Dry one of my photos and write a composition.

In daily study, work and life, many people sometimes write compositions, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is a photo composition (selected 15) that I carefully arranged, hoping to help everyone.

When I was graduating from primary school, my mother took me to the photo studio to take a photo, but I thought the photo was too naive. I made a flower by hand in front of my neck, with a smile on my face and wide eyes, looking to the left. I didn't like this photo very much, so I posted it on my primary school diploma and let it go.

After the junior high school started, the class teacher asked each of us to customize the school emblem and post a photo. He also said, "With the school badge, others will know which school you are a student of ..." "Oh, I hate taking pictures. I don't know if there are any suitable photos. " I'm already a little scared.

When I got home, I looked around the house and found this ugly photo. "Well, that's a little naive." I searched again and again, and in the absence of other photos, I had to hand in this photo.

After a while, the school badge of our freshman was issued. I took a look at the "I" on the school badge, especially after I reduced it. God, I almost fainted. A boy next to me saw my school badge and grabbed it and took a closer look. Then he said loudly, "Cui Can, you look beautiful on your school badge! ! ! "Everyone was immediately attracted. Take a look. He took a look and commented: "Oh, I didn't expect Cui Can to be so' beautiful'!" "Exactly, look at my photo, how ugly it is!" ..... Finally, when school was over, I broke through with my school badge and fled home.

The next morning, after the first class, I went to other classes to chat with my former classmates. They just saw the photos on the school badge and sighed, "Lao Cui, you are going to lose your hair, too." However, you look much better in the photo than yourself. "Alas, my photos, why will cause such a big discussion? I really want to find a teacher to change the photos on the school badge. In this way, my ears will be much quieter.

In my thick photo album, there is one of my favorite photos. Look at the young people on the left side of the stone tablet, wearing raincoats, crutches and glasses. That's my father. The child wearing a raincoat and a rain hat on the right side of the stone tablet is me. Look at the stone tablet at the back, which clearly says: "Guangming Ding, elevation 1860 meters".

Every time I see this photo, I think of climbing the Guangming top of Huangshan Mountain, as if it happened yesterday.

It was a summer day in 1999, and my father took me and my colleagues to climb Huangshan Mountain. It's not as difficult to climb the Guangming Peak as Tiandu Peak, but I was only four years old that year. It's raining and the road is slippery. Just climbed a few meters and slipped. I got up and continued to climb. Now that I think about it, climbing the Guangming top is as difficult as climbing Tiandu Peak in the book.

We walked for a long time before we climbed halfway up the mountain. At this time, my legs seem to be filled with lead and I can't walk at all. Seeing that the people in front are still climbing so hard, I really want to overtake them at once and stride towards the top of the mountain. I said, "Dad, I really can't walk. Will you carry me? " Without saying a word, my father struggled to climb step by step behind my back. It doesn't matter if I don't have a back. I don't want to come down when I have a back. Feeling that my father's back was so comfortable, I turned to a warm bed. No matter how tired my father is, he won't let me go for a walk. I was carried to the top of the mountain in one breath.

When I reached the top of the mountain, it rained even harder. I stepped down from my father's back and saw him leaning on crutches, panting. I don't know if it was sweat or rain running down his cheeks. At the moment, I feel that my father is so tired, I am so cold, and I am shivering. Dad hugged me tightly with his warm body and bought me a warm coat. I put on a warm coat and feel much warmer. Dad took me to the stone tablet on Guangmingding and took this photo.

When I think of the scene at that time, I still feel that my legs are still so tired and my father's back is still so warm.

Take out the photos, beautiful shots will appear in front of us, and we will recall a series of interesting stories! One of my favorite photos is that when I was 9 years old, I learned to rub jiaozi with my mother, and my father held it.

On the Lantern Festival, as soon as I got home, my mother happily said to me, "Today is the Lantern Festival. You learned to pack jiaozi during the Spring Festival. Do you want to learn to rub jiaozi today? " Mom's voice did not fall, I can't wait to shout: "think, think, mom, teach me quickly!" " ""good! Very good! "

Mother first soaked the glutinous rice flour in a small amount of water for a while and stirred it by hand to make the glutinous rice dough softer. At this time, dad also mixed our favorite bean paste. My mother began to teach me to rub jiaozi.

