I always think of the composition of that photo.

In ordinary daily life, everyone has been exposed to composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is the composition I helped you organize. I always think of that photo, hoping to help you.

I always think of that photo. Time is like running water, cutting the memories of life into photos, some are happy, some are lonely, some are yellow, and this faded memory reminds me of the pain that will always precipitate 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!

I always think of that photo. As soon as I saw the photos of three little girls on the table, I thought of that special party.

On that day, my good friend Feifei will go abroad to study. Because it's an afternoon flight, Toto and I are going to see her off. The three of us are going to play all morning and see Feifei off together in the afternoon.

We went to more than one, and Duoduo's father showed us a movie, which is the big fish Haitang that we all like. After watching the movie, I looked at the clock. Hey, it's only half past nine. "Let's play hide and seek!" I said. Let's cut cloth with stones. "Oh, my God." "Why should I look for it?" I carried my back in the kitchen, and they rushed to the hiding corner they were aiming at like arrows. Although I tried to listen to which direction they ran, the voice became weaker and weaker. I don't know where they are hiding. At that time. I really want someone to tell me where they are hiding. I also want them to reveal their position with a smile. But I looked for it for a long time. I just found one in the closet, Toto. Where is Feifei hiding? So I've been laughing there. She finally could not help laughing. Ha ha! I found you Feifei!

What a sumptuous lunch! There are chicken wings, grilled sausages and grilled seafood. My saliva is all over the floor! Lunch tastes good! The ham sausage is crispy, the juice of grilled seafood is delicious, and the chicken wings of coke are delicious. You can know the taste without eating it! After lunch, we went to see Feifei off. Watching Feifei's car go away, I have an indescribable sadness.

This party made me deeply realize the happiness of friends' gathering and the sadness of parting.

I always think of that photo. The thunder flew over my head, and I forgot to cover my ears and forget my own horror.

When my mother was young, she was well-proportioned and loved to dress up. She caught up with the fashion of that era and pursued it brilliantly. A washed coat made of tannins, three-dimensional hanging pants, scarves of different colors, long wavy chestnut hair, and a square mouth that she tries to hide every time she takes a photo. She always says that she can't laugh well, so she can only let herself go and laugh in her own unique way. I think, without her trademark square mouth and hearty laughter, that mother would not be like her mother. Only these aunts who are close to their mothers stand together, and their faces can only darken silently under the contrast of their mothers. Mom likes tall eyebrows, which match her sunken eyebrows. Both in figure and appearance, Wan Ru has permeated the traces of western women being washed out by oriental fireworks.

In this way, a mother with external image charm has her own uniqueness. Obviously, she is a woman who is moved to tears by life, but her first impression is always "Oh, a strong woman"! I have been trying to remember that she is my mother, because I always feel that she has suffered too much and is sad because of this, but she is my mother, and I need and have the responsibility to help her bear this pain. She is not afraid of getting into trouble, but of feeling the sadness behind her inner strength. I love her and think about her all the time.

In the photo, she is being held by a stone dam.

In the photo, she is still smiling.

I always think of that photo. Yesterday, I sat in front of the TV and watched TV. During the commercial time, I accidentally looked up and saw the photos on TV. This photo made me think a lot and reminded me of a beautiful and unforgettable memory.

The photo shows a young couple with a fleshy baby in his wife's arms, and the husband's hand gently rests on his wife's shoulder. What a loving family photo! The baby is me, and obviously the young couple are my parents.

The father in the photo is so young and handsome, but with the baptism of years, calluses have grown on his hands and wrinkles have gradually appeared on his face. Isn't it the same with mom? How beautiful and generous she is in the photo. Time is like killing a pig knife, making people old! That day, when I was combing my mother's hair, I saw some white hairs on her head. This reminds me of me when I was a child in the photo. In the photo, I sat in my mother's arms and smiled naively. At that time, my life was happy and carefree. However, time flies and I am growing up slowly. Occasionally, I feel sad, angry, depressed and have a lot of negative emotions. Ten years of reincarnation, people have changed so much! Time flies, time flies. I'm growing up and my parents are getting old.

"Ke Ting, go and do your homework!" My mind was pulled back by my mother's words. I quickly turned off the TV, went back to my room, opened my composition book and wrote this composition-"I will always think of that photo."

