Write a composition with photos of my family.

1. Write a composition with "a photo of my family" (a photo of my fourth grade).

There are many beautiful photos in my home, but one of them is a photo taken by my father when I went to the gym to learn to swim, with my happy smiling face and my father's firm words printed on it.

That photo was taken when I was seven years old. I remember at noon on a hot summer day, we were having lunch. Suddenly, my father had an idea. My father said to my brother and me, "Why don't the three of us go swimming today!" " My brother and I cheered and nodded in agreement. So we hurried through lunch, packed the dishes and left.

We took our swimsuits and swimming rings to the swimming pool and changed our swimsuits. I saw the afternoon sun shining on the blue pool surface, which was as beautiful as a brilliant golden yellow! A cool breeze blew, which made me feel refreshed. The swimming pool is crowded with people, including adults, children, men and women. They are swimming in the swimming pool in all kinds of bathing suits. My brother is a hothead and jealous of swimming. I was just about to go up and ask him if he could swim, but he couldn't wait to jump into the arms of the swimming pool and swim freely, and my father followed me into the water. Just me, I have never swam, sitting by the pool in a daze.

I sat by the pool and watched with envy my uncles and aunts swimming happily in various postures. I really admire them. So I shouted, "Dad, come and teach me how to swim." Dad swam over and said, "OK, come down quickly." Hearing this, I got up my courage and got into the water slowly. Dad told me the essentials of breathing first, and then let me do it. First, spit out the air, and then look up and inhale. Who knows that I drank a big mouthful of water the first time I inhaled it, and my nose became sour after three or four consecutive times. I was disheartened and lost confidence. But my father said to me earnestly, "don't be discouraged, son." Believe in yourself, you can do it. " Looking at my father's hopeful eyes and listening to the words of encouragement, my confidence suddenly welled up like spring. So I practiced repeatedly according to the method taught by my father, and finally a miracle appeared. I changed my breath four times in a row and swam several meters away. I am so excited that I can't describe the joy. I finally learned to swim. At this time, my father gave me a thumbs up, praised me again and again, and asked me to stand by and pose by the pool. He took a picture of me as a souvenir. I readily agreed and smiled at my father's camera lens, only to hear a "click", and my father photographed me.

I can't forget this photo. I regard it as a treasure. Because it makes me deeply understand the true meaning of "nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid that there is a will".

2. photos of my family. How to write a composition in childhood? There are many photos, but the most impressive one is the family portrait.

Dad is doing business in Fuzhou and only comes back once or twice a month. My cell phone keeps ringing every time I come back. Either someone calls to talk about business, or I want to go out for dinner tonight. Dad is really a busy man! On my sister's first birthday, my father came back.

Mother smiled as beautiful as a blooming flower and as colorful as a rainbow. We booked a birthday party for my sister at Zhuangyuanlou Hotel.

On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my aunt to take pictures of us, and our family of four took pictures of happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the four of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I also specially uploaded that photo to my QQ space photo album.

Time flies, year after year. My sister is three years old. Whenever I see this photo, I imagine the scene at that time and think of that happy time.

3. The photo composition of my family is 120. After reading the composition, please click "Satisfied Adoption", which is a respect for others' labor! It is not easy to answer questions, and look and adopt them!

Pictures of my family.

My family has an album with photos of three generations in chronological order.

Open the photo album, the first page is the photos of grandparents when they were young. Almost all the photos are black and white, and some are in color, but grandpa said they were dyed after they were taken. In the photo, almost all the clothes grandpa wears are Chinese tunic suits, and grandma's hairstyle is either ear-length short hair or two long braids. I asked my grandfather in wonder, "Why are all your photos the same?" Grandpa said to me, "The Cabo Chinese tunic suit in the photo was very fashionable at that time. It was an era when goods were in short supply. You have to rely on all kinds of tickets to buy things, such as meat tickets, food tickets and cloth tickets. It took several years to buy a new dress. " Ah, I thought to myself: sometimes the new clothes in my closet are too small for me to wear, so my mother has to give them away.

When I looked back, it was a picture of my father and two aunts when they were young. Most of these photos are from home and school. The furniture in the photo is simple and there is hardly any decoration. Dad told me: "At that time, our house was on Mudaokou Road in Pudong, and the house was very small. Five people in the whole family are crowded into a 30-square-meter house. In addition to the bed for sleeping and the table for eating at home, I hope your aunt and I have a special study desk. After several years, we often seize the' position' to do our homework. " I think of my small room, the bright windows that my mother helped me decorate, and my special desk.

