Junior one photo composition

In our daily life, we often see the figure of composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following are the photos I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Photo composition 1 When I am alone, I like to look through old photo albums, which record my joys and sorrows, as well as the story of my growth. Occasionally, a yellow photo caught my eye, which quickly came back to my mind.

This is a photo of kindergarten, when I was in a small class. There are 32 people in it, and I am the fifth from the left in the third row. We are all too young in the photo, and the teacher has made great efforts to make us all take good photos.

Although everyone stood there honestly, they seemed to have done their own thing. Some squint at 45 degrees to the left, with vests in their mouths; Some people look down at their feet; There is a turning point to look behind; There are also people who hug the necks of people who go to the front. Seeing such a bad scene, both teachers showed helpless expressions. In this way, everyone completed this boring photo shoot.

In this photo, some are familiar to me and some are unfamiliar to me. We went through three years together, and it was a wonderful time. At that time, we were all naive, full of innocence and laughter. We will be drowned by the teacher's spit because of talking in class; We will raise our hands again and again for the delicious "colorful rice"; We will play mom and dad and the baby together.

Do you remember? The red cross and smiling face in your exercise book; Do you remember? The sweetness of the popsicle grandpa bought for you after school; Do you remember? Innocent laughter when you play chicken with eagles; Do you remember? Seeing the black cat sheriff is a tune you once hummed; Do you remember? There are traces of your sliding on the slide; Do you remember? Everything in kindergarten.

Times have changed, and things have changed. When I set foot on the kindergarten road, the trees on both sides of the road have been sawed down, and the houses on both sides of the road no longer exist, and the kindergarten at the end of the road has become an empty house. Although the kindergarten is gone, I will still quietly look at the road under the setting sun, the road I have walked for three years.

This photo was taken in the winter when I was ten years old. At first glance, snow became the only background in the photo. The most striking thing in the photo is a little boy who lost his balance and was about to fall. And this thing that made the little boy lose his balance turned out to be a snowball the size of a football, which was buckled on the boy's head. Others may laugh when they see this photo, but I will blush when I see this photo. Because the embarrassing boy in the photo is me.

It was snowing that day. My parents and I took a leisurely walk in the snowy neighborhood. Naughty little snowflakes fall from the sky from time to time and fall on my head and shoulders. I looked at the snow everywhere and an idea popped into my mind. I am happy to say to my mother, "Mom, let's have a snowball fight!" " Mom also nodded: "well, let you and your father PK!" " "

The game has started. I quickly built a protective wall, struggled to make snow into chunks behind the wall, and then pressed the chunks into snowballs. Soon, I made a pile of snowballs. I was sitting in the snow, and before I had a rest, my father began to have an attack. Snowballs came at me everywhere. I dodged and threw snowballs at my father.

After playing for a while, I was lying on the ground, panting heavily. Dad saw that I was exhausted and sat on the snowdrift watching my mobile phone. I ignored my father, picked up a big snowball and threw it at the treetops above my father's head. The treetops shook violently a few times, and all the snow on the trees fell right on my father. Dad became a veritable "snowman".

Dad is very angry. He grabbed a snowball the size of a football from the ground and threw it at me with both hands. The snowball "exploded" just above my head. And the mother on the side just seized this moment.

A photo is a story, and an album contains hundreds of stories. These stories are all memories of my childhood, and I cherish them very much.

A photo has a story, and a photo also has a story.

This is a photo taken on my seventh birthday.

