Excellent composition of photos

In our daily life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. So, how to write a composition? The following is an excellent composition of a photo I collected, hoping to help everyone.

An excellent composition of a photo 1 Not long ago, an aunt gave me a delicate little photo album, and my mother said, "Right, why don't you put the photo we just developed for you a few days ago?" I said, "Good." So, we put beautiful photos into the album one by one, and when I installed them, I found a photo that I couldn't put down.

In the photo, I was wearing a white gauze skirt, a golden headdress, white stockings and pink shoes, standing on a small stone bridge in the lake, and asked my mother to take pictures of me. The lake is clear and surrounded by green trees. Look at me.

It was a sunny morning and my mother and I came to the "amorous feelings garden". Walking slowly on the cobblestone path, I saw the flowers on both sides smiling at us happily, as if to say to us, "Welcome to visit here." We enjoyed the charming scenery in the park leisurely, and unconsciously, we came to the island in the middle of the lake. My mother and I walked on a small winding stone bridge and looked under it. There are many big fish and small fish in the lake, including red, white, black and red and white, which are colorful and very beautiful. I took out bread and biscuits to feed the fish. When they smell the bread, they open their round mouths to eat it. When fish catch food, they quickly dive into the water. I thought: How timid this fish is. The big fish seems to have great courage. After eating their food, they were still waiting for me to throw them some more food, which made us laugh. These fish are so cute! I immediately took out my beloved password book, drew some patterns of small fish on it, and wanted to go home and share it with my cousin.

The willow by the lake bent down to us, as if to see us off, and as if to say, "The scenery here is so beautiful. You can take more photos and keep them. When you grow up, you can take a look again and recall the scene of visiting the park at that time. How wonderful! "

One day I saw an old photo in a Chinese book, which was the scene of the Japanese invaders bombing Shanghai Railway Station on August 28th. 1937. I looked at this old photo helplessly with indignation, and I couldn't help thinking a lot.

I can't help but think of the old railway station: people come and go, and the stream is endless. Some people visit relatives, some people visit their parents, and some people want to travel. Just when everyone was in a happy mood, several Japanese fighters flew into the sky and dropped several ruthless bombs. The railway station is so chaotic that it can't be recognized. Some people jumped out of the window, some people crowded around on the train, and some people ran around in fear. ...

After a few minutes of bombing, the railway station has been deserted, and the crowded railway station has become a pile of ruins. The overpass is teetering, like being drunk; Railways are curved, like branches; The waiting room is a mess; The air smelled of burnt bodies and smoke. In a pile of ruins, a ragged and bruised child sat there crying. Looking at everything in front of him, he knew he could do nothing but cry. He is crying for the scene before him; He is crying because he lost his parents; He cried because he was beaten black and blue. As a China person, you see the scene before you. Who doesn't arouse hatred against the Japanese aggressors? Who would have thought of this little boy's future fate? Will he live on the streets, be rescued by good people, or be beaten to death by the Japanese army? Japanese soldiers! You were raised by your parents, and you are also flesh and blood. You also have a happy childhood. Do you want a ruthless bomb to ruin the childhood of every unfortunate child? Do you want the child to lose his father, the wife to marry her husband, and the mother to lose her child?

I hate war, which brings endless trauma to mankind. We should take action to maintain peace, stop the war, let the flower of peace bloom forever, and let the god of peace stay on earth forever!

Look, there is an unfinished birthday cake with birthday candles in it in front of the photo. Among the people standing behind, the one on the left is my cousin. His face was red, his left hand held my shoulder tightly, and his right hand was held high in a V shape. How sweet it is to laugh. The one in the middle of the photo, with so much cream on his face, has turned into a big cat, with his mouth open and laughing on his back! He is naturally the protagonist of the photo-me. Every time I see it, I think of that happy day.

It was my ninth birthday. At noon, my father invited me to the Red Mill by the White River for my birthday. I arrived early and sat in my seat, waiting for my uncle's arrival. There is a double cake on the table. After a while, my uncle and cousin had their periods. My cousin is wearing beautiful clothes today, which makes him very happy. Then, I blew out nine candles in one breath in their blessing and the relaxed and happy song "Happy Birthday to you", and then we began to eat cakes. I ate a lot of cakes because I like sweets. I licked my mouth with my tongue and sat down when I felt clean. At this time, my cousin also drank a lot of wine and turned red. Just when I was absorbed in eating the cake, he caught a handful of cream while I was unprepared, and suddenly gave me a "big cream slap", which made me look like a puppy who was greedy for cream. At this moment, all the people in the room burst out laughing. At this time, I only heard a click, and my mother pressed it. My cousin and I scrambled to see this photo, but I didn't know it. When I saw it, I was startled. Everyone was amused, adding a festive atmosphere to my birthday.