I always think of that photo. When I opened the drawer, there was a photo that caught my eye: I am so happy with a lovely dog! The puppy is black and has no hair. His eyes are big, You Lan. It looks very excited, with its tail stuck high. ...

This puppy was brought back by my father. I named it Xiaohe. I like Xiao He very much, and Xiao He likes me very much. Whenever I have time, I play with Xiaohei and have a good time.

Until that day, a few days before the start of my first grade, my parents were still discussing how to send Blackie away. I happened to be heard by my ears. I held back my sadness. After their meeting, I asked my mother quietly, "Why did you send Blackie away? Don't you think he is cute? " My mother said to me, "You are going to primary school soon, so you don't have time to play with Xiaohei. If you send Blackie away, he may find a better family. " I nodded in agreement.

It's time to send Blackie away. I took a photo with Xiaohei and sent him away during his nap. Since then, I have never seen Blackie again.

Where is Blackie now? Did it find a good family? I still don't know the answers to these questions.

I always think of that photo. It's a warm photo, an ordinary photo. That photo left a deep impression on me. That's not a family photo, it's a photo of me laughing with my family after climbing Huangshan Mountain. That was a long time ago. At that time, my parents were still at home, my aunt was not married, and my family was complete. But since mom and dad went to work abroad, the family has been separated. Grandpa was seriously ill and aunt got married. Only grandma is taking care of my brother and me at home. This photo has been echoing in my mind.

This photo always makes me happy. Once, I won the first place in the whole grade composition competition, so happy! I want my parents to know the good news, but I don't have a mobile phone. What should I do? I had a brainwave, took out my photo and said, "Dad, Mom, what do you think I got?" I stared at the photo and said. Say that finish, I seem to see their corners of the mouth with a satisfied smile. This makes me happier! I shouted again: "My daughter won glory for you!" " They laughed again. ...

A few months later, my father came back, but my mother did not. I took out the photo, left two tears and said, "Dad, you're back. Where's mom? " Dad listened, and two tears as big as beans hit my face. He took out his mobile phone and said, "Your mother is here ..." Two tears "fell from the sky" and wet the photo. ...

I always think of that photo. I have found many photos since I was a child, and now there may be more than 1000 photos. These photos are very rich in content, such as travel, parties, birthdays, sports meetings and many exciting moments. Among these photos, what impressed me the most was that my parents and I went to Qingdao seaside to play with sand and seawater.

I remember that it was a summer, and my parents and I took the No.9 bus to Golden Beach. When we get there, let's go to the locker room to change.

I came to the seaside and suddenly felt refreshed. My little feet are really comfortable on the fine sand. Suddenly, I felt very tired under my feet. I looked up, haha, it turned out to be clam skin. They couldn't help laughing.

I started to go to sea. I did some warm-up exercises first. I put on my goggles, leaned over, kicked and jumped into the sea. I began to show my swimming skills. I spread my limbs and fluttered in the water. A big wave came and hit me right on the body. I screamed in pain. Just then, my father pressed the shutter of the camera and took this precious photo.

This is my happiest day in Qingdao. I love you in Qingdao.

I must cherish this photo.

I always think of that photo. There is a very interesting photo in my photo album. I have a long sea cucumber in my hand. This is a photo of me fishing in Long Island, Shandong Province last summer vacation.

At five in the morning, we went fishing with local fishermen. We caught many starfish, shrimps, crabs and all kinds of fish, as well as many marine creatures that I have never seen before. When marine life is captured on fishing boats, some of them struggle to return to the sea. Crabs seem to protest with big pliers. The most interesting thing is sea cucumber. He looks like a piece of black mud. I picked up a sea cucumber, whose short body was originally mine. I was surprised to find that it became thin and long. I gently squeezed its soft body, and it spouted water from a small hole. My sister standing by saw it and pinched it. It sprayed water again, and its body became thinner and thinner. Just when we were having fun with the sea cucumber, my mother left me this unforgettable moment with her camera. We put some small fish and shrimp back into the sea.

This photo recorded my fishing experience, and also made me understand the hardships of fishermen's fishing, and let me see many magical marine life, which I will never forget!