In my vague memory, on the night of my birthday, I invited my two cousins: Ying Nai and Ying Yi, another cousin: Jun, and a female classmate: Yan Er. Four people came to my home for my birthday party. At that time, my parents and I, as well as she (he), were sitting. I don't know which naughty boy said, "It seems that there is no atmosphere!" Make a little fun! "KINOMOTO SAKURA is an optimistic girl, and she also thinks that there is no atmosphere. When she saw people who were "like-minded" with her, she immediately became interested and said, "Good! How about ... well, let's put cream on the birthday girl's face! Take a picture of her ugly face! " "good!" The three of them said with one voice. It was over as soon as I saw it. I don't want to be a frosty Xiaohua Mall! There was a trace of horror in her eyes, and Sakura said naughtily, "I want to take a bear picture of this birthday girl!" " As soon as they touched the words, they touched a finger of cream from the cake. 、

As soon as I saw it, I was in a bad state and immediately ran to the living room. Who knows, itis "this small figure, like a" time bomb ",was blocked at the door of the living room. I was cornered and had to cover my poor face with my little hand. Unexpectedly, my strength is not as big as my sister's, so Yan Yan found the opportunity. First, I touched a mark on my face. "Transform" me immediately. When she became Xiaohua Mall, enghish said, "Aunt, uncle, shoot quickly. Hurry up! "My God!" Don't shoot! "I am eager to cover my face with my hands. Unfortunately, my mother has already taken pictures. Left a deep memory on me.

A photo contains a short story. Without photos, there is no story, no color.

Photo composition 4 On the first day of the first day, I silently lamented that time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The eyes around the mountain stared at the photos on the table and cabinet, and their eyes glazed over and slowly walked to Zhou Gui's side. Standing on tiptoe, holding the desktop in one hand, she took out the photos from the cabinet of the female prime minister.

After the heavy rain, the color of the earth changed after the rain cleared, but the color of the only unwashed photo contains a lot of joy and sadness behind each photo. Photos freeze the time of a certain moment in the world and taste the present past.

After writing the topic at the airport, I finally ushered in a weak but dazzling sunshine. The flowers and plants that have just been baptized by wind and rain in the flower bed are full of vitality at the moment. Some water in the playground bottle is stored in the broken tile pit, and the sunlight is reflected on the golden water surface. The blue sky and pure white clouds are full of fresh air, and everything feels so beautiful.

My alma mater, where I lived for six years, is too familiar. In the face of leaving my alma mater, my heart is still full of disappointment, but in any case, we will face parting after all. In the afternoon, I want a photo of graduation photo drawing a happy ending to primary school life.

Although we often verbally say that it is good to go to junior high school and graduate immediately, in fact, each of us knows that we are duplicitous. We have lined up neatly since we were born, and the pace is no longer catching up, but Fan's feet are recovering. Every step we take, we spend less time together.

When our classmates stood in a row in order, the girls squatted in front, the teacher was full, and three typesetters squatted in four rows, holding their heads high. The photographer shouted "Look at the camera, one, two, three" and pressed the button to freeze everyone's face on the photo.

The students forced a smile on their faces and took it off instead of tears in their eyes, but the students all looked at each other and were forced by Yang Jie, the head of Xijiang River. Pour away your tears and comfort each other.

I forgot the photo for a long time, and finally I couldn't bear to put it back. Now I am full of sadness. The photo recorded us who were naive, lovely and naive at that time.

There is a light rain in the air. I like to look through the photo album and recall the past at this time. It's not pleasant, but I think raindrops are flying in the memory sky just like the past, which makes people relive the ups and downs of the past. Open the photo album, many photos appear in front of my eyes, each one is warm. Just because they are all true portrayal of the past.

One of them is deeply engraved in my mind, and it still lingers despite the impact and wear of rain and waves. Perhaps in many photos, no one can find its difference, but in my heart, it is unique because it has a story that I can't forget so far.

I am about two years old in the photo, with two braids, watery eyes and crystal tears hanging on my face. Looking at this old photo, I can't help wondering when this happened. So I ran to ask my mother. My mother smiled at the photo and told me the story contained in this old photo.

On a sunny day, my parents and I went to the park. Naughty, accidentally fell. After I fell to the ground, tears rolled in my eyes. But at that time, my parents didn't come to help me. My dad just said calmly, it's okay, get up by yourself. I sat on the ground stupidly and saw that my parents didn't come to help me. I cried. Slowly, I stood up carefully, but I still cried. This scene happened to be photographed by my mother.

