Memories of Photos_5 Selected Junior High School Compositions

"Looking through our photos, my thoughts are looming. Last winter, we laughed very sweetly." Now I have collected and compiled excellent compositions for everyone. If you like this article, you can refer to it. Welcome to continue to pay attention to our subsequent updates.

Composition 1 on the topic of photos

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

Opening the dusty photo album and letting my thoughts flow through it, I finally understood that what passed the most was my son. Time is like a song. Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo. This is an extremely outstanding old photo that is very precious to me. In the photo, my sister and I stretched our hands into the blue sky to welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Remember, it was the Spring Festival. Due to the needs of my father's work, we have to leave our hometown and our grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. Whenever I thought about being separated from my friends, I would hide in the hut and cry non-stop. Even during the Spring Festival, I was depressed. My grandparents knew that this would be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to liven up the family atmosphere, they encouraged my father to buy fireworks. Grandpa actually sang a Peking opera that he had not sung for many years.

I don’t understand why the parting moment is so lively. My grandparents urged me and my sister to work hard and bring honor to our family. They also gave each of us a little poem. Dad set off fireworks and looked at the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I excitedly raised our hands to the sky. At that moment, the camera captured this eternally beautiful moment.

The moment we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us. Just watching, the silent air couldn't help but turn into snowflakes. Flying. From the eyes of my family, I seemed to see the warm river of love; the long ribbon of love; and the hard rock-like hope.

It is true that the years have passed by like a song, but the true feelings and hopes that have been buried in childhood still exist; even if the sea is gone, the affectionate eyes will always be the driving force for me to move forward.

This photo of hope not only records the smiling face of my childhood, but also the brilliant night sky in my hometown

The first grade of the second middle school: Xiaochun

--600 words

Essay on photos 2

Today, my grandma and I opened the first page of the photo album. My grandpa was only 32 years old at that time. The grandpa in the photo is so cool! He is wearing a black shirt and white trousers, standing at the garden gate with a smile. He was holding a tree with one hand and standing with his other hand on his waist. The tree he was supporting was more than 4 meters high. There was a bird's nest on the tree, which was as big as the mouth of a bowl. There are grass, green fields and bright flowers beside the trees. The green crops covered the earth with a green carpet.

I looked at the photo and said to my grandma: "Grandpa is so energetic." Grandma said: "The tree in the yard about 17 meters long is the small tree you see in the photo. Grandpa often gives it Only by fertilizing, watering and controlling insects can it grow as tall as it does now." I said loudly to my grandfather who was working in the yard: "Grandpa, you are really not easy! I also want to plant a tree and dress it in winter. , catch insects for it, water it, and fertilize it and loosen the soil. After many years, we will compare whose tree grows stronger."

"You little guy, you. I thought planting a tree was so simple. Look at this orange tree. The flowers are blooming beautifully. Some insects have eaten the leaves in spots. I sprinkled some of the medicine used in the rice fields on it. After a few days, Oh my god, the insects are gone, the flowers are gone, and even the leaves have fallen off." Grandpa said looking at the orange tree.

"Grandpa, do you need to pay attention to scientific methods when catching bugs? I went to check the information, but I don't believe it. I can't subdue this bug, and I still want to eat the delicious oranges produced by this tree. ."

"Then go check it out, kid, don't lie, is our game still good?"

"The photo is really good, it can give me and Grandpa and grandma lead to interesting topics.

Third grade of Fuxiang Primary School: Wang Hui

--600 words

Essay on photos 3

Time flies, In the 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 her crystal tears deep in her heart. Is it just time that passes as I grow up?

Opening the long-dusted photo album and letting my thoughts flow through it, I finally realized that what has passed most is the cantabile years of my childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo. This is an extremely outstanding old photo that is very precious to me. In the photo, my sister and I stretched our hands into the blue sky to welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Remember, it was the Spring Festival.

Due to the needs of my father's work, we have to leave our hometown and our grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. Whenever I thought about being separated from my friends, I would hide in the hut and cry non-stop. Even during the Spring Festival, I was depressed. My grandparents knew that this would be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to liven up the family atmosphere, they encouraged my father to buy fireworks. Grandpa actually sang a Peking opera that he had not sung for many years.

