Write a picture of yourself. I write a composition of 300 words.

I took a lot of photos, all of which were put in a delicate little photo album, and one of them was 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 and came out, the young man was still very energetic. Before coming to the camera, the uncle who took the photo asked me to pose, and it took me a long time to set it up. The uncle who took the photo flashed at me, and my eyes flashed for a long time. I feel a little annoyed. At this time, my mother said, "Don't worry, son, be patient!" Finally, my uncle said, "Good! All right! Freeze! " Just listen to "click" and take a photo. I can't wait to see this photo. I am so energetic in the photo! This is my favorite of all my photos!

Your own photo composition is 300 words! ! ! Urgent need! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ... once, a photo was a piece of paper recording our growing faces, which was always taken by one or several people who kept smiling and obeyed the rules.

Now, photos are already network signals to record our good memories.

We can look at photos anytime and anywhere, and will not fade and turn white because of the baptism of years.

Looking at our photos and recalling what we were like, what attitude and what mood in Na Yue, we always sigh that we have changed so much, grown so much and experienced so much.

We can also see the traces left by years on us from the photos, and they are so clear and obvious.

In other words, photos are the best witness for us to recall ourselves and reflect on ourselves.

Write a composition about my photos for three years. Yesterday, I finished my homework and opened the photo album at will. Suddenly, a picture of a child sitting on a cane chair caught my attention, and I couldn't help looking at it carefully.

The photo shows a chubby little cute, dressed in white, sitting on a bamboo chair, with his mouth open, drooling, waving his arms as if he wanted something, and his bright eyes shining straight.

Isn't that me? It's full of my greed and my naughty.

According to my mother, this photo was taken when I was five months old. An aunt came to our house and brought a big watermelon.

Mother cut the watermelon and ate it with her aunt.

At that time, I thought: that thing is bright red and moist, so it should be delicious! So I waved my little hand and shouted for a taste.

Just when my father came back from the outside to see this wonderful and ridiculous scene, he quickly picked up the camera and photographed this naughty me, thus leaving this beautiful photo.

Seven years passed unconsciously, and I grew up unconsciously. Although I am still so greedy and naughty, I am as naive and handsome as when I was a child.

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Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, I will think 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 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 left 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.

On my desk, there is a photo of our classmate graduation photo, who graduated from grade six. It is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too.

I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache.

The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey.

There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture.

After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us.

This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away.

The students in our class may have turned into their impatience, and they want to take immediate action in everything they do. As long as it is decided or negotiated, they will definitely implement it immediately, which makes me inadvertently think of some spicy people.

There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we have got to know each other. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it.

"If a classmate in our class is bullied, we absolutely have the responsibility to get justice for her, so it makes salty tears very sweet and seeps into our hearts ... A photo can fully remind us of all kinds of interesting things in a beautiful childhood.

Whenever I see this photo on the table, my heart can't help but be like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Every flavor is so meaningful, and every flavor contains our beautiful memories, which makes us have a wonderful childhood.

Write a 500-word composition with a photo as the topic, and write it yourself ... I am anxious to take a photo I like "click", and 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 looks very similar to our common lock, 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.

Urgent! ! ! Composition about photos (must be original)! ! (Waiting online for 3 hours) How long has it been since I ... opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory.

On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting.

From those yellowed album pages, the laughter seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, and the fleeting time, the old flavor floated out.

Look at this old photo.

Is that little girl with thin hair, black eyes and a white veil really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt.

Although I was naughty and active in my knee-length skirt, I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up", as if my legs were kicking in the air.

Looking at this photo, the small fragments of childhood are easily shaken off.

I remember my father told me that when I was a child, my parents often took me to the stadium because it was near my home.

There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "learns to shoot in a skirt". As soon as I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me.

At that time, parents would always watch quietly, grab a few shots from time to time, and "click" with their cameras for a close-up.

Count, one, two, three ... There are many photos in the album about the jokes planted on the court when I was a child.

Think about it, I was only five or six years old then! Fingertips touch the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories, and instantly gather into an ocean.

Dad in the old photo is sitting in a chair reading a book leisurely; Mom in the old photo, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun; In the old photos, I wore pink clothes and played carefree by the sea ... Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the unchanging memory is warm.

I don't know my parents'. You can use this first anyway.

One of my photographic compositions opened an old photo album of my grandfather, which contained many touching photos. Among them, a special photo attracted me deeply. This is1the real scene taken by a reporter who risked his life when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 937.