Looking at this matter now, I won't feel sad and wronged again. I also understand this behavior of my parents, and it is this behavior of my parents that makes me stronger and more independent in the face of difficulties in the future.

Looking at this old photo, I can't help laughing.

Sixty-six years ago, on the morning when the sun just rose in Shanghai, my parents took a group photo with this beautiful building in front of the Oriental Pearl.

At that time, my mother didn't have so many freckles and her skin was whiter and thinner. Wearing a skirt that I have never seen her wear. The mother in the photo exudes soothing vitality. And this kind of vitality is different from dad's "youth" at that time. This is youth! Such a mother snuggles up to such a father, with her fingers clasped. Tell people their happiness and happiness silently.

The rising sun was covered by the Oriental Pearl, but the ubiquitous sunshine covered both sides of the Oriental Pearl and the ground in Shanghai. And parents smile and bathe in the sunshine, which does not violate.

When I put it down gently and turned to ask my father with a white silk on his temple, I thought, how time flies and how wide my fingers are. In a blink of an eye, the cherry is red, the banana is green, and my parents are old. My father looked at me in a trance and said slowly, "That photo was taken when I was working in Shanghai. At that time, we were young and didn't know anything. At that time, we just wanted to: regardless of natural disasters and man-made disasters, we just wanted to hold your mother's hand and walk with white hair. "

Speaking of which, my father's tone has heard what he is trying to hide, but he can still hear that kind of joy and that kind of happy memories.

Yes, sometimes when my father looks at the thinner wrinkles and longer white hair in the mirror, he will laugh happily when he thinks of the past years, so he will not be sad!

I looked at my father doubtfully and seemed to understand something, but it was only "seems". I have never experienced that period of love, and I am still too young.

So, I turned and put him in the drawer, locked it and let it stay there quietly for ten or twenty years. When I have white hair and really miss my youth, I will take it out and have a look. Maybe there will be another taste.

Photos, composition 7 …

1937 August 28th is an unforgettable day. The Japanese devils committed heinous crimes in Shanghai. They wantonly bombed the Shanghai Railway Station. It was noon at that time, and the refugees were crowded at the railway station, ready to leave Shanghai, which was about to go to war. Mao Mao's parents, with their lovely puppies, Mao Mao and Doudou, are also going to take a train to take refuge in grandma's house in the countryside. As soon as the train arrived at the station, the plane screeched in the air. Suddenly, the harsh air defense alarm sounded, and the frightened people fled in panic. But it was too late, the bomb exploded around them and the building collapsed instantly. The overpass was blown in two, and the railway station was riddled with bullets, filled with smoke and corpses everywhere. There were cries and screams everywhere. K ugly.

In order to protect Mao Mao, Mao Mao's parents were killed by Japanese devils. Poor Mao Mao sat by the ruins, crying for his parents, but he broke his throat and no one answered him. "Doudou" came out of nowhere and trembled with fear. It saw its little master and soon fell into Mao Mao's arms. Mao Mao hugged Doudou tightly for fear that it would leave him. Now he only has Doudou to live with him.

Later, Mao Mao was adopted by an orphanage, and so was the lucky Doudou. It has always been with Mao Mao, and Mao Mao will never forget the crimes committed by Japanese devils that day.

How many innocent lives have been taken away by the war, how many families have been broken, and how many children have no books to read and no schools to go to. We are now living in a peaceful era, but we will never forget today when martyrs exchanged their blood. I will always remember that poor Mao Mao and his lovely dog Doudou.

Everyone has a photo, and I am no exception. Look, the "Big Mac" on the wall is mine. In the photo, I was shivering in the refrigerator with an ice cream in my hand. I remember/kloc-in the summer when I was 0/8 years old, it was so hot that birds disappeared everywhere during the day, and it was very hot in the cool shade. I rushed into the house panting from the outside. Sweat slipped from my face and hit my clothes soaked with sweat. I picked up the ice cream in my hand and tore open the packaging bag. My whole face was wrinkled into a bitter gourd face in an instant, and the ice cream was half melted. What should I do? I remember that my mother usually keeps fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. It is said that they can be frozen to keep fresh. I can't help but shine at the moment. I can put the ice cream in and freeze it. I rushed to the refrigerator, the machine I had been coveting for a long time. As soon as I opened the refrigerator door, the cold wind made me feel like I was in a world of ice and snow, and the heat on my body had already disappeared without a trace.

