Write a 420-word composition with photos.

1. Please write an exercise of about 400 words on the topic of "photos". It has no gorgeous background and has not been processed by any computer art. This is the most common and realistic photo. The grandparents and grandchildren in the photo are happily surrounded together. Do you want to look elsewhere after reading it? Look how happy they are!

The kind old man in the photo is my grandmother. She is very popular and very frugal. Grandma is very frugal with herself, but there is one thing in my heart that proves her generosity. Grandma's nursing home donated materials to the disaster area. Without saying anything, she donated all the new clothes that her mother bought for her that she didn't want to wear at ordinary times. I was surprised, but my grandmother said, "I am a retired national cadre." I can't wear so many clothes, and the people in the disaster area need it more. " My grandmother is famous for her frugality. She is very generous to me. Every winter, she personally chooses the finest satin fabric to make me a cotton-padded jacket, but she always wears that white cotton-padded jacket. You see, in the photo, I snuggled up in my grandma's arms in my new cotton-padded jacket made by grandma, and I smiled so sweetly! I will never forget that day. It was New Year's Day, when I was five years old. Because grandma doesn't like taking pictures, this is the only picture of me and her.

Last winter, grandma, who had been healthy, fell ill. On the day I entered the operating room, I was catching up with the exam. I heard my mother say: grandma entered the operating room with this photo and my note full of blessings in her hand. The doctor refused to bring anything else, and grandma refused to live or die. She said to the doctor, "This is my grandson. He is obedient and sensible! Children let me take this, he will accompany me, let me be brave and strong ... "The doctor relented. In this way, this photo accompanied grandma to finish the operation.

The last time I saw my grandmother, she was admitted to the intensive care unit after the operation. The doctor refused to let me in. I cried and said to menstruation, "Just let me go in and have a look. I just joined the Young Pioneers today, and it's good that my grandmother knows that I'm happy, otherwise I'll be distracted in class ... "So I went in and saw my grandmother so thin, full of pipes and so pale. When she saw me, she said with great difficulty, "Good grandson, study hard." I fought back my tears and saw this photo again at her bedside.

Later, I never saw my grandmother again, and I really missed her. However, no matter where I am, with this photo, I will not be lonely.

2. A 400-word composition with a photo as the theme. A photo is a painting and a photo is a wonderful story.

There are many photos at home, some playing with classmates, some celebrating birthdays at home, and so on. One of them is the most beautiful! Every time I see this photo, the scene I took at that time clearly emerges in front of me.

This is the place I yearn for day and night; The sea is like blue satin, with no end in sight; Stars and white waves are like sparkling diamonds. Although I left the sea, it is an eternal memory in this photo.

The sea of that world is blue and beautiful.

How blue it is! Even people who mix colors again may not be able to mix such pure colors. How beautiful the backwater is. It is like a fairy in a clear green tulle skirt, and its skirt corners are connected to the clouds on the horizon.

The sun goes down in the west, but it still shines brightly. On the sea, the blue water was dyed orange by the sunset glow, and it seems that there are orange stars flashing on the waves; On the beach, the faces and arms of adults sunbathing and playful children are painted with a layer of golden yellow.

Where the sea meets the sky, the red land is like a raging fire, so red! On the horizon, seagulls were also dyed golden. They fly freely, as if to show off their golden costumes. The sea is as magnificent as a palace. I seem to see mermaids singing and dancing in the palace.

3. I write a composition with the word "photo", 420 words "love books, it will make your life easier, it will help you understand complex thoughts, feelings and time in a friendly way; It will teach you to respect others and yourself, and it will inspire wisdom and mind with the feelings of loving the world and mankind. "

Gorky Books can even communicate with Gu Xiao today, just like talking to friends. Books enable us to write good compositions, so I became attached to books.

There are books in my room or study. That's why I love reading so much.

