I always think of that photo. The composition is great.

In life, work and study, people often come into contact with composition. Writing a composition is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is an excellent composition that I have been thinking about that photo for reference only. Welcome to reading.

I will always think of you and me in that photo, how happy I am to laugh! At that time, the days no longer existed? I really want to go back to those innocent and carefree days.

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In my sleep, you tapped on my window and opened the door to my dream world. Memories are all in that yellowed photo, waiting for me to trace back.

When I was a child, you and I lived at my grandmother's house in the country. When I was a child, I was carefree. You and grandma were too busy to talk to me. I groped in the field alone and learned to walk.

Children in rural areas have a lot of fun, such as catching dragonflies, catching frogs, digging beehives and digging mosquito holes ... but this is a great pleasure, not as good as listening to stories after meals. One day, as usual, you took my hand and came to the door, hugged me and told me all the wonderful events you experienced in the outside world. After I finished, I didn't carry me back to the warm and comfortable bed as before, but asked me easily, "Mom is going to a beautiful place where there are sweets that the baby likes to eat. Will mom buy them for you?" I hesitated: "Beautiful place? Is mom leaving me? Why did mom leave me? I don't eat sugar, will my mother stay with me? Don't go, don't go ... "I cried myself to sleep.

But you still left, leaving me alone, leaving me with only that yellowed photo. After that, I had to face the darkness alone, learn to be independent, and fall asleep alone in the silent night, only with that photo.

That was taken by you and me at the corner of the alley. You are very young and beautiful in the photo. But I didn't expect that you had the heart to leave me alone.

That photo gave me too many memories, which made me always remember your appearance in my mind. But it also brought me pain. As soon as I see the photo, I will think of you and leave me. ...

Now that I have grown up, I gradually understand your hardship and your painstaking efforts. It hurts for you to leave me, but so do you. How determined you are to leave me! I hope you will have a good life working outside.

In my sleep, you came to me slowly with a small light. I want to hug you, but I can only see the yellow photo. ...

I always think of that photo. A photo is a memory capsule of a person or a family. I grew up with thousands of photos, but one of them has always been in my mind.

That was a photo taken with my mother when I was a child. Every time I see this photo, I think of my dear old lady.

I have a lovely old lady. Whenever there is something delicious and interesting, she will bring it to me at the first time. At that time, I thought the old lady was the best old lady in the world.

Gradually, I grew up, and the heavy study and life overwhelmed me, so I didn't have time and energy to play. I am estranged from the old lady and haven't seen her for a long time.

One day, a 70-year-old woman came all the way by car. At this time, I was banging a bright red test paper in my room, and the score on it stung my eyes. The old lady happened to see this scene and quickly picked up the test paper from the ground. He said earnestly, "You are so short-tempered. You are in such a hurry after the exam. Sit down, read the paper carefully and think slowly. " But I was still immersed in grief, unable to extricate myself, sullenly angry, complaining to the old lady: "Stop it, I just didn't do well in the exam." At this time, the old lady kept a straight face and frowned slightly, and said sternly, "It doesn't matter if you fail once. The important thing is that you can wake up in time and try to do the wrong question again. " Immersed in the last failure, you will never make progress or succeed. "

I was awakened by this passage. People can't live in the past, but live in the present and spend every day to the fullest. I walked up to the old lady and gently apologized: "I'm sorry, old lady, I shouldn't contradict you." The old lady smiled and said softly like spring, "just understand my pains." We made up with each other with a smile, and my mother took this precious photo for me and the old lady.

The old lady has gone now, but every time I see that photo, I will think of her kind words. They are like the dazzling sun in the sky, shining on the lavender in front of the window like mirrors, and also warming my heart.

I can't forget that picture. Just like the wind, you should remember the fragrance of a flower, no matter where it comes from or where it goes. Oh, dear old lady, you will make in my heart forever the flower in my heart!

I always think of that photo. When the stars are still dancing at night, the dawn has quietly arrived. When the dark clouds are still hanging high, the sun has sprinkled gold; While we were still laughing, the years passed quietly. In this way, we have set foot on today's train before we can say goodbye to the past. We, a group of ignorant teenagers who "don't know the taste of sorrow" and "worry about new words", started our trip today, writing stories in time and space with our own passwords, leaving pleasant notes in the sky.

