Fourth grade composition photos.

In daily study, work and life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so you are familiar with it. Writing is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. What is the composition you have seen? The following is a fourth-grade composition of a photo I collected for you for reference only. Welcome to reading.

A photo of a fourth-grade composition 1 In my living room, there is a big fish tank with my photo on it. That was taken when I passed the yellow belt exam in Taekwondo.

My eyes in the photo are very firm, looking at the distance, as if there is no difficulty I can't overcome. It was a summer vacation, and my mother said that she had signed me up for a taekwondo class. I went with joy and curiosity, only to find that this is a very difficult course, and I have to train for three to four hours every weekend. Every time I come home from training, I pick up a comic book and lie on the ground, because I don't even have the strength to stand up and can't get up. In the meantime, I also made jokes. I didn't know how to tie my belt when I was just learning. Just tie a knot every day, and it will be loose after running. Fortunately, the students enthusiastically helped me fasten my belt, and we also established a deep friendship. Every time you learn a new move, you have to learn for two weekends! Practice this action thoroughly for everyone. As long as one classmate is wrong, everyone should start all over again, so that everyone will not be wrong. Time flies, and it's time for the yellow belt exam in a blink of an eye. Everyone is getting more and more serious. Tai Chi, the main content of the exam, has been practiced countless times. Although tired, everyone is tired and happy. Finally, the day came, "Please let Xilin, XX, XX play!" " After the exam, the coach said loudly, "All passed!" Yeah! I jumped three feet for joy! The coach picked up the camera. "Hey!" The coach took this photo.

Every time I see a photo, I will recall the dribs and drabs of learning Taekwondo, which constantly inspires me and makes me forge ahead. It also made me understand that if you want to win honor or overcome difficulties, you must pay your own sweat and unremitting efforts.

A photo is an interesting story, an unforgettable memory and a good mood. My family keeps nearly a thousand photos, which record my unforgettable memories from birth to now.

One day, I was leafing through my photo album when suddenly, a photo caught my eye.

You see, a 7-year-old me, with flowers in my hand, slightly bent feet, a blank face, a confused face, a pouting mouth, seems to have a little secretly pleased! In an instant, the scene at that time came to my mind: in the bustling crowd, a boy braved the biting cold wind and didn't sell a flower for more than half an hour. He lowered his head, holding a red rose in one hand and a gold-plated rose in the other, kicking pebbles on the ground one by one. Suddenly, an uncle came up to him and bought flowers from him. The little boy quickly picked out the biggest and most beautiful one and handed it to his uncle. Who knows, uncle shook his hand and said with a smile, "Little friend, this flower is for you." The little boy was shocked at once, and his outstretched hand stopped in midair, not knowing what to say. Uncle smiled, stepped forward, gently shook the boy's hand and told him, "You are great!" " "At this time, the mother of the boy hiding in the distance quickly pressed the camera and took this photo. ...

Whenever I see this precious photo, I will think of my uncle with a warm smile in the cold winter; Remembering the first life experience that didn't go well for me was warm and encouraging; It was because of the inspiration and emotion at that moment that I persisted in taking the first step that night and gained more surprises. Looking at myself dumbfounded in the photo, I couldn't help laughing!

Who said that photos only represent the past, it will also bring us inspiration and joy. These stories are my most precious wealth!

I have seen many photos, including slim girls, beautiful impatiens and strong trees. But when I saw the photo in our textbook, I couldn't be calm for a long time. This photo was taken1August 28th, 937, when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station, an American journalist risked his life. Shanghai is the largest city in China, with developed industries and bustling streets. Seven. After the July 7th Incident, the Japanese invaders launched eight major incidents in Shanghai for the purpose of expanding the war of aggression against China. August 13th incident. The Japanese military mobilized 200,000 military battalions, dispatched more than 100 planes at the same time, and carried out several devastating bombings on Shanghai. With a bang, the original bustling railway station became a wasteland, and the streets were covered with corpses and blood. One of the children was lucky enough to survive. He may call his parents. His clothes are in rags and his body is covered with wounds. Where are his parents? Her parents were crushed under the wooden bridge to save him. He sat alone on the cold ground, and the wound made him feel very painful, but he couldn't say where to cry. The child kept moving those blocks in the waste area, as if looking for his parents. I think; The child may have been taken in by a kind person. If he knows that his parents were killed by the Japanese when he grows up, he must hate the Japanese for losing his home and parents. Seventy years have passed, and now our motherland is strong, and no one dares to invade our motherland. But some countries are still not peaceful. War is cruel, we want peace, not war, and we want the god of peace to live in the world forever!

