Write a composition with birth photos

1. Write composition photos with photos.

No gorgeous background, no computer art processing. This is the most common and vivid photo. The three grandparents and grandchildren in the photo are happily surrounded together. Do you want to take your eyes off it? Look how happy they are!

The kind old man in the photo is my grandmother. She is very popular and very frugal. Grandma is very frugal with herself, but there is one thing in my heart that proves her generosity. Grandma's nursing home donated materials to the disaster area. Without saying anything, she donated all the new clothes that her mother bought for her that she didn't want to wear at ordinary times. I was surprised, but my grandmother said, "I am a retired national cadre." I can't wear so many clothes, and the people in the disaster area need it more. " My grandmother is famous for her frugality. She is very generous to me. Every winter, she personally chooses the finest satin fabric to make me a cotton-padded jacket, but she always wears that white cotton-padded jacket. You see, in the photo, I snuggled up in my grandma's arms in my new cotton-padded jacket made by grandma, and I smiled so sweetly! I will never forget that day. It was New Year's Day, when I was five years old. Because grandma doesn't like taking pictures, this is the only picture of me and her.

Last winter, grandma, who had been healthy, fell ill. On the day I entered the operating room, I was catching up with the exam. I heard my mother say: grandma entered the operating room with this photo and my note full of blessings in her hand. The doctor refused to bring anything else, and grandma refused to live or die. She said to the doctor, "This is my grandson. He is obedient and sensible! Children let me take this, he will accompany me, let me be brave and strong ... "The doctor relented. In this way, this photo accompanied grandma to finish the operation.

The last time I saw my grandmother, she was admitted to the intensive care unit after the operation. The doctor refused to let me in. I cried and said to menstruation, "Just let me go in and have a look. I just joined the Young Pioneers today, and it's good that my grandmother knows that I'm happy, otherwise I'll be distracted in class ... "So I went in and saw my grandmother so thin, full of pipes and so pale. When she saw me, she said with great difficulty, "Good grandson, study hard." I fought back my tears and saw this photo again at her bedside.

Later, I never saw my grandmother again, and I really missed her. However, no matter where I am, with this photo, I will not be lonely.

2. How to write a photo composition? The story in the photo.

It happened to be my grandfather's birthday when he was discharged from the hospital. We took a group photo. There should be many stories hidden in this photo. Let me tell you!

That night, Grandpa Sun went home and Sister Moon came out. Mom, dad and uncle are discussing which hotel to go to celebrate grandpa's birthday. They keep asking and asking, almost zero. Finally, they negotiated and went to Tongfu Hotel.

Another day has passed, and it's time to celebrate grandpa's birthday. At noon, it's time for everyone to eat. After a while, the birthday cake came. My brother and I pushed the cake onto the platform. I helped grandpa to the stage and asked him to make a wish. Click, my father took this precious moment. In the cheers of everyone, I helped my grandfather to his seat again. My father spent more than two thousand yuan on this birthday party. Although he spent so much money, I am happy as long as my grandfather is happy.

Are there many stories in this photo? Are there many stories in your photos? How many/much? Tell it to everyone, too!

3. How to write a 600-word photo composition with "photos"

Every photo retains everyone's good memories. Every photo retains everyone's growth footprint.

Open my photo album, and you will see a photo album of Zhang Tiantian's face. This is every good memory of my childhood.

My photo stickers are very cute, some show their faces in the flowers, some wear cute animal headdresses, some lie next to cartoons, some roam in fairy tales, some fly in the sky, some play with penguins in Antarctica, some laugh in hot air balloons, and some are funny in the mouth of airplane cats.

I like two big stickers best. In the first photo, I showed my face in a green photo frame. Next to me is the dragonfly queen, and we are all enjoying each other's beauty. Look, I licked more than you laughed.

In the second picture, I am among rabbits, and rabbits dance around me. Ask, can I dance? I tilted my head and said, "You dance well and I dance better."

I also took a photo with my mother. Because my mother was going to work in other places, I took some photos as a souvenir. I took some photos with my mother. I like big photos of fairies. Every time I see this big photo, I can hear it in my ear. The fairy said, "Your mother is really beautiful."

When I miss my mother, I take out my mother's photo, and I look at it as if my mother is beside me. I showed it to my classmates and said it was my mother. My classmates don't believe it. I feel more like a sister. Your mother is young and beautiful. I am flattered by your comments.

Many students have photos, so we can appreciate each other's photos and share the joy brought by photos.

