Recall the past and write a composition according to the tips in the photo.

1. Write a composition with memories caused by photos.

In the middle of the night, I sat under the desk lamp and opened the photo album. The photos jumped into my eyes: there was a shot of my father concentrating on reading, a photo of my mother standing on the Great Wall, and a bright smiling face of my sister ... However, all this could not attract me, but my eyes stayed on a photo: a "big sister" with long hair fluttering was wearing a milky white dress with lovely letters, with a group of children. Watching, scenes of the past emerged in front of my eyes, and my thoughts returned to the primary school era.

I remember when I first entered the sixth grade, most of the courses were changed by teachers. Actually, the teacher told us to keep our distance. Think about it, there is only one social class left. "Ding ..." A little teacher came into the classroom. At the sight of her, the students' eyes went straight. How young, early twenties! Wearing a milky white dress, full of energy. However, despite her small size, her voice is quite loud. A "class" quickly woke up a few molecules who wanted to fall asleep. Then, "Big Sister" pulled out a piece of chalk, and a big word "Xuan" appeared on the blackboard. Then she said in a nice voice, "My name is Xuan. Call me Mr. Xuan. We will be friends in the future, but we are still friends in class." Some students laughed. They should laugh and be happy. For the first time, a teacher said to us, "We are friends. "Moreover, in the future friendly relations, everyone's affection for Mr. Xuan increased significantly, and they really became friends and fell in love with sociology. But I really like Mr. Xuan, or from that time on.

I am immersed in the sea of questions every day because I want to participate in the preliminary contest of Huajin Cup. Maybe I'm nervous, maybe I have exam syndrome. Anyway, I have been nervous, and even my favorite social class is not in love. To whom? My parents are either busy at work or busy with their own exams, and they can't control me at all. My heart is in a mess.

One morning, I was reading a book with a book in my hand. I was walking and suddenly bumped into the oncoming teacher Xuan. The information in her hand was scattered all over the floor. I was so scared that I immediately apologized, thinking that I might as well hit the teacher. How could something bad happen to me? Unexpectedly, Mr. Xuan didn't say anything to blame, but asked with concern, "What's the matter recently? You seem to have something on your mind and are listless in class? " This warm word made me pour out my heart at once. Teacher Xuan nodded and said gently, "I have been in your situation, too." I don't think you are confident enough. You know, self-confidence is the killer of failure. " Then she told me about her childhood. I listen. Look at her. At the moment, Mr. Xuan is leaning back in his chair, talking with relish in the sunset. I was surprised to find that she was really like my old friend for many years, and seemed to know me very well. Every word went to my heart. Miss Xuan is not beautiful, but at this time, I think she is very beautiful. Her understanding words flowed into my heart like a clear spring, and my heart was much more comfortable. She asked again, "Now, can you do it?" I confidently said, "Yes!" ……

Time flies, everyone is busy writing classmates' records, but Mr. Xuan says he won't sign anything for us, let alone take pictures. I know, in fact, she didn't want to say goodbye to us, but I wanted to have a photo of Mr. Xuan so much that I secretly took it during the break. I don't think Miss Xuan will blame me because I am her friend. ...

"It's time for bed, but it's natural." My mother's crying interrupted my memory. I stared at the photo and said to myself: Mr. Xuan, my dear teacher, I will never forget you!

2. How to write a photographic composition?

As time goes by, many stories are forgotten, but time always leaves traces of growth. Maybe an old photo will remind you of a long time ago. ...

Today, I found an old photo of a child sitting on the ground eating a cake. I felt very strange, so I asked my mother, "Who is that child sitting on the ground?" Mom said, "Isn't that you?" I was surprised and said, "How is that possible? How can I sit on the ground and eat cake alone? " "Don't you remember, didn't you see the date in the photo?" "Oh, it's Women's Day. But why do you still eat cake? " My mother seemed to read my mind and said, "That was when you went to kindergarten. March 8th is Women's Day. Teachers organize parents and children to go for an outing. Later, I learned that it happened to be Shen Chubing's birthday, so the teacher suggested that Women's Day be celebrated with her birthday. We also played many games, sang birthday songs, spread newspapers on the floor and sat on the floor eating cakes. Mom thought it was very interesting, so she took out her camera and clicked it, and this photo was born. " After listening to my mother's story, I suddenly felt that an ordinary-looking photo recorded such a beautiful story.

