I always think of that photo. The latest composition is 700 words.

Lead: A photo records the past time and cherishes an emotion. The following is my latest composition of 700 words, which will always remind me of that photo for your reference.

Composition 1: I always think of that photo in 700 words. There are many photos in my family, but I like that one best. When I am homesick, I always think of that photo.

On the 0/00th day of my brother/kloc, our family got up early, dressed him in clean and beautiful new clothes after breakfast, and took my brother and me to the Royal Studio to take photos of him on the 0/00th day of kloc.

My brother took photos of various postures. After taking a photo of my brother, the photographer said to take a family photo. The proposal was immediately approved by the whole family. Mother immediately picked out the right clothes for me; I put on a princess dress, a crown and red crystal shoes. The makeup artist drew me a light makeup strip. People there praised me as a little princess when they saw me. I stood in front of the mirror and watched; Ah, I look like a little princess in a TV series in the mirror. I sat in the middle with my chubby and lovely brother, who just turned 100 days. Don't mention how happy you are. Mom and dad are sitting next to us, and my brother seems to know that he is going to take pictures of the whole family. He was very excited and danced with joy-mom and dad looked at us, their faces were filled with happiness and they smiled as brightly as flowers. I felt so happy at that moment, and the photographer took this happy moment for us. After the photo came out, we all felt that this photo was not only beautiful, but also a happy moment. My family likes this photo so much that we specially framed it and put it in the living room. Anyone who sees this photo knows what a happy family I live in.

Every time I look at that photo, I have an unusual feeling. Because that photo feels like home, it can make me happy when I am sad.

Every photo carries an unforgettable memory and a story. That family photo bears the happiness and happiness of our family. Let me always feel the warmth of home on the road of growing up.

Yes, every warm family will make people feel envious. Maybe it's just a warm word, a warm picture, and a photo that all swear the happiness of the family.

Composition 2: I always think of that photo in 700 words. In my photo album, I cherish photos, recording the laughter and laughter during my growth, and also truly recording the waves in my life. Among them, I like the photo I took when I was in jiaozi best.

One day when I was seven years old, I suggested doing jiaozi at night. Although I can't do it, I still beg my father to let me add people to do it. Dad was a little skeptical about my ability and said, can you? I smiled mysteriously and said to my father. Although I can't do it, I can learn from my teacher. ? After cooking, I can't wait to put on my mother's apron and sleeves. Dad says I really look like a super product! After my grandma and I made dough, we began to make jiaozi. I chose the roundest piece of dough, and I think jiaozi wrapped in this way looks the best. I followed grandma's example and put the meat stuffing in the middle of the dough with a spoon. I feel sticky when I squeeze my hand. When I took a closer look, it turned out that I had pushed too hard and the meat was sticking out of the skin, as if to say to me, it's too crowded inside, so let's go outside. ? So I pinched the leaking side. Who thought that if I pinched this side, the meat would fall out from there, and if I pinched that side, the meat would fall out from here, as if it were aimed at me. I'll patch it up with two pieces of dough. Who knows, help? Mend clothes? It's not easy either. I used some dough. I said to myself: Look, you are still stirring! ? After many twists and turns, it was finally blocked. Leak? . I just made one, and grandma has already made several. I made a few more, but they were all the same. I compared what I did with what my grandmother did: grandma was cocky, like a victorious general, and she was awesome; But I was listless, dressed in patched clothes, and fell down before I went to the battlefield. Grandma and I really live far apart. So I said to grandma:? Grandma, teach me how to do jiaozi. ? Grandma said to me: Look, don't put too much meat. It's best not to have gaps when rolling dough, and don't use too much force. ? After listening to grandma's words, I made another one seriously, which was really much better. I clapped my hands and jumped up happily. My father saw it and took the opportunity to photograph this happy moment.

Whenever I encounter difficulties in my study, I look at it and touch it. I know I don't understand and I have to ask others. I can't be proud. Sometimes, I really appreciate this photo!

Composition 3: I always think of that photo. I have an old black and white photo at home. There are three children and my grandparents on it. This photo was taken about twenty or thirty years ago. The corners have been damaged and the picture has turned yellow. Twenty or thirty years, after countless migrations, countless ups and downs, countless spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is a miracle that it can still be completely preserved.

In the photo, grandpa is still so serious, like a king, in power, examining his country; Next to him is his wife, that is, my grandmother, smiling, as if full of infinite hope for life. Her clear eyes are like deep pools under the moon. Those three children are menstruating, my mother and my uncle. My uncle is still a baby, snuggling in my grandmother's arms; Mom and menstruation stand in front. Behind it is a golden rice field. This is a simple black and white photo, showing such a beautiful home.

The grandmother in the photo is very dignified and young and beautiful. I was so shocked. Now my grandmother's face is full of wrinkles and weather-beaten. Grandma's bright black hair has now become dull, leaving only wisps of silver. Grandma's plump lips are dry now. Grandma's gentle and slender hands became rough. Changed, everything changed, grandma's beautiful face changed with the passage of time, but her selfless love for her children grew with the extension of time. I still admire grandma's love, immortal fire and immortal heart.

As a wife, grandma is a good wife. Grandpa used to be a doctor in the county, and he was usually very busy. Grandma supported the family with hard work and sweat. She not only has to take care of three children, but also works hard. I really admire grandma's vivid life.

As a mother, grandma is a good mother. In winter, grandma is afraid that her children will catch cold. Grandma sewed clothes to make a cotton-padded jacket in the dim candlelight in the middle of the night, and she didn't feel hard. Whenever a child is ill, grandma always carries him on her back and runs miles to see a doctor. Grandma will pay too much for her children, too much! What is this? What? Let her pay so much for her children so willingly? I think we will all be surprised, but only as mothers can we feel this dull responsibility.

I respect this woman in the photo. No, this great mother is my grandmother whom I admire.