Yesterday's joy and sadness, pain and depression also disappeared in the silent sky with the sunset. The stars will fall, the sun will dissipate, and the stage play will eventually end, but those faces that are deeply hidden in people's hearts will never disappear in our hearts because of the passage of time.

When we were young, we were happy and fearless, but at the same time we were the kindest and simplest. We will feel sorry for an injured little animal; When encountering difficulties, they will not shrink back for fear of failure; But sometimes a little candy will make us happy.

Now, when I open your photo album again, I can't help feeling nostalgic and yearning. My friends and I in the photo all smiled brightly, which brought my thoughts back to that summer. It was a hot noon, and I was running in the field with some friends. Sweat dripped from my face and my clothes were soaked with sweat. But a few of us don't care about this at all, and we are still running in the fields. Tired, stop and have a good rest; When it's hot, I hide under a tree and blow a cool breeze. A day is spent in such play and frolicking. But now, I came to this field again, but I was less happy and excited when I was a child. I don't know whether we have changed or whether we haven't grown up at all. There are many stories about childhood, which can only be recalled for a while. What we can miss now is only the photos that record our wonderful childhood life.

Memories will eventually pass, and the story will definitely turn over. And we embarked on a journey in the sunset with nostalgia and longing, speeding on the road, letting the wind mess up our hair, and we ran towards the sunrise.

I always think of that photo. The sea breeze roared, blowing his wide white shirt flying, his calm face and firm eyes. This is all the content in the photo.

Through the window, the moonlight scattered in every corner of the room and the photos on the bedside table made me fall into memories.

His name is Xiao Jean, which is a very humble name. As the name implies, he is also a humble man.

I met him in a seaside restaurant, because we both like games and food, and like-minded people talk about everything. He is several years older than me, but it doesn't hinder our communication. We understand and discuss with each other like bosom friends.

One bright morning, as usual, I went out with him at the weekend. I shouldn't call his name when I call his friend, but I still shouldn't.

This is a strange thing. Even if he goes out at ordinary times, he will inform me in advance and won't let me make a trip in vain. ......

After some understanding, an old man told me that he seemed to be going to worship someone, which made me curious and didn't plan to go back. I'm going to wait for him here and find out the answer.

It was dusk when he came back. As soon as he saw me, I grabbed him and asked him what was going on. At first he was a little evasive, but in the end he couldn't resist my best friend's repeated questioning. He went to worship his mother!

After a big surprise, he talked about it. When he was my age, his father, the pillar of the family, left him and his mother. At that time, his mother was seriously ill and had no money for treatment. No matter how hard she tried, she could not resist the erosion of the disease. His mother struggled to swallow her last breath before his eyes.

When the story ends, the moon also rises.

Ask him, do you hate your father? He only replied, why do you hate him? Things are impermanent and human feelings are impermanent. All we can do is live up to it. Don't live up to this life, don't live up to other people's lives, and don't live up to this world.

After that, I went to the seaside and looked at the distance firmly.

I remembered a sentence: "Facing the sea, spring blossoms."

I always think of that photo. Open the cupboard. Through that photo, I can still vaguely see everyone in the photo and think of the little things I experienced with Lao Tie. Time seems to be fixed forever at that moment, and we are still smiling naively in the photo. The memory behind this photo is like a pot of tea, bitter and sweet. So far, I still have endless memories. "seeds." A crisp and pleasant voice came, and I replied as I walked, "I'm coming." Look! Standing in front of me is my old iron fish. We all call her "Little Fish". Well, you said she was a legendary good girl? Oh, by the way, look over there. She's doing justice for heaven again. "forgive me, woman, I dare not do it again." "Old Yuan" raised his hands weakly and made a gesture of surrender. "All right, fish, that's enough." I took Yuyu's hand and shouted at "Lao Yuan": "Don't confess quickly." "Sorry, sorry, I didn't see it." "Lao Yuan" kept apologizing to her. "Hum! For the sake of the seed, I will forgive you this time, and you will be careful in the future. " Then he took my hand and walked away.

In the photo, standing in front of the fish is my other old iron-Wang Wang. She is not only sweet, but also not as hot as fish. She is a typical "good girl". Look, she is sorting out her class notes again. Gee! No wonder everyone calls her Xueba. She really lives up to her reputation. If only I had half of her! I often think, why is the same child so different?

