Write an essay while looking at photos

1. Look at the pictures and write an essay (300 words)

Mother’s love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; maternal love is like continuous drizzle, gently beating Your face nourishes your heart; maternal love is like a furnace in winter, giving you heart-warming sunshine in the harsh winter.

I remember when I was young, one winter, the weather was very cold. My father was on a business trip, and my mother had to take care of both the store's business and me.

However, my mother didn’t let me go out to play and told me to stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But being disobedient, I sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early hours of the night, I developed a high fever. My mother was frightened. You said that my father was not here, and it was only me and my mother, and we encountered this. What should I do? My mother immediately carried me to the hospital.

It was pitch dark on the road. I was so scared that I called my mother. My mother said: "Lulu, don't be afraid, lie on your mother's back and we will be there."

Arrived at the emergency room of the hospital I met the doctor in the room. The doctor took my temperature and found that the fever was 41 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother: "How did you become a mother? Why did you send your child to me with such a fever? He must be hospitalized." , hurry up and go through the hospitalization procedures!" My mother just said silently: "Yes."

But maternal love can also be harsh when it comes to my studies. Relax. It was in the first semester of fifth grade, and I scored 76 on the English test.

When I handed the paper to my mother uneasily, and when my mother saw the score, she walked to the bedroom alone without saying a word and closed the door with a "squeak". I couldn't bear it anymore, so I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother crying and said, "Mom, please hit me! Please hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future."

Mom said with tears in her eyes: "Lulu, Mom won't beat you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead in the future and be a person who contributes to the country, you must be down-to-earth and take one step at a time. Start now and study hard! "Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love.

Mothers protect their children throughout their lives, and silently guide their children’s direction behind their backs. Is our mother's love for us something we can ever repay? Just like: "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light."

Great maternal love As the saying goes, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is the clothes on the body of a wanderer..." Maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God sent you an angel who will always be by your side. Her name is mom.

When I was in the first grade, my father worked out of town and my mother worked as a class teacher in a middle school. She was busy with her work and often came home very late. But her love for me has not diminished at all.

I remember it was a night when "silver beans" fell from the sky. I had a cold and was recuperating at home. My mother was still giving lectures to the students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly developed a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot.

And my mother just dragged her tired body back home. When she saw that I had a high fever, she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There was not a single pedestrian on the street, not a car, only my mother’s thin body. The figure shuttles in the rain. A gust of cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seemed to notice something.

She took me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, he ran to the hospital quickly.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn’t even take a breath, she held me in her arms to register, give me injections, and give me infusions. I kept crying during the injection, so my mother held my hand, leaned into my ear and whispered to me: "My dear daughter, stop crying, my mother will always be by your side."

At that time, after hearing these words, my body seemed to be filled with power. During the infusion, my mother stayed with me day and night.

When I was hungry, she fed me. When I wanted to sleep, she told me stories. I lost for two days and two nights in one day, so my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.

My illness has healed and I have gained weight, but my mother’s eyes have become red and have dark circles, and she has also lost a lot of weight. I will definitely study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.

Fatherly love is like a mountain. My father seems to be a dull person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. In my memory, he seems to have never hugged me or said a warm word to me. As time went by, I thought my father didn't like me at all. Every time I saw him, I felt a little inexplicable "fear". Perhaps seeing the development of our father-son relationship, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgates 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 and kept walking around. When he learned that mother and son were safe, he was happy I jumped up and quickly bought some candies and melon seeds and gave them to everyone I met. Dad couldn't control his emotions. He walked into the corridor countless times and let his tears of happiness flow.

And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother was working the night shift, and my father took me to play in the newly built stadium. At that time, the lights in the square had not been installed yet, but people who came to exercise But there were so many. As soon as I arrived at the edge of the stadium, I rushed into the sea of ??people like an arrow. My father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear him, fearing that he would restrict my freedom. After I played to my heart's content for a while, I realized that my dad was not with me. I suddenly felt a little scared. I knew that the trouble was serious and I was worried about bad guys. I didn't dare to call dad, so I suppressed the fear and groped back. When I got home, my father hadn't come back yet, and I knew that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sat in a dark corner of the building.

I don’t know how much time passed before I saw my father limping over with his shoes in hand, his face full of anxiety. I thought: This time my grumpy father will definitely beat me hard. . After my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice: "Don't run so fast when you go out to play again. When adults call you, you must agree immediately. Do you understand?" I nodded. Head, when my father put me down, I discovered that there was a lot of blood on my father's feet. I knew that in order to find me, my father dragged his injured leg for an unknown distance and even bruised his feet.

