Look through my previous photo composition.

In study, work and even life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our minds and think about our future direction. What is the composition you have seen? The following are my collected compositions. I'll show you my old photos. I hope it will help you.

Looking through my old photos 1 Looking through these old photos reminds me of the tree-lined path with my joys and sorrows.

When I was very young, my toddler started here, and my grandmother taught me to walk hand in hand, one step at a time. Slowly, unconsciously, I have grown into a big child, and I can walk and run by myself without grandma's help. ...

A little older, we little guys can play by ourselves. And naughty ones especially like climbing trees to pick plums. I remember one time, I went to my good friend MengMeng to climb a tree. We came to the plum tree carefully and clumsily for fear of being discovered by others. Just then, MengMeng was caught by a branch of a tree and couldn't get down for a while. We are anxious like ants on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard the owner of the house shout, "whose child is it?" Run to my plum tree to play? " We ran faster than rabbits one by one, leaving MengMeng crying in situ. ...

Later, MengMeng and I both fell in love with dandelion. Since then, MengMeng and I often pick dandelions together in the community. When we all saw dandelion balls dancing in mid-air, our hearts were filled with joy ... Another afternoon, MengMeng and I held hands and looked for dandelions in the garden. But after these days of children's constant selection, it has become particularly difficult to find one. MengMeng and I still wouldn't give up, and even pulled open the grass by hand to see if there was anything missing. Repeated failures made MengMeng and I more anxious. At this time, our eyes lit up at the same time, and a white dandelion appeared in front of us. At this time, I said to MengMeng cunningly: "Look at dandelions, there are bigger ones!" Just when MengMeng reacted, I had blown away the flying pompoms, and her tears fell down. ...

On this road, my friends and I broke up one by one and agreed to play together every summer vacation!

This road left me a good memory, although vague, but it is also true. After all, there is my joy, anger, sadness and joy here!

Looking through my old photos 2 Looking through this old photo reminds me of the tree-lined path with my joys and sorrows.

In a small case, my toddler started here, and my grandmother taught me to walk from scratch, one step at a time. Gradually, inadvertently, I have grown into a big boy, and I can walk and jog by myself without grandma's help. ...

Grow up, everyone is fine. Many little people can already play by themselves. And naughty people especially like to climb to the branches to pick plums. I still remember one time, I went to my best friend MengMeng to climb a tree. Everyone was so scared that they groped their way to the plum tree for fear of being discovered by others. At this time, Meng Mengda was fascinated by tree skills and couldn't get down for a while. Everyone was in a hurry with anger. Suddenly, I heard the host in the room shouting, "Which child? Run to our Meizhi to play? " Everyone ran faster than the rabbit, leaving MengMeng standing there crying. ...

Since then, MengMeng and I have been fascinated by dandelions. Since then, MengMeng and I often collect dandelions together in residential areas. When we saw the dandelion ball dancing in mid-air, our hearts were filled with joy ... It was also noon, and MengMeng and I were looking for dandelion hand in hand in the garden. However, after the children's continuous harvesting in recent days, it is getting harder and harder to find one. MengMeng and I still cling to each other, even rummaging through the grass to see if there is any negligence. Repeated failures made MengMeng and I more anxious. Just then, the two of us had another bright moment, and a white dandelion appeared in front of everyone. At this time, I said treacherously to MengMeng: "Look at dandelions, there are higher ones!" Just when MengMeng reflected, I had blown the fluffy ball away and her tears fell down. ...

On this road, my partners and I promised to be happy together every summer!

This road has given me unforgettable memories, though vague, but it is also true. After all, there is my joy, anger, sadness and joy here!

Looking through my old photos, I opened the photo album and saw a yellowed photo with traces of years floating on it. From this photo, the laughter from many years ago floated out and smelled the old taste.

Look!

In this old photo, the girl with sparse hair and a white gauze skirt is really me? In the photo, I am still in the rebuilt Songyang Park. Although I am wearing a very lady's skirt, I am naughty and active, but I still hold rusty sports equipment with my small hands regardless of the image, which is very cute.

I remember when I was a child, my parents often brought me here to play. Every time I see this photo, small fragments of my childhood are easily shaken off.