According to my mother's appearance, I took a small dough, put it in my hand and gently rubbed it. In a short time, a white dough the size of a quail egg was kneaded into a ball. Then, I pinched the dough with four fingers of my left hand, and then put my thumb into the dough, so that the dough kept spinning between my fingers, but it couldn't turn well. I accidentally poked a hole in the dough with my finger, and my parents laughed. I don't want to. In order to learn a lesson, I carefully observed how my mother wrapped the dough, and then started again. Slowly, the dough obeyed and became a small nest like a small wine glass. Then I put the stuffing into the nest, gently hold the edge of the nest with my right thumb and forefinger, and slowly turn the dough with my left finger until the nest is sealed and knead it in my hand until the dough becomes round. I was so happy that a jiaozi was successfully wrapped, and my parents immediately took this unforgettable moment with their cameras. ...

On this day, eating glutinous rice balls rubbed by my mother and me is really sweet in my mouth and happy in my heart. Although it has been a long time now, as long as I see the photos, that kind of sweetness and happiness will spread in my heart.

If you say photos, I really have a photo with my good memories! There are a group of children having a snowball fight in the photo.

It was last winter, I was doing my homework at home, and I heard several cheers from the window: "It's snowing, it's snowing!" " "I looked at it on the window, ah! Really, it snowed heavily in the sky. Before long, there was a thick layer on the ground, which was the biggest snow since I was born!

It's time. I dragged my parents down to play with the children. We are going to have a snowball fight! We are divided into two groups, each group has a division of labor, and some people make a big "snow mountain" as a shield to avoid being hit; The other part is "bullets", and everyone's little hands are red with cold. The war has started, and everyone is trying to crush it. Our team cooperates best, smashing in front and handing "bullets" behind, making the enemy of the other side scream like a bird. At this time, my father took a wonderful moment for us with his camera.

This photo left me a good memory, so I kept it all the time. Every time I see this photo, I can't help laughing.

Every time I see this photo, I think of those lovely parrots. In the photo, a little girl is very busy, that is me, and there are two parrots flying beside her.

I bought these two parrots when I was in the third grade. Once my family went to the flower market, I saw this pair of parrots and asked my mother to buy them. One of the parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue feathers on her face. He is a male parrot. I call him Ying Ge. One has a pink nose, blue feathers and a female parrot. I call it Yanwu. I have established a good relationship with two parrots and I like them very much. They are very active. Singing songs that are better than orioles every day, Yan dances up and down deftly in the cage. Once I put my hand into the birdcage and wanted the parrot to stand in my hand.

I went to Yanwu first. As soon as my hand touched its foot, it quickly bit me with its sharp and hard mouth, making me shout, "Ah!" " Then it quickly climbed onto the small swing in the cage. I thought to myself: this rotten swallow dance, I will punish you if I feed it! When I feed them food, I only feed Ying Ge, not Yanwu, and hold it in my hand when I feed Ying Ge. I thought to myself: haha! This is what happens when you bite me! But when I wasn't paying attention, Yan Wu deftly flew out of the cage from my hand. I was surprised, so I quickly put down my food and went to catch the swallow dance. On the other hand, Ying Ge saw her companion go out. Just as the door of the cage was open, she also flew out of the cage. "ah! Don't run back! " I'm so anxious, I want to catch this and that, and I don't know what to do. At this time, my mother just came out with a camera, and "click" took this ridiculous scene.

Later, the two parrots were given away. Every time I see this photo, I can't help laughing. At the same time, I miss my two parrots and wish them more lively and healthy.

Open my photo album and a special photo comes into view. A "bastard" is covered in mud, holding a mud lump in his hand and his mouth slightly open, as if cursing something. Who is that "son of a bitch"? What is he doing? Don't worry, listen to me slowly.

It was a morning in the summer vacation of grade four. In the hot sun, I sat in the field playing with mud. I picked up a piece of mud from the water, squeezed it out little by little, and finally kneaded it into soft, and a piece of mud was finished. My brother saw me playing with mud and followed me. Rows of mud piles are neatly arranged, like soldiers ready to go, and like clusters of stars, shining at night, more like ...

"Kun Kun, look at me!" My brother shouted behind me, I'll turn around. I didn't know that a lump of mud flew at me like an eye and beat me up. My brother gloated on the sidelines. My ears are red with anger. I grabbed a lump of mud and threw it at my brother, hitting him right in the face. Thus, a "mud war" began. Mud flew between me and my brother. My brother played several times in a row, but my record was good. My brother was sometimes beaten by me without any strength to fight back.