Before I went to kindergarten, my mother asked me to learn to read whenever I had time, but I never listened and just played. Once, my mother took me to her workmate's house, and her workmate also had a daughter. I visited her room, and almost all the rooms were full of books. She also proudly said: "I have been studying since I was a child, and now I have read more than one book. What about you? " I looked down in shame and said, "I haven't read any of them." She laughed wildly for a while, and then told her mother, who said to my mother, "Why don't you let your daughter study?" Mom said awkwardly, "Yes." I humiliated my mother like this. I have a hunch that my mother will definitely hit me when I get home. When I get home, I'm just waiting to be beaten. Unexpectedly, my mother not only didn't hit me, but also cooked me a good meal. I secretly plan to read more books in my mind, so as not to embarrass my mother. From then on, I became attached to books.

Books let us understand the true meaning of the world. Books are teachers and friends. Without books, there will be many narrow-minded people in the world; Without books, there will be many rude people in the world; Without books, there would be many vulnerable people in the world; Without books, there will be many short-sighted people in the world. Without books, our composition will never progress.

When I was a child, I listened to my mother reading on her knees, mostly reading fairy tales, such as Snow White, Three Little Pigs, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast … or cartoons with pictures.

With the passage of time, I grew up gradually, reading in different environments and reading different books. Now they are reading silently in the library or at home. Now the types of books are different. I have a choice of books. I used to pick up and read everything I saw. Now I'll read the introduction first, and then the content. If the book is thick, read it quickly and skim it. If the book is thin, you can read it carefully. The truth found in different books is different. For example, from A Dream of Red Mansions, I learned the story of Jia family from prosperity to decline in a big noble family. I understand the decay of the feudal ruling class. From Dou E's unjust case, I learned that Dou E's indomitable fighting spirit, which did not bow to the dark forces, represented the mental outlook of the people at that time and reflected the strong desire of countless people who suffered injustice and revenge under feudal rule. There are some things about plants, animals, military affairs, the universe, nature and human beings. ...

My interests have changed a lot from reading comic books and picture books to famous books now. I used to want to read books with pictures, but now I want to read books with profound truth.

In the book, I found my goal in life and learned the principle of "independent thinking" in life. In the kingdom of books, no one will stop you from roaming, and our thoughts can roam freely. The knowledge contained in the book contains truth. Truth comes from understanding and knowledge is inexhaustible, so books are inexhaustible.

4. Write a composition on the topic of "photos", with a self-defined topic of about 500 words. Whenever I open the photo album, one of the photos always makes me laugh, and the scene of picking strawberries will emerge in front of my eyes:

It was a sunny Saturday, and my mother, aunt and others took our three children to the greenhouse in the suburbs to pick strawberries. When I came to the suburbs, I just felt different! While enjoying the scenery, I followed my mother to the destination. I saw white "arch bridges" built with shelves everywhere in the fields. "What's this for?" I asked curiously. This is a greenhouse! Mom replied. Later, my mother picked up some pots and barrels, and a group of us took a middle-aged woman to a shed. The middle-aged woman opened the door of the "arch bridge", and our door opened with great interest.

Wow! No wonder strawberries came on the market so early. It turns out that the temperature inside is very high, and we are like in a big steamer. Looking around, I saw patches of green in the greenhouse neatly arranged from one to another. Little red dot and white spots appear from time to time in the green bushes, and a path is left in every green bush.

I took a closer look, and it turned out that the red ones were strawberries hidden in the green bushes, and the white ones were small flowers.

Mom came over and said, "Come and pick strawberries. Whoever picks strawberries in ten minutes is big and red, and whoever can't step on them will win! " "We agreed happily and readily.

"Go!" Mother gave the order, the game began, and we began to go our separate ways. I tell you, picking strawberries is not as simple as you think. First of all, you have to be sharp-eyed, find those big red strawberries hidden under the leaves, and then pinch them gently with your nails. Only in this way can you be reckless. If you are impatient, pull hard and those strawberries will suffer.

Suddenly I found a big red strawberry. I'm surprised and happy. Just like discovering the new continent, I am afraid that others will get ahead of me. Just as I was about to pick it, I heard "Look here!" I just turned my head away, and I accidentally scratched my foot, sitting in the mud with one hand still holding strawberries, and this funny action happened to be permanently left by my mother's lens.