This painting is a mess.

The house collapsed and lay on the train track; Tianqiao and billboards have also moved home, no longer standing tall, but collapsed on the ground, with debris scattered all over the place; The train was blown into several sections; Only a little boy squatted on the ground with a doll in his arms. His head, body and feet are covered with blood, as if he had just climbed out of the blood bank. He opened his mouth as if to say, "Mom, where are you?" Dad, where are you? "At that time, Shanghai South Railway Station was very lively, with people coming and going and a thriving scene.

On August 28th, Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station with bombs and artillery.

Adults with children in their arms are ready to escape from the war.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering alarm sounded.

People all panicked and kept fleeing in all directions, crying, shouting and calling for help.

A couple ran to the city with their children. Bombs fell from the sky. Boom? The child's mother fell in a pool of blood. She swallowed her last breath and said, "Quick, quick, take the child away." The father held back his tears and led the child to run on.

Another boom. A bomb landed next to dad. Dad immediately jumped on the child, and the child was crushed by his father. After a while, the bombing stopped, and the air was still filled with a strong smell of explosives.

The child slowly crawled out from under his father and saw that his father was covered in blood. The child was frightened and kept shaking his father and shouting, but his father could no longer respond to the child's call.

How many lives were sacrificed and how much property was lost in this bombing.

This made me understand that if I fall behind, I will be beaten. When I grow up, I will study hard, work hard and serve my country.

Teacher's comment: The article introduces the origin of this special photo at the beginning, which brings readers into the story of this old photo.

The article reviews the origin of this old photo, bringing readers into that era of war and humiliation.

The little author's description of this real scene is exquisite and full of grief and hatred for Japan.

The little author's description of this true story is like his own personal experience, adding his own real thoughts and feelings, which is necessary for writing an article and the essence and soul of writing an article.

Only by integrating yourself into the context of the article can you write a flesh-and-blood article.

At the same time, the little author also learned a lot from this old photo.

The young author has this idea of serving the motherland in the future, which deserves encouragement and praise.

A ridiculous photo of mine, written in 500 words (about myself). In a photo, there is a little girl sitting on the beach in a bathing suit.

This photo was taken on the beach when my family traveled to Shenzhen when I was nine years old.

On that day, my family came out of the hotel, put on swimsuits and I rushed to the beach.

The wide beach is full of glittering and translucent fine sand. Stepping on it is like stepping on a soft and comfortable carpet.

A wave came and the sea rushed to my feet, and I immediately felt cool and comfortable.

The water receded, and the sand I took slipped from my feet, feeling a little itchy.

There is still some sand left, which makes my feet sink into the sand.

Another wave came and my feet sank in again.

Several times in a row, even the instep was submerged by sand.

I sat on the beach and watched the undulating sea water like agitated silk. The waves kept rolling and kissing the beach on the shore.

Looking from a distance, the sea is boundless, and the blue sky and the green sea are connected into one, and it is almost impossible to tell which is the sky and which is the sea.

At this time, the sea quietly climbed onto the beach, playing and whispering, and sometimes fondling me playfully.

When I was awakened by its cold water, it ran away playfully.

Sometimes, it will come to me with a pure flower, and I will bend down to pick it, but what I hold is a basin of cool water.

Sometimes, it will push cute little shells and conchs to my feet.

I picked up the little gift it gave me and thanked it. It smiled with satisfaction and giggled.

I regard this photo as a treasure, because it has my good memories.

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I happened to see an album today and turned it over with relish. Suddenly, a photo caught my attention.

In the photo, my father showed a bright smile, and my mother was like a happy elf with a quiet smile on her face.

As for me, I snuggled up to my mother with a happy expression.

Many people in the back are playing happily in the swimming pool. When was it taken? I opened the door of memory and searched in my mind ... When I was five years old, my family came to Zhelin to travel.

That day, the weather was fine, the sun was high in the sky and the birds were chirping.

The scenic spots in Zhelin consist of natural lakes and many small islands. The scenery there is like a fairyland. Surrounded by mountains, water and sky are the same. There are birds flying freely in the sky and fish playing happily in the water.

Tourists laugh and laugh from time to time on the island. We came to one of the islands. Wow! What a big swimming pool! There are many people swimming and playing in the water.

It's a pity that I'm a real landlubber and I don't know anything about water, otherwise I would have jumped into the water.