As for the last one, it's my third old tie. This one is a little different. Her surname is Yang, and we all call her Yang Yang. Don't say that she really looks like a sheep, not only in character, but also in appearance, but she is really angry and more terrible than a tigress. It is really a combination of "sheep" and "tiger". Although we are assigned to different schools, it is enough as long as we have a heart in mind! I also believe that in the near future, on the same occasion, we will meet and meet.

I will always remember that photo. There is a photo that has been treasured in the deepest part of my heart and will be remembered from time to time.

It was an ordinary photo: on the green grass, a girl with a ponytail trudged forward with a cane. She leaned forward slightly, her long hair fluttered in the breeze and her forehead was covered with sweat. ...

But for me, this photo is so unforgettable, because it records my tenacious struggle with the disease. That was when I was in the third grade. An accident broke my calf. It's been almost two months since I was hospitalized, operated and recuperated. I should have recovered almost, but I can't seem to walk. As long as the feet touch the ground, the body will fight and the legs can't be lifted at all. Even with crutches, you can't walk a few steps. The doctor said that as long as you gradually strengthen exercise, you should be able to recover soon.

Seeing that more than half of a semester has passed, I have butterflies in my stomach, which is beyond description. In order to walk early, go to school early, go outside to bask in the sun freely early, breathe fresh air early and play with my classmates early, I made up my mind to stand up 10 1 time even if I fell down a hundred times, and exercise my leg strength seriously to make myself recover.

So, in those days, I asked my grandfather to carry me to the grass in the community every afternoon, and then practiced walking with crutches. You need grandpa to help you as soon as you start; A week later, I can walk on crutches by myself. Although it is difficult, it seems that I will fall at any time, but I grit my teeth and never flinch.

That afternoon, I was doing rehabilitation training on the grass again. A photographer's uncle found this scene, took some photos quietly in the distance, and then came over and gave me a thumbs-up sign. The next day, he specially sent me a photo, in which I was leaning on crutches and sweating! Looking at my "bear", I feel funny and proud of my strength.

Finally, I lost my crutches and walked freely. In order to remember that special day, I put the photos taken by my uncle under the counter, and I will draw strength from it from time to time to deal with new difficulties and challenges. I firmly believe that as long as one is brave and strong enough, nothing can stop him.

Thanks for the photo, uncle. I will cherish it forever.

I always think of that photo. Excellent composition 7 Flowers bloom and fall, and flowers fall all over the sky.

The melody of life will never stop, and everything will be diluted by time, but I will always think of that photo.

That's a photo of me and my sick aunt in the sea of flowers. As soon as I saw it, my memory was dragged back to a few years ago.

At that time, my aunt was sick, like a withered flower, lying in a hospital bed.

"Aunt, when will you play with me?" As soon as I got to the ward, I asked excitedly. "You child, your aunt is ill. How can I play with you?" Mom scolded. "Aunt said, she can't talk doesn't count! Yes, aunt! " My aunt nodded and smiled at me, still like a beautiful flower, but I clearly saw that her face was as white as paper.

My aunt has been very ill for a long time, but I ... think about it now, I really don't understand.

Aunt still accompanied me, regardless of the dissuasion of doctors and family, and took me to Huahai.

Flowers after flowers, flowers seem to have no edges. I saw a beautiful red, boundless, which dyed the stream, the sky, my cheeks and my heart red. I run, shout and play in the sea of flowers. Menstruation just smiled and turned into a flower.

"Come here, son." She waved to me. "A person's life is like a flower. It may be dull or brilliant. You have to color it yourself." "You have to live like a flower, not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of thorns, and sweat in the world you belong to." I listened in bewilderment. Although I don't understand it, I always keep it in mind and dare not forget it.

She hugged me and asked the tourists to take a picture of us. I looked at the camera, and there were only gorgeous flowers in front of me, and only her mumbling voice in my ear: "Son, after all, the flowering period is limited, flowers can't grow red, and people can't live long. This is doomed. Hey-think of me as a flower. "

It never occurred to me that her words turned out to be my last words. The very next day, she froze to death. I stood in front of her portrait and wanted to cry, but I couldn't. Her words are ringing in my ears.

I always think of the photo that is deeply imprinted in my mind, bearing the aunt's words, "Think of me as a flower."