4. Write a composition on the topic of "photos", with a self-defined topic of about 500 words. Whenever I open the photo album, one of the photos always makes me laugh, and the scene of picking strawberries will emerge in front of my eyes:

It was a sunny Saturday, and my mother, aunt and others took our three children to the greenhouse in the suburbs to pick strawberries. When I came to the suburbs, I just felt different! While enjoying the scenery, I followed my mother to the destination. I saw white "arch bridges" built with shelves everywhere in the fields. "What's this for?" I asked curiously. This is a greenhouse! Mom replied. Later, my mother picked up some pots and barrels, and a group of us took a middle-aged woman to a shed. The middle-aged woman opened the door of the "arch bridge", and our door opened with great interest.

Wow! No wonder strawberries came on the market so early. It turns out that the temperature inside is very high, and we are like in a big steamer. Looking around, I saw patches of green in the greenhouse neatly arranged from one to another. Little red dot and white spots appear from time to time in the green bushes, and a path is left in every green bush.

I took a closer look, and it turned out that the red ones were strawberries hidden in the green bushes, and the white ones were small flowers.

Mom came over and said, "Come and pick strawberries. Whoever picks strawberries in ten minutes is big and red, and whoever can't step on them will win! " "We agreed happily and readily.

"Go!" Mother gave the order, the game began, and we began to go our separate ways. I tell you, picking strawberries is not as simple as you think. First of all, you have to be sharp-eyed, find those big red strawberries hidden under the leaves, and then pinch them gently with your nails. Only in this way can you be reckless. If you are impatient, pull hard and those strawberries will suffer.

Suddenly I found a big red strawberry. I'm surprised and happy. Just like discovering the new continent, I am afraid that others will get ahead of me. Just as I was about to pick it, I heard "Look here!" I just turned my head away, and I accidentally scratched my foot, sitting in the mud with one hand still holding strawberries, and this funny action happened to be permanently left by my mother's lens.

Look! My experience of picking strawberries is very interesting! This photo is its witness!

5. Look at the picture 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.

6. 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 used to study badly. 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 be admitted to the university 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. ...

7. How to write the composition of childhood photos? 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 and took this first photo when she first came to this world.

Look, a chubby little girl is sitting on the prepared mat, her eyes are blinking from time to time. At this time, the photographer is going to take her 100 anniversary photo for the little girl. The family kept making the little guy laugh, but the little guy burst into laughter unexpectedly. His dark eyes narrowed into a crack, and his toothless mouth exposed his jokes, which caused grandparents around him to laugh.

"Click" a photo worth remembering forever came out like this. 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 play in the sunshine full of spring breath.

At that time, I was full of curiosity and longing for the future. Oh, my God! 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 is not at home at all. She looked at her high head for a while, looked at her wonderful feathers for a while, and even held out her little hand to shake hands with the big peacock.

Standing outside the railing, facing the peacock, that kind of expectant eyes, that kind of excited expression. Suddenly, she found something, turned around with her hands behind her back and laughed. She was so ugly that everyone froze. I don't know who it is, but with a click, she took a picture of the little girl and the peacock together.

This dusty memory suddenly appeared in front of me. I'm so happy, so happy! 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 obscurity and ignorance. It seems that I should be as broad-minded, knowledgeable and profound as the sea ... Facing the photos, the past is like smoke. But what is 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.

