Look at the photos and write a composition.

1. Look at the pictures and write a composition (300 words). Mother's love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

I remember when I was a child, it was very cold one winter. Dad is on a business trip, and my mother has to take care of both the business in the store and me.

However, my mother wouldn't let me go out to play and let me stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But she was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early morning, I had a high fever and my mother was frightened. You said my dad wasn't here, and it was just my mom and me. What should I do? My mother immediately took me to the hospital.

It was dark on the road. I was so scared that I called out to my mother. My mother said, "Lulu, don't be afraid. Just lie on my mother's back and you will be there. "

When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw the doctor. The doctor took my temperature. At first glance, it is a high fever of 465,438+0 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother, "How did you become a mother?" The children were burned like this. How did they get sent here? Must be hospitalized, and go through the hospitalization procedures quickly! "Mom just silently said," well. "

But maternal love is sometimes severe, and my mother never relaxes in my study. It was the first semester of grade five, and I got 76 points in English.

When I handed the paper to my mother in fear and trembling, her mother didn't say a word to me when she saw the score. A man walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I really can't help it. I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother with tears and said, "Mom, hit me!" " You hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future. "

Mom said with tears in her eyes, "Lulu, mom won't hit you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead and be a person who contributes to the country in the future, you must be down-to-earth, step by step, and study hard from now on!" Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love.

A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? Just like: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays."

Great maternal love as the saying goes, "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God gave you an angel who will always be with you. Her name is Mom.

When I was in grade one, my father worked in other places and my mother was the head teacher in a middle school. She is busy with work and often comes home late. But her love for me hasn't diminished at all.

I remember it was a night when silver peas fell from the sky. Because of a cold, I rest at home. My mother was still teaching students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly had a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot.

And my mother just dragged her tired body home and saw that I had a high fever, so she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There are no pedestrians and cars in the street, only her thin figure shuttles through the rain. A cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seems to have noticed something.

She held me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, act quickly and run to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't even breathe, so she held me for registration, injection and infusion. I was crying all the time during the injection, so my mother took my hand and whispered to me, "Dear daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side."

At that time, after listening to this sentence, my body seemed to be full of strength at once. My mother stayed with me day and night during the infusion.

I am hungry, she feeds me, I want to sleep, and she tells me stories. I lost two days and two nights, and my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.

I have recovered from my illness and gained weight, but my mother's eyes are red, and I have lost a lot of weight with dark circles. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.

My father loves me like a mountain. My father looks like a slow person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. As far as I can remember, he didn't seem to hug me or say a warm word to me. After a long time, I don't think my father likes me at all. Every time I see him, I feel a little "scared" for no reason. Perhaps seeing the recognition of our father and son's feelings, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgate of my memory.

My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room, and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door. He kept walking around. Knowing that the mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and quickly bought some candy and melon seeds to distribute to everyone he met. Dad can't control his feelings. I don't know how many times he walked into the corridor and let the tears of happiness flow.

And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother worked the night shift, and my father took me to the newly-built stadium to play. At that time, the lights in the square were not installed, but many people came to exercise. As soon as I got to the edge of the court, I rushed into the sea like an arrow, and my father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear, for fear that he would restrict my freedom. When I enjoyed myself for a while, I found my father was not with me. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. I know the disaster is great, and I am worried about the bad guys. I was afraid to call my father, so I struggled to run home in fear. When I got home, my father had not come back. I also know that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sit in a dark corner of the building.

I don't know how long it took before I saw my father limping with his shoes, and his face was full of anxiety. I thought: my grumpy father will definitely hit me hard this time. When my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Don't run so fast in the future. If an adult calls you, you have to promise at once, okay? " I nodded, and when my father put me down, I found a lot of blood on my father's feet. I know that in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg and walked a lot, and his foot was worn out.

Now that I think about it, I know that my father loves me, too, but I just buried my love in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and grow up with me.

My father loves me like a mountain. I wanted to write an article for my father a long time ago, but I didn't start writing.

2. Look at the photos and write the beginning and end of the composition. How to write a good opening skill 1: use rhetoric skillfully, and make flowers with wonderful pen.

Clever use of rhetorical devices such as metaphor, parallelism, personification and questioning can make the beginning of the article vivid, full of momentum, mixed with scenes and picturesque. Quoting classics, literary talents, famous sayings, lyrics, proverbs, two-part allegorical sayings or profound and incisive expositions in the past can be skillfully quoted, which can save a lot of pen and ink and make literary talents fly with half the effort.