Look!

At that time, I was about eight years old In the photo, I am taking a cruise with my parents on the West Lake. I feast my eyes on the blue West Lake, the tall and mysterious Leifeng Pagoda, and the small and exquisite San Tan Yin Yue.

In this photo, I am walking on Su Causeway Avenue, with willow branches hanging down beside me, swaying and swaying, like a girl dancing in the breeze. Orchids and cherry blossoms decorate it beautifully.

Seeing this photo, I seem to be above Su Causeway again, and I think of Su Shi's sentence, "To compare the West Lake with the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate."

Listen!

This photo was taken in a singing contest two years ago. It was windy and cloudy that day. It was the most tense moment in my memory.

Time goes by mercilessly. It's my turn to go on stage. My heart was forced to calm down, but I was still pounding and my body could not help but tremble. What brushed my ear was my parents' encouragement. Finally, I walked onto the stage with a smile.

The familiar melody sounded again, which calmed me down immediately. I smiled, and the smile of expectation kept rippling on my face. At this time, while listening to my songs, my mother did not forget to take some "close-ups" of me.

Picking up this photo, I seem to have heard that wonderful nursery rhyme and remembered me before.

Fingertips touch the page, and thoughts travel through a period of time. Those yellowed photos are the testimony of my little growth.

Look through my old photos. In my home, I cherish an old photo. Every time I see it, it brings back endless memories.

The bright sunshine shines on this photo through the window. This is a picture of my childhood. Hey, there is a story in this photo taken by my second aunt!

I remember it was a sunny morning. I went on a picnic with my parents and my second aunt and went to a place with pleasant scenery. We got off the bus and sat down talking and laughing. At this moment, I found a picture next to it. There are three people in the photo, mom, dad and me. In the photo, I sat on a big stone and cried. My mother wiped my tears beside me, and my father was beside the big stone. I want to jump in front of everyone and impress them. As soon as I made up my mind, I stepped back a few steps, rushed hard and jumped over! So, I proudly went to my parents to "receive the reward", but I saw my parents looking at me with a puzzled face and asking, "What's the matter?" I seem to have fallen from the sky to the ground: it turned out that my mother talked to my father and ignored me. I was a little wronged and asked, "didn't you see that I just jumped a stone?" Mother suddenly realized, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please dance again and show us!" " "Dad also said," yes, let's do it again! "I am more wronged. I simply sat on a big stone and said angrily, "No, I don't want it!" " "Dad said," Are you a man? " Just after that, I cried with a "wow". My parents were shocked by this situation and asked, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " I complained to my mother: "Dad cursed! Ouch. He called me a man. " I was young and didn't know what it meant to be a man. Mom listened, and quickly said, "Well, it's not a man, it's not a man!" " "He said, squatting down to wipe my tears. Father is laughing, he has closed his mouth, and my second aunt recorded this little bit of full affection with her camera. ......

Now look at this photo from time to time, and the whole family is rippling in it.

Look through my old photos. There was thunder outside the window, and it was stormy. The bird hid in the tree and stretched its head and neck. I'm resting at home at this time, because I'm afraid I'll start cleaning my room if I have nothing to do. Perhaps it is because the "antiques" in the cupboard have been dusty for a long time. When the cupboard was opened, the dust spread out immediately. ...

Inadvertently, a shabby photo caught my eye. Although it was taken a year ago, it was worn out under the crushing of heavy objects, and wrinkles crawled on the faces of me and the little ants, making us look like weather-beaten old people. What happened to me and this little ant? The story has to start from the beginning.

At noon on May 9th that year, it was the last day of our military training. On the training ground, everyone was sweating like rain. In the intensive training, fortunately, the instructor kindly gave us a certain rest time. At rest, our whole class collapsed on the ground like a deflated ball. I looked at the canteen next to me, swallowed, and then looked at my stomach singing "Empty City Plan". After sighing, I reluctantly lifted my pants.

At this time, I caught a glimpse of a leftover chicken leg bone in the open space next to me, with a black spot on it, which kept moving. I mentioned bones and studied them carefully. I found this little black spot still running aimlessly. I let go of the chicken bone and saw the black spot, jumping into my hand like a headless fly.

