Tell me about my photo composition 400

Small white face with a little light black, with a pair of big eyes going round and round, two curved arch eyebrows sideways, long eyelids have been nine years old neighbors; A big, round head swings left or right, and rarely keeps quiet ... This is my dish, Deng Bin.

I am a little boy with a wide range of hobbies. I like reading, playing basketball and playing football.

Just talk about reading! One day, Wednesday, after school, I hurried home. Get ready to take out your exercise book and do your homework as soon as you enter the door. Suddenly, I found a book I like to read on my desk, so I put down my exercise book and read it with relish. With the story in the book, I was sad for a while, ecstatic for a while, full of tears for a while, completely immersed in it ... until the sun went down and my mother came back from work, I found that I didn't write a word of my homework, so I quickly started writing.

This is me, a little boy who likes reading extracurricular books!

When I was growing up, I had many unforgettable things. These things are like bright and deep stars that cut through the night sky. They are the most unforgettable waves in my childhood. I still remember this incident vividly, that is, the friendship between my good friend Linlin and me, which is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea.

Linlin and I are inseparable partners. As long as there is her position, I will always be indispensable.

We are classmates. We go home from school every day and go to school together, but our personalities are quite different.

At this time, you will ask, how can two people who are very different from each other become good friends? Then I'll tell you! I still clearly remember that day when we finished school very late, and my family and hers were neighbors. I'm a little scared. Let her go with me.

We were silent all the way.

Suddenly, I didn't see a big pit in front of me, so I fell and twisted my ankle. I immediately got scared. I think this guy must be gloating now to get back at my previous resentment.

However, her behavior surprised me. She gave me the schoolbag first, and then tried her best to carry me back. She is thin, but I think her back is wide. She looks ordinary, but I think she is great.

By the time we got home, she was covered in big men and panting. I am very touched. She moistened my heart like a spring rain.

The next day, I greeted him and she smiled at me. Gradually, we got closer and closer and became bosom friends envied by our classmates.

But it didn't last long. Two years later, we separated.

Before we parted, we took a photo together as a souvenir. When we parted, we all burst into tears. It broke my heart to watch her leave by car.

Now, as long as I see that photo, I will think of the good times between us! I want to treasure and cherish this photo like a baby, not for anything else, just because it has become our beautiful and unforgettable memory!

My hometown is in Jiangxi, a place with beautiful scenery and rich products.

There is a clear river in front of my house. I often play games with my friends to catch small fish and shrimp, and there are countless little frogs singing at night.

Willow flutters on both sides of the river, just like a fairy dressing in a mirror.

There is a strong stone arch bridge on the river, which is a good place for our children to play all year round.

My house is surrounded by rolling mountains.

In spring, the mountains are covered with many beautiful wild flowers, red, yellow and purple, which are very beautiful; In summer, the lush forests on the mountain are changed into refreshing green military uniforms; Autumn has come, and the dense forest on the mountain has changed into an expensive gold suit; When winter came, the whole mountain turned into a silver world, and the branches were bent by snow.

In addition to the beautiful scenery, my hometown is also rich in various fruits, such as Shatian pomelo, navel orange, strawberry, moon cake and jujube cake ... This is my beautiful hometown scenery, with mountains, rivers, bridges and people, and mouth-watering products! I love my beautiful hometown. Please come and see me when you are free!

Composition: The short story in the photo is 400 1. When I opened the photo album, a photo caught my attention.

Take the memory express and return to Yunnan Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park.

On the day I boarded the "Yulong Snow Mountain", the story behind the photo seemed to have happened yesterday-it was a sunny morning, and my mother, many teachers and I went to the Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park in Yunnan by bus.

Today we are going to climb a mountain, the Yulong Snow Mountain, the lowest ocean glacier in the world.

Because the mountain is very high, the guide bought us tickets to take the cable car.

There were so many people on the cable car that we waited for about half an hour before it was our turn to get on.

We got on the cable car, and I was a little scared at first.

The cable car began to rise slowly, the wind whizzed past my ears, and my heart pounded. It took me a long time to get used to it

My brother, who was on a cable car with me, looked excited and not afraid at all.

Seeing him like this, I also calmed down.

Look down, wow! There are green trees everywhere, and these lush trees are connected into a large piece, like a green ocean.

My brother and I shouted happily.

In a blink of an eye, we came to the top of the mountain. The tour guide took us to the scenic spot on the top of the snowy mountain and looked at the scenery below.

Ah! The scenery seen here is really spectacular! Standing here, you can see a panoramic view of the mountain.

You see, the green trees are looming under the mist, and under the illumination of the morning light, they also reflect different colors, just like those seen in fairy tales, so beautiful! It's like seeing a fairyland on earth! I can't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me, and I can't help humming.