Turning to the back, the photos on display are color photos taken by my family and me in recent years. There are various backgrounds, some in the ends of the earth in Hainan, some in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, some in the Forbidden City in Beijing, and the Great Wall in Wan Li ... We are all smiling in the photos, leaving our families in the beautiful scenic spots of the motherland.

Seeing this, I can't help but feel deeply. The life of three generations in our family: from simple dress to colorful now, from simple housing environment to spacious and comfortable now, from simple life to leisure travel now, aren't the changes in these decades concentrated in my family photo? I think the photos of your family must be the same!

4. photos of my family. How to write a composition in childhood? There are many photos, but the most impressive one is the family portrait.

Dad is doing business in Fuzhou and only comes back once or twice a month. My cell phone keeps ringing every time I come back. Either someone calls to talk about business, or I want to go out for dinner tonight. Dad is really a busy man!

On my sister's first birthday, my father came back. Mother smiled as beautiful as a blooming flower and as colorful as a rainbow. We booked a birthday party for my sister at Zhuangyuanlou Hotel. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my aunt to take pictures of us, and our family of four took pictures of happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the four of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I also specially uploaded that photo to my QQ space photo album.

Time flies, year after year. My sister is three years old. Whenever I see this photo, I imagine the scene at that time and think of that happy time!

5. Composition of my family's photo album My family's photo album is really in various shapes, and there are some photos I like.

The hero of the first painting is Miss Ben. When I was a child, I was a clown who was famous at home and abroad.

You see: in the photo, I sit on the bed, open my hands as if to fly, and my eyes smile like the moon on the first day. Looking at this photo, I smiled, because it helped me find the footprint of growth.

The second picture shows a lovely mother with a room of grandma in the background. My mother is wearing a purple coat and brown pants. Although the mother in the photo is simple, she is as lovely and young as "her beauty is better than stone, which makes Yang Guifei angry".

The third one is a little abnormal, hehe ....................................................................................................................................................................., because I was only two years old in the photo, and my watermelon hair didn't attack me! Free! Uh-huh! Don't say this, say it! Oh! Oh! Oh! The most outstanding thing is not only that, but also the full set of Shaolin Temple clothes I wear and the actions I want to play.

I looked at this photo and thought affectionately, "I was so handsome when I was young!" " "(narcissist) The fourth picture shows my sister and I watching chickens together. The chicken in the photo seems to think we are going to eat it, and its feet are unstable! Fortunately, the adults were witty and photographed this precious scene.

Oh! Fortunately. These four photos are just a little bit of the album.

This ordinary photo album has accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter, all year round.

6. How to write a photo composition of my family? "My favorite photo was born in my mother's camera in an instant.

Whenever I see it, I will think of the time when I went to Qiandao Lake with my parents. Look, I'm smiling in the photo, my eyes are narrowing, and a small dimple appears on my cheek.

I'm wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, with a big fish-shaped lock on my back. How handsome I look! Behind me is a dense grove. Kobanawa has tall and straight trees, green grass and yellowish low bushes. What a beautiful scenery! Look at this photo, and the floodgate of my memory will open automatically. On that day, Wan Li was clear, and our family came to Qiandao Lake with the school tour group.

There are beautiful scenery, birds and flowers, and many small islands. We came to the "Lock Island" and saw countless small "heart locks".

People are locking messages and pinning their good feelings. Let's move on.

Wow! There is a big lock here! Although this kind of lock is very similar to our common lock in appearance, it is extremely huge-hundreds of times larger than the usual lock! While introducing, the tour guide pointed to a nearby place and said that there stood a key, and whoever could turn it could open the lock. Dad's curiosity came up. He went to the big key and mentioned the guy with difficulty. He really opened this huge lock, and we all cheered ... We walked for a while, and suddenly, a huge stone carp appeared on the roadside! A closer look reveals that it is a carp-shaped lock! I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it, and pestered my mother to help me take a photo with the "big carp".

This is my favorite photo, and I will cherish it in the long river of memory forever.

7. Photos of my family. A 300-word family photo.

Open the photo album I haven't seen for a long time. As soon as I opened it, the first photo attracted me. I saw me walking in the snow with my hands. Looking at it reminded me of that snow.

It was a heavy snow in 2008, when I was only six years old. Maybe it's because I've never seen such heavy snow before. 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 falling outside. The ground is already white. From a distance, houses and trees seem to have turned into snowdrifts, and even the busy roads at ordinary times suddenly become unusually calm. It even makes me a little confused about where the road is. I walked out of the house curiously. Unexpectedly, I almost couldn't pull it out when I stepped on it. I was shocked at that time. Why is it snowing so heavily and so thick? 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 was walking excitedly in the middle and measuring the thickness of snow by hand, my mother came running, and bang, this photo was born.