The sun shines on the water, making it shine. Mom picked up the camera and recorded it, and then the opening scene came.

Recalling these, I always laugh. Childhood, how interesting.

Take a picture of me. Composition 7 Time flies, time flies. A few years later, I have changed from an ignorant and naughty child to a big girl who is about to enter middle school.

Memories are like shells on the beach, which are washed away by the sea every day and leave me little by little. But among these shells, there is the most beautiful and shiny shell, which is tightly wrapped in sand, as if it would never be washed away by the sea.

Inadvertently, I opened a dusty photo album and found the most beautiful and brightest "shell". This is a memory that I will never forget. It's a photo of my first trip to the countryside during my summer vacation as a child. When I turned to this photo, there was a smile on my lips. It's my family watching me and my sister catch fireflies outside the window.

I remember it was my last night in the country. As my study becomes more and more important, my sister will be promoted at the beginning. My father wants to send my sister and me to a better school in other places, so that my mother can stay at home and take care of my grandparents. But I don't want to be apart from them at all, because I don't know when I will meet them next time. But my sister and I both know that they are doing this for our own good and hope that we will have a promising future.

In the evening, my grandmother cooked a table of her favorite dishes, my father and grandfather sang old songs from childhood, and my sister and I wolfed down delicious food and were very happy.

After dinner, my sister and I went to the small vegetable garden outside the canteen to catch fireflies. Like a monkey, jumping left and running right, only fireflies are in his eyes. My family looked at us with affectionate eyes, and my mother took a happy moment.

Love is like a winding river, which contains deep affection.

This photo of my childhood reminds me of those good times. It gave me hope and motivation, and I will never forget it!

Take a photo for me and write a composition. We are all twelve or thirteen years old. Over the years, we have certainly taken more than a handful of photos. There should be an interesting, sad, touching or warm story behind every photo.

If we open the floodgate of memory and think of these photos, countless stories will appear in our minds. In my photo album, there is a photo that I will never forget. Next, I will tell you a short story behind it.

When I first arrived in America, my cousin suggested playing trampoline. I haven't danced for a long time, so I readily agreed. Hardly had we arrived at the trampoline when our cousins found out that they were coming to jump. So I, my cousin, my cousin, my cousin and my brother climbed onto the trampoline together. We started dancing. At this time, grandpa found us, and he hurried in, leaving us two monks scratching our heads. Let's keep dancing. At first, I felt that almost no one else had tried except me and my brother. Later, I found them winking at each other, and then I only heard my cousin shout "one, two, three!" Push hard! " Maybe it's because my brother and I haven't jumped on the trampoline for too long; Maybe my brother? Because of my depravity; Maybe it's because my cousin, cousin, cousin is really strong ... it's impossible to know.

In short, as soon as my cousin's voice fell, my brother and I fell down "coincidentally". Fortunately, we just fell on the edge of the trampoline and didn't fall to the ground. Then, however, there was a sudden flash of white light, and we all looked at the place where the white light flashed-I saw grandpa holding a digital camera and just pressing the shutter. At this moment, it suddenly dawned on us: Grandpa just sneaked in to get the camera, and the result just happened to catch up with the way we fell, which stopped my movements forever.

Now that I'm grown up, I'm no longer the naughty and crying child when I was a child. When I opened the dusty old photo album, I saw the photo of my childhood at a glance, in which I was washing clothes with my grandmother on her shoulder.

I was walking on the wet road with two dollars in my hand. Suddenly, I tripped over a small stone, and a dog immediately chewed up the mud. There is a lot of mud on my clothes. I ran home at once. Grandma saw the mud on my body and pointed to my forehead: "You naughty boy, it's really worrying." Grandma changed a clean suit for me, made a basin of clean water, put the clothes in, and the water turned black in an instant. Grandma pointed to the clothes in the basin: "As long as you wash the clothes in the basin, I will cook your favorite braised pork for you at noon."

As soon as I heard the braised pork, my saliva immediately flowed out, and the delicious braised pork appeared in front of me. After wiping the saliva, I immediately started washing clothes. I saw a bottle of transparent liquid on the ground and picked it up: "Grandma, what is this?" Grandma smiled and said, "this is called laundry detergent, which can wash clothes very clean." After that, grandma went to the kitchen.