When I looked carefully, the little black spot turned out to be an ant that could not be smaller. I turned over the palm of my hand, and this flexible little thing got into between my index finger and middle finger again. I reached out my left hand and grabbed it. It's like a flexible and skilled climber jumping to the left and then climbing to the right. Anyway, it can flash across my big net. As soon as my right hand was closed, who knew it slipped on the back of my hand like a loach? I blew it gently, but he kept grabbing at the back of my hand. Although I struggled to shake it, it still sat firmly in my hand. The little ant wants to escape without hesitation in order to land safely. No matter how I obstruct it, it can come up with countermeasures. Finally, I was moved by its indomitable spirit, so I put down my arm hanging in the air to help it escape. ...

Since then, that experience has been deeply engraved in my heart. The indomitable spirit of the little ant always inspires me and guides me forward.

Looking through my old photos, doing nothing. Open the photo album and a warm photo comes into view. It was taken at the zoo with my brother and sister when I was five years old. Although so many years have passed, the scene at that time is still fresh in my memory.

The thin and tall man in the photo is the eldest brother. He was only in high school, and now he is a graduate student. Big brother loves studying very much, and there is almost no rest day when he takes the postgraduate entrance examination. No, he went back to school before the holiday was over. Although he seldom plays with me now, he helps me check my homework as soon as he has time, and will teach me seriously when I encounter problems until I understand them.

On the left of the eldest brother is the second brother, who has a very good personality and temper. He smiles every day, never loses his temper with me, and often takes me out to dinner. When he is free, he plays computer games with me. Because he is kind to others, he has many friends.

On the right of eldest brother is Tian Yang's brother, and Tian Yang's brother is the best to me. When I was a child, I was very naughty and often made trouble. He always plays with me patiently. I sometimes get short-tempered, and even bite Tian Yang's brother. He gnashed his teeth and couldn't bear to hit me, but he always amused me and played games with me. So I like Brother Tian Yang best.

On the right of Tian Yang's brother is my sister. She teased me when she saw me, picked me up and circled, touched my hair and pinched my ears and mouth. I don't think so. I always complain that my sister "bullies" me, but I know that she likes me best, and she keeps me a copy of any snacks she buys. I heard that when she was a child, she always struggled to hug me with adults.

It's me standing in front of the four of them. At that time, I was a baby with deciduous teeth. Now I am a person who is going to middle school. I smiled from ear to ear in the photo, and the joy in my heart at that time could be imagined.

An old photo evokes countless memories, and when it is read, a trace of warmth comes to mind. Although the photo is a little yellow and covered with a thin layer of dust because of the passage of time, it is an eternal classic and a very important footprint in my life, recording the intimate brotherhood between brother and sister.

Looking through my old photos from childhood, there are countless photos of me, but one is my favorite. This is a photo taken by my parents when they took me away from my hometown. I want to study with my parents where I work in the south. Take a picture and leave some thoughts.

It was on the grass after dinner in the third grade, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, and the residual snow had not disappeared. When my family walked into the campus, many people had gathered on the school playground: students were leaving their hometown and school; Two years ago, I went home to celebrate the New Year with my parents at work: I stayed in my hometown and my parents went home for the New Year. Before I left, I took my children to see their school and relived my childhood dreams. Our former classmates fly freely like birds on the playground: in groups of three or five, there is a pile here and a pair there, running and chasing, and the whole playground is like an ocean of joy. Parents on the playground are not to be outdone. Kan Kan talked about: recalling the fun of reading when I was a child: exchanging parenting experiences; Reward work performance; Sharing information resources; Discuss the development planning of hometown and school. On the edge of the bench, I looked up at the starry sky alone, waited for a while and sighed. "When can I go back to school when I leave home this time?" "I dare not think about it any more, tears are spinning in my eyes." What happened? Don't play with your classmates! Soon, mom will bring you back in the summer vacation, and then you can see Teacher Lin again. "

Time flies. On the morning of the seventh day, we packed our bags, boarded the train away from home, left my hometown where I was born and raised, left my beloved school, came to a brand-new and completely strange place and started a new life.