Now, whenever I see this photo, I will see the happy scene at my birthday party, and I can't help laughing.

Childhood fun, like a boat drifting on the lake, where there is my childhood innocence and loveliness. Color photos are beautiful notes that record my growth. The question starts just right, so readers can get to the point quickly.

One day in the summer vacation, I had nothing to do, so I cleaned up my little world in my room. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and a long-lost photo appeared in front of me. My busy hands suddenly stopped and looked at this photo for a long time, suddenly bringing my thoughts to that hot summer four years ago.

The record time in the photo is June 25th, 20xx, and the graduation ceremony was held on that day, which means that I ended my three-year kindergarten life. With nostalgia for the beautiful life of young children and a beautiful vision for the future primary school life, every child's face shows an expression that can't be described in words, with nostalgia, excitement and curiosity. Every child is dressed as a bachelor, not to mention how awesome! The photographer recorded the eternal moment by clicking. In the photo, I am wearing a bachelor's uniform and a bachelor's hat, clutching my kindergarten graduation report card with my hands, with a happy smile on my face and my eyes full of longing and curiosity about the future!

Look at my eyes a little blurred. I think: I must keep this very precious and meaningful photo. I am worthy of my parents who raised me with great pains, and I am worthy of the excellent teachers who accompanied me carefully all the way! When I graduate from college, I will definitely use what I have learned to contribute to the construction of the motherland!

My mother likes traveling and taking pictures very much. My whole drawer is full of photo albums, recording pages of scenery and memories. One is inconspicuous and not gorgeous. When I saw it, my heart trembled slightly.

That's when, yes, that's when! Suddenly remind of that moment that has been sealed in my heart for many years.

"If, after dad left, listen to mom!" This can be used as an explanation of the photo. The lonely man in the photo is my father. I was five or six years old that year, and I just felt that I would never see him again.

Thinking of the scene that day, the tip of my nose can't help being sour again. Dad just came back one day that day, and he will go back to Beijing the next morning. He also told his mother that he would go abroad for a while, so it was not convenient to contact his family. I know dad cried when he picked me up. It may be months or even years before we meet again.

I don't know why my mother took this photo, so I don't know how her mother will react when she sees it again. Maybe that's what they said-that's an adult's business.

I didn't cry at the airport that day. I'm already numb to thousands of meetings and farewells. The whole family went, grandma told dad to pay attention to his health, and aunt advised dad to go home as soon as possible. As for me and my mother, I didn't say anything-let him go. This should be what my mother wants to say.

As the boarding reminder sounded, my father turned and picked up his luggage and left. Behind him, my grandmother and aunt told me that it was the same as my mother-I still didn't say anything.

Dad suddenly turned to me at the boarding gate and said, "Loro, listen to mom after dad leaves!" " "I have no reaction to come over. My father has boarded the plane. As for later, I don't think so.

It's funny to think of it. Dad seems to say this every time he leaves, but isn't it redundant? After all, his days at home are unusually few.

I'm too lazy to think so much. Let that photo still shine faintly and eternally, and let it lie in the drawer, as everyone says-that's an adult's business, let it go.

Excellent composition of a photo 6 Every time I see a photo of me playing Hero, I can't help laughing. It was taken by my sister in her dream of Hero.

When I was five years old, I watched the TV series Bao Qingtian and admired Zhan Zhao very much. It can be said that he is the most perfect "hero" in my heart. Therefore, becoming a "hero" was my greatest ideal at that time. In order to realize this ideal, I have been looking for opportunities. To be a hero, you have to have a set of equipment, such as a hat and a robe, but my mother always doesn't allow me to go through my family's things.

One day, the opportunity finally came. My parents have something to go out, and I feel glad because I can live a good "hero" addiction. I rummaged through everything, looking for the necessities of dressing up: a broken blanket, a ladle, a toy knife and a big hat. I dressed myself up: a broken blanket wrapped around me, a big hat buckled on my head, a toy knife tied to my waist and a ladle in my hand. I stood in front of the mirror and looked around. I am very satisfied!

I must raise my hand! So, I ran like a "hero" and almost tripped over a broken blanket on the way. Fortunately, I was quick and didn't trip over a dog. But, where is my position? I had a flash of inspiration and came to my vegetable field! I held a toy knife in my hand and waved it wildly, cutting down countless leaves. Just as I was cutting hard, my sister appeared, picked up the camera and pressed the shutter, recording my "feat".

