn't know why at this time, but smiled and said to me, "Sister, I am very happy today." How precious and important the word "sister" is to me! The previous unhappiness and troubles seemed to vanish at once. I excitedly said to my brother, "I'm not unhappy if you call me sister." The younger brother went on to say, "Sister used to be my fault. You don't know anything about what I did to you. You still held me when I took pictures today. My heart is warm, warm and happy. " Sister, I was wrong. Please forgive my mistake and the harm I caused you. "I quickly said," it's okay, my sister forgave you, my lovely little brother. "

Now, you know why I have a soft spot for that photo!

Photo composition of childhood 10 Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and parents always record our most innocent and lovely side in different ways.

Today, I found a really expensive photo from my mother's savings box, which is a photo of my birth in Zhanggang. From the photos, I can feel how hard my mother endured me and gave birth to me, and I seem to have returned to the scene at that time.

My mother was thinner and put on a little makeup before she conceived me, but after she conceived me, she gradually gained weight and couldn't put on makeup. It's inconvenient to move. She used to walk straight, but now she can't turn over like a penguin. When she was pregnant, my grandmother took care of her, but she couldn't stay with her mother all the time. In the most uncomfortable period, my mother is always alone at home, and sometimes I cry, and my father and grandmother are not around. I could feel how uncomfortable, helpless and strong my mother was.

My mother is in the hospital, ready to welcome my little life. My relatives and friends came to visit my mother. When my mother entered the delivery room, relatives were waiting outside. Time goes by. Finally, my mother gave birth to me with the help of a doctor. When I was born, I was so small, like a "little old man". My hair was wet and clung to my scalp. Soon I cried, and my relatives waiting outside the delivery room were exposed instantly.

In life, I always complain that my parents are not good at this or that, but they do a good job and always record some lovely and unforgettable looks of us.

Childhood photo composition 1 1 Whenever I open the photos in my memory, I always smile, but one of them is unforgettable.

That was when I was six or seven years old. I was too young to wash my hair at that time. Once, my aunt came to my house as a guest. I was watching TV when my mother came up to me and said, "Your hair is so dirty, go and wash it." I said yes, but my ass didn't move. Then my aunt came over and said, "Let me wash your hair." I nodded because I didn't ask my aunt to wash my hair. It must be fun. I came to the bathroom, boiled the water, adjusted it to the right temperature, squeezed some shampoo, and I quietly asked my aunt to help me wash my hair.

Wash, wash, aunt foam on my face. So are my eyes. I'm running around like an ant on hot bricks. I cried and ran around in the bathroom, running left and right. Wet clothes and pants. My aunt is also in a hurry. She can't catch me. She grabbed me and said to me, "Don't cry, I'll buy you something delicious later." I cried and said, "But I can't open my eyes. I'm going blind! " ""Don't worry, it won't be blind. Just rinse it with water. "I stopped crying and let my aunt wash it. After a while, my hair was washed and dried. My eyes have healed, and I am jumping around happily in the bathroom. It happened that my mother saw it, took out her mobile phone, and "click", this beautiful moment was photographed.

Whenever I see this photo, I laugh. Because it records the innocence and ignorance of my childhood.

Childhood photo composition 12 you see, the little girl in the photo is me, which was taken at the agricultural fair when I was 3 years old. I am touching a loofah that is more than one meter long. My father took this photo for fun.

I remember that day, I was always excited. In the car, my father introduced me: "The Agricultural Fair covers an area of 6.5438+0.06 million square meters, of which the exhibition area is the largest, accounting for about 270,000 square meters." I felt incredible after listening to it. Is the Agricultural Fair that big? When I got there, I found a sea of people. This is the floor space I believe my father said.

When I came to the plant exhibition area, I found that not only the agricultural fair covers a large area, but also the pumpkins, corn and watermelons planted here are large. In short, everything here is very big. Soon, I found a green pavilion in front of me, so I wanted to go in and have a rest. My mother said, "The pavilion is far from here. Let's walk slowly! " "I am more worried when I see my mother's indifference. Willy-nilly ran over at once. Nearby, I found that the pavilion was not green, but covered with vines and pavilions ... I wanted to know what it was, and I couldn't wait to run over. This is what I found hanging on the pavilion. They are all big loofahs, all as tall as me, as skinny as skin and as yellow as flowers. I wonder why this loofah is so long. When I saw it, I was surprised that my mouth was almost a standard "0"! I really want to touch the loofah, but I'm not tall enough. I missed it when I jumped, so I stood on tiptoe and couldn't reach it. At this time, my eyes lit up and I found a towel gourd near the seat in the pavilion, which was very long. I quickly stepped on the stool and went up to touch it. As soon as I touched it. Dad took this photo.