Look! My experience of picking strawberries is very interesting! This photo is its witness!

5. Use this photo to write a 400-word composition photo and record a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo contains an emotion.

Mom was sorting out photos on the computer, so I leaned in and took a look. One of the photos, on the beautiful prairie, I smiled brightly. ...

I remember when I was six years old, my mother took me to play on the Inner Mongolia prairie.

As soon as you get off the bus, you can smell the fragrance of the soil. The grass is tender, all green from bottom to top, and there is no movement. Scattered sheep are like white flowers embedded in a green ocean. The sky here is exceptionally blue, simple and calm. The idle clouds are faint and leisurely, changing various postures and enjoying the beautiful scenery of the grassland. And all this, through the dawn of life, through the moisture of morning rain, seems so fresh and quiet. Looking pleasing to the eye, there are many white mushroom-shaped yurts, and there are several horses grazing leisurely next to them. They are attracted by the scent of wild flowers from time to time, as if they have a special nostalgia for it. I was almost drunk and wanted to run, for fear of ruining the tranquility of this picture; I want to shout, but I'm afraid of disturbing the peace of this picture. I had to lie quietly on the grass and giggle at the blue sky ... at this moment, my mother took out her camera and took this unforgettable moment.

This photo took my childhood and the beautiful rivers and mountains of my motherland.

6. Composition A photo is 450 words, an unforgettable photo.

In my wonderful childhood, there are many photos, and there are all kinds of me in the photos. Among them, there is a small photo that records an interesting childhood story of mine.

It was in the first grade of my primary school that my mother took me to Beijing, the capital of our country. I came to Beijing Wildlife Park, and there was an elephant behind me. The elephant's body is like a wall, its limbs are as thick as pillars, and its thick ears are like sunflower leaves. It's very interesting! I have a handful of fresh grass in my hand. My uncle, the breeder, said, "You know, elephants like this kind of grass!" " "Listen to the breeder's uncle, I'm going to feed the grass to the elephant's mouth. Unexpectedly, as soon as the hand was lifted, the elephant's thick nose rolled the grass into its mouth and ate it with relish. I just sat there and watched the elephant look cute when eating. I watched, and suddenly my mother called me and said loudly, Good son, turn around! " As soon as I turned around, I heard a click, which scared me. Now I understand, my mother took my picture!

This is a photo taken by me and the elephant. I keep this unforgettable photo in my photo album. I will never forget this day. Because it has become my eternal souvenir and recorded my wonderful childhood!

7. Write a 450-word composition about grandparents around photos. I have a kind and gentle grandmother.

She is very kind to me and often leaves me delicious food. She often teaches me to study hard and serve my country when I grow up.

My grandmother is a teacher. Years of teaching have made her feel the joy and importance of learning, so she still hopes that I can study hard.

Grandma is over 60 years old, and wrinkles unconsciously climb up her vicissitudes of life engraved with years. A little silvery white hair got into grandma's black hair, which was particularly dazzling.

Although grandma is old, she is still strong. Once we went hiking, grandma walked faster than me.

What makes me proudest is grandma's hands. Although grandma is over sixty years old, her hands are no less dexterous than that of an embroidered mother.

Grandma sewed soles when she was idle after retirement. In just half a year, she sewed more than one hundred pairs.

Grandma started sewing "all over the sky", and later tried to sew some difficult patterns and patterns. I didn't expect them to look good. When relatives and friends knew about it, they all asked grandma to sew them some pairs, and grandma was obliged to agree.

Grandma sews soles every day besides eating and sleeping. Finally, all the soles that relatives and friends want are ready.

I thought grandma could rest for a few days, but she sewed again. I asked grandma, why are you still sewing? Grandma smiled and said, "My sewing this time is of great significance! I'm going to sew a hundred pairs and give them to the PLA uncle who guards the frontier. "

I admire grandma after listening to it. Although grandma is so clever, I don't like one thing very much, that is, grandma always snores when she sleeps.

Grandma's snoring is really deafening. During the summer vacation, my grandmother and I went to the countryside to play, and I went to bed at nine o'clock.