I always think of that photo. On Sunday, I finished my homework. I am idle and bored. Suddenly I saw a thick photo album on my desk. When I opened it, I saw the old photos of me and the tiger at first sight.

I remember when I was five years old, my parents took me to visit the safari park. There are monkeys, pandas, elephants, parrots, peacocks and other animals in the zoo. What impressed me the most was watching the mighty tiger exhibition. Under the command of the animal trainer, the tiger is especially obedient, like a docile kitten. Five or six tigers lined up neatly for fire drills, crawling forward, rolling in place, etc ... Just when I was fascinated by the program, all the other tigers left, leaving only one tiger. The animal trainer said that I could take photos with tigers for free. I am very happy. I hurried to the queue, but when it was my turn, I was afraid to go. I was scared to cry. Finally, with the encouragement of my parents, I walked behind the tiger step by step and put up two little fingers. At that time, I was still a little scared. I only heard a "click" and now I have grown up. Whenever I see this old photo with the tiger, I always feel very kind. I must keep this precious photo.

I always think of that photo. Take time out of your busy schedule and look through old photos. Inadvertently turned a page, my fingers froze, looking at the slightly faded photos, memories flooded in.

It's an ordinary old house, and there is an old pagoda tree in the yard in front of it, which is not tall but has lush foliage. The warm sunshine in autumn casts a mottled shadow on the roof of the old house. Several cats in the house climbed up the wall while the weather was fine, and formed a few furry balls on the roof, bathed in the sunshine. This is the old house where I lived when I was a child, and it is a place where I have good memories.

I lived here for a while when I was a child, and I was very happy. There is a small vegetable garden in the backyard of the old house, where an eggplant and corn are planted, with beans before and after. Green bean vines on the fence and pumpkins in the corner also climbed onto the roof, and a big pumpkin hung on the dark green leaves. This is the harvest season. As soon as I get up, I will breathe fresh air here.

At the door of the old house, there are strings of corn and some old pumpkins at the root of the wall. Sometimes I get up in the morning and see the frost on the pumpkin, which is very cold. There is a small stove next to the pumpkin. In the early autumn night, there are always a group of children who like to gather around the stove, smell the sweet smell in the stove, and look forward to the moment when the stove is opened-the sweet potato planted in the backyard of the old house has a slightly charred skin and a fragrant smell, which tastes sweet and soft and warms the autumn night.

I lived in the front yard, but the old house brought me good memories, which I will never forget.

This memory has always been displayed in my heart, and it is the mark of happiness.

I always think of that photo composition 1 1 In our beautiful photo album, there is a photo that makes people laugh. There is a three or four-year-old girl standing in front of a pitaya tree crying. Yes, that little girl is me.

I remember it was a weekend when I just went to kindergarten. My parents took me to a dragon orchard in the suburbs to pick fruit. This is the place where I first saw pitaya grow. It feels like rows of big fairy strips with thorns. I'm novel and scared. As I walked, our stomachs began to sing "Empty City Plan". So my mother bought some pitaya and opened it. I saw that pitaya meat was red, so I asked curiously, "This meat is red. Is there blood?"

"No, it's red!" Mom said with a smile.

"Really? Is this the only color? "

"No, there is white meat, and red meat is more delicious than white meat!" Mom replied.

Hearing this sentence, I swallowed it. It's really sweet and juicy, and the mouth is full of red juice. Mom and dad saw me smile like this and said, "Our daughter has become a clown!" " "I was angry and burst into tears. Who knows, they are not worried at all, but they laugh even harder. As soon as I saw it, I became even angrier and began to run away.

Dad blinked mysteriously and pressed the shutter, and my funny appearance was preserved forever.

Now, whenever we see this photo full of childlike interest, we will laugh.

I always think of that photo. There are many photos hidden in a room in my home. There are graduation photo, travel photos, news photos and so on. What impressed me deeply was the self-portrait that looked shabby.

That selfie is a photo of me and my parents playing in the West Lake. I am fat in the photo for nothing. If you compare my photos now, you won't recognize them. Not to mention the parents in the photo, there are several more wrinkles in the corner of the eye than at that time. But in my eyes, they are always the youngest people in the world.