Tip 3: Set up suspense skillfully and lead the topic. Everyone is curious, especially those who love reading literary works. When you set a lot of suspense at the beginning of the article that can arouse people's curiosity, your article has undoubtedly succeeded more than half.

That is, the doubts that aroused the reader's curiosity from the beginning. Ending skills-natural ending style No matter what style of article, after expressing the content, it is natural to end the full text, instead of designing profound philosophical sentences and carving rich symbolic forms. This ending is called "natural ending style".

Tip 2: the beginning and the end echo the beginning, and write a sentence that echoes the beginning and is not simple to repeat. This way of ending is a common way of ending all kinds of articles. Zhang Xianzhi's ending method is to express the theme clearly in concise language at the end of the article according to the content of the full text, or to explain the writing intention clearly at the end of the full text, so this ending method is also called "the finishing touch".

The four famous epigrams of skills end with famous epigrams, famous cautionary sentences and poems, which are intended to extend the article and reveal the true meaning of a certain life. Tip 5: Lyric argument: Ending an article with lyrical argument can express the feelings in the author's heart, arouse readers' emotional waves, arouse readers' resonance, and have strong artistic appeal.

The most important thing to look at pictures is to use your imagination, not stick to the picture.

Thank you for the photo. I opened the photo album, which contained a 500-word story, and a photo came into view. I got on the express train of memory and returned to Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park in Yunnan. On the day I boarded Yulong Snow Mountain, the story behind the photo seemed to have happened yesterday-it was a sunny morning, and my mother, many teachers and I came to Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park in Yunnan by bus. Today we are going to climb a mountain, the Yulong Snow Mountain, the lowest ocean glacier in the world. Because the mountain is very high, the guide bought us tickets to take the cable car. There were so many people on the cable car that it took us about half an hour to get on. We took the cable car, and I was a little scared at first. The cable car began to rise slowly, and the wind roared in my ear. My heart thumped. It took me a long time to get used to it. My brother, who was on a cable car with me, looked excited and not afraid at all. Seeing him like this, I calmed down. Look down, wow! There are green trees everywhere, and these lush trees are connected into a large piece, like a green ocean. My brother and I shouted happily. In a blink of an eye, we came to the top of the mountain. The tour guide took us to the scenic spot on the top of the snowy mountain and looked at the scenery below. Ah! The scenery seen here is really spectacular! Standing here, you can have a panoramic view of the mountain. You see, the green trees are looming under the mist, and under the illumination of the morning light, they also reflect different colors, just like those seen in fairy tales, so beautiful! It's like seeing a fairyland on earth! I couldn't help being intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me, and I couldn't help humming a song. Just as I was watching Trance, I heard a click. When I turned around, it turned out that my uncle left me this eternal happy memory while I was fascinated by it. Now whenever I see this photo, I will fall into happy memories. There is a photo on my desk, and there is also a photo of graduation photo, our sixth-grade graduate. Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too. I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so sad. When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. It's heartbreaking. The students in our class are very United. The spirit of helping each other was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey. There are tears when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective examination, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking with confidence, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, encourage us and encourage us to make progress. Knowing that it is with her clever mouth that we can regain our confidence, we believe that failure is the mother of success. After the baptism of the storm that dropped the ranking, we became more passionate about learning and worked harder. During this time, the students worked very hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we regained the first place that belongs to us. This gradually diluted the bitterness in the process. The students in our class may be impatient. I want to do everything at once. As long as it is decided or negotiated, I will definitely implement it at once, which makes me inadvertently think of some hot words. There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we got to know each other. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it." If a classmate in our class is bullied, we are absolutely duty-bound to seek justice for her, especially so. Infiltrate our hearts ... a photo can fully evoke all kinds of interesting things in our beautiful childhood. Every time I see this photo on the table, my heart can't help but be like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Every flavor is so meaningful, and every flavor contains our beautiful memories, which makes us have a wonderful childhood.

Write a photo composition I will always cherish an "old photo" in my eyes.

In the autumn when I was in the fifth grade, a young female teacher came to the school. Her name is Liu Yueming. Teacher Liu looks only seventeen or eighteen years old and looks very beautiful. She took us to the Chinese graduation class. Before Miss Liu came, five teachers took us. Because I didn't learn pinyin well in senior one, my literacy ability was particularly poor, so I was most afraid that the teacher would let me read the text in Chinese class. In addition, I am very active and naughty in class. In the eyes of some teachers, I am a veritable underachiever. Teacher Liu didn't dislike me. One afternoon after school, she specially called me to the office and said, Wang, according to my observation, you are not a stupid child. The reason why you can't read well is because you lack self-confidence ... well, come to me after school and I'll give you a Chinese pinyin course. "In the next few days, I came to Miss Liu's dormitory to learn pinyin from her every day after school. Besides, whenever I make a mistake in my homework, she will write many comments on my homework, and every comment will be followed by a few words of encouragement.