However, after my sister took the photo, she resolutely stopped my "chivalrous feat", so I had to go home with my sister in disappointment ... Now every time I see this photo, the scene of my childhood will come to my mind.

On a sunny day, my mother took my brother and me for an outing on a whim, euphemistically calling it looking for the footprints of nature.

In fact, I know the "career" in her heart: she wants to take some photos while the pear blossoms are blooming and the grass is just sprouting. No way, who let us have a mother who loves beauty? I have to stay with her.

"Leeward here, not good. It is backlit here. It's too dark. The background here is not good, change the land! " On the way, I only heard her complaining!

"Oh, which have so much attention. Just take a few photos casually, not to participate in any beauty contest. " I stood looking at her and couldn't help complaining.

Hearing this, she froze. After a long time, I whispered, "How terrible the world would be if the whole world did things casually like you. You need to take such photos as much as you can, even if it is a small matter. "

Her words are simple, but they give me a complicated feeling. The details really tell you what kind of person you are. If Edison was careless, there would be no electric light; If Madame Curie were ordinary, radium would not have been discovered; If the Lyle brothers were so-so, they wouldn't be able to build a plane. The so-so world is really terrible.

"Mom, I'll take one with you, and the three of us will take one!" I shouted at my mother in various poses. She smiled and waved to me to follow her.

"Mom, how about we take a picture here when my brother grows up?"

"Well, when my brother grows up, we will come here to take pictures."

Excellent composition of a photo 8 "I am a painter with strong painting skills …" I sang songs all the way and followed my brother's ass. It turns out that today is Sunday, and my brother is going to take me to the park near his home. I skipped all the way, with a beautiful camera in my big pocket. That's reserved for taking pictures of strange scenery in the park. I looked around along the way.

"lay eggs, lay eggs." What's going on here? Where did the sound come from? I followed the sound to the door of a yard. It turned out that a little boy was squatting in front of the henhouse to let the hen lay eggs, but the hen seemed to deliberately ignore him and walked to a corner of the henhouse, giggling at the boy's ass. The little boy listened and said, "Oh, you smelly chicken, I told you not to lay eggs, and you still play with me." The hen seems to understand the boy's words, not only turning her back on the boy, but also sticking her ass high. When the volcano erupted, the little boy stood up, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll just say a few words about you, so you treat me like this and see how I can tidy up you." After that, he climbed into the henhouse and began to catch chickens.

Suddenly, the cooing chickens in the nest made chicken feathers and dust fly all over the nest. Boys catch hens everywhere. Finally, the boy caught the hen. The boy walked out of the henhouse happily and held the hen high above his head as if he had won the championship. But there are many chicken feathers in the boy's hair. I thought hens would struggle, but they didn't. Instead, he raised his head, kicked a few feet, and giggled out a pool of shit. The boy's head is covered with chicken feathers. I couldn't help laughing when I saw it. I quickly took out my camera and captured this funny scene.

The next day, I showed it to my good friend. They laughed so hard that I cried.

Every time I open the photo album, I will see a very interesting photo. The little girl in the photo is hiding in the corner of the room and secretly eating moon cakes. Funny and cute looks always make people laugh. That little girl is me.

I remember the Mid-Autumn Festival when I was five years old. My mother took me to my grandmother's house for a reunion dinner. As soon as I entered my grandmother's house, some moon cakes on the cook attracted me, and I was secretly glad. While my mother and grandmother were not looking, I secretly moved a small bench, climbed it quickly, and stood on tiptoe to reach the moon cakes. I slipped down gently and wolfed it down. "ah! Delicious! " I munched, and before I could savor it, I couldn't wait to swallow it. It's a bit like pig eight quit eating the fruit of life. Although the moon cake residue fell all over the floor, I ate it with relish, and soon I ate up a moon cake. I went to get the second moon cake again. Just as I was "trying" again, I suddenly clicked, followed by a flash of lightning, which scared me to look up and look at my mother blankly. My mother raised her camera and smiled: "My daughter is really a greedy cat. You see, I've photographed you being greedy. When you grow up, I'll show you that you're ashamed! " Say that finish, I made a gesture of shame.

A few years have passed, and I have grown up. Although I think this photo is a little embarrassing, I still think it is very interesting because it records an interesting little thing when I was a child. This photo will be a lasting aftertaste in my memory.

Excellent composition of a photo 10 A photo often carries a sweet memory or a vivid and interesting story. This photo looks ordinary, but it records an incident that happened when I was two years old.

