I wrote a 400-word composition with photos of my childhood.

1. A photo composition when I was a child. I was shocked when I opened the drawer and accidentally found a photo. This is graduation photo from my kindergarten. Looking at the teachers, the wave of memories flooded me ... "Woo-hoo-hoo ..." The whole small class was shrouded in a dark cloud, and the teachers were busy running around, coaxing the crying babies. Parents don't want to look after their children and wander at the door. Yes, this is the first day of small class.

I don't know why, but I didn't want to cry at that time. I sat quietly in my little chair and looked at all the people blankly, as if what happened was completely out of my "time and space".

I don't remember how my parents walked out of my sight, what the teacher said to me around me, and how the teacher made all the children stop crying. ...

The only thing I remember is the snacks distributed for the first time at the beginning of school. At that time, the teacher gave it to us-Want Want Xianbei.

After the teacher gave us cookies, we went to "please" those thoughtful children. I'm glad to see delicious food. I licked the biscuits with relish, licked my lips from time to time and savored the delicious food. Before I realized it, my hands were empty, and there were not even any biscuit crumbs. At this moment, I noticed that a child was still crying. A biscuit in front of his desk lay there quietly. This biscuit doesn't seem to tempt the child at all. I subconsciously moved my hand slowly towards the biscuit.

Unfortunately, the teacher found me and came over and took my hand and stared at me. I am not ashamed of being young and ignorant. I looked at the teacher as if I had done nothing wrong. The teacher should gossip about me, but it's over before it starts. The teacher was forced to let go of my hand by countless cries. I casually returned to my seat and continued to eat my "stolen" cookies.

I took the photo to the place where the certificate was posted and looked at the white wall under the middle class certificate. I can't help feeling embarrassed about the disgraceful incident in the small class. It was also this incident that kept me from winning the small class award. It is also for this reason that this incident remains fresh in my memory. Such a thing never happened again.

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Old photos of childhood life are colorful. At first, there was only one color, and that was white.

This person still needs you to pick up a watercolor pen or crayon and draw it yourself. If you use a watercolor pen, your life experience is good and annoying. If you use crayons, everything you experience in life is beautiful without any disgust; What's more, if you use crayons, your life will be as dull as crayons, with no ups and downs. Childhood is the most important stage of life. If you don't grasp it well, it will bring you a terrible shadow in the future-the so-called childhood shadow.

From time to time, taking out photos that have been collected for a long time or have been dusty for a long time will also stimulate your interest and turn over childhood events from your mind again and again like watching videos. Take out the things hidden in the box to dry, and you will refresh your childhood memories again.

Whenever I think of my childhood, I can't help laughing. I feel childish, useless, stupid and boring.

.. but at least these things have been happy, brilliant and even lived once in your heart, even once, but they are also the most important things in your life stage.

3. Pictures of my childhood.

When I recall my childhood, I always feel very beautiful, but after many years, I have long forgotten that only those photos can be recorded.

Open the photo album and you will see photos with different expressions. I was too young in the photo. Once I couldn't help asking my mother, "Is this me?" Is this me? Am I that small? Mom laughed at me for being a silly girl.

Among these many photos, one is my favorite.

This photo was taken at a scenic spot near my hometown. I was about two or three years old then. I stumbled and was very afraid of dogs. There are German dogs in the scenic spot, each grinning, which scares me. I clamored for my father to hug me. My mother said, "Tingting, practice walking more, and I won't wrestle in the future." Don't always let dad hug me. " I have to walk carefully. When I saw the dog, I held Dad's hand tightly. My father knew my mind and made me cry on purpose. He pointed to a dog and said, "Come and bite the child." "Wow ..." When I heard that, I was so scared that I burst into tears. I sat on the ground and cried. Tears fall like broken pearls. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly picked up the camera and took this shot.

When I was a child, I was good at laughing. Most photos show me smiling. This is the only photo that I cried. Perhaps because of the particularity of this photo, I like this photo. It showed me that there were not only happy smiles but also naive tears in my childhood.

Yes, how colorful childhood is! Like a shell on the beach; How short childhood is, it slipped away from me unconsciously, leaving only those unforgettable fragments that people can remember.