I will cherish these photos in the future, whether they are sad or sweet. Because each one carries many precious memories of growing up.

3. How to write memories in photos?

I remember when I was about 45 years old, I had a particularly unforgettable birthday. ...

That day, my parents and I slept at my grandfather's house. . Just before going to bed, my father suddenly said, "Ah! Sister Qing, today is your birthday! Your mother and I have forgotten. " Dad knows my personality, but he just wants to say it. As a result, I kept clamoring for them to buy me a cake. My mother said, "where can I buy you a cake in this dark?" I'll buy you a big cake tomorrow! " Hey, go to bed! "But I didn't. I woke up my grandparents. Finally, my father had to bite the bullet and knock on the door of the cake shop and brought me two loaves of bread. I was easily satisfied, ate happily, and was full of cream, so my father took this photo. In retrospect, I really regret it. Why was it so easy to be satisfied when I was a child? It's not that I am too easily satisfied, but that I was so greedy when I was a child that I forgot everything at the sight of food.

One summer a few years ago, I went to my grandfather's house in Jicoo to play. At that time, I was very naughty, and everyone avoided me when they saw me, so I often did something by myself that surprised adults, such as "uncovering tiles in the house."

It was hot that afternoon. Grandma is taking a ladder to pick melons from the roof, and I am sitting in front of the pigsty in a daze. Whisper in a low voice: "Will you fall if you climb that high?" The little grandmother listened and replied, "It won't fall off. It was fun. Do you want to come up? " I was ecstatic to hear that. Just about to get up, little grandma came down. I climbed to the roof without saying anything. I stood on the roof and looked at the scenery by the river, and unconsciously forgot the time.

Goo goo ... my stomach was screaming, and then I realized that I hadn't eaten yet, and I was ready to go down. Alas, the ladder is gone. I shouted for help to the people downstairs. But I shouted for a long time and no one came to save me. I saw smoke from the chimney out of the corner of my eye and thought, they must be cooking. I ran to the kitchen roof to uncover the tiles, broke the covered layer of paper and asked the people below for help. Just when I called for help, my uncle took this photo with his mobile phone. Since then, my "story" of "going to the house to uncover tiles" has spread in the local area. Every time my mother sees this photo, it always reminds me that "I will go to the house to uncover the tiles if I don't fight for three days."

4. Ask for an essay "Memories in Photos". Photos are amazing things, which can make instant memories become eternal, put them in photo albums and connect them in series to form my beautiful childhood. Open it and have a look

A photo is a magical thing, which can make a moment's memory become eternal, put it in an album, and connect it with my wonderful childhood. Open it and have a look

A one-year-old lottery pen

In the photo, I am/kloc-0 years old, standing on the table with a pen in my hand. What am I doing? I believe everyone knows-draw lots. Among many things, I chose a pen. Does this mean anything?

Childhood friendship will never be forgotten.

Look, this is a photo I took at the kindergarten party. At that time, I was really interesting: I tied two braids in the air, drew a little red dot on my forehead, carried a bamboo basket and was performing a dance with everyone! I can't recognize most of the students next to me, but the pure friendship between us will never be erased. I not only thank the photos for keeping my good memories.

Look at the photos with a smile.

I kept turning: Why are there photos here? Why not put it in like other photos? This photo shows me sitting on the table, as if writing something, with tears on my face and a smile. It's really a strange photo. I'm only about one or two years old in the photo. I'll ask my mother quickly. I see. This is the number I wrote when I was a child. I can't write the number 2, so I began to cry. My mother quickly took my picture with a camera. When I turn my head, my instinctive reaction is to laugh, but I don't care about crying. In this way, my mother found me a picture of half crying and half laughing. The reason why there is this photo is because after the photo is developed, I feel very embarrassed to see the tears still left on it. I refused to put it in the photo album, so my mother had to promise not to put it in first, so I was temporarily caught in the back. Over time, I have long forgotten this photo in distress situation, but now it looks really interesting and I can't help laughing.

Learn from the sea.

And this one, the photo of the seaside, facing the endless ocean in front of me, I feel ignorant and insignificant. It seems that I want to be as broad-minded and knowledgeable as the sea. ...

5. Memories triggered by photos Family ties are the indispensable and most important feelings in life, and memories triggered by a photo. -inscription

This is a family photo of our family and the only one at present.