In the photo, there are several white clouds floating in the blue sky, behind which is the majestic Great Wall of Wan Li. The chubby little girl in the middle, with one hand behind her head, is thoughtful and a little silly. This photo was taken on May 27th, 20xx. That day, my mother took me to Beijing and the Great Wall. When we arrived at Haohanpo, my mother was exhausted and out of breath, so she stopped to have a rest with a group of tourists. "How can I climb this heroic slope?" An aunt speaks Mandarin very well. I ran to my aunt and said to her in Mandarin with too many dialects: "It's not easy! Learn from me and climb like a cat. " As I spoke, I squatted down to show them. As a result, all the tourists laughed, and several foreigners looked at me and smiled. One of them even said something to me, and I couldn't understand a word. An uncle said to me, "How lovely! How old are you, little friend? " "I'm almost two years old!" I replied proudly in a gentle tone ... during the break, I became the happy fruit of my uncles and aunts, and they kept teasing me. Fatigue slipped away in laughter, and I don't know who said, "such a small girl can climb up." Aren't we adults worse than children? " Go, heroes, climb the hero slope like cats! "Say that finish, everyone was talking and laughing, full of energy, and set off for Hero Slope. ...

Whenever I see this photo, I think of the majesty of the Great Wall, my innocence and the smiling faces of my uncles and aunts who climbed Hero Slope with me. ...

Excellent composition of a photo 1 1 The photo shows me walking around the stream and slipping at the water's edge. This is my most impressive photo.

I remember it was a hot afternoon, and my mother and I were playing in Huanglongxi. Under the sunshine, the stream is shining with bright blue luster. I was curious to see many people playing in the crystal clear stream. At this time, a big brother and two big sisters saw me staring at them in the water without blinking, and they tempted me: "Come down, little friend, the water is so comfortable." "Kid, come down and help your sister splash your big brother's water." An elder sister said to me with a smile. My heart itched after listening to it, and I became interested. I quickly asked my mother, "Mom, can I play in the water?" "Of course." Mother answered brightly. So I immediately rolled up my pants, took off my shoes and socks and jumped into the water. However, I dare not help my elder sister because I am a little unstable in the water. Soon, I found a lot of moss growing on the bottom of the water, oh! "Ground slip" was originally caused by it. The whole stream is splashed with water, and the water drops are crystal clear, like beautiful pearls. I hid in the water, and finally I was able to walk skillfully in the water, so I decided to speed up. I confidently stepped forward and plopped. As a result, because the ground was too slippery, I walked too fast and fell down. Suddenly, I was soaked to the skin, like a drowned rat. My mother hurriedly pulled me to the shore and changed my clothes and pants.

Up to now, whenever I see this photo, I will laugh at once. I seem to see my naughty big brother and two happy big sisters smile and say to me, "Come down quickly, children. Water is really fun! " "

Excellent composition of a photo 12 Open this old real photo. ...

On that day, the bustling railway station was full of laughter and was blown to ashes by the missiles that followed. In the ruins, the shadow of death hangs over the station.

The weak house could not stand the indiscriminate bombing by the invaders and had to collapse. People who are still immersed in happiness are stunned by this sudden noise! Escape, escape, but finally fell in a pool of blood. ...

At this moment, the chaotic crowd has fallen to the ground one after another ... the smoke is filled with chaos. There is only one child left in the ruins. A starving child is calling his parents! Around him, the body was stained with blood, the earth was dyed red with blood, and the house collapsed ... The shocking scene in front of him touched the child and prompted him to find his parents. However, everything is in vain! All the efforts were in vain! No matter how sad and miserable his cry is, no one can hear it! He is unfortunate, but he is also the only survivor! His parents may have been run over by the ruins, or they may have been killed by missiles! ..... There is no doubt that he is the only one in the world. ...

Turning to history, which page has no "masterpiece" left by the war? Who is closely related to the destruction of the China family? Japanese invaders! Yes, that's them, they are the bane of everything, the culprit! Doesn't Japan feel anything about their inhuman destruction? Is Japan a cold-blooded animal? Don't they feel cruel for what they have done?

In fact, as long as we take back our greed and build a bridge of friendship, war will be forgotten by us and peace will remain on the earth forever! At that time, the war will ring the death knell, there will be laughter everywhere, there will be no more crying and no more military weapons in the world!

An excellent composition of a photo 13 In the memory album, there are many photos of my childhood: there are photos of my newborn. At that time, I was stupid and foolish, knowing that I put my hand in my mouth, and sometimes I didn't feel anything when I peed my pants, which made people laugh; There is also a photo of Zhang Gang in kindergarten. At that time, I didn't know common sense. When I saw my mother leave, I knew to cry. I cried in class, and I cried at lunch until I took a nap. Haha, I cried too much and fell asleep in a daze.