Fortunately, the beautiful scenery here today is also intoxicating! At this time, my father said excitedly, "Let's take pictures?" Our family sat by the swimming pool, and I sat between my parents with a water polo. My mother stroked my head with her hand, and my father put his arm around me with his right hand. We smiled happily, and "one, two, three" clicked, and the family's happiness was always fixed at this moment.

This photo has become a witness to the happiness of our family!

My favorite photo composition is 600 words. Every time I open the photo album, there are many photos in it.

There is one I think is "the apple of my eye".

There is a little me in the photo, snuggling in my parents' arms and smiling so sweetly.

Just when I turned one and a half years old, my parents took me to Penglai Park to take photos.

I'm very, very scared.

My left hand clutched my mother's clothes tightly, as if it were going to fall off.

I have a big red balloon in my right hand.

My mother also drew a red beauty spot on my forehead, which set off the red flowers like green leaves. With it, I look more beautiful and lovely.

When I started taking pictures, my father smiled from ear to ear; Mom's mouth is smiling like a newly opened peony flower.

I ah! I was looking around, at a loss, and I didn't know I had taken a photo.

That looks real, funny and naughty.

My uncle with a camera took this opportunity to take this precious photo.

What a happy moment! What a happy life! I like it because it records the happy and sweet life of our family. There are many photos in my closet, but I only like one.

This photo is from this side. In the past summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang to play together.

At nine o'clock the next morning, we arrived in Huangguoshu happily by car.

We visited Tianxing Bridge first, and then we came to the gate of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumble in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling.

When I looked closer, I saw a lot of water mist flapping on my face, which was very cool.

Approached, a huge white curtain came into view, that is Huangguoshu Waterfall.

I saw countless drops of water splashing down.

Under the sunshine, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls, shining with dazzling light.

Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a poem by Li Bai, a great poet, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days".

Then we move on. Soon, we came to the left of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a black hole here.

Oh! So this is the filming and singing of Journey to the West-water curtain cave.

So we went in.

I walked for a while and then came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, engraved with three concave characters-water curtain cave. Later, I decided to take a photo here.

I saw my uncle's camera click, which left a permanent memory for water curtain cave and me.

I like this photo because when I see it, I can clearly see the Huangguoshu Waterfall in my mind.

The children have written and talked about it, but how long has it been since I opened that album with old photos and bad stories? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory.

On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting.

From those yellowed album pages, the laughter seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, and the fleeting time, the old flavor floated out.

Look at this old photo.

Is that little girl with thin hair, black eyes and a white veil really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt.

Although I was naughty and active in my knee-length skirt, I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up", as if my legs were kicking in the air.

Looking at this photo, the small fragments of childhood are easily shaken off.

I remember my father told me that when I was a child, my parents often took me to the stadium because it was near my home.

There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "learns to shoot in a skirt". As soon as I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me.

At that time, parents would always watch quietly, grab a few shots from time to time, and "click" with their cameras for a close-up.

Count, one, two, three ... There are many photos in the album about the jokes planted on the court when I was a child.

Think about it, I was only five or six years old then! Fingertips touch the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories, and instantly gather into an ocean.

Dad in the old photo is sitting in a chair reading a book leisurely; Mom in the old photo, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun; In the old photos, I wore pink clothes and played carefree by the sea ... Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon, and constantly remembering the stories that warmed the old photos. Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it just time that passes in the process of growing up? Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo.

In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Yes, it was the Spring Festival.

Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents.

When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy.

Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks.

Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly.

At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.

It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

Stories of Old Photos When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of my eyes.

Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time.

I am about three years old in the photo.

The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light.

There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday".

Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday! As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me.

Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life.

When you see this photo again a few years later, you may be surprised and say, "Hey, is this me?" I think everyone is familiar with the story of the photo album? There are many interesting stories and some painful things about our childhood.

But whether it is painful, happy or interesting ... those photos are worth remembering, although they are not very sweet.

In my photo album, I also recorded my little-known things.

However, among many photos, the most unforgettable one is a photo taken by my father's colleague, when I was only five years old.

As soon as I saw this photo, what happened that day clearly came to my eyes ... It was a beautiful spring morning, and I got up early. When I got up, my stomach hurt a little. My mother saw me get up and told me to wash up. After a while, I came out of the bathroom and lost my appetite when I saw the food on the table.

My mother asked me to have breakfast. I said I had no appetite, but my mother insisted on it because she was afraid of my stomach trouble again! I crustily skin of head and sat down to eat a few mouthfuls, then put down my chopsticks and walked out the door.

Then dad came out with my breakfast and cried ...

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