I don’t understand why the parting moment is so lively.

My grandparents urged me and my sister to work hard and bring glory to our family. They also gave each of us a little poem.

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

The moment we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us. Just watching, the silent air couldn't help but turn into snowflakes. Flying.

From the eyes of my family, I seemed to see the warm river of love; the long ribbon of love; and the hard rock-like hope.

It is true that the years have passed by like a song, but the true feelings and hopes that have been buried in childhood still exist; even if the sea is gone, the affectionate eyes will always be the driving force for me to move forward.

This photo full of hope not only records my childhood smiling face, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

--600 words

Essay on photos 4

Inside the photos, there are beautiful moments, and outside the photos, there are people’s beautiful memories and reveries.

"Click", it was that beautiful moment again, locked in the photo by the camera.

Oh, it’s the dewdrops that are just about to slip off the grass blades in the morning, it’s the drunken red face of the sunset at dusk, it’s the butterfly resting on the flowers, oh, it’s the most charming smiling face of people, it’s Are the touching tears hanging on the cheeks the happy encounter between relatives?

I have to admire the talent of the photographer. With just a camera and a roll of film, It can show us such a beautiful moment in the world. Although a photo is just a beautiful moment, it is something that a painter cannot outline with a brush and a writer cannot describe in words.

There is a photo of my dead grandma at home. Whenever I see her, my grandma’s kind eyes, deep wrinkles, and head of silver-white hair appear in my mind. There is an endless longing in my heart, but more of it is the happy time I spent with my grandma during her lifetime.

The vast sea and the sky are connected in an arc, and the white waves on the sea are one after another, as if they are laughing and jumping. Several white gulls are dancing in the sky, performing wonderful magic? This is a photo I have seen. I don’t know what magic power this photo collection has. As I held my breath and stared, I felt the cheerful cry of white gulls in my ears, and the roar of the sea. It seemed that I had become a small wave, running forward. Although I have never been to the sea, the magic of photos made me feel the beauty of the sea.

Therefore, photos are works of art that discover beauty and existential beauty. They are the best memories and the most beautiful reveries.

I put one photo after another in the album and savored it carefully, whether it was a large and strange landscape or a happy time in the past

Photos, that is?

The most beautiful memories, the most beautiful reveries.

--600 words

Essay on photos 5

Memories are tearful smiles. It was cold at night, and I passed by a tree. Birds flew over, and the knocked down leaves fell down and landed on the ground. Recalling my primary school life of nearly six years, I began to lament the passage of time and began to understand the ruthlessness of time.

Walking through every corner of the campus, the blooming and withering of flowers, the sprouting and withering of grass, the smell of every classroom, and every cute face are all so familiar. But the strange thing is, why are they who are usually full of life suddenly silent? There is a sentence in "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes." We can't grasp the joys and sorrows of the human world. In our hands, however, we can still draw a perfect ending to our grief.

Sometimes, I really want time to stay at this moment, let us look at each other and become familiar with each other's faces. Let us never separate and live and study together. At worst, I can become a child who never grows up. However, what is coming will always come. When the storm really comes, it will always be ruthless and wash away and wash away the remaining "thin thread" between you and me. In this storm, I couldn’t tell whether it was tears or rain. I don’t know since when, I have been afraid of buying classmate records, and I am also afraid of writing classmate records. Are we really going to end?

When I opened the classmate records, the paper made a "rustling" sound. I couldn't help but feel a surge of acid. How could I not hide my tears when I saw those familiar handwritings.

I am also afraid to discuss with my classmates when to hold the class reunion. Will the family we have lived together for six years break up so quickly? After this breakup, maybe ten years later, I will pass you by and we will be just strangers. people.

I stood under the tree, and another leaf fell down and landed on the tip of my hair. I picked up the leaf. Do we also want to think about the "leaf" being separated from the "big tree"? Thinking, I A slight smile appeared at the corner of my mouth, and tears that could not be concealed ran across my cheeks?

　--600 words