The final term will be over in the blink of an eye. Thanks to Mr. Liu's encouragement, I increased my confidence in learning, and I actually got the first place in my class in English and mathematics.

Teacher Liu lives in Sanhe, an ancient town, which is about 10 from my home. During the Chinese New Year, my parents bought several boxes of cakes to thank Mr. Liu for training me to be an excellent student in the class, and asked me to visit her home on the second day of the Lunar New Year. At that time, the traffic was not as convenient as it is now. We all came to three rivers. On the way, the sky suddenly became dark and it began to snow like goose feathers. When I arrived at Teacher Liu's house, I almost turned into a snowman: "Teacher Liu, my parents asked me to pay a New Year call to you." Teacher Liu, who was sitting at a desk reading a book, stood up "in the open air" and quickly patted the snowflake on my body: "It snows so heavily, why do you still come to pay New Year greetings? ! What about freezing the body? ! "Then Mr. Liu asked me to sit on the sofa and brought me a plate of steaming eggs and a plate of exquisite cakes ... It snowed harder and harder that day. After lunch, the snow on the ground was more than a foot thick. Teacher Liu is afraid that I will be bored at home. After the snow stopped, she went to the playground of sanhe town No.4 Primary School to make a snowman. Just as I was immersed in the joy of making a snowman, a young man with a camera came to the playground and said that he would take pictures of adults and children making a snowman on the playground. Teacher Liu didn't say anything when she saw it, so she asked me to stand with her and let the young man take a photo for us. The next day, the young man sent the photo. When I came home, Teacher Liu showed me the photo and said, "Li Lun, your IQ is very high. You did not study well in the past. At that time, because I didn't learn Chinese Pinyin well and my reading ability was poor, I felt inferior and didn't study hard ... Through our joint efforts this semester, your grades have improved rapidly. I hope you don't be proud, continue to study hard, and I will go back to work in Sanhe in the future ... "

I can't bear to see Mr. Liu leave us. My heart was so sour that I almost shed tears.

When I got home, I showed the photos to my friends and made them stare with envy. Because the countryside was quite poor at that time, taking pictures was a luxury. Besides, that photo was taken with our respected teacher Liu.

From then on, whenever I get good grades or get frustrated in the exam, I will silently look at this photo and think about Teacher Liu's teaching ... Unfortunately, this photo was lost when I was in high school because I had to write a story composition about "old photos". I regret it to this day.

Although the living conditions have improved now, whenever I go out for an interview or travel with my literary friends, I have taken countless photos with my camera, but in my heart, these photos will never be as good as my photo with Teacher Liu in the snow. Although this photo has not been preserved, it will remain in my memory forever. ...

5. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "photos". There is a photo in my photo album, which has always encouraged me to study hard. Every time I see this photo, the scene of that year clearly comes to my mind. ...

It was the summer of 2000, and my childhood friend Hu and I were in my hometown Huimin County. My parents and her mother are both teachers in Huimin No.1 Middle School. This summer, we have an appointment to go to Jinan to play together.

We arrived at Jinan Station at 9 o'clock. My father bought a map of Jinan and saw that the station was not far from quancheng square. We decided to go there first.

As soon as you enter the gate of quancheng square, you can see tall trees, green grass and bright flowers. We went a little further and came to the center of quancheng square. Colorful flowers can be seen everywhere here, which is simply an ocean of flowers. We walked a little further and came to the music fountain. The water in the music fountain is as white as snow, and the music is very nice. We all praised, "What a nice fountain!" I thought, "The fountain in quancheng square is wonderful. Compared with Huimin, Huimin is still far from it. " I said to my mother, "Mom, please take a picture of Hu and me!" " Mom said, "All right." After that, she told us to stand still and look down at this photo.

We're leaving the fountain for the underground shop. I thought, "I will study hard and build the motherland more prosperous in the future."

When I got home, I kept this photo in an album. This photo reflects the beauty of Jinan, Shandong and the motherland.

Look, isn't the person in the photo cute? I'm telling you, this is me! When I was a child, my skin smiled, revealing four pearl teeth.

This photo is my favorite. The time is between1996165438+10 and 65438+February. Although the month and date are not accurate, my mother looks from her four teeth as 1 1 to 65438+. Six or seven months after I was born.