How time flies! It passed in the blink of an eye. This photo has been taken for six years.

Every time I look at the photo frame, I always look at the family photos carefully: aunt, uncle, second aunt, second uncle, uncle, menstruation, mom and dad, grandparents, cousins. I look so happy. The wrinkles on grandpa's forehead and the silver thread on grandma's head all tell their weather-beaten life journey. Of course, they can appreciate the joy of life best.

I clearly remember that it was the Spring Festival in 2000, and the whole family, old and young, rushed back to their grandparents' homes from all over the country to spend the reunion year. Middle school students wrote a composition called Memories Aroused by a Photo. At that time, I was only seven years old and sensible, but I didn't know the true meaning of reunion at all, only that there were many people. But since then, the whole family has rarely been together.

Now every holiday, either my cousin didn't come, or my cousin didn't come ... Grandma always regrets to say to herself, "When can the whole family get together again?"

When you are busy, it is always the easiest to ignore the mood of the older generation. Now, this family photo is slowly yellowing under the erosion of years, but the happy smile of the whole family is always so fresh. I think maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. Our whole family will definitely get together again. There will definitely be a more beautiful and treasured family photo.

Pure friendship and passionate love will eventually become family ties. Friends! May you cherish this indelible feeling. -P.S.

The quickest and most reliable way to overcome fear and build self-confidence is to do what you are afraid of until you have a successful experience.

6. Open the photo album, each photo evokes memories of the past, finds the most precious photos and tells unforgettable stories. How long has it been since you opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is the color of memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From those yellowed 7A686964616F31333333363 photo album pages, there are laughter from seven years ago and warm gold from ten years ago. In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt. Although wearing a knee-length skirt, she is still naughty and active, regardless of the "lady image". I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with my chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up". My legs look like I'm kicking around in the air. Looking at this photo, the small fragments of my childhood are easily shaken off. I remember my father telling me. Because the stadium is near my home, my parents often take me to the stadium to play. There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "learns to shoot in a skirt". As soon as I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me. At that time, my parents always watched quietly, taking a few pictures from time to time and holding up the camera to take a close-up. Count, one, two, three. Fingertips pluck at the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, and familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories and instantly gather into an ocean. Mom in the old photo, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun; I am in the old photos, dressed in pink, playing carefree by the sea ... Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the unchanging memory is warm.

7. How to write a 500-word composition about recalling photos? The beginning time slips away quietly like running water, taking away many beautiful memories. However, a beautiful photo album records my growing process. As soon as you open it, the past scenes hover in your mind like movies.

This photo was taken last year when my mother and I were traveling in Yuntai Mountain. What attracted me most there was the beautiful scenery. The place where we took pictures is a stream, and behind the stream is a small waterfall called "Yazi Waterfall". Water flows down from the mountain behind, much like the word "cliff", which is the origin of its name. Behind the "Yazi Waterfall" is a high mountain. There are many trees on the mountain, which seems to cover the whole mountain with a green coat. My mother and I play barefoot in the stream. The water here is very shallow, and we haven't crossed our ankles yet. We rolled up our trouser legs, and I kicked up some water with my foot, and the water splashed on my mother's leg at once. Not to be outdone, my mother kicked the water, and this time it splashed on my face. I chased my mother, ready to launch a new round of attacks on her. Sui "click", the scene just now was fixed by my father in a small photo.

There, we had a wonderful time, and there was only joy in our memory, not pain. Looking at the photo, I can't help but think of the scene after it was taken. It's strange that I didn't burst into laughter when I said it. At that time, because I had a very good time and the road was slippery, I accidentally fell down in the stream and my clothes were all wet. I'm a drowned rat. I was really in distress situation at that time! A photo, no sound, no action, and no scene when we play, but an action, an expression, and a landscape can evoke our beautiful memories.

8. Recalling the past composition, the beautiful past

I remember, when I was a child, I was always fascinated by my grandmother's singing, with a little simplicity, a little freshness and a strong local accent, and I couldn't get enough of it; Just like a new jar of old wine, it is fragrant and sweet and irreplaceable.

Most of the songs brought by songs are about the moon. I was still ignorant at that time. The song that lingers in my ears makes me full of yearning and curiosity about the moon. I vaguely feel that the moon always seems to have an unmasked veil. I feel rich happiness from my grandmother's songs.

