Write a composition around a photo.

1. Write a composition with a photo (about 600 words) My inscription in front of the mirror: Friend, when the autumn frost of the years has dyed this black hair red, can you stand in front of the mirror full of relief and happiness without shame? Mirrors have always been out of place with us men.

Time flies, I seem to have forgotten my appearance, and sometimes I vaguely remember the childish face on the portrait of my graduation from primary school a few years ago. Has this childish face changed now? I really don't have time for it.

One day, I was reviewing my lessons at my desk. My mother called me, "Come and try on this dress, little boy." This is a silver-gray suit with a purple striped tie.

I got excited and dressed neatly. "Mom, what's the matter?" My mother didn't comment, just smiled and pushed me to the mirror.

Huh? Is that me? Straight suit, white shirt, purple tie and a crane brooch, how harmonious! I became a handsome, young and confident young man! Tall, naturally curly hair naturally ups and downs, straight nose, full of emotional eyes, arrogant mouth, with a faint short beard on the side lips. Is this me? It seems that it took me a long time to wake up. Yes, this is me! I hardly know myself.

A few years ago, I was so short and childish. Although I missed the mirror, at this moment, looking at me in the mirror, the floodgate of memories was suddenly opened.

I remember my mother told me that when I was very young, I once climbed to the mirror and stared at my surprised eyes for a long time. Then I reached out my little hand and tried my best to catch me in the mirror, but I found nothing. My mother carried me away, and I looked at the mirror with wide eyes ... When I went to kindergarten, I began to look in the mirror often: My mother suspected that I had soiled my clothes, and when she came back from kindergarten every day, she always pushed me to the mirror and said, "Look how dirty you are!" "I'm wearing beautiful dirty clothes and a handkerchief on my shoulder, which is reflected in the mirror.

The usual urchin is quiet like a little girl at the moment. Soon, I left the kindergarten that gave me happiness, ended my carefree childhood, put on my schoolbag, stepped into the threshold of primary school and entered my youth.

From then on, I gradually alienated the mirror. Maybe it's because I don't appear in front of the mirror many times, and I leave a deeper impression every time.

Childhood is pleasant. I have classes, study and play games with my friends in primary school, just like the little yellow flowers in Shan Ye in spring, full of vitality and carefree.

The most unforgettable day is the day I joined the youth team: I swore under the team flag, and a senior classmate put on a bright red scarf for me. After school, I ran home in one breath and stood in front of the mirror without even putting down my schoolbag.

I am not tall in the mirror, with a short flat head and a high mouth that reveals joy and pride. Suddenly I feel a handkerchief missing from my shoulder and a red scarf missing from my chest-I've grown up! In middle school, I gradually matured with the innocent steps of teenagers.

When I took off my red scarf and swore in front of the shiny league emblem again, I deeply felt that I was no longer a child and the burden on my shoulders was heavier. I stared at the emblem in the mirror, my eyes childish and thoughtful.

I whispered to myself in the mirror, "Young man. No, Comrade * * * is a member of the Communist Youth League. Never forget the oath you made in the Communist Youth League ... "As I grew older, my experience deepened.

Life has brought me a lot of successful experiences and lessons of failure, and also brought me a lot of happiness and troubles ... With these, I have completed the road of junior high school for three years. Yes, I grow up day by day.

Today, I am not who I was yesterday. Tomorrow, I will be different from today. I stared at the youthful face in the mirror and saw that there seemed to be wrinkles on my forehead. My stretched eyebrows can't help frowning slightly: friend, when the autumn frost of the years dyes this black hair, can you stand in front of the mirror full of relief and happiness without shame? Looking at me in the mirror, looking at those confident eyes, I nodded, which is a positive answer chosen by a man.

2. Composition: A photo is about 600 words.

On my desk, there is a photo of graduation photo, who graduated from the sixth grade and is my classmate. It is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; 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 reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance 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 is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, 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, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us. This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away.

The students in our class may have turned into their impatience, and they want to take immediate action in everything they do. As long as it is decided or negotiated, they will definitely implement it immediately, which makes me inadvertently think of some spicy people. There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we have 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 get justice for her, so it makes salty tears sweet and penetrate into our hearts. ...

A photo can evoke all kinds of interesting things in our wonderful childhood.

Every time I see this photo on the table, I can't help but feel 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.

3. Write a 600-word composition with photos as the topic, and an unforgettable photo.

Open the photo album and look at the photos today. Those small photos recorded my interesting childhood. However, the most interesting thing for me is the photos I took when I visited the Three Gorges. In the photo, I am wearing a big brown straw hat, a life jacket, a penny in my hand and the clothes of a boatman …

It was the fourth grade summer vacation, and our family went to visit the Little Three Gorges. We sat in a canoe and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges. The Three Gorges with beautiful scenery and lush trees looks so vibrant. The river is clear and the air is fresh, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. You can occasionally see macaques on the mountain. They are playing in the trees in twos and threes. Coupled with the embellishment of songs on the bamboo raft on the river, it is like a paradise!

