Write a composition on the topic of photos.

1. Write a short essay on "photos" 1. 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 only 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. 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.

2. The story of old photos When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable memories came to 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?" 3. 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. Dad came out with my breakfast and asked me to eat it. I didn't eat it. He got angry and scolded me.

I bet a mouthful of rice.

2. The composition with photos as the theme was originally intended for you to learn from. If it's a reference, I'll give you a theme. The photos of my childhood remind me of happy memories and carefree life.

A photo of my childhood, my parents took many photos of me and formed an album. When I opened it, it was a picture of a naked pheasant swimming in the river. That naked child is me. I remember it was a holiday, and my father's colleague, Uncle Li, took it to Hong 'an Town to play. Every day after dinner, I can go swimming in Hong 'an River.

I remember that day, I went swimming with Uncle Li and Sister Sasha and came to the river. There are so many people swimming by the river! Some are breaststroke, some are butterfly and some are diving. I took off my clothes, put the lifebuoy in the water, and then jumped into it. My uncle also jumped into the water and plunged into it. He came to me and said, "Be careful, the water is deep."

I said I would. This is my first time swimming, and I am very happy in the water.

After swimming for a while, I suddenly heard a voice. It was the sound of a ship. Ships pass by the river from time to time. Ferry boats not far away come and go every day to send guests across the river and send them home. It's really hard. I saw a flock of ducks in the river. They also came to join in the fun and rowed in the clear river, as if they were competing with swimmers.

There are many fish in Hong 'an River, and some are spitting bubbles, as if greeting us. While I was having a good time, Uncle Li took this photo for me not far away.

Seven years later, I can't remember clearly what happened in Hong 'an, but when I opened the photo album and saw this photo, it reminded me of the happy day when I swam in Hong 'an River for the first time.

Write a composition on the topic of photos. Every photo is a beautiful memory, recording the story of my life. Xiao He composition network

My favorite is the photo taken when I was six years old and had a snowball fight. That day, I just got up and opened the door. It was snowing. The branches were bent by the heavy snow. It was quiet all around. I couldn't help shouting, "It's snowing!" After that, I found six or eight buddies in the community to have a snowball fight. We divide the "dragon" and "tiger" into two teams by palm-to-back. I am the commander in chief of the dragon. Xiao He composition network

The battle has begun. I took three generals and five soldiers to the front. Suddenly, many bullets flew to the tiger. The "tiger" is no less than this and strives to fight back. In a short time, it completely shattered our army's attack and killed several of my generals. Hey! It's really a loss of wife and soldiers. The first attack failed. Xiaohe composition network can also contribute.

The second attack has begun! The two generals and seventeen soldiers I took rushed at the "tiger". The scene was like a mighty army going hand in hand and rushing at the "tiger". The rear personnel shot bullets like a storm, and the tiger was caught off guard. Soon, the tiger was wiped out. So I ran to a big stone and announced, "victory!" " Winning ... "The voice was heard by his father, who came running with his camera. Before we wiped the sweat from my forehead, my father pressed the shutter, and this photo will be treasured in my photo album forever. Every time I see it, I will think of the scenery of that year.

4. An essay with a photo as the topic, an unforgettable photo.

Open the photo album and look at the photos today. Those small photos recorded my interesting childhood. However, the most interesting thing for me is the photos I took when I visited the Three Gorges. In the photo, I am wearing a big brown straw hat, a life jacket, a penny in my hand and the clothes of a boatman …

It was the fourth grade summer vacation, and our family went to visit the Little Three Gorges. We sat in a canoe and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges. The Three Gorges with beautiful scenery and lush trees looks so vibrant. The river is clear and the air is fresh, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. You can occasionally see macaques on the mountain. They are playing in the trees in twos and threes. Coupled with the embellishment of songs on the bamboo raft on the river, it is like a paradise!

