A 200-word essay on a photo

A photo essay of 200 words

Chapter 1: My first photo

Li Yule

My first photo My mother took the photo for me. I was still very young at that time. My mother said that I weighed eight pounds when I was born. I was really a fat baby!

In the photo, I am sitting on my grandma’s lap, with a bath towel on my head and a pair of shorts on my body. It’s so funny, and the little flesh on my belly looks like hula hoops. At that time, my grandma was still very young. As I grew older, my grandma also got older and her white hair grew more and more.

Because I talked back to my grandma yesterday about some trivial matters, my grandma cried sadly. When my mother found out about it, she severely criticized me. I knew I was wrong. My grandma worked hard to bring me up. And it’s really inappropriate for me to make grandma angry like this.

Honoring parents and respecting the elderly is what we should do.

Part 2: A photo I like

I have seen many beautiful photography works, and I also like to take photos of flowers, plants, landscapes and small animals. However, what I like the most is this photo of a kitten, which is just an ordinary photo in the eyes of many people. I don’t know how many people’s eyes it can attract among the many photos of kittens, but I don’t know. I am strongly attracted by it and fall in love with it deeply. Whenever I see those eager and persistent eyes, I am always shocked and a little moved.

There is another reason why I like this photo, that is, it is also my brother’s favorite work, and it was post-produced by my brother himself and used as his avatar online, haha. Seeing it is like seeing a younger brother, it feels so cute and kind.

Chapter 3: A photo

Opening a beautiful photo album, a photo caught my eye. It was a photo of my brother and I riding a Ferris wheel. Look. Looking at that photo, I recalled that experience.

It was a hot afternoon. My brother and I pestered my mother to take us to the park. When we arrived at the park, my brother and I said in unison: "We want to play the Ferris wheel!" Mom said cheerfully: " Okay. "

My brother and I ran under the Ferris wheel, wow! The Ferris wheel is so high! There are dozens of floors!

We suddenly heard our mother say: "The tickets are bought." My brother and I sat together. The Ferris wheel rises slowly, giving you a panoramic view of the entire park. The people on the ground were like ants. I was terrified. My mother said, "Here, let me take a picture for you." My brother and I set up the POOS, and the door clicked, and the Ferris wheel stopped. This photo has become a wonderful memory for me.

Chapter 4: A Photo

Today the teacher asked us to look at a picture. It is an imaginative essay, and the title of the essay is "A Photo".

The content is: This photo is the real scene taken by reporters when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station on August 28, 1937.

Perhaps this happy family had just been shopping for their precious son in the supermarket. As soon as they got home, before they could sit down, they heard the sound of the Japanese invaders' bombing planes. At this moment, a bomb They were suddenly dropped from the plane. At this moment, their house was blown up by this sudden bomb. The child's parents were blown away. Their child was lucky not to be blown up. He himself was sitting in it. Crying in an open space, as if to say: "Mom, dad, where are you? Come and save my mom and dad..." Oh, this poor child.

Finally, I say: "Stop the war and maintain peace."

Chapter 5: A photo I like

There is a photo of mine in the album Alone, that's my favorite photo.

In the photo, I am wearing a red T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, sitting cross-legged in a corner of the temple with my lips pouted.

This was taken last summer when my father and I traveled to Yaoshan Mountain. The most famous thing in Yaoshan is the Golden Buddha. After watching the Buddha, my father and I went to the temple behind the Buddha. There are ever-changing Buddha statues in the temple: the Maitreya Buddha with his big, round belly exposed and his mouth open laughing; the long-browed Arhat with long eyebrows hanging down to his chest, etc., each of which is beautifully carved. It was so lifelike that my father and I were delighted to see it. When I was finally leaving, my father asked me to take a photo in a corner of the temple, which was this cross-legged photo.

Every time I see this photo, it reminds me of the joy I felt when I saw the Buddha statue and the beautiful scenery of Mount Yao.