I like the moment when this photo is frozen. It is precisely because of these moments that I have good memories today and remind me of the beautiful snow scene again.

8. A photo of my family was composed and turned over for a long time. As soon as I opened it, the first photo attracted me. I only saw me walking in the snow, pointing to the thickness of the snow, and I thought of the snow when I looked at it. It was a heavy snow in 2008. I was only six years old at that time, probably because I had never seen such heavy snow. I still remember it clearly. It seems that it began to snow in the afternoon. When I opened the curtains, I saw that there was flying snow like goose feathers outside, and the ground was already white. From a distance, the trees in the house seem to have turned into snowdrifts, and even the usually busy roads suddenly become unusually calm, which even makes me a little confused about where the road is. I was curious and walked out of the house. Unexpectedly, I almost couldn't pull it out when I stepped on it. I was shocked at that time. How can it snow so heavily and so thick? 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.

9. My favorite photo composition [My favorite photo composition] When I opened the Chinese textbook, a black-and-white photo came into view, which was my favorite photo composition. This is1the real scene taken by the reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 937. The originally prosperous city has turned into ruins, twisted railways, broken overpasses and broken houses under the smoke of war. Why is he alone? Where is his home? What about his parents? I thought of the question mark. Before the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station, he might be traveling happily with his parents to visit relatives. Suddenly, the plane roared by. A roar of gunfire destroyed her beautiful childhood. He looked at everything in front of him, only helpless crying. Without his parents, he became an orphan, unloved and even a little beggar, reaching out his dirty little hands every day to beg from passers-by. How many children will be like the children in the picture? I hate Japanese invaders, they are like evil devils and cruel executioners. I will never forget the tragic and humiliating history that the Japanese invaders brought great pain and disaster to the people of China! There is a photo of three years ago at home, and I like it very much. This was taken by graduation photo from the preschool class of the provincial model kindergarten in Pujiang County. There are all the children in our preschool class, as well as Mr. Hu Yuan, Mr. Mao, Mr. Wang, and the English teacher who taught us in kindergarten. There are several students in the photo who are still in my class. They are the little ones in the first row and me in the second row. In the fourth row, middle school students Yang and Wang Yiling wrote "My favorite photo composition". Whenever I see this photo, I will think of that unforgettable day. It was a noon in the summer of 2005, and the teachers gave each of our children a beautiful and arrogant black doctor suit. We happily put on our clothes and doctor's hats, and under the leadership of Teacher Mao, we happily came to the kindergarten gate. The teacher asked us to line up first. Then I brought the children in the first row a stool, let them sit on the stool, the second row stood, the third row stood on the high stool, and the fourth row stood on the high stool. After the photographer debugged the camera, he said to us loudly: Laugh! The teacher asked us to shout together: eggplant! Then I took this photo. In an instant, I went to primary school. The school is much bigger and more beautiful than the previous kindergarten! But I still can't forget the day when our kindergarten took pictures of graduation photo. Do the children in my kindergarten still remember the photos of graduation photo taken by our kindergarten? When I saw this topic, many things came to my mind: I like painting, I like traveling, I like reading, I like ... but among these various choices, I like photography best, probably because of my trip to Qiandao Lake. During the summer vacation, my mother took me to Qiandao Lake. I'm so happy to take this and that with my camera. When I arrived at my destination, I was still enjoying the journey. I fell in love with photography. Once, on my second grandfather's birthday, my mother and I went to dinner. When I arrived at my second grandfather's house, I picked up my mother's mobile phone, teased the puppy while eating, and photographed its funny movements. As a result, the puppy chased me all over the house, which made everyone laugh. As for me, I even cried and photographed this scene of laughter for myself. Maybe it's my sincerity in photography. They actually bought me a small camera. I am so excited that I shoot it with my camera every day. Sometimes there is nothing to shoot, just shoot goldfish, chandeliers and even giggle at the camera. Anyway, I photographed anything I caught. On another occasion, my mom and dad took me to Xinhua Bookstore to read, and I picked out some fairy tale books to buy home. Unexpectedly, there was a traffic jam on the road, and a young man got into a fight with an old man who set up a stall. I actually took a camera and took a close-up of this scene. Just when a policeman uncle came over, I was scared to cry. The police uncle came up to me and asked me kindly, little friend, do you know how this uncle and grandpa fought? I naively said: I took it all. If my uncle wants to see it, I will give it a beginning first. I didn't expect the police uncle to really promise me. I clapped my hands and shouted happily: reward uncle, reward uncle ... how interesting my childhood memories are, and I can't forget them until now. This may be the reason why I like photography very much until now.