Grandma hasn't read many books, but she describes the image of the bright moon just right. Grandma said that on the moon, a child was drawing water by the spring. It is said that the water in the spring's eyes is holy water, which can cure eye diseases, and children take pains to draw water just to cure their mother's eye diseases. I feel very moved, so I always look at the moon and children in the sky with my chin in my hand, but I always look through the moon but I can't see the children clearly. So that expectation went further, and my curiosity about the moon increased day by day.

Later, on an unforgettable day, I forgot who I knew. The moon was just a lifeless star, and I was disappointed. But at the beginning of the bright moon, I still leaned over the window and stared at the moon and the child who was drawing water. The moon is as beautiful as ever.

On a quiet summer night, the bright moon in the sky is getting more and more beautiful. I often think of the moon and feel disappointed. The moon, near, looked up and asked, "Moon, how are you?" The moon has become more elegant and simple, as if it were an independent masterpiece. Even Ma Liang's magic pen can't draw such bright colors. Half-rolled embroidered curtains, sultry guqin and fragrant teas dance lightly with the moonlight. Looking at the moon, smiling indifferently, I hope the scenery of the moon can reappear in front of me in the happy month when I was a child. ...

9. One thing to write about memory is the composition of the past. A beautiful past is in my little photo album, which contains a very funny photo.

There is a five or six-year-old girl standing on the mighty stone lion, crying, tears are about to fall! This child was when I was young. At that time, my father worked in an army in Beijing.

One day, my parents took me to play in Xijiao Park. One of my uncles is my father's colleague. He is a photographer and often takes pictures of people.

This time he went to the park, he hung a small and exquisite camera around his neck. Let's take a picture when we arrive at the park.

Later, we came with a lion. I looked up, oh, what a powerful lion! Sharp claws, round eyes, huge body, thick limbs, it has a big mouth, which is really scary! I can't help hiding behind my mother, and sometimes I look at the lion timidly.

My mother didn't pay attention to my expression and smiled and said, "Take a picture here!" " "She wanted to hug me to the lion, and I screamed," No, I don't! " "I tried to break away from my mother's hand. "What's the matter?" Mom froze.

"Lions are stones and don't bite." Dad probably read my mind, walked under the lion, patted the lion on the back and said to me, "Look, the lion didn't open his mouth to eat me!" " "I still refuse to go.

It seems that my mother deliberately opposed me and forced me to go to Shishi. I was so scared that my whole body stood on end. My parents burst out laughing when they saw this.

The uncle also laughed his head off. I was so angry that I burst into tears.

Who knows, they are not in a hurry, but they laugh more happily. I'm so angry that my chest is going to collapse, my face is going to burn and my feet are going to jump.

Uncle blinked and suddenly pressed the shutter at me, and my ridiculous appearance was taken into the camera. Now, whenever I see this photo, I can't help laughing.

Ah, that's interesting.

10. Who will help me write Memories in Photos and give 80 points to the memories in the photos?

Time slips away quietly like running water, taking away many good memories. However, a beautiful photo album records my growing process. As soon as you open it, the past scenes hover in your mind like movies.

This photo was taken last year when my mother and I were traveling in Yuntai Mountain. What attracted me most there was the beautiful scenery. The place where we took pictures is a stream, and behind the stream is a small waterfall called "Yazi Waterfall". Water flows down from the mountain behind, much like the word "cliff", which is the origin of its name. Behind the "Yazi Waterfall" is a high mountain. There are many trees on the mountain, which seems to cover the whole mountain with a green coat. My mother and I play barefoot in the stream. The water here is very shallow, and we haven't crossed our ankles yet. We rolled up our trouser legs, and I kicked up some water with my foot, and the water splashed on my mother's leg at once. Not to be outdone, my mother kicked the water, and this time it splashed on my face. I chased my mother, ready to launch a new round of attacks on her. Sui "click", the scene just now was fixed by my father in a small photo.

There, we had a wonderful time, and there was only joy in our memory, not pain. Looking at the photo, I can't help but think of the scene after it was taken. It's strange that I didn't burst into laughter when I said it. At that time, because I had a very good time and the road was slippery, I accidentally fell down in the stream and my clothes were all wet. I'm a drowned rat. I was really in distress situation at that time! A photo, no sound, no action, and no scene when we play, but an action, an expression, and a landscape can evoke our beautiful memories.