Take a meaningful photo and write a composition.

1. "A meaningful photo" composition 350 words Every time I open the photo album in the third grade, the first thing I see is the photo of my parents and I going to Guanshan Ranch this summer vacation, which left me with many good memories! That day, it was very hot. When we drove to the top of the mountain, a cold air came head-on, completely different worlds. The red skirt I am wearing at this time is so thin that my mother quickly put on the thick clothes she brought me. It seems that my mother came prepared! How nice of mom! I can't wait to run to the green grass. It is so beautiful here. Cattle and sheep play in groups, and horses run on the grass. It's like a mirror on the earth.

I called my father to take me riding. At the racecourse, I chose a white horse. Uncle Machang helped me get on the horse and photographed it. The horse began to run gently. At that time, I was so scared that I quickly grabbed the hemp rope and followed the rhythm of the horse slowly. How beautiful! When I took a photo with Niu Er, I was very timid, afraid that the mother of Niu would protect the calf and chase me. I walked behind Niu Er * * and made a lovely gesture, asking my mother to take a picture of me. My mother said I would stand in front of Niuer, which would be more beautiful. Before I could move, the old cow gave a howl, which scared me out of my wits. This was snapped by my mother, which made today very special. It looks really funny, especially funny! The photos left me many vivid and beautiful memories! Where's your picture? Take it out and share it with you

2. A meaningful photo and composition of 300 words. It's a very old photo, which makes people's eyes a little blurred. However, it is really beautiful, the beauty of enjoyment and yearning. I don't know who the photo came from, but I know that many people hide this photo and beautiful fragments in this memory.

The picture in the photo is gloomy, perhaps because it is very old, perhaps because it has been forgotten. The background is night, it is a foggy night, even the air is filled with a little chill, and most of the nights in late autumn are like this. The most conspicuous thing in the photo is a dim street lamp. It is hard to imagine what kind of help such street lamps can give pedestrians. However, perhaps it is for the sake of deliberately completing the most beautiful silent film in late autumn. It is under the reflection of street lamps that the maple leaves falling from the sky turn into the most beautiful ornament of this season. The old street seems to light up a lot in an instant, and the whole road surface is shrouded in this feeling. It seems that there is a rustling sound when walking on it. There is not a pedestrian or a car in the picture. It seems that they also understand that this picture may only belong to nature, the kind of nature that is not contaminated with secular spirit.

I put down the photo and couldn't calm down for a long time. The most beautiful pictures in these memories have been forgotten by me. When I repeat what I live by every day, I never thought that the peace and tranquility I have been pursuing are lying quietly in my memory.

3. An interesting photo, the composition opens the photo album of memory and sees a photo at the foot of Zhang Changcheng. I remember that day, June 2008, 19, 12:20, after climbing the Great Wall, I took photos at the foot of the Great Wall. I can't help but recall the scene when I climbed the Great Wall, which is still fresh in my memory.

Of course, I can't miss the Great Wall when I go to Beijing with my family, because as the saying goes, the Great Wall is not a hero. When I came to the foot of the Great Wall, when I was young, I watched the "dragon" winding in the mountains. I can't help but get a fright. My previous yearning and enthusiasm for the Great Wall was suddenly thrown out of the cloud nine-so long, so steep, so high, so ... I began to shrink back. Halfway up, I was really exhausted. When I was ready to give up halfway, my mother said to me.

Positive energy made me feel very warm, so I climbed to my destination in one go. I came back panting, exhausted and feeling out of breath. At this time, my mother rented a suit of emperor's clothes for me to wear and took this photo to commemorate the "heroic legend" of my hero.

4. How to write the composition of "an interesting photo" There is a photo under my desk: a girl and her mother are sitting on a rubber boat, drifting in the mountains. Mother smiled and waved; The girl made a "V" gesture with her right hand and smiled brightly, but look carefully, why are the girls' eyes open and closed? Hehe, want to know why? Let me tell you something.

During the summer vacation, my mother and I came to the picturesque Lushan Mountain and experienced a drift in the Peach Blossom Garden. The water in Taohuayuan is very clear, so clear that you can see pebbles at the bottom of the river. The current zigzagged around the rugged mountain. You can imagine how * * * it will float! No, before my mother got on the rubber boat first, I put on my life jacket and sat in front of it. My mother told me to grab the handle of the rubber boat.