This photo is very important to me. It witnessed my joys and sorrows. In my spare time, I often open it from my father's mobile phone and enjoy selfless caress: when I am sad, I can also open it from my father's mobile phone to get rid of my troubles; When you are happy, turn on your father's mobile phone, which is full of happy and warm smiles.

Looking through 8 volumes of my old photos, I opened those long-forgotten memories, and the yellowed photos seemed to tell a beautiful memory. Fingers wander between photos without leaving a trace, and a shallow smile floats on the corners of the mouth. When the eyes are fixed in one of the photos, the curvature of the corners of the mouth is even greater, and it is so dazzling in the sun.

That is an extremely ordinary and extraordinary photo. In the photo, a woman with a good face is holding a chubby doll and feeding her baby with a bottle. Her eyes are full of love. I can see that this is a mother's unique loving expression. And an equally handsome man sitting next to him is smiling at the mother and daughter, and that smile is full of unspeakable love. The warm sunshine gently shines obliquely on a family of three, making the scene more warm. It is the love and warmth that emanates from this photo, but this ordinary photo seems to have golden light at this time, so great and so dazzling. This photo was taken with my parents when I was a child. It turns out that my parents were really handsome when they were young! I can't help sighing. However, the years are ruthless. For more than ten years, my parents have been running for me, and the past youth has long since disappeared, replaced by obvious strands of hair on my head.

My parents used to care about my shots and put them in my head like slides. Those words that used to be wordy now sound so warm. Although it is early winter and the weather is a little cold, it seems that there is a huge warm current flowing in my body, warming my whole body and infiltrating my heart.

Continue to look through the thick photo album, and all the bits and pieces of my growing up are now displayed in front of me. My parents left a lot of marks on every stage of my growth. At this time, the more I can understand their good intentions.

A process from silkworm chrysalis to butterfly, a miracle from bud to tree. All this is the gift of my parents and their spur, and my road to growth has become colorful and different.

Looking through my old photos, how time flies. In the blink of an eye, I have changed from a naive child to a strong person with ideals. How many years of youth have passed in this growing process?

Open the photo album at the bottom and let your thoughts flow. I know I only spent my childhood.

The first photo I opened was that extremely precious photo, in which I was still very young and a child held in my mother's arms. It was dark behind, only the street lamps on both sides lit up the smiling faces of grandparents, relatives and friends around, and there was sporadic light snow in the sky.

At that time, I was very young and could only hear the story of this photo from my mother's mouth.

It was a Spring Festival, with light snow in the cold wind. Friends and relatives who have not met for a long time finally get together on this day. Everyone laughed around the table and talked about the usual things, all laughing from ear to ear. I could only stay there in a daze at that time. When my father began to introduce me proudly, all eyes here looked at me uniformly, so I was stared at by countless pairs of eyes, began to be timid and hid back.

After dinner, I am on my way home. I came to a bridge, and I don't know who mentioned taking pictures. Everyone feels good. In order to enliven the atmosphere, dad brought fireworks here. Under the command of some young people, the elders are lined up and uniform. Everyone has a state, but I'm different. I reached into the dark sky and said something you didn't understand.

Dad started to light the fuse, made an OK gesture, immediately "returned to the team" and smiled at the camera. "Three, two, one" and "scratch" at the same time, fireworks sounded and a photo was born. In a photo of two street lamps, the family's smile is like a warm current.

It is true that time flies like a song, but the innocence and hope buried in childhood still exist; Although the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, that photo has always been my eternal memory.

Looking through my old photos 10 There are many photos scattered on the table in my parents' room. I think maybe they forgot to clean up. I'll help them clean up.

When finishing the last photo, my eyes were immediately attracted by this photo. This is an old photo. There is only one person in the photo. The man is short, with one hand on the chair and one leg raised, posing as a "golden rooster". A pair of big eyes looked at me straight, corners of the mouth curved, smiling at the camera. You may have guessed who this person is. Yes, this child is me. I am the child in this photo eleven years ago.

