Write a composition with old photos from home.

1. Write old photos of my family and write a composition.

Looking back suddenly, I unconsciously found myself left behind by time.

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When the stars keep flashing in the lonely night sky and the clouds are flowing lightly, time can't stop its pace, and the starry night will be replaced by the next day.

I took out my photo album again and some dust fell on it. Open, inadvertently saw this photo, full of thoughts.

My mother told me that the scene was like this: one morning, my sister and I were playing with toys on the sofa. Mother went to boil milk for us. After a while, my mother came out with a bowl. On the way, my sister suddenly let out a cry, and my unwitting mother got a fright. Then, as expected, the milk in the bowl shook badly and finally spilled a little on my mother's hand. I guess I was burned, shouting, and I didn't hold the bowl in my hand and fell to the ground. My sister couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene, and I was "poised". Mother deliberately saw her sister seem angry and began to blame her.

Growing up is like a photo album, and each photo records a story. Everyone is full of love and warmth. These old photos, these moments, will never fade.

Flowers bloom and fall for so many years. How time flies! The second hand keeps turning around a fulcrum.

Now it sounds really childish and ridiculous. When I was a child, I was always happy, happy and carefree, all the time.

I always wanted to get rid of time, and foolishly thought I could have the whole starry sky. Looking at the flowers in Leng Yan by the roadside, I suddenly heard the sound of flowers blooming. When I turned around, time stood behind me quietly, and in an instant, it smiled again.

Opening this photo album again brings back many memories, these old photos, these indelible memories.

2. 58 words of old photos at home have flown by. In a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves crying to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is growing up just a matter of time?

Open the dusty photo album and let my thoughts flow in it. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

I remember, it was the Spring Festival. Because of my father's work, we had to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even the Spring Festival is not happy. My grandparents know that this will be my last Spring Festival in my hometown. In order to liven up the family atmosphere, I encouraged my father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Peking Opera that he hadn't sung for many years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I raised our hands to the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.

It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, my affectionate eyes will always be my driving force.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown. Instructor: Li Hongbing.

Write the story of old photos at home in 500 words.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it only time that passes in the process of growing up?

Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.

I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.

Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.

It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

The story of old photos

When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of me. Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time.

I am about three years old in the photo. The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday". Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday!

As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me.

Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life. Years later, when you see this photo again, say no.

4. My old photo composition This is a photo I took with my parents in Zhongshan Park when I was 5 years old.

That summer, when we came here, I saw many beautiful flowers, tall and straight trees and lovely animals as soon as I entered the door. After listening to my parents' words, I was very happy at that time, so I jumped and cheered.

Soon we came to the zoo. I saw all kinds of birds, clever monkeys, clumsy grizzly bears and fierce and terrible big lions ... After visiting the zoo, when we came back, I saw many people around the flower beds. A little monkey is jumping around in the crowd in a beautiful flowered skirt. I also squeezed through to have a look. Ah, it turned out that the little monkey took a group photo with everyone. It's cute and obedient, and it does whatever its owner tells it to do.

I couldn't stand it when I looked at it, so I took this photo that I like with my lovely and clever little cute. For several years, I have been putting it in an album and taking it out when I have nothing to do. Every time I watch it, I will keep laughing at the little monkey and think this little guy is so cute. If I go to Zhongshan Park again, if I can meet this lovely monkey again, I will take a beautiful picture with it.

Yes, the monkey is cute, but when I saw the owner of the monkey, he tied the monkey with an iron chain and beat it with an iron bar when the monkey was disobedient, I was very sad. Students, animals are our good friends. Only by treating them well and protecting them can we live in harmony with animals and build our harmonious home.

5. The story of old photos at home is 500 words urgent. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. In the process of growing up, is it just the passage of time? Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents.

When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks.

Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years. I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.

My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem. Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly.

At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment. Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.

From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope. It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown. Stories of Old Photos When I opened many photo albums at home, unforgettable scenes appeared in front of my eyes.

Suddenly my eyes lit up, and an old photo led my thoughts to that happy time. I am about three years old in the photo.

The chubby body is covered with a red Chinese-style chest covering, the small hands and face are covered with delicious and glistening cream, and a pair of horns are nifty tied on the head, and the eyes emit cheerful light. There is a big cake on the table in front of me, on which are written six big characters "Happy Sweet Birthday".