8. Choose a landscape photo to write a composition! The young man in the photo is holding a baby like a little old man. Who's that? Ha ha! That was a photo taken with my father when I was a child! This photo was taken when I was born and went home after nine days in the hospital. According to my mother, the whole family was very busy at that time. My grandmother was busy making quilts, my aunt was waiting beside my mother, my uncle was carrying a bag, and my father kept talking to himself. Look at my red face, as red as the sun; Grandma said, "You must straighten my lovely grandson's legs before you can wrap them up, so that my grandson's legs will grow straight and tall in the future." My mother didn't quite agree with this view, but she still asked my father to do as grandma said. My father was all thumbs and finally wrapped me up. "Haha ..." I smiled shyly and asked, "Mom, does it look like a rabbit wrapped in silk?" "Like, like!" Mom said with a smile; Dad is holding the work he has just finished, singing a lullaby proudly and swinging from side to side. I just fell asleep. When my aunt saw this scene, she clicked and pressed the shutter happily. This photo records that short and happy time. Year after year, time flies. Now I have grown up and become a healthy and handsome boy. Whenever I see this photo, I imagine the scene at that time and think of that happy time! Every time I see this photo, I think of the lovely parrot. In the photo, a little girl is busy, that's me, and there are two parrots flying beside me. I bought these two parrots when I was in the third grade. Once my family went to the flower market, I saw a parrot and asked my mother to buy it. One of the parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue feathers on his face. He is a male. I call it Ying Ge. One is a female parrot with a pink nose and blue feathers. I call it Yanwu. I have established a good relationship with two parrots and I like them very much. They are very active. Ying Ge kept singing songs better than oriole every day, and Yanwu jumped up and down deftly in the cage. Once I put my hand into the cage and wanted the parrot to stand in my hand. I went to Yanwu first. Then it quickly climbed into Wen Xiaoqiu's cage. I thought to myself: this rotten swallow dance, I'll clean you up when I feed you! 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: haha! This is what happens when you bite me! But just when I was not careful, 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. And Ying Ge, seeing her companion go out, left the cage door open and she flew out of the cage. "ah! Don't run back! " I'm anxious to catch this and that, and I don't know what to do. At this time, mom and dad just came out with their cameras, and "click" took this ridiculous scene. Later, the two parrots were given away. Every time I see this photo, I can't help laughing, but I also miss my two parrots and wish them more lively and healthy. I opened an old yellow photo album and looked at it page by page. The small photo album evoked good memories for me. When I saw my childish face, I couldn't help but feel a smile floating on my face. I turned it over and stopped my hand on this photo. This was taken by my cousin and me. When I know almost nothing, I always learn to do all kinds of strange actions like a big boy. On the day of taking pictures, grandma led us to the photo studio. Under the light, I began to feel a little nervous, and my heart was pounding for some reason. At that time, I seemed to glance at it with my eyes and saw my brother standing here easily. My brother pinched his waist with both hands, and I also learned to pinch my waist with both hands. I don't want to wait until my naughty brother lowers his head and sticks out his tongue. I saw the flash before my eyes, and I was even more nervous. I've been standing. Finally, several big beads of sweat flowed down from my forehead. Actually, it's ridiculous to think about it now. What's so nervous about taking pictures? Why am I so scared? I really don't understand my childhood. Maybe it's because I grew up. If I could go back in time, I would cherish my childhood more. My innocent face disappeared in childhood and was strangled in the cradle by time. When I picked up my childhood photo album and opened the big book of memories, I quietly recalled the infinite fun of my childhood ... The feeling of success was like eating delicious honey, sweet and fragrant. May day holiday, mom. I am very excited to take me to climb Tiger Mountain. I quickly put on my tracksuit and climbed the Tiger Mountain. I jumped up and down in the car excitedly all the way, making it look like a party. At the foot of Tiger Mountain, I looked up, and the high spire seemed out of reach. I can't help but flinch: will I climb or not? If I don't climb, my mother will call me timid. If I climb, I may not be afraid. Finally, I gritted my teeth and decided to fight for it. At first, I was alive and kicking, saying that my parents climbed slowly and left the old man behind like a rabbit. But this situation didn't last long, and it didn't last for 20 minutes, so I continued to shout tired. My mother looked at it and said angrily, I'm tired before I climb halfway, so hurry down the mountain! "I heard a burst of anger in my heart. I didn't want to be looked down upon by my mother, so I gritted my teeth and tried to climb up. I stopped and walked straight ahead. Although there are tall trees to shade me, the weather is still very hot. I only have one dress left, and I keep sweating. I tried to flinch several times, but I was "excited" by my mother's provocation. I almost reached the top of the mountain. Who knows, the scenery on the mountain is more beautiful than that under the mountain. I looked up and really reached the top of the tower, the top of the tower.

9. Write an article on the topic of "photos" and you can write memories.

Say you open a drawer one day, which can contain one or more photos.

Then you will think of the past, such as who you had a good friendship with when you were young, what is it now, is it different? Do more articles in these areas. When you write, you should pay more attention to details. You don't have to choose a big thing to write. Choose an impressive detail and describe it carefully. Finally, go back to the photo in front of you and write down your feelings and thoughts.

Or write pictures of mom and dad before.

I looked at your file. You are from Shenzhen, so you can write a photo you took in Shenzhen before. Then you were curious and asked your mother about this photo. Write what your mother told you about the past and the hardships of the past, which made you so happy today. Then write down what you think you are doing now (you can imagine it properly), realize that you should cherish life, and finally sublimate the theme

When you write, you should deduct the word photo, which runs through the whole text.

You can also write a picture of your basketball game. I suddenly remembered how I was fascinated by basketball at that time, what made you interested in basketball, and your efforts to play basketball well. Finally, to sum up, when you encounter any setbacks, as long as you see this photo, you will remember the spirit you insisted on in basketball and you will stick to it.

I hope I can help you ... Come on!