We sat in the middle of the boat and the boatman stood at the bow. We chatted and sang children's songs for a while. Although there were only more than twenty people on board, the atmosphere was very warm. I am fidgeting, reaching out for a while and looking around curiously for a while …

Suddenly, an uncle stood up and suggested to the boatman, "Uncle, why don't we row and take a picture?" Everyone echoed in unison: "Good! Ok! " The atmosphere on the ship is more active. Then, the boatman smiled and said, "Nothing! Let's draw a row, everyone has a chance! " After that, the boatman gave his "seat" to his uncle. Uncle put on life jacket, a brown straw hat, a bamboo basket on his waist and a long bamboo pole in his hand. After "armed to the teeth", he took a photo, rowed forward for about ten meters, and then returned to his seat.

"Who's coming!" "me!" I raised my hand and responded loudly, and there were waves of echoes in the valley. Then, I strode to the bow, "inherited" the boatman's "seat" and became "fully armed" like that uncle, and then I held the bamboo pole in my hand. "Click ..." Dad fixed my breath in the frame. At this time, other tourists were eager to try, so I had to "make way".

In this way, I left this unforgettable photo. Seeing the photos, I seem to hear the laughter on the boat and see the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges …

I will keep this photo forever.

5. How to write a 600-word photo for a composition with the title of "photo"? Every photo retains everyone's good memories.

Every photo retains everyone's growth footprint. Open my photo album, and you will see a photo album of Zhang Tiantian's face.

This is every good memory of my childhood. My photo stickers are very cute, some show their faces in the flowers, some wear cute animal headdresses, some lie next to cartoons, some roam in fairy tales, some fly in the sky, some play with penguins in Antarctica, some laugh in hot air balloons, and some are funny in the mouth of airplane cats.

I like two big stickers best. In the first photo, I showed my face in a green photo frame. Next to me is the dragonfly queen, and we are all enjoying each other's beauty.

Look, I licked more than you laughed. In the second picture, I am among rabbits, and rabbits dance around me. Ask, can I dance? I tilted my head and said, "You dance well and I dance better."

I also took a photo with my mother. Because my mother was going to work in other places, I took some photos as a souvenir. I took some photos with my mother. I like big photos of fairies. Every time I see this big photo, I can hear it in my ear. The fairy said, "Your mother is really beautiful."

When I miss my mother, I take out my mother's photo, and I look at it as if my mother is beside me. I showed it to my classmates and said it was my mother. My classmates don't believe it.

I feel more like a sister. Your mother is young and beautiful.

I am flattered by your comments. Many students have photos, so we can appreciate each other's photos and share the joy brought by photos.

6. Write a composition with photos as the topic. The content is over 600 words. The most beautiful photo Life is like a movie with a bright future printed on it.

But what should you do when sunlight wants to sneak in through the cracks in the box and moisture wants to overflow from the bottom of the box? Do you want them to erode your life black and blue, so that the beauty of success no longer exists, or do you want to soak the film in the developer as soon as possible and turn it into a moving photo? We need to precipitate ourselves in order to get rid of external interference and look forward to printing the best future full of success and happiness. Einstein went to Princeton when he was most famous and stayed there for more than twenty years.

"I just want to find a place to study quietly." Who wants to leave in the pursuit of everyone? Who wants to retire quietly with flowers and applause? Who wants to turn around and pick up his book in front of money and honor? However, in Einstein's eyes, these worldly fame and vanity are only obstacles to his progress to a higher level of knowledge, and these annoying burdens are not needed on the way to his goal.

He is easily immersed in the ocean of knowledge, swimming freely like a fish, exploring the depths of the ocean in order to look forward to more beautiful scenery and a wider world. He took off his shining halo and ignored the complicated world. In another world, he precipitated himself, guarding the clarity in his heart and moving forward wholeheartedly on the road to his goal.

We are not great men, but we are not small. When you are entangled in common things around you, please settle yourself.

You will find that everything is so clear: your world has become open, the call for goals has become stronger, and the chaos around you can't swallow you up. You are still on the way forward, and you still have the strength to move forward. There are too many troubles in the world, just like branches suddenly sticking out of trees or vines binding their feet along the road.

Settle your heart down, you can get rid of these troubles, not upset or confused. If necessary, please precipitate yourself and wash away the tangled troubles.

You will be able to print the most beautiful photos for yourself and achieve your most desired goals.