I saw the clothes in the basin were so dirty that I added a lot of laundry detergent, hoping to wash all the mud off. I rubbed the mud and found it was still a little dirty. I closed my eyes and rubbed it with all my strength. I opened my eyes and found naughty bubbles everywhere. The more I rub it, the more bubbles there are. Finally, I use my forefinger and thumb to form a small circle and blow bubbles.

Grandma came out of the kitchen and saw me in a mess. She burst out laughing and had to do the laundry herself. When grandma sat on the stool and started washing clothes, my father photographed my embarrassment with the camera. As soon as I saw that something was wrong, I immediately held my grandmother's shoulder and gestured with scissors to save my embarrassment.

It is true that time is like a song, everything has changed, but the true feelings and joy buried in childhood still exist.

I finished my homework yesterday and opened the photo album at will. Suddenly, a picture of a child sitting on a cane chair caught my attention, and I couldn't help looking at it carefully.

The photo shows a chubby little cute, dressed in white, sitting on a bamboo chair, with his mouth open, drooling, waving his arms as if he wanted something, and his bright eyes shining straight. Isn't that me? It's full of my greed and my naughty.

According to my mother, this photo was taken when I was five months old. An aunt came to our house and brought a big watermelon. Mother cut the watermelon and ate it with her aunt. At that time, I thought: that thing is bright red and moist, so it should be delicious! So I waved my little hand and shouted for a taste. Just when my father came back from the outside to see this wonderful and ridiculous scene, he quickly picked up the camera and photographed this naughty me, thus leaving this beautiful photo.

Seven years passed unconsciously, and I grew up unconsciously. Although I am still so greedy and naughty, I am as naive and handsome as when I was a child.

Expose a photo of me +0 1 Open the photo album, the photo is printed in my eyes, from small to large, laughing or crying, and bits and pieces about the beauty and growth of tourism emerge in my mind. Memories unfold and years lengthen. Suddenly I turned to an album called "Clear Stream on the Cliff" and wanted to bask in it!

This photo is not very beautiful, not very fresh, and has no extraordinary significance. Very simple, it is a cup of tea and a dish of melon seeds on a table of the Eight Immortals. The teacup is glass, and the tea leaves sink at the bottom of the cup, and a few pieces float on it at will. This cup of tea is green, that kind of transparent light green, melon seeds are ordinary melon seeds, lying quietly in a hill there.

It coincides with the Chinese New Year, visiting relatives and friends in my hometown and going door to door is nothing more than tea, roasted seeds and nuts, candy and fruit. I thought it was delicious at first, but I got tired of eating too much. No, my mother's friends were chatting happily outside the door, and the host brought me a cup of tea and a dish of melon seeds. Unfortunately, I don't like tea. I think tea is bitter. I sat bored, not knowing what to do. I took the cup of tea, which was warm and comfortable.

A few wisps of white smoke are wrapped around the tea surface. I don't know when it began to rain outside, and it is even colder in the cold winter. The red couplets outside the door and the laughter of a group of people outside the door made me feel the flavor of the year, and chickens and birds sang from time to time, which seemed quite artistic. I took a sip of tea and the bitter taste of tea spread in my mouth. I ate some melon seeds and continued to drink tea, but. Finally, I cleaned the tea and melon seeds on the table. I was in a trance, as if immersed in a dream. Mom saw it and called me rude and ignorant. The owner of the house gave me the perfect match between tea and melon seeds, and I took a photo. Share it with you here!

Tea and melon seeds together, first bitter and then sweet, have an unspeakable taste. In short, I fell in love with tea, and the taste of melon seeds was integrated into the fragrance of tea, which brought out the best in each other. Life is bitter and sweet, bitter and sweet, and there are other flavors. There are many kinds of life, it's really delicious!

Take a photo of me. Composition 12 When I was tidying up my room, I suddenly found a photo of my first birthday, which was full of our laughter and everyone's joy.

Look! There is a little girl with short hair in the photo, celebrating her birthday! She sat in Zhang Beibei's chair and stared at a piece of white chocolate cake in front of her! She still has some white cream on her mouth, like a Santa Claus, so cute!

Listen to my mother, that day, my family went to a restaurant to celebrate my first birthday. I am so excited! Tell mom to open the cake box quickly and let me see the big cake. Mom opened the box, which was the first time I saw the cake. So I opened my eyes wide, and my brother saw me like that and deliberately put his hand in front of my eyes. I quickly pushed my brother's hand away with my little fleshy hand. My mother saw that I was so funny, so she clicked and left me this happy moment.