Our rubber dinghy slowly turned several times in an artificial pond, and suddenly we heard the staff shout, "Hold on, we will release water soon!" " "Fortunately, I reacted quickly and quickly grabbed the handles on both sides of the rubber boat." Wow-"Like falling into the sea, my eyes are blurred and I can't see anything. My clothes were soaked in an instant, and I almost took a sip of the cold water from Peach Blossom Garden. Wow! Good * * *! I laughed happily and shouted, "mom, let's do it again!" " "

In this way, every time the rubber boat can't go far, it will make us "enjoy" this feeling again. At the peak of the current, when my mother and I were drifting there, a photographer pressed the shutter of the camera. But who knows, which naughty little splash jumped into my eyes at this moment, so I had to "turn a blind eye" and finished this interesting photo.

Drifting is over, but I'm still unfinished. I really want to float again.

5. A meaningful photo composition is nearly 30 years old in the third grade. When I am quiet, I always like to think about people and things around me. It is your father who is most ashamed to ask himself.

My father is in his sixties, short and chubby, and his round face always has the brilliance of a man in his forties. Every time I go home to see my father, he can always reassure me that he is still healthy and strong.

My father works in a cloth factory not far from home. It is said that it is the most demanding job in the factory. There were originally three people in the factory who did this job. One of them was five years younger than his father and resigned because he couldn't stand being tired. So there are only two people left (in fact, in my memory, my father has mentioned that he is too tired to do the work, perhaps because our child can't help him find a better job, so his father has been doing it). Their task is to carry a ton of cloth to a car higher than their height and then transport it to the warehouse. I work like this for nearly ten hours every day, and I have to hurry to eat, otherwise I will push the goods and extend the shift time. If I leave work early, my father will definitely go to the fields to find a job. Every time my father talks about going to work, this year is much happier than last year. He told me that his boss gave him a monthly salary increase in 200 yuan this year. I know some arithmetic, but I can't figure out why my father is happy. Two people did three jobs, but only got an increase of 200 yuan?

In my memory, my father is always the one who eats the hardest at home, but works the hardest. Some people say that my dad has been a coolie all his life and can't stop during the New Year. My father said that the work in the field is endless. Even at the end of each year, I worked hard to finish the work in the factory for a year, and I rarely had a few days off. I also promised the steamed bread boss to help me with a few days of hard work. We always distressed to persuade him not to go, and he always smiled and comforted us. It's simple. Throughout the year, the steamed bread business is the busiest. It is common to work overtime at night, and my father has been with me until the thirtieth day of the lunar calendar.

In my ignorant years, I always quarreled with my father for some reason. I am a stubborn temper, and I always hate my father to arrange some farm work for me when I am busy with my studies. I always hate it when dad comes home from work and asks me to arrest him. I always hate that my father has to make me recite the whole book every semester, that my father is dressed in rags, and that he always comes to my school ... whenever I am dissatisfied with my father, I always find a series of extremely hurtful words. Now that my father is old and I am mature, we have already erased these unpleasant past events from my mouth, but in my heart, with my own understanding, these experiences are like handfuls of steel knives piercing my bone marrow. I have a lifetime debt to my father.

Every time I see my father's nails, I always urge him to cut them. Under his fingernails, he deeply penetrated into the dark soil. My father said half jokingly, I can't live without dirt in my life. These dirt, really squeezed in my father's nails, penetrated into my father's nails, and that kind of pain has been stinging my heart. It hurts. My father's hand, in many ups and downs, touched the soil. It was his painful contact that kept me going from primary school to college. I am lucky to have a pair of hands as short and thick as my father, which makes me feel stronger and more practical than ever before.

Now, I have bought a house in the city through my own efforts. My father can always be proud of me in front of others. I think the most valuable achievement in my life is filial piety to my father.

6. Look at the picture and write a composition: A meaningful photography (500 words) It is not uncommon for the society to have a camera now, but at the moment of pressing the shutter, have you ever thought about the significance of photography? Some people say that photography is the handprint of civilization, and I quite agree with this metaphor.

Because as soon as it appeared, it was deeply branded as a "civilian". Although photography has been a "toy" of the rich for a long time, it has aristocratic lineage, but its bold and unconstrained character in its bones determines that it will eventually "run away from home" to fight and find its position and role in the changing world. It caters to the mainstream direction of contemporary civilization progress and has strong vitality.

