How to write a composition always reminds me of that photo.

1. Write a 650-word composition on the topic "I will always remember that photo". Opening the photo album, I saw a family photo with my parents, my brother and me. This is a young photo.

I always think of that photo and write down 600 words.

[Think Tank | Special Topics]. This photo was not taken because the date was young. But because the people inside are still young. That photo is the first one. This is the last one so far.

A family portrait doesn't mean anything, but that family portrait represents that young time. When we are washed away by years, when we see our childhood, it makes people sigh that time flies, and our parents with thick black hair are also washed away by years. In the photo, I am still a baby, my brother is still a primary school student, and now one is a senior high school entrance examination student and the other is a college student.

My parents are also much older. The aging of the body leads to the emergence of diseases, which makes them lose their vitality in the photos. That photo proves that time flies. Whatever you do, it will pass in the end.

We can't keep time. Time makes our memory suffer all kinds of blows every day. Only photos can remind us of that time. Thinking about the time we should do, if the parents in the photo are still young, we may do less, but time doesn't allow it, so we should do something we should do instead of letting our elderly parents do something for us that they can't do now. That photo reminds us a lot that time has passed, so don't let the present time pass.

A kind of love seen in the photo is also a kind of love now. This photo retains its former youth and now gives it a maturity. If I can, I'd like to take another family photo and photograph the present years. When we open the photo album again, I will see the family photos of my childhood, adolescence and youth. When I came out to work, I saw my silly self at that time.

That photo that always reminds me makes me feel the ruthlessness of time, but it also makes me feel that my parents' love for us is unchangeable.

2. The composition of the senior high school entrance examination always reminds me of that photo. When I look at photos, I always think of an album that 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, probably because I had never seen such heavy snow. 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, and even I couldn't tell where the road was. I was curious and walked out of the house. Unexpectedly, I almost couldn't pull it out when I stepped on it. At that moment, the next-door neighbor came out with a snow shovel and soon shoveled a thin path in front of our house. 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. I began to do all kinds of movements, singing, saluting and conducting. At this moment, I am like an all-around warrior. My parents are laughing, and I am laughing with them. Whenever I see this photo, I giggle. It became a part of my childhood and a source of my happiness. But when I looked at the slightly yellow photo, I was a little sad. Time flies. These things will last forever.

I always think of that graduation photo, and I always think of that photo in my composition.

Time is like running water, cutting the memories of life into photos, some are happy, some are lonely, and some are yellow. This faded memory reminds me of the pain that has always settled in my heart.

Back to my mother's hometown Miao village, a familiar smell of altar wood surrounded me as soon as I entered the door; Looking around, there is a big photo on the wall, which is a photo of my grandfather's death. Although it is grandpa's independent photo, I still feel that grandpa's majesty is still there, just a little more intimate. I remember grandpa once took me into his green vegetable garden, took me to catch bugs, taught me to wash clothes and had a good time with me. Now, the vegetable garden is no longer bright, and no one is going to tidy it up. Instead, it increases loneliness. It was supposed to be a busy harvest season, but no one passed by; It should be the sky dotted with white clouds, but it has also changed color, and the wind began to blow in the dark; There should be happy laughter, but now, only the north wind is roaring and crazy. ...

A year has passed, and the photos are not as yellow and faded as time goes by; Grandpa's smile, also slowly disappeared in my mind; The house I am most familiar with, in an instant, becomes strange. If memory is a video tape, then photos are framed one by one to make people remember. Although my grandfather and I had many photos, they were all burned. Over time, everyone forgot that time and only took a photo to save it.

An old photo, though of little use, is priceless; Nothing rare is worth writing a memoir. Although it is a long time ago, every time I see it at a different time and place, I have different feelings and feelings. I think: this is the charm of old photos; Although it can't change the world, it can change a person and make his life more exciting!

4. How to write an unforgettable composition [unforgettable composition]

Once, when I was helping my mother clean up the utility room downstairs, I came across a photo. I picked up the photo, blew the dust on it, wiped it with my hand and looked at it carefully. It turned out to be a photo of me and a foreign child, a photo composition. I was only seven years old at that time. I went to Beijing to play with my parents. We went to the zoo. I was fascinated by the sand at the door when I came out. I ran and squatted beside the sand to play with it. Playing and playing, another foreign girl came and played with me in the sand. She comes from Holland and is much shorter than me. She was five years old and her parents were studying in Peking University, China. I nervously said to her, "Hello!" She looked at me and replied, "Hello!" In this way, we got to know each other, so we played with the sand happily. Although it was very cold at that time, we were all very happy! In order to commemorate our first acquaintance, my mother specially took two or three photos of me and her, and also took photos of our first time playing with sand as a souvenir. Until today, it left a good memory in my mind. ...