Composition 1: I took many photos I like and put them in an exquisite photo album. One of them is my favorite. Do you want to know the origin of this photo? On my ninth birthday, my mother took me to a photo studio. I entered the room and began to dress up for me. When I finished dressing up, I came out to see the young man very energetic. reach

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One: One of my favorite photos. I took many photos and put them in an exquisite photo album. One of them is my favorite. Do you want to know the origin of this photo? On my ninth birthday, my mother took me to a photo studio. I entered the room and began to dress up for me. When I finished dressing up, I came out to see the young man very energetic. reach

5. Composition describing childhood photos left in the photos. I gently opened the photo album with my hand, and the beautiful photos I bought with time suddenly appeared in front of me. Following the time footprint in the photo, I walked into the photo ... hey! Look over there, yes, the little girl who is sleeping soundly in that bed, look! How lovely she is! According to her family, she was only 7 days old and took this first photo when she first came to this world.

Look, a chubby little girl is sitting on the prepared mat, her eyes are blinking from time to time. At this time, the photographer is going to take her 100 anniversary photo for the little girl. The family kept making the little guy laugh, but the little guy burst into laughter unexpectedly. His dark eyes narrowed into a crack, and his toothless mouth exposed his jokes, which caused grandparents around him to laugh.

"Click" a photo worth remembering forever came out like this. Guess who this little guy is? Well, that's me! After a burst of joy, another photo came into view. Why is it so familiar here? Hey! This is in my own home! I vaguely remember playing with a stroller in grandma's yard, to be honest! That's me at the age of five! This day happens to be my birthday.

God seems to have come to congratulate me. The sun is shining and the spring is full. I play in the sunshine full of spring breath.

At that time, I was full of curiosity and longing for the future. Oh, my God! Peacock! What a beautiful peacock! I saw it spread its colorful wings and proudly spread its beauty to people! Look! There is a little girl who is not at home at all. She looked at her high head for a while, looked at her wonderful feathers for a while, and even held out her little hand to shake hands with the big peacock.

Standing outside the railing, facing the peacock, that kind of expectant eyes, that kind of excited expression. Suddenly, she found something, turned around with her hands behind her back and laughed. She was so ugly that everyone froze. I don't know who it is, but with a click, she took a picture of the little girl and the peacock together.

This dusty memory suddenly appeared in front of me. I'm so happy, so happy! The sea, the blue sea, the golden sea, a ten-year-old girl approached the sea, only to see her wearing a swimsuit, red skin, standing in shallow water, proud, oh! I remember this is the Liandao seaside bathhouse in Lianyungang, Jiangsu. I came here with my mother, father and many campers. Facing the boundless ocean in front of me, I meditated. In other words, it's time for me to know how to meditate, although I'm hazy. I think standing here shows my own obscurity and ignorance. It seems that I should be as broad-minded, knowledgeable and profound as the sea ... Facing the photos, the past is like smoke. But what is better and happier is that the future attracts me more deeply. I firmly believe that no matter how difficult and dangerous the road is, I will go forward bravely.

6. According to the prompt: childhood, photos, games, moonlight childhood is another night. I walked on the bluestone road covered with silver moonlight and enjoyed the beautiful and soft moonlight scenery. People walk in the moonlight, and grandma takes her little granddaughter to enjoy the cool in the moonlight.

I also grew up in the moonlight. I remember every night in summer, grandma took me to the small yard to enjoy the cool. Grandma stroked me with calloused hands, gave me a fan and told me old folk stories. I fell asleep in the story every night and felt so lucky and happy.

When I was young, I liked catching insects. In the dim moonlight, I can hear the songs of various insects at any time, and the most beautiful song is definitely cricket. I quietly walked into the haystack, with a flashlight, and turned over a large stone. There was a cricket in a black coat jumping inside. I carefully covered it with my hand, and then I carefully grabbed it and fought with my neighbor's children by moonlight.

Mid-Autumn Festival, when I feel the warmest, my family and I taste moon cakes in the moonlight and sing the song of the full moon on August 15th. It's really very happy. In my eyes, the moon is so beautiful. I grow up day after day and year after year, but I still love the mother-like moonlight.

I grew up in the moonlight, and there are footprints of my childhood in the moonlight. I like the beautiful moonlight.