But sometimes, when I see some photos, I feel like I've been punched by a ruthless bullet, and the invisible blood is flowing mercilessly, so I can't help covering my chest. At this point, you don't feel a little happy, but you feel a heavy pressure on you.

Photography faces two choices at this time. One is artistic, and the other is documentary.

Photographers are also faced with a kind of confusion, a kind of thinking and a kind of pain. Is photography regarded as a kind of personal catharsis, just like a writer's pen that climbs the grid? Or is it pure artistic creation, such as a colored brush in the hand of a painter? Or, use it as a weapon? Scalpel? Maybe it has diversity.

Just as literature has a beautiful and soft side, it also has a side full of strength and blood and tears. But what is the main significance of photography? What is the most fascinating part of its charm? Photography is an instantaneous freeze of real images, which is doomed to be fundamentally different from other arts.

Photography is the moment that determines eternity. A photographer will eventually get old and die, but the meaningful photos he takes may never disappear, but will last forever.

And the story after the photo may deeply touch generations. The charm of photography lies in its truth and its moment.

The story behind the photo, the thinking after the moment. This is the greatness of the photographer and the responsibility of the photographer.

To find the universal meaning contained in photos, and the real universal meaning is sincerity and kindness that can touch people's hearts; That heartache, that sympathetic sigh; That kind of sad anger, that kind of wordless moving. If you can find that universal meaning with a camera, then you are a photographer.

No matter what kind of camera you use, no matter whether you shoot artistically or not. As long as your heart is looking for it, you are a photographer.

This is the meaning of photography.

On my sixth birthday, my mother took me to the photo studio to take a group of art photos, some of which were in skirts, some in cheongsam and some in ancient costumes. One of them is my favorite.

You see, in the photo, I am wearing a red cheongsam, holding a round fan in my hand, the fan is dotted with some beautiful plum blossoms, and my feet are wearing red cloth shoes made by my grandmother. At first glance, people thought it was a young lady.

That birthday is the most unforgettable one for me. My grandparents brought my sister to my house for my birthday. I remember that birthday was very simple, although I only bought a small cake and ate a bowl of ordinary longevity noodles.

But my relatives are all around me, spoiling me and making me happy. On that birthday, I also received gifts and deepest wishes from my friends. My sister also spent a week making me a beautiful birthday card with a neat line: Happy birthday to my dear sister and happy every day! Although I take a photo every birthday as a souvenir.

However, this photo will always be my favorite and the most precious in my heart.

8. Write a meaningful photo according to the prompt. Look at this picture. This is a good photo of my family. There are five people on it. I am in the middle. I'm laughing. Looks I am very happy. I have some beautiful flowers in my hand. The man next to me is my father. He is also very happy. Where is my mother? Oh, she's behind me. I think she is a good mother. She is my friend, too. I love her. My grandparents are also behind me. They all love me. I like this painting. I love my family. Look at this picture.

This is a very good photo of my family. There are five people.

I am in the middle. I'm laughing.

Seems to feel very happy. I have some beautiful flowers in my hand.

The man next to me is my father. He is very happy and has certain reference value.

Is this (that) my mother? Oh, she is behind me. I think she is a good mother.

She is my friend now. I love her.

My grandparents are behind, and so are they. They all like me.

I like this painting. I love my family.

9. Homework: Please choose a representative photo and write a note for this photo. What? Each of us has many photos, and there is a touching story and a beautiful memory behind each photo.

My photo album is full of large and small photos, recording my growth. One of the photos is the best I think. This photo was taken in Taiqing Palace in Lu Yi, my hometown.

Taiqing Palace has beautiful scenery. I climbed Taiqing Palace Mountain with my family. Of course, this is not a real mountain, but is made of stone and mud. Along the stone steps, my brother and I walked to the top of the mountain. Looking down here, we almost saw the whole Taiqing Palace. There is a small pavilion at the foot of the mountain. We sat inside, the breeze gently blowing on my face, like my mother's hand stroking my cheek, very comfortable. Then mother said, "Let's take a picture here!" " ""well, that's a good idea. "

I took a photo with my family, which impressed me the most.

10. About the composition of a photo, a photo tells a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.