We sat in the middle of the boat and the boatman stood at the bow. We chatted and sang children's songs for a while. Although there were only more than twenty people on board, the atmosphere was very warm. I am fidgeting, reaching out for a while and looking around curiously for a while …

Suddenly, an uncle stood up and suggested to the boatman, "Uncle, why don't we row and take a picture?" Everyone echoed in unison: "Good! Ok! " The atmosphere on the ship is more active. Then, the boatman smiled and said, "Nothing! Let's draw a row, everyone has a chance! " After that, the boatman gave his "seat" to his uncle. Uncle put on life jacket, a brown straw hat, a bamboo basket on his waist and a long bamboo pole in his hand. After "armed to the teeth", he took a photo, rowed forward for about ten meters, and then returned to his seat.

"Who's coming!" "me!" I raised my hand and responded loudly, and there were waves of echoes in the valley. Then, I strode to the bow, "inherited" the boatman's "seat" and became "fully armed" like that uncle, and then I held the bamboo pole in my hand. "Click ..." Dad fixed my breath in the frame. At this time, other tourists were eager to try, so I had to "make way".

In this way, I left this unforgettable photo. Seeing the photos, I seem to hear the laughter on the boat and see the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges …

I will keep this photo forever.

4. Composition: Memories of a photo 600 words Turning over the photo album of the years, I picked up a slightly yellowed photo, showing a 40-year-old uncle standing in front of an old house with his child just full moon. More than ten years ago, when I was a child, I played, ran and frolicked in the mud with my friends every day, and the feeling of happiness surrounded us. Tired, sitting in the mulberry field and taking a bath in the river. Adults picked up labor tools and worked hard in the fields. Although life is full, there has always been a dream in the hearts of the villagers, hoping that the village will be richer. This is everyone's biggest dream. The river in front of the door should be cleaned up; That old bridge needs to be repaired: the road should also be paved with cement; And these endless dreams are all looking forward to the arrival of the new countryside, visiting the countryside and visiting the whole of China!

Opening a brand-new photo album, I picked up a bright color photo, and a new house rose behind me; Cement roads extend in all directions; The river is clear and bright. It's still the same person in the photo, but it seems to smile more happily! What is it, what makes a village change so much? Did the fairy wave his hand and the village changed greatly? If not, what will it be? I was thinking. At this time, an old farmer smiled and said, "Look! Isn't this water, this road, this house and this bridge the new countryside? ! "A hearty and bold word tells the incomparable joy of millions of farmers, and the new countryside has made millions of farmers embark on the road to wealth. Make the village more beautiful and richer. Compared with now, the photos of more than ten years ago show off the achievements of the new countryside: green lawns, beautiful flowers and snow-white fences. Listen, on the shore, the river is singing tinkling songs. The harvester in the field also played a beat for him, and on the expressway, the car couldn't help playing a halftime break. When people hear the song of harmonious new countryside, their hearts are full of joy. This not only changed the face of the village, but also changed the people's support and love for the party!

When I open the photo album of the future, what I see is a modern combination of urban and rural areas! At that time, this harmonious song will get louder and louder, and it will spread all over China!

It is a shame to mention "photography" in an unforgettable photo. My two strokes are at best "photography".

Although my photography career is not very long, I have "eaten" countless films, and two cartons of decent photos and negatives are also full.

In my memory, what I remember most clearly is a news photo called "Hostage Taking". It was this photo that won me the grand prize of the "Everyday New Beijing" photo contest jointly organized by Beijing Photographers Association, Beijing Daily Messenger and Beijing Kunpeng website. It is also this photo that makes me understand how difficult it is to want a valuable photo!

What is unforgettable is not the shining honor and generous bonus, but the thrilling origin of this photo. At the same time, the fearless dedication of police officers and political and legal journalists in the capital is still fresh in my mind.

2001may 13 at three o'clock in the morning, when I was still asleep, I was suddenly awakened by a hurried phone call. There was an urgent voice from the receiver: there was a gangster holding an explosive device to take hostages at Beijing West Railway Station. The situation is extremely critical. Please get to the scene immediately. A case is an order. As a propaganda cadre in the railway police, my first instinct is to get to the crime scene at the first time.

I jumped out of bed, grabbed my camera bag and interview book, and went downstairs to take a taxi to Beijing West Railway Station.

6. 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.

7. Write a composition around a picture "click", and my favorite photo was born in my mother's camera in an instant.

Whenever I see it, I will think of the time when I went to Qiandao Lake with my parents. Look, I'm smiling in the photo, my eyes are narrowing, and a small dimple appears on my cheek.

I'm wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, with a big fish-shaped lock on my back. How handsome I look! Behind me is a dense grove. Kobanawa has tall and straight trees, green grass and yellowish low bushes. What a beautiful scenery! Look at this photo, and the floodgate of my memory will open automatically. On that day, Wan Li was clear, and our family came to Qiandao Lake with the school tour group.

There are beautiful scenery, birds and flowers, and many small islands. We came to the "Lock Island" and saw countless small "heart locks".