I put the ice cream in the refrigerator and closed the refrigerator door, and the cool feeling disappeared again. Soon, I was sweating again. I crept to the bedroom door and looked inside. There was no one there. I secretly rejoiced, rushed to the front of the refrigerator like a broken arrow, opened the refrigerator like a hungry tiger, and enjoyed the cool wind. Looking at the ice cream, it seems to have taken shape, but it is a bit strange. I just sat in the refrigerator and licked my ice cream. As if I felt cold, unknown liquid slowly flowed out of my nose. When I was eating ice cream, I swished my nose back. I was absorbed in all this, but I didn't know anyone had come in. Click, this moment is fixed in the photo.

Photos, recording laughter and childlike interest, will still be in stitches for the laughter at that time when they are seen many years later.

Photo composition 9 On the first day of junior high school, there were some old photos under the transparent mirror on grandma's desk. There is an old black-and-white photo that has turned yellow, and the corners are a little broken. It's a young girl about 20 years old. My aunt told me that this was taken by my grandmother in her office. According to my calculation, this photo is nearly 40 years ago. For more than 40 years, it is a miracle that it has survived countless migrations, ups and downs, and countless spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The reason why I can't believe that it's my grandmother in the photo is because this girl is so beautiful. In order to take good care of the whole family, grandma is not afraid of hardship and fatigue, and has been busy working every day. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Today, 40 years later, grandma's shiny black hair is now dry and sparse, and there are still gray hairs that can't be hidden. Grandma's gentle and slender hands became rough. Changed, changed, everything changed, grandma's beautiful face changed with the passage of time, and her selfless love for her family became stronger and stronger with the extension of time.

After grandma retired, she could have lived comfortably in the next life. But she's taking her grandchildren again. My brother and I both grew up with my grandmother. In winter, grandma always washes our clothes with cold water. When the wind blows, her hands will bleed a lot. Grandma always prepares delicious meals for our family, no matter how hard she works.

Grandma is old, but she cooks for our family every day. Although grandma is very hard, she still has no complaints and is willing to contribute to our family. Let's wish this kind and kind grandmother good health, peace and happiness every day!

Photo 10 It has no gorgeous appearance, but it is the most beautiful. It can hold everyone's things and have good memories. It's just a yellow photo.

A thin photo, however, is square, without more decoration, only the yellow color of the photo, but also full of many memories.

Who would have thought that 12 years would be quiet, as if for an instant. Primary school career ended successfully.

Sitting in front of the bed, humming leisurely, looking around the familiar things with your eyes. Suddenly, wandering eyes gathered on the counter with a photo. I walked over, holding the counter with one hand and taking the photo from the counter with the other. But it was too high, so I had to stand on tiptoe and take the photo down and hug it. Carefully identify the people above with your fingers. Familiar faces caught my eye. As if it were yesterday. Familiar scenes remind me of my alma mater.

I remember this scene as if it were yesterday. It was an afternoon after a rainy day, and it rained for several days. Grandpa sun finally stopped hiding naughty, but radiated light and shone on us. Rain accumulated in the potholes. Reflect light. We are breathing fresh air. The mood is getting better little by little.

In the afternoon, when filming "graduation photo", we lined up the neatest team ever, and the pace was not as fast as before. The leader walked slowly. It seems that every step we take, we will spend less time together for one second.

Come here, let's stop and wait. We are no longer a group of chirping birds discussing. Like silence.

It's our turn Let's put on our faces and masks full of smiles. After taking the photos, we took off our masks in disguise. Instead, it is a mask full of sadness. We stayed together and comforted each other.