7. Look at my photos from childhood: 300 words 1. A photo of my family has been turned over for a long time. As soon as I opened it, the first photo attracted me. I saw me walking in the snow, pointing to the thickness of the snow, and looking at it reminded me of that snow. It was a heavy snow in 2008, when I was only six years old, probably because. I still remember it clearly. It seems that the snow has been drifting since the afternoon. The next morning, I opened the curtains and saw the goose feather-like snow outside. The ground is already white. From a distance, houses and trees seem to have turned into snowdrifts. Even the busy road suddenly became very calm, which even made me a little confused. I was curious and walked out of the house. Unexpectedly, I almost stepped on it. At this time, the neighbor next door came out with a snow shovel and soon shoveled a thin path in front of our door. When I walked excitedly in the middle and measured the thickness of the snow by hand, my mother came and this photo was born with a bang. I like the moment when this photo was frozen, and it is precisely because of these moments of memories that I have good memories today. Reminds me of the beautiful snow scene again. 2. Every time I open a thick photo album, a photo recording my growth will appear in front of me, which will always remind me of infinite memories. Among many photos, my favorite is the one sitting in a walker when I was a child. When I was a child, I was dignified, strong and fat. I was not good at walking in the photo, and I was then. I quickly slipped into the yard, turned my head and smiled proudly at my mother. It looks like a victory, as if to say, "Haha, I'm running fast enough to catch up with me." Every time I look at this photo, I always smile at the same time. My mother said that this photo was taken when I was over one year old. At that time, I just learned to walk with a walker. I always walked around the yard happily. My mother was preparing me for dinner. My mother turned to get the bowl in my hand, so I ran outside in a walker, which was too fast for my mother to react at once. "Ha ha" I smiled proudly at my mother. At this time, my father just came out and saw this scene. He took out his camera, pressed the shutter and left me this photo. I like this photo, it records my growth. This is a good memory of my happy childhood. A photo of my family has a very precious photo in my photo album. A little boy was sitting on the kang, covered with a red quilt. He looks like a little girl, wearing a red coat and a red and yellow hat. His face is as red as a big apple. This little boy is me. This is a photo taken when I was one year old, and also when I was a child. My mother likes this photo very much and often tells me stories about it. When I was very young, my mother left me at home and let my grandmother take care of me, while my mother worked in Fuping, which is far from home. My first birthday is coming, and my mother said early that she would come back for my birthday. But that day came, and my mother's colleague asked for leave at home. There was a lot of work in their unit, and the leader didn't give my mother leave. My mother is very sad. She called back and told her family that she couldn't come back, but she missed me so much. She wants to take a picture of me and send it to her. So my grandfather borrowed a camera from a neighbor's house, let me sit on the kang, took some photos for me, and chose the best one to send to my mother. Since I have these photos, when my mother misses me, she will take out a photo to look at. Until I was three years old, my mother came to pick me up. Now my mother still likes to look at this photo and often tells me about it. So I also like this photo, which contains my mother's love for me. 4. A photo of the whole family reminds me of the photos I saw my brother riding a roller coaster with me before. I remember it was winter vacation. My brother and my third aunt went to Yuji Park. Pirate ships and shooting targets. I was nervous when I was playing the roller coaster, but my brother was not nervous at all. I sat in the front and my brother was in the back. It was slow at first, so I was very happy. I think the roller coaster is too slow. Suddenly, the roller coaster rushed forward, which scared my heart. Then I went to the corner, and when I turned the corner, I was scared out of my mind and cried. () My brother took me to play pirate ship again. I am nervous when playing pirate ship, but my brother is never nervous. At first, my flying height was not high, but it was getting higher and higher. When I reached the highest level, I felt very uncomfortable. After a while, I finally stopped. The photographer took the opportunity to take a picture of us with his camera, leaving a memory of today. I remember I slowly walked down the steps and decided not to take the pirate ship again. Later, I decided not to take the pirate ship. I played another project by myself-shooting. I got in the car and started shooting. I fired a shot at once and it lasted for three minutes. I shot six times at a time. This time, I thought I could take 10 photos. Although I didn't overfulfil my goal, I was still very happy. I will never forget that unforgettable experience. On the day of my parents' holiday, I came to the 525 factory. At that time, my grandmother lived there. It's a place like a small town. I came not only to visit my grandmother, but more importantly, I want to visit my elderly grandmother. On this day, I had dinner at my grandmother's house. Because menstruation came to her house, my great-grandfather was a soldier, so I brought a PLA cap, and I brought his.