People are locking messages and pinning their good feelings. Let's move on.

Wow! There is a big lock here! Although this kind of lock is very similar to our common lock in appearance, it is extremely huge-hundreds of times larger than the usual lock! While introducing, the tour guide pointed to a nearby place and said that there stood a key, and whoever could turn it could open the lock. Dad's curiosity came up. He went to the big key and mentioned the guy with difficulty. He really opened this huge lock, and we all cheered ... We walked for a while, and suddenly, a huge stone carp appeared on the roadside! A closer look reveals that it is a carp-shaped lock! I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it, and pestered my mother to help me take a photo with the "big carp".

This is my favorite photo, and I will cherish it in the long river of memory forever.

8. Seeking composition In my photo album, there are many photos. They are like pieces of shells, carrying my little memories, just like small waves rushing in the river of my memory. When I opened the photo album, a photo came into view-this is a photo I took in the East.

I smiled brightly in the photo, because I just passed the road of the brave in the East. I was so happy that my mother took this photo for me. I like this photo very much. Every time I see it, the situation of that day comes to my mind.

It was last year's National Day, and our family went out to the East. I have been here before and have some experience. As soon as I entered the eastern land, I went straight to the road of the brave, which is my favorite place. There are breathtaking sports such as single-plank bridge and mountain climbing. Many students are shivering and their legs are weak, and I am already eager to try. This kind of project is not in my words at all. Like a monkey, I completed the first few levels three times, five times and twice. This last level is not so easy for me. The last level is-maze! Huh? I don't have a strong sense of direction, and I don't feel dizzy when I go in! Encouraged by my mother, I entered the maze. I really can't tell the direction. When I reached a fork in the road, I chose a road at random. When I found it impassable, I went back the same way. I walked into another road, and soon I returned to the original point. I'm going the same way! How can I get out? I stopped to think, and a good idea flashed through my mind. I've walked every road. If I can't get through, I will put a small stone at the intersection and press a leaf under it. I walked a few roads and finally found a way to the exit. I walked along this road and came to the exit. At this moment, I saw my mother standing opposite, with a camera in one hand and 3,2, 1 in the other, and took this photo for me who was slightly surprised.

This photo has been treasured in my photo album. Every time I see this photo, I think of it. It will always be in my mind, and I still can't let it go.

9. Write a composition around a picture "click", and my favorite photo was born in my mother's camera in an instant.

Whenever I see it, I will think of the time when I went to Qiandao Lake with my parents. Look, I'm smiling in the photo, my eyes are narrowing, and a small dimple appears on my cheek.

I'm wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, with a big fish-shaped lock on my back. How handsome I look! Behind me is a dense grove. Kobanawa has tall and straight trees, green grass and yellowish low bushes. What a beautiful scenery! Look at this photo, and the floodgate of my memory will open automatically. On that day, Wan Li was clear, and our family came to Qiandao Lake with the school tour group.

There are beautiful scenery, birds and flowers, and many small islands. We came to the "Lock Island" and saw countless small "heart locks".

People are locking messages and pinning their good feelings. Let's move on.

Wow! There is a big lock here! Although this kind of lock is very similar to our common lock in appearance, it is extremely huge-hundreds of times larger than the usual lock! While introducing, the tour guide pointed to a nearby place and said that there stood a key, and whoever could turn it could open the lock. Dad's curiosity came up. He went to the big key and mentioned the guy with difficulty. He really opened this huge lock, and we all cheered ... We walked for a while, and suddenly, a huge stone carp appeared on the roadside! A closer look reveals that it is a carp-shaped lock! I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it, and pestered my mother to help me take a photo with the "big carp".

This is my favorite photo, and I will cherish it in the long river of memory forever.

10. I was tidying up my room on Sunday, and I happened to see the photo album at home, so I just flipped through it. Looking at the photo album, I seem to see the good old days. My eyes are fixed on a photo of our family, which is a very ordinary photo.

This photo was taken in Wan Yu last summer when my parents took me on a trip to Lianyungang. The three of us are very happy in the photo, because we all just played in the stream and my coat got wet because of playing with water. I just took off my coat and became very fit. In this way, a photo is frozen. It's common to other students, but it may be precious to me. Because my father is ill and very serious, he lives in the hospital now. He needs a lot of medicine and blood transfusion every day to maintain his life, but he is still very weak. When I went to see my father, I saw that his face was pale and his hands were blue with water. My mother told me that my father was dangerous, and I was really worried. Having lost my father in this way, maybe there will never be a family so happy to take a family photo together again.

I remember when I was a child, my broad back was soaked with sweat when my father was ill and bought me oranges. My father took me to fly a kite on the Huaihe River embankment, my father held my hand when traveling, my father's encouragement and care when I failed in the exam, and my weak eyes when my father was ill. This ordinary photo, in my mind, is like an unforgettable shot on the film, recording the happiness and happiness of our family at that time.

I hope my father's illness will get better, and I hope there will always be such a forgotten scene in my life.