According to my mother, it was summer when this photo was taken. Because it was very hot, I only wore one dress and a tall braid on my head. This braid was my favorite tie when I was a child. Let my mother wear this braid every day. If I don't tie it, I will look unhappy. At that time, I learned to walk, running around the house, showing my parents the way I walked and posing to make everyone laugh.

Speaking of photos, my mother remembered another interesting thing when I was a child. Just a few days before the photo was taken, I just finished my second birthday, and I haven't eaten enough of that delicious big cake. Today I clamored for it. My mother couldn't bear my scolding, so she had to take out the cake and let me eat it. I couldn't wait to jump on the cake, but I missed my footing and ran into it. The cream on my face is like a white foam, and my mother can't help laughing when she looks at my funny appearance.

Hehe, even if the cream sticks to my face, I can't waste it. I put cream on my face and eat it in my stomach. The taste has not changed. It is delicious. So, I ate the cake on my face bit by bit. Then I ran to wash my hands and face and continued to eat the cake left over from the kitchen.

Hearing this, I couldn't help laughing. I was like this when I was a kid!

Looking through my old photo essay 1 1 an old photo, I picked up a string of old times, people and things in front of me, yesterday's things led today's people, friends who played and studied together when they were young, but in that summer they ushered in parting. Then the last time we were together, with a click, time stopped, the space was compressed, and our time together became a photo. No matter how white the face is, no matter how clear the eyes are, no matter how bright the smile is, it is just an old photo in the yellowed memory. There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. Youth is fleeting and hard to find. No matter how unforgettable and nostalgic that time was, now we can only recall it with a Rizo Rizo carrying all our beautiful photos.

Strange to say, it's just a photo, but it reminds me of our little things together. Then everything in the past will automatically start to rewind, and the scenes will be clear. The ridiculous and childish things we did together flashed before my eyes, making people laugh, and their eyes were full of happiness. I secretly deserted in class, passed notes, cheated on quizzes, worried about my exam results, and played around during recess ... The scenes were played back in front of my eyes, and there seemed to be a gentle and clear voice in my ear. Everything seems to be yesterday.

No matter how much I want to deny it, the time of playing and studying together has passed, leaving me with only one photo. Eyes shining, corners of the mouth evoking the radian of happiness, tender little face full of joy. Everyone is innocent and carefree, and this innocent smile is printed as a photo, which is precious to me. I studied with a group of stooges under the same roof for several years. From the initial strangeness to the later acquaintance, I experienced meeting, joy, sadness and parting together, leaving a strong impression on each other in my youth.

Many stories we have experienced, like old photos, are always fixed at a certain point in a certain year and have not changed. That summer, we all took photos in the years, and then we separated and never met again. It's just that photo always touches the soft part of my heart.

Looking through my old photo composition 12 It is a photo with big eyes, a story hidden in an old photo of myself, which has been developed for more than 20 years. The protagonist in the story has grown from a fourth-grade pupil to a child's mother, and she is still using this photo to continue the past hidden in a photo of herself.

If one word is used to sum up the past hidden in a photo of my old self, then the word is "goodness". That photo is just a poor child with big eyes that everyone has seen. The little girl in the photo is a fourth-grade primary school student. The little girl was recorded by the camera when photographers were looking for recordable pictures in their classroom. Her big eyes not only changed her life, but also changed many poor dropouts.

That photo left a deep impression on the good-hearted people. A few years later, she received the support of a kind-hearted person and completed her studies with the help of this kind-hearted person. Of course, her life can be completely changed, which is also related to her kindness. With the help of good people and her own efforts, she completed her studies and was admitted to the ideal work unit. She has been thinking that she got to this point because she got help from others. After she had the financial ability, she also started the cause of supporting poor children.

The girl with big eyes is now the mother of a child, but the desire in her eyes remains the same. That is the desire for love, but also the desire for knowledge. Now she is constantly helping people in poor areas through her own actions, not only teaching poor children, but also providing them with material help.

These are my photos hidden in my big eyes, and they are a story that has been developed for more than 20 years. The protagonist of the story grew up from a sponsored child to a mother who sponsored others. These changes are all hidden in a photo of my old self, all hidden inside. I know this big eye will influence more people with her eyes, and she will pass on this kindness to more people.