Ah! This is just one of my favorite photos. Every photo is a bunch of flowers from my childhood. Ah! My fond memories will remain in my mind forever! Although I have grown up, I still like this most interesting photo.

Take a photo of me 13 The wind is blowing in my ear, the clouds are floating leisurely overhead, and the whole world seems to be at my feet. I climbed the Great Wall!

That day seems to be the greatest day I feel. I am sitting on the bus with my mother and grandparents. Soon we will climb the Great Wall. We are also very excited.

There are many people going to the Great Wall, which inevitably makes people worry that they will not be able to walk after going to the Great Wall. Queue on the Great Wall, as expected. I looked at the highest point of the Great Wall and couldn't help but swallow my breath.

After stepping on the first step, I suddenly found that the height of each step is different, and even there are no steps in some places, only a slope. Step by step, you will be much more tired than usual. At a certain height, the legs are like lead, and it is very difficult to step on them. I quickly leaned against an armrest and turned my head to look at the grass and the ancient giant trees, tenacious for thousands of years? Standing on this land, my heart suddenly warmed up, and I tried my best to move forward.

But walking and rushing to the first place. I walked to a knee-high step. I was out of breath and was at a loss when I faced the steps. At this time, my head is a little groggy, and I feel very uncomfortable. I don't know how to lift my feet! I pinched myself with my hand. At this time, I frowned, and I couldn't even feel the pain of pinching. It's like wandering around in my head, not knowing what I'm doing. Suddenly, suddenly, I woke up and walked up the steps like a dream. I realized that I was actually on the Great Wall. Soon, an exciting force filled my whole body. I am not empty. I walked up step by step. I'm still very tired and my head still hurts. When I completely ignored it, I ran to the top At the moment when I was excited about success, my mother pressed the button and took this photo.

I stood at the top of the mountain, smelling the wind and looking at the clouds, as if everything was smaller than me. I look at this photo and think it's sweaty!

The girl in the photo has big eyes, light eyebrows, moderate ears and a lovely hat on her head. Hehe, who is this? According to my father, this was taken when I was just two years old.

That day, my parents and I came to the photo studio. My uncle and aunt were very enthusiastic about us, leaving a beautiful background, so I sat down on a colorful plastic chair. I was very happy at once. I make signal with the lips and make another face. It is not enough to look east and west. When I started taking pictures, my aunt waved this bunch of flowers in front of me, but I didn't cooperate with the photographer and kept staring at every word. Dad said, "Come on, baby, look here." Dad's mouth is thirsty. I don't seem to hear it either, just watch what I like. When the photographer saw me acting recklessly without the rule of law, I didn't know where I got a bell. "Tintin … Tintin" kept ringing. I think; Where did such a beautiful voice come from? I looked over and saw the photographer holding a bell in his left hand, which made me laugh! I stood up, my eyes wide open, sitting in a chair dancing and giggling. I saw the photographer click with his right hand without my consent, and I appeared in this photo.

I looked at the little girl in the photo and couldn't help saying, "Little darling, so cute and naughty!" " "

Every time I see a photo, I think of a part of my childhood, but my favorite is the one I took in Changzhou Spring and Autumn Paradise, which is the most meaningful photo.

At noon, my uncle said he would take us to the zoo in Changzhou. My brother and sister are very happy!

My uncle drove the car and showed us the wide road. The bus rang, and ten minutes later, we finally arrived at Changzhou Zoo. Unfortunately, unfortunately, the tickets are gone.

I didn't want to go home empty-handed, so I said to my uncle, "Uncle, I want to go to the Spring and Autumn Paradise next to me." My uncle agreed, so we changed our goal and went to Spring and Autumn Paradise.

As soon as I entered the Spring and Autumn Paradise, I saw three very big stones in a big circle, and there was a small waterfall next to them. We took a lot of photos in these two places, but what I care most about is taking photos later, but I want to introduce them to you slowly.

We walked on and saw two scenic spots. Just like before, one was carved out of stone by many ancient people. Some of them are reading, some are doing nothing, and some others are still doing nothing. ...

We went to a place where there were only three stones. I jumped on a rock and asked my uncle to take my picture. This is my most meaningful photo! And the most masculine one!