Now that I think about it and experience it carefully, I realize that my father also loves me deeply, but he just keeps his love deep in his heart. Father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and accompanied me as I grew up.

Father's love is like a mountain. I have wanted to write an article for my father for a long time, but I have never started writing it. 2. Look at the pictures and write an essay (300 words)

Mother’s love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; maternal love is like continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and moisturizing your body. In my heart; maternal love is like a furnace in winter, giving you sunshine that warms your heart in the harsh winter.

I remember when I was young, one winter, the weather was very cold. My father was on a business trip, and my mother had to take care of both the store's business and me.

However, my mother didn’t let me go out to play and told me to stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But being disobedient, I sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early hours of the night, I developed a high fever. My mother was frightened. You said that my father was not here, and it was only me and my mother, and we encountered this. What should I do? My mother immediately carried me to the hospital.

It was pitch dark on the road. I was so scared that I called my mother. My mother said: "Lulu, don't be afraid, lie on your mother's back and we will be there."

Arrived at the emergency room of the hospital I met the doctor in the room. The doctor took my temperature and found that the fever was 41 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother: "How did you become a mother? Why did you send your child to me with such a fever? He must be hospitalized." , hurry up and go through the hospitalization procedures!" My mother just said silently: "Yes."

But maternal love can also be harsh. When it comes to my studies, my mother never relaxes. It was in the first semester of fifth grade, and I scored 76 on the English test.

When I handed the paper to my mother uneasily, and when my mother saw the score, she walked to the bedroom alone without saying a word and closed the door with a "squeak". I couldn't bear it anymore, so I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother crying and said, "Mom, please hit me! Please hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future."

Mom said with tears in her eyes: "Lulu, Mom won't beat you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead in the future and be a person who contributes to the country, you must be down-to-earth and take one step at a time. Start now and study hard! "Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love.

Mothers protect their children throughout their lives, and silently guide their children’s direction behind their backs. Is our mother's love for us something we can ever repay? Just like: "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light."

Great maternal love As the saying goes, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is the clothes on the body of a wanderer..." Maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God sent you an angel who will always be by your side. Her name is mom.

When I was in the first grade, my father worked out of town and my mother worked as a class teacher in a middle school. She was busy with her work and often came home very late. But her love for me has not diminished at all.

I remember it was a night when "silver beans" fell from the sky. I had a cold and was recuperating at home. My mother was still giving lectures to the students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly developed a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot.

And my mother just dragged her tired body back home. When she saw that I had a high fever, she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There was not a single pedestrian on the street, not a car, only my mother’s thin body. The figure shuttles in the rain. A gust of cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seemed to notice something.

She took me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, he ran to the hospital quickly.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn’t even take a breath, she held me in her arms to register, give me injections, and give me infusions.

I kept crying during the injection, so my mother held my hand, leaned into my ear and whispered to me: "My dear daughter, stop crying, my mother will always be by your side."

At that time, after hearing these words, my body seemed to be filled with power. During the infusion, my mother stayed with me day and night.

When I was hungry, she fed me. When I wanted to sleep, she told me stories. I lost for two days and two nights in one day, so my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.

My illness has healed and I have gained weight, but my mother’s eyes have become red and have dark circles, and she has also lost a lot of weight. I will definitely study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.

Fatherly love is like a mountain. My father seems to be a dull person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. In my memory, he seems to have never hugged me or said a warm word to me. As time went by, I thought my father didn't like me at all. Every time I saw him, I felt a little inexplicable "fear". Perhaps seeing the development of our father-son relationship, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgates 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 and kept walking around. When he learned that mother and son were safe, he was happy I jumped up and quickly bought some candies and melon seeds and gave them to everyone I met. Dad couldn't control his emotions. He walked into the corridor countless times and let his tears of happiness flow.

And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother was working the night shift, and my father took me to play in the newly built stadium. At that time, the lights in the square had not been installed yet, but people who came to exercise But there were so many. As soon as I arrived at the edge of the stadium, I rushed into the sea of ??people like an arrow. My father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear him, fearing that he would restrict my freedom. After I played to my heart's content for a while, I realized that my dad was not with me. I suddenly felt a little scared. I knew that the trouble was serious and I was worried about bad guys. I didn't dare to call dad, so I suppressed the fear and groped back. When I got home, my father hadn't come back yet, and I knew that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sat in a dark corner of the building.