Just as I was deep in thought, I heard a click. I turned my head and saw that while I was fascinated, it was my uncle who left me this eternal and beautiful memory.

Now every time I see this photo, I will fall into a beautiful memory.

A photo is on my desk. There is a photo of graduation photo, a classmate who graduated from the sixth grade. He 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.

Every time I see this photo on the table, I can't help but feel 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.

I hope I can help you (* _ _ *)

Look at the picture and write a short composition. The number of words is unlimited. I want to learn the skills of living independently, and I don't want to be a "little emperor" or a "little princess".

-Inscription The flowers in the greenhouse are more beautiful than each other. They are not afraid of wind and rain. They want the wind to get the wind, the rain to get the rain, and the sunshine to get the sunshine, and they are very comfortable.

They are like the elite in the flowers, not afraid of difficulties, and they are attended by "slave" gardeners every day.

Whenever people pass by, they will praise them and stop to appreciate them carefully.

In an inconspicuous corner, a lonely little tree grows. Although the weather is very hot, the slender branches gradually turn yellow, and the whole tree has long lost its spirit. When it is most tired, the gardener comes to water the flowers.

The gardener accidentally stepped on the branch of the young tree, and the young tree suddenly felt a sharp pain.

In order to survive, it is deeply rooted in the deep soil, absorbing only a little water from the soil and surviving strongly.

Finally, the original sallow and emaciated has become energetic! Winter came, and one day, the heating facilities in the greenhouse stopped working, and the cold hit their warm homes. Without the shelter of heating, they began to die and suddenly lost their vitality.

They shivered and complained in the cold air, and some even began to wither.

However, the young trees are still full of vitality. It is not afraid of cold and heat, nor of wind and rain.

Many children are only children now. They are like flowers in a greenhouse, held in the palm of their hands by their parents and served by their grandparents as little ancestors.

They want to play with water, but their parents won't let them, for fear of getting their clothes wet; They want to play with sand, but their parents don't let them play because they are afraid of getting their clothes dirty ... One day, in the park, I saw a father holding a child, and grandpa was still coaxing him with snacks, but he was still crying.

When he goes to school, his father always picks him up by car. If he has a minor illness, it will be even worse. They are like enemies, and the whole family is sending him to the hospital ... The love of mom and dad is actually doting, which invisibly sets up a cage, firmly locking the children and making them lose the ability to fly freely.

Perhaps children who play with water can build a small dam on a small ditch in the future, and it is possible to build a river dam in the future; Children who play with sand may become great architects in the future ... children should rush out of bird cages and become eagles to fight the wind and waves, not sparrows who love ease and flowers in greenhouses.

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My family has a little dog, which looks like a brown ball from a distance, so * * * simply calls it "ball".

The ball is beautiful, with long hair like brocade, big watery eyes, almost invisible whites, and small ears fanning like two mini fans.

Small paws are as soft as meat pads.

The posture of the ball ball sleeping is very cute.

Look, it's sleeping on all fours! That posture is like worshipping Buddha, snoring loudly, snow-white belly falling with breathing, small paws scratching around uneasily, as if seeing delicious food.

I can't help laughing. I woke up the ball. It looked at me with innocent eyes, as if to say, little master, what are you laughing at? How sleepy! Then he rolled over again, curled up into a ball and went back to sleep.

The loveliness of the ball is also reflected in the way it eats.

It, as long as I have something delicious, will rush at me regardless of the willy-nilly, wagging its little curly tail, and sometimes, seeing bones is more intimate than seeing me.

Once, I made a big "braised pork dinner" for the ball.

It stared at the food plate, and before I put it down, the ball couldn't wait to eat it, as if it had been hungry for several days.

I finally couldn't help it and said to it, "Nobody robbed you. Can you stop being so protective of food? " The ball seemed to understand what I said, shaking his head, fanning his ears and wagging his tail at me, as if admitting his mistake. It's so cute.

Hey, when did it eat all the braised pork? !

There are several thick photo albums at home, each with an unforgettable story. There are wonderful and interesting things in every photo.

You just flip through a book and record the happy memories at that time.

One of the photos is my favorite. Please let me tell the story in that photo.

When I was three or four years old, I often giggled as if I had something happy.

When my father taught me the word "female", I often called it "drum".

Isn't it ridiculous to distinguish between "female" and "drum" I remember once, my parents took me to bed to take pictures.

I was disobedient and almost broke my camera.

Finally, my mother gave me a toy elephant. Now, I become kind, obedient and cooperative. They seem to have bought me off.

Mom is really scheming.