On this day, my mother dressed me in my favorite suit, took me to the photo studio, put me on a small red wooden horse, and let me hold the handle in one hand and the horse's ear in the other. Do not move. I obediently obeyed my mother's command, and I smiled consciously and cooperated with the cameraman. The photographer seized the moment, pressed the button and the portrait was finished.

This photo left me with good memories.

6. Photo 800-word composition Who can help me write a composition about photos? How much do you know about the memories left in the film? I gently opened the photo album with my hand, and the beautiful photos I bought with time suddenly appeared in front of me. Following the time footprint in the photo, I walked into the photo ... hey! Look over there, yes, the little girl who is sleeping soundly in that bed, look! How lovely she is! According to her family, she was only 7 days old, so she took this first photo when she first came to this world. Look, a chubby little girl is sitting on the prepared cushion, and her eyes blink from time to time. At this time, the photographer will take her 100 commemorative photo. The family kept making the little guy laugh, but the little guy smiled unexpectedly, with black eyes. Toothless mouth revealed his jokes and made grandparents around him laugh. "Click" a picture that is worth remembering forever came out. Guess who this little guy is? Well, that's me! After a burst of joy, another photo came into view. Why is it so familiar here? Hey! This is in my own home! I vaguely remember playing with a stroller in grandma's yard, to be honest! That's me at the age of five! This day happens to be my birthday. God seems to have come to congratulate me. The sun is shining and the spring is full. I am playing in this spring sunshine. At that time, I was full of curiosity and longing for the future. Oh! Peacock! What a beautiful peacock! I saw it spread its colorful wings and proudly spread its beauty to people! Look! There is a little girl who doesn't feel at home at all. She looked at her high head for a while, looked at her wonderful feathers for a while, and even reached out her little hand. She wants to shake hands with the peacock. Standing outside the railing, facing the peacock, she was excited with expectation. Suddenly, she found something, turned around, put her hand behind her back and laughed. Everyone looks ugly. The sea, the blue sea, the golden sea, a ten-year-old girl approached the sea, only to see her wearing a swimsuit, red skin, standing in shallow water, proud, oh! I remember this is the Liandao seaside bathhouse in Lianyungang, Jiangsu. I came here with my mother, father and many campers. Facing the boundless ocean in front of me, I meditated. In other words, it's time for me to know how to meditate, although I'm hazy. I think standing here shows my own embarrassment and ignorance. It seems that I should be as broad-minded, knowledgeable and profound as the sea ... In the face of photos, the past emerged from dusty memories like a string of pearls, which made me feel happy and immersed me in a happy aftertaste for a long time. My childhood was beautiful and happy, but what is even better and happier is that the future attracts me more deeply. I firmly believe that no matter how difficult and dangerous the road is, I will go forward bravely.

7. Write a composition, about 500 words, and ask (who) in the title picture to write a good color photo, smiling and looking very happy, but if you look closely, you will find that Wu is kneeling on his knees. Who do you think he looks like? She is lively and cheerful, but very naughty; No one can match her boldness. She looks like a boy. Her uncles, aunts, grandparents and grandparents all said that she didn't look like her parents at all, but she didn't know who she looked like. On one occasion, she and her parents went to Binjiang Avenue in Pudong. Dad wanted to leave some unforgettable photos for her childhood, so he took out his camera cheerfully and looked for a suitable background to take pictures while enjoying the beautiful scenery of Binjiang Avenue. In different backgrounds, but the more you put it, the more naughty it is. One minute you slide around the tile floor, and the next you touch around the building. You don't care if your hands are covered with dust. "Here you are! Yingying, come and sit in a chair, and dad will take your picture! " Her father found a good perspective again and asked her to take pictures! She rushed over to sit in the chair, but because she ran too fast, she couldn't brake, so she tripped over the stool foot of the chair and fell down. "Ah-"she exclaimed. Suddenly, her feet hurt badly, and her parents scrambled to help her up. "Well, nothing!" Before my father finished, my mother interjected, "Does it hurt? Be careful! " She endured the pain and said, "Nothing, it doesn't hurt!" She stood up, assumed a crouching posture and took this meaningful photo with a smile. Every time I take it out, I feel that it reminds her all the time: don't be too naughty, or things will get very bad! When I came home that day, my mom and dad said that she was always naughty for some reason, just like a boy! But I think she is still her, just with different personalities! Tell you what! She is me! I in the photo can best reflect me in life, so you can see what kind of person I am from this photo. What about you? You also take out your photos and share the stories in them with me.