Ha, I'm celebrating my birthday! As for why you are covered in cream, listen to me carefully: my mother was going to buy me a cupcake that day, but I didn't make it. When I was embarrassed, my uncle gave me a big cake that I like! I looked around excitedly, looking around, trying to pick it up. Just when I wanted to kiss it, my father took advantage of me and suddenly pushed my head into the cream of the big cake. My mother immediately took this close-up of me. Although an old photo is worthless, it keeps an unforgettable scene in your life.

Years later, when you see this photo again, say no.

6. An old photo of my family was composed. I accidentally opened the photo album at the bottom of the closet and looked at it for a long time. A photo came into view. When a page was opened, an old photo fell down. ...

I picked it up gently, blew off the dust and found it was an old photo with many memories. Because of the trip in the photo, I learned the courage and the spirit that a man should have!

It started with an iron cable bridge. At that time, my father and I went on a trip, which was postponed because of the weather. After getting off the bus, I saw an iron cable bridge about 200 meters long. We have just learned the text "Flying over Luding Bridge". The cable bridge in front of us is a little better than the iron cable bridge in this paper. It is covered with wooden boards with a spacing of about five centimeters. Dad said we should cross the bridge. I panicked: "Dad, I'm scared! What if I fall? " "It doesn't matter, my son is a man and the bravest." Dad said with a smile.

Encouraged by my father, I stepped on the board with trembling hands. I don't know. As soon as I stepped on it, the board shook. I was scared and panicked. The board wet by the rain slipped from my feet and fell to the ground on all fours. Dad looked at me trembling and dared me: "whoever doesn't go by himself is a little mouse!" " "I am so competitive that I fell into the trap of my father and shouted,' Throwing caution to the wind, who is afraid of who! ""So clap * * hit the road again. One step, two steps, three steps … I move forward slowly like a snail. "Dad, the bridge is moving! I am afraid! " I stood there clutching the chains on both sides, afraid to move. "The bridge is broken? Run, run! " Dad's voice came from behind. I listened, my heart racing, afraid to look back at my father. Just then, with a whoosh, a little boy about my age ran past me. I was surprised and admired that he walked so lightly and steadily. He can go, but I can't, okay? An inexplicable force rises from my heart, and I want to be fearless and go forward like him! So I rushed to chase him. Strange to say, at this time, the bridge stopped shaking and the boards at the foot stopped slipping. Walking on the ground in peacetime makes no difference.

On the other side, after a while, father arrived. Far away, he gave me a thumbs-up and took a photo with me, saying that he would commemorate the birth of a brave little boy. After taking the photo, he proudly said that he shook the chain behind him, put me in danger and ran away. This was a great move. What he didn't know was that it was not his "tactics" that worked, but a brave little boy who gave me courage and made me feel the happiness and pride of being a man.

Although it has been a long time, when I look through the old photos, the scene in my mind is still so clear. Every old photo at home is a memory, and I will cherish it!

7. Composition: Old photos of my family My family has an old photo album, and I have never seen anyone in the photo. When I was a child, I liked to watch it with my grandfather. Look and ask who this is and who that is.

When I grow up, I still often look through that photo album. Speaking of it, most of the characters in the photos are no longer alive, even the 70-year-old people, and the original children have grown into the pillars of the family. Look at the shooting time. That was in the early 1990s. God, I haven't been born yet. The deceased can't ask about the stories and characters in the photos, and the children can't remember them clearly. They can only ask their grandfather who is over 70 years old.

Look, this is a family photo, with four generations living under one roof. Sitting in the middle row is my father's grandfather, that is, my grandfather's father. I should call him grandpa. My grandfather and his two brothers are by his side. Standing in the back row are my father, uncle, uncle and three aunts. At that time, they were really young. They are all young people in their prime. Although their clothes are old, they are full of energy and high fighting spirit. Look at the "dwarf" in the front row. They are two or three years old at most. Some are gnawing their fingers, and some are kneeling on the knees of adults. They looked up at the front curiously. They just learned to walk. Who are they? I didn't know they were my brothers and sisters until I asked grandpa. I was just about to ask.-Why didn't I think of that? I can't help being happy when I think about it carefully. I haven't been born yet.