A photo of the fourth grade composition 4 "The vines are strong, the birds are singing, and the bridges are flowing." The ancient road is a fat horse, and you are at the seaside of Lashihai. "This is the Dongsha Temple in Jing Tian, which I created while riding on the ancient Lashihai Road, a famous scenic spot in Yunnan. It reminds me of my riding photos.

In the photo, I am wearing a green coat and jeans, and the yellow son of an unknown creature is printed on the spire, riding a brown horse with ankles and smiling. Nearby are fields and people's homes. In the distance, you can vaguely see teams of caravans and towering mountains, like giants.

Every time I see this photo, I will think of that happy ride. My parents and I came to the racecourse that day and saw many strong horses. I am very excited and want to turn over and get on the horse at once. Finally, it's our turn. With the help of the horse leader, I got on a brown horse. I immediately looked around, touched the horse's ass, pinched the horse's neck and patted the horse's back. Finally, I honestly listened to the lama's request-I boarded the stirrup, grabbed the handle and shouted happily, "Let's go!" "

"Turn around!" Mom said. As soon as I turned my head, my mother snapped this photo for me.

This photo of riding a horse really makes me unforgettable! I wish I had more photos like this-because I don't have to write travel notes!

Last summer vacation, my parents and I went to the reception center of the 99 th Spring Tourism Conference in Inner Mongolia.

The grassland in Inner Mongolia is very large, and the yurts are next to them. At this time, there is a fence in front, and there are many horses in it. Dad asked me, "Are you going to ride a horse?" I was a little scared and said, "I won't do it." Suddenly I saw a five or six-year-old child riding a horse on the grassland. I thought to myself, "I am younger than me and have the courage to ride a horse." I am older than him. Don't they have courage? " Thinking of this, I said, "Well, I ride a horse."

Dad put me on horseback, and I sat on it, still a little timid, afraid that the horse would move and I would fall. The staff there told me: "Hold the horse's belly with your feet, hold the reins with both hands, look forward and don't bow your head." As soon as the horse started to walk, I did as my sister said, and gradually my nervous mood relaxed, so I was not afraid when I got used to riding. When I rode back leisurely, my mother said, "Yo, our little soldier is back!" " ! Come on, take a picture as a souvenir. "She took this photo with her camera.

Every time I encounter difficulties in my study, I will think of that photo, which tells me to face the difficulties bravely. This photo has become my favorite photo.

A photo of grade four composition 6 opens the album and a familiar photo comes into view. I remember it was taken last May Day Golden Week when my parents and I were drifting in Jiaxi River in Huangshan.

Look, how beautiful the scenery in the photo is! Surrounded by green hills on both sides of Jiaxi River, there are lush trees, lush grass on the ground and flowers everywhere. You see, my mother and I are laughing while wiping water on our faces, and my father is laughing, too.

That day, we sat on the raft in life jackets and paddled. I just sat on the raft, wobbling and very scared. I was afraid of falling into the river, so I had to hold the handles on both sides of the raft tightly with both hands. But when I saw my parents rowing happily, I couldn't help but feel eager to try. My hands were loose, so I felt nothing to be afraid of, so I rowed with my mother. My mother couldn't beat me, so she had to give me the racket. Paddling and paddling, I saw a stone with "eighteen bends" written on it. That's the most surprising and exciting place. My father and I quickly put down the paddle, held the handle tightly and let the raft slide down the current. We only heard "Wow ..." a few times, and we were washed downstream by the rushing water. At this time, my father suddenly stood up. Before my mother and I could react, a splash gave us an intimate "hug" and we came to our senses. It turned out that dad was playing a prank, and we laughed. At this time, only a click was heard, and this scene was recorded forever by the quick-eyed photographer.