I soon fell into a sweet dream. I dreamed that I was walking alone on the ridge of the field, looking at the lawn full of flowers in the distance. Ah, everything was so beautiful. Suddenly, with a bang, I woke up from a beautiful dream.

Wake up and find that reality is not much better than dreams. Grandma's snoring is too loud! I can hardly sleep.

I tossed and turned in bed, but I couldn't sleep. I covered my head with a quilt and finally fell asleep.

This is the "magic" of grandma's snoring-it can make people sleepy. This is my grandmother, an old man with both advantages and disadvantages.

8. Compare the old photos with the new photos and write a 400-word composition. My mother is a photographer. Growing up, she took many photos of me. It is also a pleasure to look through them when you are free.

An old photo of mine has a 400-word composition.

I was looking through my photo album that day when suddenly a photo fell. I picked it up and saw a chubby little boy lying in a sky-blue walker, holding a small rattle in his hand, leaning his head against the baffle and falling asleep. I asked my mother doubtfully, "Who is this?" Mom came over to have a look and said, "That's you. Less than one year old, learning to walk. " "Is it me?" I was a little surprised, so I looked at me carefully in the photo. Little red face, a pair of small dimples; White hands, as round as sugar lotus root; The doll shirt with yellow flowers on a white background and a pair of red socks are particularly eye-catching, because I don't know when my shoes have all fallen off.

"I was so interesting at that time." I muttered to myself. "Yes, you were the most likable at that time, not as naughty as you are now." After that, my mother patted me on the forehead and I smiled a little shyly.

We may not remember everything when we were children, but an old photo can help you keep interesting or unforgettable moments in your life. Learn to take more photos in the future, and it will be more rewarding to see these photos in a few years.

9. Write a composition of about 450 words on the topic of "an old photo". Reference website: The story of an old photo is raining. I like to look through the photo album at this time and recall the past.

It's not pleasant, but I think raindrops are flying in the memory sky just like the past, which makes people relive the ups and downs of the past. When I opened the photo album, I saw many photos, each of which was very warm, because it was a true record of the past.

Looking around, I remember one very deeply. Perhaps no one can find its difference in many photos, but I think it is different because it has a story that I will never forget. There are three people in the photo. My sister and I are sitting on a stone, and my grandmother is next to me. This photo was taken in Fangta Park.

My sister looked happy, but I didn't laugh, as if I were thinking a little, while my grandmother looked at us with ecstasy. Why my sister and I have different expressions? This has to start before taking pictures.

On this day, grandma took us to Fangta Park to play. Along the way, there are lush trees, pavilions, rockery ponds and beautiful scenery. We are all in good spirits, talking and laughing.

When we walked into a yard and saw a small pond there, grandma suggested taking a picture. Of course, we all raised our hands in favor. Grandma asked us to sit on two stones in front of the rockery, still saying, "Come, my sister sits on the big stone and my sister sits on the small stone. Sit tight! " I quickly sat up and put on a pose that I thought was the cutest, but my sister was unhappy, which made us feel puzzled.

Under grandma's patient "negotiation", I finally figured out the reason. It turned out that my sister refused to "feel inferior" and sat on that small stone. Watching me pose, my grandmother had to continue to do "ideological work", but my sister insisted on not sitting, and everyone worked hard.

Stiff for a while, I was impatient with writing. "shoot!" I shouted. Grandma looked at me with expectant eyes and said, "Sister should sit on your big stone, or else.

"I hurriedly sat down on a small stone beside me, and my sister just smiled. Grandma boasted, "What a sister! How sensible and humble! "I can't laugh at what Mimi said, but I just keep the word' humility' firmly in my heart.

With the flash of the flash, this moment was stopped, and "humility" was also stopped. Now, my sister and I have grown up, and we will never be unhappy because of trivial matters, but I always remember this story. Even though I don't know what "humility" is, at least I did it, which I have always been proud of.

Many years have passed, and this photo has been kept in the album. Every time I open it, I always smooth it out, just like smoothing the memory in my heart.

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