Please use "I will always remember that photo."

Bored, I inadvertently looked up and saw this exquisite and happy old photo-the only family photo. Silent for a while, carefully, crept down from the bedside of the bedroom, gently and slowly holding a paper ball to wipe the dust. ...

This photo has an age. On this matter, I have to recall a night five years ago. ...

"Let's go and take a photo!" My mother is enlightening my introverted father who doesn't want to take pictures. Finally, in the eloquent mother's war of words and my death, my father reluctantly agreed.

You can reach a large photo studio within ten minutes' walk. After entering the store, there are more or less photos of various styles hanging on the walls around, which can't help but increase my desire to take a formal "family photo".

After a series of preparatory work: choosing clothes, dressing, making up, etc. , I can finally take pictures! But at this critical moment, the young and ignorant sister lost her chain at the critical moment-she was at a loss, afraid of strangers and the environment, and under the bright lighting facilities, her sister cried with fear.

Our family, including the photographer, are anxious like ants on hot bricks-sweating with anxiety. Everyone uses wheel tactics-one by one to please sobbing girls. Delicious snacks, cute dolls, beautiful hairpins ... are all second-hand.

Finally, my sister calmed down at least, but the time was almost consumed and the photos were taken faster. My sister's eyes are red, like a little white rabbit, which makes people want to love.

In this way, the photos are taken, and then they are waiting to be developed.

A few days later, our family came here again. But this time, my sister was no longer afraid of strangers and stopped crying. By contrast, she is quieter. Looking at the 24-inch big picture with clear solid wood frame, the happiness of the family is fixed at this moment.

Seeing that photo reminds me of my parents.

On the wall of mom and dad's bedroom, there is a picture of them. In the photo, mom and dad stand side by side with happy smiles on their faces. Whenever I see this photo, I always think of an interesting thing that happened when I took this photo a few years ago.

It was an autumn holiday, and my family went to the scenic Zizhuyuan Park to play. Dad took pictures everywhere with a digital camera, and soon there were only a few spare ones left. I looked at my father and was really envious. I thought how proud I would be if I learned to take pictures!

Then my mother pointed to a landscape and said, "The background here is really beautiful. Let's take a group photo! " "Dad said," Wait a minute, someone will come and ask someone to take pictures! """Don't bother, just let Jiang Wei try!" I was both excited and nervous when I heard my mother's words. I can't help thinking: what if I can't shoot well? Now dad "don't be afraid, take a good shot!" " "I picked up the camera to encourage.

Although the camera has been put on my neck, my hands are still shaking with fear. I finally "aimed" at my parents and pressed the button, but my father didn't click and the flash didn't turn on. I took a few steps forward with my camera and said suspiciously, "What camera? Why doesn't it respond! " "But after saying his word, I heard a" crack "and took a close-up of my father's thigh. I stayed where I was, like a frustrated ball. Ahem! I really didn't press it when I should, and I pressed it when I shouldn't.

Dad quickly came to comfort me and said, "It doesn't matter. The next time you shoot, you should find the right button to make it more difficult and wait for a while before walking. " So I aimed at them again according to my father's statement, held my hand and pressed the button hard, only to hear a crisp click, and my first successful work, the photo of my parents in the sunset, was born. Since then, I have been out of control. I usually find some books on photography to read. As long as the whole family goes out to play, I will seize the opportunity to practice in actual combat and practice my basic skills. I am more and more interested in photography.

Now my photography level is quite good! There have been several photo albums, but my favorite photo is my debut-a photo of my parents in the sunset. I specifically asked their permission to hang it at home. Every time I see this photo. I can't help laughing out loud, because it will remind me of my childhood memories and let me relive my childhood happiness.

7. 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!

8. How to write a photo composition 1: In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui.

Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one! My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy.

Because there is always a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.

At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost like eating at home, but I didn't expect my father to turn off his phone.

Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments.

In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I even enlarged that photo on purpose. Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see a picture in my mind and feel my father by my side.

At this moment, I no longer feel that * * * is a ghost, but that * * * is so sweet, because he proved that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it! Two: Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its spirit of facing difficulties. In my little photo album, there is a photo that means a lot to me.