Every time I see this photo, I always think of the drifting scene, which really makes me remember.

There are many photos at home, but every time I look at that one, I can't help but feel ups and downs.

In fact, that photo is also very common, which is a kindergarten in graduation photo. I believe everyone has it. You see how ignorant and carefree we were then. Every time we see it, we will think of the past days.

And you see, I'm about to graduate from primary school. This is another photo of graduation photo in my hand, and there are many landscapes of my childhood. In fact, the days in kindergarten are much better than those in primary school. There was no homework for a day, and three years passed in a blink of an eye. Yes, six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I have to say goodbye to primary school again. During these six years, I have grown a lot, and I have more worries and worries about points. There's always something I can't let go of. Not as free as kindergarten. I don't seem to care after graduation. I'm still looking forward to my primary school life.

Strange to say, it has been six years since kindergarten, and that photo has been in that corner for so many years, so it should have been dusty. But no, it seems no different from the new one. Reflecting a certain amount of light under the sunlight, it feels so smooth and flawless. I am still very clear in the photo, and the exposed tiger teeth are so immature that even my hat is a little crooked. There are so many kindergarten students in the photo that I can't name them, except some current contacts. The others don't seem very clear, but I can't let go after all.

You see, there are so many photos at home, but this one contains my memories, memories and worries.

A photo of composition 8 in grade four opened the textbook and an old photo came into view. This is1the real scene taken by the reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 937. Staring at this photo, I seem to see the scene at that time: because the Japanese invaders kept attacking Shanghai, a mother was holding her young child and preparing to escape from Shanghai by train like other civilians. But at this moment, Japanese planes came, and they dropped several bombs from the air, and the railway station became a mess in an instant. People shouted for their lives, and the mother ran desperately with her child in her arms. Just as they ran to the overpass, another bomb fell from the air, and with a bang, the bridge was blown away and it was about to press on their heads. The mother suddenly pushed the child to the side of the overpass, but she was buried under the rubble. The child sat on the ground, his clothes were tattered and his body was covered with bloody scars. He looked at the bodies on the ground, the collapsed houses and listened to people's shouts and groans. Ah, he was shocked by everything in front of him, and cried at the top of his voice, "Mom, Mom, I want Mom …" What will be the future fate of this child? Was he adopted by a kind-hearted person, or, like his mother, could not escape from the devil's clutches?

Thought of here, my heart was pricked, I clenched my fist and frowned. Why? Why did the Japanese invade China? We China people have always loved peace! I know, it's because China was so backward at that time that it would be beaten if it was backward! Therefore, children in our new era must study hard, serve the motherland when they grow up, and make our motherland more prosperous and strong! Step on robbers and make the world full of peace!

One day, I leafed through an old book and found a picture in it. A chubby little boy is eating ice cream and a bear. I asked my mother strangely who this person was.

Mother said, "you little fool, isn't this you when you were a child?" I was surprised that my mother looked at me and had to tell me bit by bit.

It was a sunny summer, and the sun shone all over the earth. I asked my mother to buy me ice cream. But my mother said, "Good baby, I'm so angry, don't buy it!" " ".Then I cried and shouted, and even rolled on the ground.

Mother really had no choice but to go to a small shop on one side to buy that huge ice cream. "It's just that when you see ice cream, it's like seeing money. You start to gobble it up and eat it up in a few seconds."

Later, I saw a teddy bear in the shop. My eyes sparkled and I stared at the bear.

Mom saw it and said, "Do you still want this teddy bear?" My mother doesn't want to do anything. I can only make a hullabaloo about and make noise. My mother was so angry that she had to say angrily, "You can only use money. You are such a naughty boy. "

Mom said, "I took it when you weren't looking."