The scenery in the photo is also beautiful. Two willows fluttered in the wind on both sides of the photo, just like two little girls dancing with long hair! There are many white clouds floating in the blue sky, some like a lovely sheep, some like an attractive cotton candy, and some like a dragon flying in the sky. The flowers in the photo are not to be outdone. They are red, white, purple, crimson and light green. They are colorful and beautiful!

Because this photo let me see what I looked like when I was a child, let me see what my parents looked like at that time, and let me see how beautiful the flowers and lush willows of the West Lake were at that time. No matter in school, park or supermarket, I will think of this photo. This selfie recorded my childhood and presented the scenery of the West Lake at that time. I want to keep it well.

I always think of that photo. As time goes by, many stories are forgotten, but time always leaves traces of growth. Maybe an old photo will remind you of a long time ago. ...

Today, I found an old photo of a child sitting on the ground eating a cake. I felt very strange, so I asked my mother, "Who is that child sitting on the ground?" Mom said, "Isn't that you?" I was surprised and said, "How is that possible? How can I sit on the ground and eat cake alone? " "Don't you remember, didn't you see the date in the photo?" "Oh, it's Women's Day. But why do you still eat cake? " My mother seemed to read my mind and said, "That was when you went to kindergarten. March 8th is Women's Day. Teachers organize parents and children to go for an outing. Later, I learned that it happened to be Shen Chubing's birthday, so the teacher suggested that Women's Day be celebrated with her birthday. We also played many games, sang birthday songs, spread newspapers on the floor and sat on the floor eating cakes. Mom thought it was very interesting, so she took out her camera and clicked it, and this photo was born. " After listening to my mother's story, I suddenly felt that an ordinary-looking photo recorded such a beautiful story.

I will cherish these photos in the future, whether they are sad or sweet. Because each one carries many precious memories of growing up.

I always think of that photo composition 14. There are many messy photos in my album. When I am bored, I always like to look at photos. Yes, when I was sorting out photos, suddenly, a familiar figure flashed in front of my eyes. I gently took out the photo, and after reading it, I shed tears silently, because the little boy in the photo is my good friend. His name is Yang Yang.

I am three years older than Yang Yang, and we were born on the same day in the same year. My mother said that Yang Yang and I had a fate. We often play together, and gradually, we become inseparable friends. Yang Yang is very clever and sensible. Young as he is, he knows how to care about people!

Because a wild child in our city often has scars, Yang Yang will hold my hand when he sees it and ask, "Sister, what's wrong with you here?" Is it painful or serious? " When others bully me, he will stand up and protect me.

Yes, he was injured to protect me, but he was strong. Instead of crying, he came to comfort me. Seeing his sensible appearance, I was moved to tears and touched Yang Yang's head and said, "Thank you, Yang Yang."

But one day, my father asked me to transfer to Youyang to study. This sudden blow made me very sad. Yang Yang and I have known each other for three years and have deep feelings. I can't bear to leave Yang Yang. On the day of parting, when I looked back, Yang Yang's eyes were full of tears, and I cried, too.

It's been over a year, but I still trust Yang Yang, and I don't know how he is doing.

I always think of that photo composition 15 Today, I turned to an old photo in my closet. That's a photo taken by my family when I was four years old when they traveled to the beautiful Ankang. There are my dear mother, three menstrual periods and three lovely brothers and sisters in the photo. In the photo, we are in the beautiful nature, and everyone's face has left a bright smile.

I remember that it was the National Day of 20xx, and our family finally got together and made an appointment to travel together. There are beautiful scenery, rolling green hills and a small river along the way. The river is crystal clear, and there are fish and shrimp in the water! We had a farmhouse meal there, had a water fight, caught crabs and drifted on bamboo rafts ... We seemed to forget all our troubles and had a good time. Finally, it's time to go home. It has been suggested that it is a pity that such a beautiful scenery and such a rare party were not photographed. So we stood together and shouted, "One, two, three, eggplant!" " "We all laughed, and this moment left our eternal memory!

Now look at this photo again. In the photo, my second aunt has gone to work in other places, and my sister has also gone to college in Shanghai. It is difficult for our whole family to get together organically. So this photo is more precious, and I must take good care of it.