A 300-word essay on a photo

A 300-word essay about a photo

Part 1: A photo I like

On the morning of the 24th of last month, My father, mother and I came to the Summer Palace in Beijing.

The scenery of the Summer Palace is so beautiful! Kunming Lake lies there quietly, like a big mirror; there are more than 8,000 colorful paintings of figures, landscapes, flowers and birds on the beams of the ten-mile long corridor, which is the longest corridor in Chinese classical gardens; the seventeen-hole bridge It is the largest bridge in the park and one of my favorite attractions. It has a beautiful shape, lying on Kunming Lake, looking from a distance, it looks like a beautiful rainbow.

I said to my father and mother: "Let's take a family photo here!"

"Okay!"

So my father went to invite me An uncle took this photo for us.

After taking the photo, my father asked me: "Do you like Beijing?"

I said: "Yes!"

Dad: "Then you You must study hard and get admitted to Peking University in the future, so that you can come and see the beautiful scenery of the Summer Palace every day!"

I said loudly: "OK".

From then on! From now on, this photo will become my goal. When I get up in the morning, I will look at my photo before going to school. I must study hard, Beijing, wait for me!

Chapter 2: A photo

This is my favorite photo.

This was taken on October 7 this year when I went to Jiyuan Monkey Mountain with my father. After watching the macaque performance, I took this photo at the performance venue with my friend Wenwen.

In the photo, I am holding a little monkey, sitting on a small stool, wearing yellow short-sleeves and blue denim trousers; the little monkey is sitting obediently on my lap, looking around; Wenwen is squatting Next to me, wearing white long sleeves and a red sundress, she was close to me, stroking the little monkey's fur with both hands; we smiled at the camera together, showing our front teeth and narrowing our eyes; but the little monkey wasn't paying attention. I looked around everywhere, and when I took the photo, I didn’t look at the camera.

I like this photo very much, because this is the first time I have held a little monkey, and it is a very cute little monkey; also, I have met another little friend, and we play together We spent a day together, very close, I like this feeling very much.

Every time I see this photo, I think of the day I played with Wenwen in Monkey Mountain, the cute movements and performances of the little monkey, and I feel happy unconsciously. I think this The most beautiful photos!

Chapter 3: A photo

I have a thick photo album at home. Whenever I have free time, I often open it and look at it. There are photos taken when I was performing in kindergarten, some taken when I celebrated birthdays in the past, and some taken when I was traveling. There is one photo I like very much.

This is a five-inch photo that I took at the beach in Qingdao in the summer. At that time, I was wearing a white sun hat, white short-sleeves and black shorts, and I was on the beach at the beach. Play on. Some people are playing "three-person sea bike" on the sea, some are driving jet skis across the sea quickly, and there is a large ship sailing on the sea in the distance. There are so many games on the sea!

At that time, I dug a hole on the beach and wanted the seawater to flow in, but after waiting for a long time, the seawater did not flow in. Why? After thinking about it carefully, oh, it turns out that the hole I dug is a bit far from the seaside, and every time the waves are about to arrive, they retreat. So, I dug a channel between the sand pit and the sea water, so that the sea water could flow in smoothly.

My parents and I both like this photo very much because it records my happy time that summer.

Chapter 4: A photo

There is a photo in my photo album that left a deep impression on me. Whenever I see it, it reminds me of many beautiful things. remember!

This photo is a photo of me and my parents in Songshan Mountain. In the photo, I am holding on to the railing, squinting, grinning at the camera, and my father is stroking my head and looking at me with a smile. In the camera, my mother is holding me in her arms, and she is the "flower" among us who smiles brightest.

Every time I see this photo, I will think of the good times when my parents and I went to Chongdu Valley, watched Longmen, climbed Songshan Mountain, and visited Shaolin. I will remember that when I was scared in Chongdugou, my father used encouraging eyes to let me move forward slowly. In the end, I defeated myself and climbed to Hero Ridge. I remember when I was in Jiguan Cave, it was very cold in the cave, and my mother put on some clothes for me to make me feel warmer. I will remember the shock that Big Brother’s martial arts performance brought to me in the Shaolin Temple. I will also think of the three-thousand-meter slide, the high-altitude crane, the steep and thrilling Songshan Mountain, etc.

Every time I think about it, I laugh, and every time I laugh, I feel very happy! I'm happy every time I'm happy, and that's the story behind some of my favorite photos.

Chapter Five: The Story of a Photo

I was flipping through the photo album when I suddenly saw an unforgettable photo. My mother saw it and said, "This is from when you were a child." Is the photo cute? "I said: "Innocent and lively." Mom said: "Let me tell you the story of this photo."

Look: there is a snowman in the photo, that is Dad and Mom. The snowman made by , empress, and sister. Let's do the body first and then the head. Watch the fat body and round head come out. We used black colored pens to draw eyes and eyebrows, and then used bottle caps to make noses. Mom cut out a red mouth from colored paper, and the cute snowman was ready. Mother was afraid that it would be cold, so she put a hat and a scarf on it.

I am one year and two months old in the photo. I really want to know what they are doing? So I kept running around, and I saw a person with white skin motionless there. I thought it was alive, so I went next to him and screamed, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, sister saw it. Everyone laughed afterwards. My mother held me in her arms, my sister stood next to me, my mother took a photo of us with the snowman, and my father stood by the wall and watched us smile. It was also taken in.

Do you think the snowman in the photo is cute, or me?