Listening to my mother's story, I looked at the photos again, and I smiled happily. That day, that feeling, that scene, that joy … I think: it will stay in my memory forever!

A photo of a fourth-grade composition 10 Everyone has taken photos, and there is a touching story behind each photo. You also have the most unforgettable photos! The following photo is the most unforgettable one in my mind. Let's have a look!

My father is very busy at work. He goes out early and comes back late every day. Even if he comes back early one day, he will work at home until midnight, so he seldom takes time to take care of me, care about me, let alone play with me! Last year, he finally took the time to take us to Xiaogushan. I was ecstatic, so I took many beautiful photos there, but only this one can make me happy.

It's a family photo with the number of guests as the background. When I took the photo, I hugged my father tightly, as if I were afraid that my father would run away. The dense welcome tree seems to welcome us. That long branch is like a pair of big hands, gently holding our family. At this time, I think our family is like three pandas, living happily together; I feel very sorry for my father, who worked so hard to earn money. I am not only inconsiderate, but also very naughty. I really want to say, "Dad, I'm sorry!" "

I still remember the scene of this photo clearly. This is the only family photo. I cherish it very much. Although I still want to go, it's impossible. I am very satisfied! This is my most unforgettable photo. Do you like it?

A photo of a fourth-grade composition111937 On August 28th, when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station, a reporter took a real photo.

Broken overpass, twisted railway, broken house, brick fragments all over the floor ... and a little boy who is only two or three years old is crying in the ruins.

I think the little boy's family bought a train ticket home at the ticket office that day. In the crowded sea of people, people are vying for the nearest position to the train door. Suddenly, there was a "bang" in the sky, and people looked up in unison: Ah, the Japanese bombers are coming! The missile fell like a meteor. The little boy is playing by the small tree. Suddenly, a missile aimed at the young life. Regardless of his safety, his parents rushed to the child and pushed him away. The little boy rubbed his eyes and saw the last scene he wanted: his father and mother fell in a pool of blood. "rumbling"! With several loud noises, the railway station suddenly filled with smoke. ...

People die, die, get hurt. The little boy was at a loss, sat down on the ground, hugged his mother tightly and shouted loudly, but his mother could no longer answer.

No one will know the fate of this little boy: begging or stealing. ...

Thinking of this, I really hate those Japanese invaders, who have broken many happy families and turned many children who could have lived happily into orphans! Comparatively speaking, our life is much happier. Let the whole world take action to maintain peace and stop the war!

A photo of the fourth grade composition121937 August 28th, cloudy. At Shanghai South Railway Station, people fleeing refugees crowded around the station. Suddenly, there was a buzz in the sky. Slowly, the noise became louder and louder. I saw bullets raining down from the air.

Suddenly the pot in the station exploded. "Ah, the devil is coming, run!" People shouted and rushed outside. In an instant, with the rumble of clouds, many people fell in a pool of blood, broken overpasses, twisted railways, collapsed houses and debris everywhere. Originally bustling streets, suddenly turned into ruins, in this silent moment, yet crying broke the silence, "mom, where are you? Dad, I'm scared! " It was a little boy crying alone in the ruins. His tears dripped and wet his clothes. He kept calling his parents, and their clothes were covered with blood. He looked helplessly at the collapsed house.

Perhaps, a second ago, he was still playing with the toys made by grandma's novice and wearing the clothes knitted by his mother. Now, he doesn't know that he has lost his relatives, let alone that he will become an orphan. He was supposed to be happy at home and his parents took care of him, but now he has become an orphan. He survived, thanks to his father's hard push at the moment when the big stone fell, so that the boy survived. The boy grew up, probably a thief, robbing others. This is because no one taught him, perhaps as a soldier, to avenge his parents and the motherland. No one knows what he will be like when he grows up.

I can't help asking: Japanese devils, don't you have any family or parents? Let's act, let the war ring the death knell, and let the god of peace stay on earth forever.

A photo of a fourth-grade composition 13 obviously just learned to take pictures with a camera, and I can't wait to try it. No, he did his homework well on Sunday, and happily took the camera to find the target.