Now, Grandpa Zu has been dead for more than ten years. He died before I could remember his face, even before he hugged me enough. Grandpa said, "You were born in February, and your grandparents hugged you, and you were very happy, but it didn't take long ..." Grandpa couldn't help but burst into tears and choked up, and I couldn't bear to ask any more questions. And my father's father, my grandfather's generation, is white-haired and exhausted, and is enjoying a happy life in his later years. Mom and dad work hard and pay for us children. People are still in their prime, but they are exhausted by illness. My brothers and sisters have been admitted to college, and they will join the work in a few years. As for me, I am trying to learn scientific and cultural knowledge to lay the foundation for my bright future.

From the old photos of my family, I found traces of life and understood the preciousness of time. Yes, time has changed us and everything. God can take anyone at any time. We should cherish every day and cherish everyone around us.

I like old photos of my family!

8. The story composition of the old photo The mottled shadow of the story of the old photo fell silently, and the wind blew gently, filtering out the flaws in my heart.

The swing swings slightly, the dust becomes lovely, dancing in the sun, leaving a shadow under the dense shade, sitting under the tree, letting time slip away from your fingertips like milk tea, unconsciously, just like this, waiting for the moon to sprinkle light on you ... Time always waits for no one, leaving a deep or shallow trace, maybe a diary and a photo will make your thoughts fly far away. Childhood is always the deepest and most touching memory. Picking up the old photos of childhood, the recalled kite began to set sail ... "Who is that crying child?" It really doesn't hurt to cry in front of so many people. "

I'm showing my mother a slightly yellow photo without glue. Mom saw it, burst into laughter and said, "Isn't that you? You are as timid as a mouse!" " "I looked at my mother in surprise and said," How is that possible? Nothing like it. "

"It's you!" "No ... yes." My mother looked at me in a panic and was afraid of exposure. She whispered to me, "All right, I'll tell you, and then I'll keep your secret!" " I nodded happily. "When you were a child, you were very timid.

Going out to play with important people and meeting strangers dare not speak ... "I'm impatient." Say the text, stop criticizing me. ""good.

I'll take you to the playground when your cousin comes in summer. You look around, but you can't find anything to play with.

Finally, you saw the safe steam charging game, dancing with joy and scrambling to play. After I bought you a ticket, I picked you up, but it was not what you wanted. You jumped up and down, but instead of standing still, you sat on the mat. I wanted to laugh at you, but you cried at once. I hurried to your side and asked what you were doing.

But you kept crying and saying,' I'm afraid, I won't play!' I comforted you and let you continue to play. It is impossible to buy a ticket without playing. But you just won't. If you cry any louder, the playground will be flooded! Your cousin had a brainwave and quickly took it with a camera. I have no choice but to hold you down.

Then this old crying photo was born. "After listening to my mother's dictation, I immediately blushed and really wanted to throw away this old photo. I can't wait to find a hole to get into.

! I was about to throw away the photo secretly, but in a flash, I realized that although this old photo recorded my humiliation as a child, it was also a trace left by me during my growth. I held the photo carefully and looked at me when I was a child. I seem to be crying in the photo, but I smile as brightly as the sun.

9. Old photo composition We will write a composition in the fourth grade. What is the picture? This is a photo of 1937.

The rumble of artillery shattered their dreams. The railway station, which was originally crowded with people and lively, instantly turned into ruins.

A little boy sat there crying loudly. He looked up at the sky. This is a child of two or three years old who can't speak yet, but he seems to want to say something and seems to say in a low voice:' Peace! "Peace!" Where is this little boy going? If he is lucky, he will be adopted by reporters. If he is unlucky, maybe he has been killed by the evil cannon. Where are the children's parents Perhaps, at that moment, people were fleeing. In order to protect their children's safety, parents put their children on a safe tile, just above it.

The rumbling cannon exploded. Maybe, his parents are dead.

What will become of that child? He will hate war completely. Because of the war, he lost his parents, brothers and sisters and even his precious life.

Perhaps, many of us will think war is fun, but it is not. War has killed countless children and made many beautiful things dangerous ... Children all over the world should take action to get rid of that hateful war and regain a peaceful and peaceful world.