At that time, I was like a robot. Everything was under her command.

After getting this gift from my mother, I really changed quickly. I was sad just now, but now I'm laughing.

My little eyes are fixed on the camera.

The eyes of the toy elephant are also wide open, as if they were fighting to take pictures.

I really don't know what's good about taking pictures.

Alas! But this "click" is quite fun! Hee hee, the more you shoot, the happier you are, unconsciously posing as a handsome boy.

Everyone laughed.

Some people even laughed their heads off.

The story in this photo is very interesting.

The photo is a good recorder. He will record some of our happy days and share the stories in the photo with others in the future.

Photos carry too many happy times for us; Carrying the selfless love of parents; It also carries our infinite affection for our elders.

Write a short composition based on pictures and materials, such as panda, which generally has no opinions on the surface, unlimited content and often unlimited form.

"Topic" composition actually only provides a topic, that is, it specifies the central content of expression, without limiting the scope of materials and the form of expression.

Compared with the previous propositional composition, the advantage of topic-based open proposition lies in giving candidates more space to write and play.

Characteristics of topic composition: 1. Related topic composition must be related to the topic. Under normal circumstances, the requirements of topic composition only stipulate the scope of the topic, but do not limit the theme of the composition.

Second, freedom is the biggest feature of topic composition.

Candidates have great freedom and autonomy in selecting topics, selecting materials, style and imagination.

The specific performance is as follows: 1. Free topic.

A given topic can be left as a topic, and candidates can do it themselves.

However, it is best to ask questions that reflect the characteristics of style.

2. freedom of material selection.

As long as you choose to write about the topic, it is effective.

3. Free style.

Most topic compositions require candidates to freely choose narrative, expository, argumentative or dramatic styles other than poetry.

4. Freedom of imagination.

Topic composition gives candidates a wide range of freedom in topic, material selection and style, and also gives candidates a broader imagination.

But pay attention to the depth of imagination.

In short, the topic composition narrows the restrictions on candidates and provides more choices and imagination.

Candidates can give full play to their strengths, write their own personality and reflect their creativity in their compositions.

Third, the image is actually the most important "topic" composition is to let students gallop in the space of image thinking and show the rich association and imagination ability of middle school students.

Because "topic" composition is more conducive to the surge of image thinking, students can let go of their hands and feet and fly freely.

They can give full play to their imagination, and they can also spread the wings of association at will. "Seasky, birds can fly.

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I have taken many photos and compositions about Xiao Zhi, and put them in an exquisite photo album. One of them is 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, I came out to see the young man 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!

An observer writes an argumentative essay with a picture. As long as I can remember, whenever a guest comes, I will see my parents grin and receive them gracefully.

Therefore, it is either a sweet and delicious meal or a big talk.

My brother and I don't ask questions, answer questions, adults don't interrupt, and adults don't eat at the table, which won the praise of the guests: Your children are really sensible.

Not the kui is an intellectual, is different.

But usually, Brother Naughty and I make mistakes from time to time.

For example, don't put a hairpin on my sleeping father and wear two beautiful pigtails, so my mother took a broom in her hand and drove us all to the toilet or balcony. I could hear my father's anger: How dare you touch the emperor's head?

Although it was in the 1990s, my father always used some feudal education methods to control us because of the influence of feudal consciousness.

But it is these educational methods that keep my brother and I among the best in our studies.

Every night; At home, there is never the sound of playing mahjong or shaking the earth, only the rustling of my brother and I doing homework and the sound of my parents turning over books and newspapers.

Sometimes, the whole family will be flushed because of a math problem.

But after all, it is feudal education, so there is a policy of closing everything! Don't listen to the radio, don't go out to play on holidays, as if to make my brother and I become nerds.

No, even extracurricular books can only be peeked in the toilet or under the covers.

I really want to say to my father: It's the 1990s, and the old education methods should be changed.

But afraid of his father's majesty, words always swallow back into his mouth.

This is my family style, which has advantages and disadvantages.

But I firmly believe that with the progress of the times, the family style of the new era will settle in my home.

My family will become richer and better!

The joy of growing up "hoo … hoo …" The whistling north wind blew from the window; "sasha vujacic ... sasha vujacic ..." The continuous light rain danced.

All the voices are so rhythmic. With the rhythm of this "shout" and this "sand", it seems that my sleeping old heart door is gradually opened.

Prosperity declined, and spring came to Qiu Lai. I sent it through countless winters and ushered in countless springs.

However, in this sending, welcoming, welcoming and sending, I gradually matured.

Remember those innocent laughter; Familiar slightly rough but tender voice; Looking forward to that honest and masculine voice.

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