Childhood is like a poem and a dream. Whenever I see this photo, I will think of this unforgettable memory.

Photo composition of childhood 13 If childhood is a warm song, then my childhood is a funny joke.

In my impression, there were many photos when I was a child, and the most impressive one was a funny photo.

That was my first roller skating class. Because I am a beginner, I skate slowly, and my classmates are big brothers and big sisters who skate very fast. They skated ten times and a hundred times faster than me, and I skated hard. Unexpectedly, because I skated too slowly, a big brother hit me and gave me a push.

Who knows, I couldn't help pushing it and fell to the ground at once, making me cry.

My crying caught my mother's attention, and she came over. Unexpectedly, my mother did not feel sorry for me after listening, but giggled.

However, the more my mother does this, the more I cry. My mother took the opportunity to take out her mobile phone and took two photos.

In the first picture, I was in tears, and my face was full of tears. My hands and feet are on the circular road, as if there is something around me.

In the second picture, I'm still in tears, but I'm sitting next to me, staring at the camera. It looks like I'm rolling my eyes at my mother! In that case, it's really a mess!

In my childhood, there were many photos. Now, I want to make a wish: I want to keep the photos forever, and let those photos and the stories behind them stay in my "memory photos" forever!

One day, when I was cleaning the room, I saw an old photo on the table. There are my mother, my brother and me in the photo with a green apple orchard in the background. This photo is a bit fuzzy, but my memory is so clear.

I remember at that time, I went to the apple orchard in my hometown with my grandmother, mother and brother. I ran to the middle of the apple orchard, but I didn't see my brother running over. I tripped my brother as soon as I lifted my foot. I quickly helped him up, thinking: If my mother saw my brother covered in dust, would she not let us play? What to do. "My mother saw that I was in a hurry and ran over and asked," What's the matter? "I have to tell my mother. Mother smiled and said, "Nothing, just walk carefully." "That's good, scared me to death. "

At this moment, my sister brought me a big red apple. Looking at the sweet apple, your eyes start to glow and you will eat it with your mouth open. Sister quickly stopped me and said, "Sister, I can't eat the apples because they haven't been washed." I smiled shyly and said, "Thank you." "You're welcome." My sister also smiled happily.

When I grew up, I never saw that big green apple orchard again. It became a small house. But every time I come here, I can see the beautiful picture of the apple orchard in my mind.

Photo composition of childhood 15 In the photo, I am only 5 years old and attending kindergarten. I don't want to go to kindergarten. I don't know how I can go every day. Seeing the desk calendar at home, I remembered that my mother said: "Red" can have a rest, and "black" should go to kindergarten. I had a brainwave, stretched out my hand and tore up the black one, and then tore up the second and third one ... I tore down the black calendar with a bang, clean and neat. I was busy all night, and everything paid off. Finally, I tore up all the "black" calendars. I sweated profusely and fell asleep in bed contentedly.

The next morning, my mother woke me up, and I said categorically, "I won't go to kindergarten today." Mother was very surprised and said, "Honey, are you sick?" Do you want to go to the hospital? "I confidently pointed to the calendar and said," Mom, look, the calendar is red. You don't have to work, and I don't have to go to kindergarten. Let's all rest at home. "My mother was confused by my words. As soon as she turned over the calendar, she burst out laughing. While dressing me, she said, "Although the calendar is gone, there are still dates on watches, mobile phones and computers, and the timing method will not change. Mom has to go to work and you have to go to kindergarten. "

Seeing that my "feat" failed, I sat on the ground and cried. Instead of comforting me, my mother raised her mobile phone and took a photo for me, recording the moment when her "stupid" son made people laugh and cry.

Childhood is beautiful, childhood is golden, childhood is a colorful picture scroll and childhood is a colorful glass ball. Our childhood is gone forever, but the interesting things that happened in childhood are always stored in our minds.