The appearance of the photo is just a small piece of paper, but it carries many beautiful and sad memories. And this photo added a happy ending to my primary school career.

Photo composition 1 1 New Year's Day passes like water, and the lost time is like the notes on the keys, which can't be dispersed for a long time. Occasionally turn over exquisite photo albums and snicker at the innocence of the past.

Turning and turning, there is a photo that reminds me of infinite memories. Isn't that the little girl in the photo who is tanned and shiny? But why is my expression so frightened? Why do I clench my fist?

Suddenly, my thoughts flew to the summer vacation of the third grade. On that day, I went to Hong Kong Disneyland with my grandmother and mother. We came to a large entertainment facility, which is shaped like a parachute. Looking at the big umbrella that went up and down, I couldn't help itching, so I pushed my mother to line up. Finally, it's our turn. My sister and I excitedly found a seat, quickly fastened our seat belts and couldn't wait for the game to start.

It's finally started. Our parachute is slowly rising. I don't think it's dangerous at all Just up and down! I just thought about it, but I didn't expect it to rise and fall quickly. This sudden attack caught me off guard and scared me to close my eyes. In this way, after several cycles, its speed is getting faster and faster. Look at the rapidly shrinking people and things. I was so scared that I closed my eyes, clenched my fists with my hands and my teeth trembled. But my sister is humming a song leisurely, which is completely different from mine. I tried to calm myself down and open my hands and eyes, but my teeth kept fighting. Alas, I smiled bitterly in my heart: "I really asked for it!" At this point, my mother snapped at us crazily with a camera. Oh, my expression must be ugly. After several rounds, its speed gradually slowed down until it finally stopped. I broke out in a cold sweat when I got off the parachute. I was still shocked when my mother showed me the photos.

Now I can't help laughing when I recall the past with photos. I laughed at my stupid and happy days. Every photo accumulated in my life brings me endless memories and endless happiness. I really hope that life will always be fixed in those happy photos.

Photo composition 12 an old room, no lock, no one, only a nostalgic photo hanging in the middle of the wall; In the photo, there is no rich forest, no wonderful performance, only three cheerful smiles, which are very eye-catching; This smiling face is not hypocritical or pretentious, but with infinite warmth. ...

When I stepped into the old house and looked at this photo, I smiled, but this photo is far beyond my memory. Where is the scene in the photo? What are we doing there? When was that? Immersed in many questions ...

I can't wait, I'll find my mother and ask her all the secrets about this photo. ...

Mother sat down to talk kindly.

When you were only 4 years old, your father and I decided to take you to the zoo to broaden your knowledge and let you see the animal world, the colorful world and the bright future of life!

We took you and your cousin to Guangzhou Zoo! There are gorgeous peacocks, strong elephants, mighty tigers ... and a glittering goldfish at the end. Where you can't walk, your father and I will squat down and carry you.

You are so lazy! After a long journey, I can walk, but I'm tired. As a result, your father and I walked the whole zoo behind your back. Haha, it's really hard to remember, but at that time I remembered that nothing mattered as long as it was good for you, so I went all over the zoo.

Looking at the photos, everything seems to come back to my mind: fishing goldfish with my cousin at the fish pond, feeding bananas to monkeys, urging pride like peacocks and so on.

Gently, I took the photo off the wall and looked at it as if I saw the most important thing in the whole world. ...

Every time I open the photo album, I will see my favorite photos. Because it records my happy time.

In the photo, I, dressed in yellow, stood on a huge boat, clutching the railing in one hand and grinning. At this time, my father seized this beautiful moment and took this photo.

It was a day in the summer vacation. My father and I came to Qiandao Lake to play. The mountains and rivers here depend on people: the water is clear and transparent, like a huge emerald. The color is intoxicating, and there are probably mountain springs to bathe it, and aquatic plants to rub it. There are ripples on the water, and sometimes there are some naughty water dolls dancing around me. The mountains stand tall, surrounded by green. The clouds around the mountains covered the whole mountain with a thin veil, like a shy little girl, but it stood upright, like a brave soldier. One by one, their feet are next to their feet and their shoulders are next to their shoulders, as if they were their own brothers. It really deserves to be called Qiandao Lake.