It was taken where the Red Army flew over the Luding Bridge. Last May Day, our family was discussing where to travel. Dad said, "Why don't we go on a red tour this year?" ! Go to Luding Bridge. "

Let's go, we have embarked on a red journey. The scenery along the way is beautiful, with mountains, forests and clouds. It feels like a fairyland on earth.

After a few hours' drive, I finally came to Luding Bridge, which I have been longing for for for for a long time. Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Ganzi Prefecture, Sichuan Province. At first glance, it's just an ordinary iron cable bridge on the Dadu River.

But after listening to the introduction of the guide aunt, I have a new understanding of Luding Bridge. It turned out that in order to stop the Red Army's Long March, the enemy tore down the boards on the bridge and kept shooting with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here.

But instead of being discouraged, they braved the enemy's bullets to crawl on the chain and won the final victory. I want to walk on the bridge, too, but as soon as I get there, the bridge starts to shake. I quickly held the chain by the bridge and was shocked to see the rolling Dadu River water under the bridge.

Considering how difficult it is for the Red Army to fly over Luding Bridge, I have a sincere admiration for them. Dad said, "Let's take a picture here as a souvenir."

Click, I took a photo on the Luding Bridge. Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.

Three: There is a very warm and harmonious family photo on my desk. It's still new, because that's what I cherish.

At that time, I was in primary school. For holidays, I just want to play unilaterally. Mom and dad are very satisfied.

But this time is an exception. They have something to go back to their hometown, and because I have to study, they can't take me with them. A few days before departure, they asked me to take care of me during my period and bought me a lot of things as if to please me.

I know they're leaving. I don't want to pester them like hooligans, but I look helpless. This is a relief for them.

Finally, there is only one day left, and they will leave tomorrow. This is the first time I have been separated from them for so long. "Shanshan, mom is leaving tomorrow. Do you need anything else? " Mother asked in her softest voice.

"Mom, you have to go. Can you give me a photo? " I said, looking at her wistfully. "Sure, which one do you want?" Mother asked politely.

"I want a photo of me, my father and you. It's a family photo!" I held my mother's hand as if begging. "Well, you wait a moment.

I will find it. "Say that finish, she got up to go.

"no!" I grabbed her and said, "I want the old one, I want the present one, just today." Mom looked at me and said, "OK, we'll leave when Dad comes back, OK?" "good!" I nodded my head.

I took my parents by the hand and came to the photo studio. I was so excited that I realized my wish there with my favorite parents.

They left the next day. In more than twenty days after they left, I don't know how many nights, holding it, thinking about mom and dad, and gradually falling asleep.

In my sleep, I dreamed of living with them. Although it has been a long time, this photo has always been my favorite.

It is my soul and comfort when I am lonely.

9. A photo with the title of photo reminds me of an unforgettable thing. How can I write a composition with a title? In my photo album, there is a photo of Zhang Zhengui, which was taken one autumn two years ago. The little boy in the photo looks very proud. He is wearing a pair of white sports shoes with a blue sweater on top and a brown striped sling on the bottom. He is chubby and looks very energetic. Who the hell is this little boy? Haha, tell you, that's me!

I remember that I was six years old that year. One sunny morning, my mother and I went to see a children's painting and calligraphy exhibition. Because my works are on display there. My mother and I walked into the crowded exhibition hall. We look for my works while enjoying the calligraphy hanging around us. Suddenly, my mother said, "Look, Li Bin!" Following my mother's hand, I saw my work hanging high on the wall at one side of the exhibition hall. The words "erudite and elegant" are particularly eye-catching. I rushed over and was very excited. Because this work embodies my hard work and sweat for nearly a year.

I am admiring my work narcissistically. Suddenly, an uncle with a camera behind him asked me, "Little friend, do you want to take a picture?" I quickly replied, "Yes." Mom also agreed. I stand in front of my work. I saw a flash of camera light and a click. My uncle took a good photo of me. I almost jumped for joy. I can't wait to see my photos.

The next day, I got the photos back. In order to keep it well, I put it in an album and take it out from time to time. Why should I keep this photo? To tell you the truth: this photo is my pride, and I will keep it for a long time. I should always look at my appearance at that time, so that it will always inspire me to study hard. At the same time, I also want my relatives and friends to see this photo, which is also an encouragement to me. Friend, are you right?

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