Of course, when I went to kindergarten the next day, I also understood a lot. Knowing that crying is useless and wasting energy, and my cousin and I go to kindergarten together, I don't feel lonely.

But what I remember the most is that one. The story in this photo will never be forgotten by me.

That was when I was in kindergarten. I took part in the "story-telling" competition held by my school. So, after that day, I picked up the story book every day and read, recite and recite it there. But it didn't go well for young me. Sometimes I can't recite a paragraph, which is annoying. I simply put down the story book and didn't recite it, but I thought: How can I see the rainbow without experiencing the wind and rain? So he picked up the story book and recited it there. Sometimes I don't go out to play this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but I am told a story at home, which really reaches the point of "forgetting to eat and sleep".

On the day of the competition, facing hundreds of pairs of eyes under the stage, I was full of confidence and walked onto the stage with my head held high. After I finished speaking, there was thunderous applause immediately, and I walked off the stage with a smile. The scene of "click" was recorded forever.

Bach once said: Childhood is the most beautiful stage of life. At that time, the child was a flower, a seed, a hazy intelligence, a vitality that never stopped breathing, and a strong desire.

Of course, the photos of my childhood are also the most beautiful. You see, I smile brightly in the photo, and the laughter of my childhood lingers around me. ...

The excellent composition of a photo 14 time flies, and I am already a slim girl. Inadvertently, I opened a thick photo album and a photo came into view. Look, a beautiful little girl is playing in the flowers with a beautiful garland, like a bee covered with pollen flying in the flowers. Who is she? She is me.

It was two years ago in March. One day, the sun was very bright, warm and soft, just like a loving hand stroking our cheeks. Mother said, "The weather is so good, let's go to Sakura Mountain to play." We all agreed. Dad drove the van and we headed for Sakura Mountain. Along the way, we looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and our hearts had already flown to Sakura Mountain. Finally, we arrived at the foot of Sakura Mountain.

Looking at the cherry blossoms and lush cherry trees all over the mountains, we were very surprised. "Oh, how beautiful!" We want to climb to the top of the mountain to enjoy it. The mountain is not high, and our family can easily walk up the first stone steps. Soon, we arrived at the top of the mountain, looking around, large tracts of cherry blossoms looked like a pink ocean, with a gentle breeze and rippling water waves, which was beautiful! We wander among the flowers, look at this one, it's beautiful; Look at that. It's also beautiful.

Suddenly, I saw a cherry tree full of white flowers, which was really special. I ran very fast, but I tripped over a small stone. I was always in tears. My mother found that I tripped and repeatedly encouraged me, saying, "Baby, don't cry, be brave." I listened to my mother's words, wiped away the tears on my face, patted off the dust on my body and stood up bravely. At this moment, my mother handed me a beautiful wreath. I feel like a lovely little princess in it. At the moment I opened my smiling face, my mother snapped the camera and left this precious photo.

Time is like a song. In a blink of an eye, I am no longer the little girl who loves to cry, but a brave and ideal girl. I'm moving towards my goal.

Looking at a photo six years ago, my memory tunnel went to Guangzhou People's Park again. It was the first time my parents took me to Guangzhou to play, and the photos left by our family of three in front of the statue of Guangzhou People's Park made me unforgettable.

For the first time, I came to the bustling Guangzhou with my parents from the countryside, ah! This is a world of people and cars! There are many tall buildings, which are very lively. I visited the banks of the Pearl River, Shangxiajiu Street, the library and ......................................................................................................................................................, the south building. This is the first time I have seen such a large and beautiful park with trees and flowers. There are people in twos and threes everywhere, talking and laughing. Before I came to a sculpture called "Hard Times", I watched these "two people" for a long time: a young mother, dressed in rags and sandals, was nursing her several-month-old child with one hand and holding a pike tightly with the other. She looked focused and bowed her head slightly, as if talking to the child, hoping that the child would grow up quickly. My mother told me that before liberation, people lived a hard life. In particular, the aunt of the People's Liberation Army has to take care of children and fight, and there is always the possibility of sacrifice. It is because they laid the world that we have such a happy life today! I was lost at that time and woke up. My mother must take a picture with my father and me in front of this statue. I stood between my parents, my father looked calm and my mother smiled. I'm serious. I keep my eyes on the front, as if I'm not afraid of hardship and fatigue like the PLA and study hard.

Looking at this photo, I understand my mother's wish: she wants me to cherish my time, study hard and work hard at this happy age, and serve the motherland when I grow up.