Obviously, this time is no joke. He wants to take a funny photo and show it off in front of his parents and classmates.

He wandered in the street and unconsciously came to the red door of his classmates.

He crept open the half-opened door of the red house, yo! Honghong is preparing to kill the chicken. I saw that she grabbed a big cock named "meowed" in a plastic bag and picked up its two golden feet, ready to start work! Just when the knife in Honghong's hand was about to touch the chicken's neck, the chicken shouted "Oh" and scared Honghong to give up. At this time, the rooster ran away from her hand, hid to one side and carefully combed the beautiful feathers that had just been messed up by Mingming, and occasionally raised its unyielding chicken head. Red and angry, picked up a kitchen knife and said loudly, "I still stink when I die!" " I must kill you today! "It's amazing that the rooster sees this posture! Run around the table at once. When Gong Hong saw this scene, he also ran around the dining table: once, twice, three times ... I don't know how many times he ran, but one chicken could not run. Gong Hong sat on the ground, staring helplessly at the rooster. The cock was out of breath, lying at the bottom of the dining table, and a pair of corns glared at Gong Hong ... One man and one chicken glared like this, and the scene was very funny.

From the side, I quickly pressed the shutter and "clicked" the flash, and all this was recorded.

When the students saw this photo, some of them were drooling with laughter, while others burst into laughter. ...

A photo of a fourth-grade composition 14 A photo of Zhang Zhengui. Open the photo album and you will see a photo of a little boy dressed in Tibetan clothes and a panther beside him, which I took in Jiuzhaigou.

In 20xx, I came to Jiuzhaigou with my mother, uncle and cousin, and we went to the countryside of Jiuzhaigou with the mountain and sea tour group. The tour guide invited a Tibetan girl to take us to their rural development zone. There are two small villages on the left and right sides of the development zone. There is a two-hectare meadow in the middle, and there is a wildlife park in it. We first visited wild animals, all of which were wild animals, including green turtles, white tigers and panthers ... those big black bears were really interesting. They each took ten circles, threw five on the distant stone pillar, threw the other five into the air, then stood upside down and smashed the circles with their feet. We came to the prairie again, and the Tibetan girl brought several sets of Tibetan clothes. I'm wearing the most beautiful one, which is quite suitable. My mother also praised me as a handsome Tibetan. I stood in front of a panther, and I was afraid that the panther would bite me. Unexpectedly, it is very gentle. I just heard a click and took a photo.

Every time I see this photo, I think of those enthusiastic Tibetans, cute little black panthers.

A fourth-grade composition photo 15 This is a real photo of the Japanese invaders bombing Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th. 1937. A little boy is in the middle of the railway. He was in rags and covered in blood. When he was quoted, he cried and looked at the ruins helplessly, as if looking for his relatives. ...

Looking at this photo, my thoughts are full, and my heart is full of hatred for the invaders. I can't help but see the tragic scene at that time.

At noon on August 28th, 1937, the passengers waited for the bus at Shanghai South Railway Station as usual. South Station Square is crowded with people, and vendors are constantly selling business. Suddenly, several Japanese bombers circled over the South Station, making threatening noises. At this time, people panicked, crying, yelling and shouting. People flocked to the exit. Because there were too many people, some fell down, some were injured, some could not find their relatives ... A young man was running with his child in his arms. Suddenly, the bomber vendor dropped a shell, and the flying shrapnel pierced the man's chest from behind. The man held the child tightly around him to protect him, but he fell in a pool of blood. ...

Then, Japanese bombers dropped several foam bombs. The bustling South Railway Station instantly turned into a smoke-filled and bloody ruin. This scene is simply terrible. Under the crumbling overpass, the little boy cried, "Dad, Dad ..."

The little boy may be adopted or go to an orphanage in the future. When he grows up, he may become the People's Liberation Army of China to defend our country.

Looking at this thought-provoking photo, I made up my mind to study hard and defend our motherland when I grow up, so as not to let the smoke of war and criminal bullets threaten our home.