We arrived at the first island by boat. I heard that this island was once flooded. From the island and the boat, it is another kind of scenery: towering green trees can be seen everywhere, which decorate the island with green; It is also them who make the air on the island exceptionally fresh; They made the island look like a virgin forest.

Climb up again, cross the stream, cross the bridge and come halfway up the mountain. At this time, I was tired and thirsty. Suddenly, an antique teahouse appeared in front of me. Ah! It's like sending charcoal in the snow. People are so thoughtful. ...

I can't forget the journey that day. It's all in my memory, in this photo!

Photo 14 There is a photo in front of my desk. Don't underestimate it. This is my brave testimony.

Last summer vacation, my parents took me and my friend Xiaoming to Guangzhou Changlong Ocean Park. As soon as you enter the door, you can see the roller coaster whizzing overhead, and the screams quickly pass by your ears. I'm usually fearless, afraid to ride this roller coaster. I don't want to play such a dangerous game

But my father bought two tickets for Xiaoming and me without my consent. I know, he wants to exercise my courage. Isn't that too much? But Xiao Ming stood by and it was hard to lose face. So, I pretended to be dizzy and leaned aside. Time to get in the car. Xiao Ming happily sat on it and waved to me, but I kept hesitating. "You're not afraid to sit, are you?" This sentence touched a sore spot. Xiaoming speaks quickly. It won't take half a day for all my friends to know. If you lose anything, you can't lose face. Otherwise, how can you muddle along in the circle of friends in the future? What are you afraid of? Only a few minutes, isn't it? So, I gritted my teeth and sat next to Xiaoming.

The roller coaster began to start, and the speed gradually accelerated. I vaguely heard the wind whistling. Suddenly, the roller coaster quickly rushed to the top of the loop and then swooped down. In just a few seconds, my little heart almost jumped out. After repeating this several times, I screamed with others. Sitting in the car, I feel like I'm flying out. My hands are clenched and I dare not relax.

The bus finally stopped and I froze in my seat for a long time before I came to my senses. After getting off the bus, I felt a little weak in my legs, but fortunately, I finally survived. Look at Xiaoming again. He is not much better. He turned pale and I couldn't help laughing. Just then, my mother pressed the shutter and recorded this moment.

This is the story behind that photo.

Photo 15 20xx That photo was taken in June, and six years have passed. In these six years, we have experienced a lot together. Students don't know if you still remember the once brilliant 6 1 class?

How time flies! We are both in Grade Two. When we sat at our desks and saw that photo, I couldn't help thinking of our short six years ... When we saw graduation photo, everyone smiled happily. In fact, we all know that we faked that brilliant smile, and no one wants to leave regrets at the end of these six years. "Am I glorious? Pupils, I stand under the national flag and solemnly swear ... "We stand under the national flag and swear:" Come on! Come on! Pass him, hahaha! Our class is the first again "in the sports meeting for six consecutive years, the total score is the first in Class 61, which is an effort that never gives up." ""Sorry, teacher, we were wrong. Don't talk in class next time, and make sure you pass the math exam next time. "At that time, we made the teacher angry. We went to the office to apologize to the teacher and wrote a letter of guarantee that we would pass the math next time. But, in the end, we got more than ten points ... When I saw graduation photo, I cried. I think you are the same. Miss our 6 1 class and what happened in our primary school. Unfortunately, we couldn't go back, leaving this photo, which reminded us of innocent memories at that time.

After graduation, we are both in Grade Two. At present, the most important thing for us is to study hard and get into a good high school, so that we won't leave regrets in this life. It is said that there will be a beautiful meeting after parting. I hope that when we meet again, we have finished our original dream and have a wonderful life!

Don't forget your innovative spirit, so that you can achieve your ultimate goal. May time grow old and we will never leave! Looking at that photo, I silently wish you … look forward to our future!