I don’t know how much time passed before I saw my father limping over with his shoes in hand, his face full of anxiety. I thought: This time my grumpy father will definitely beat me hard. . After my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice: "Don't run so fast when you go out to play again. When adults call you, you must agree immediately. Do you understand?" I nodded. Head, when my father put me down, I discovered that there was a lot of blood on my father's feet. I knew that in order to find me, my father dragged his injured leg for an unknown distance and even bruised his feet.

Now that I think about it and experience it carefully, I realize that my father also loves me deeply, but he just keeps his love deep in his heart. Father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and accompanied me as I grew up.

Father's love is like a mountain. I have wanted to write an article for my father for a long time, but I have never started writing it. 3. Look at photos or pictures to write an essay

The Nalati Grassland, located in Xinyuan County, Ili Kazakh Autonomous Prefecture, is a subalpine meadow plant area and one of the four largest grasslands in the world. It has been a famous pasture since ancient times. , here, streams are flowing, rivers are crisscrossing, springs are gushing, spruce trees are dense, flowers are blooming, grass is like grass, the breeze is blowing, and pastoral songs are melodious.

People can’t help but think of an ancient poem: Overlapping mountains, winding roads. Tintin, dong, dong, spring, trees high and low.

After June every year, herdsmen’s grassland events are mostly held here. The combination of beautiful grassland scenery and local Kazakh folk customs makes Nalati Grassland a famous tourist resort in Xinjiang. There is a grassland in the Ili River Valley on the northern Silk Road where the sun is accessible. Archaeological discoveries show that the birthplace of the Eurasian grassland civilization is here... The record of the Han Dynasty when it opened up the Western Regions is Luyuan, which extends to "The Waterways of the Western Regions". There are "several springs gushing out and forming rivers here. There are many deer there, and the proverb is called Deer Circle."

From a bird's-eye view, the grassland is gently undulating, dotted with yurts, and the herds of livestock are moving in the clouds. In the Qing Dynasty, Naratiduo was translated as Narat (meaning sun in Uyghur language).

Here, someone covered the camera lens with suspicion and said: "I don't believe it snows in Tianshan Mountains in June - the flowers bloom so brightly." I laughed, only by experiencing it can I understand what is happening. The richness and changeability of mention.

The grassland is the ultimate. The grassland is like a sea of ??green with undulating waves. The felt bags are colorful sails in the waves, and the flocks of sheep and horses are rolled up waves.

The coast is made up of continuous mountain peaks, with tall Yunling cedar trees standing in rows and rows on the cliffs, guarding the grassland. Under the blue sky and white clouds of the "Swans and Swallows" grassland, dark green mountains, emerald green grasslands, and clear rivers are reflected in your eyes. There are snow in the distance, flowers nearby, fresh air, and small rivers. The chirping of birds, the white cloud-like flocks, the purple lavender soaked in the scent of grassland flowers, the snow-white Kazakh yurts, and the leisurely horses, cattle and sheep, pacing or drinking water, embellish this tranquility. world.

The grassland with "fat and thin swallows" and the dreamlike Nalati will fascinate people. It is like a musical note in the shining sunshine, with an inexplicable power that tempts you to get closer to her. , following her, but still unable to figure out her steps. You must hold a burning heart and search patiently, crossing a river. The silent flowing river passes through a forest, and the pine waves echo, as if it is as majestic as thousands of knights setting off for battle.

It will surprise you! Nalati in June is the time of "in the Mood for Love", so emerald-like that it will make you sleepwalk without even dreaming. The grassland is full of vitality, the green grass color, the green patches are connected together, and the sunny weather is bright. Walking there, the last drop of dew on the flowers and leaves in the morning will always make your blood boil, and you can't help but sing loudly: "Herd horses to the east, herd horses to the west. Herding sheep, singing passionate love songs until dawn!" Just at this moment, a sudden gust of wind rolled in with dark clouds. You don't have to be surprised at all. Nalati is like this, and she will not agree with anyone else's mood.

In an instant, large groups of dark clouds rolled down and raindrops fell. People who have nowhere to hide will look up and see that the churning dark clouds split into a crack in an instant, and the sun shines into the cracks in the clouds, shining straight down. The dark clouds of the light column are bright and sharp in the torrential rain, and a rainbow leaps across the sky. , in just a few minutes, the dark clouds disappeared without a trace.

Under the sunshine of the grassland, the sky is still infinitely high and blue; the white clouds are still light and slow, and the herdsmen’s yurts are filled with a strong fragrance of milk, making the shepherds’ dreams extremely sweet. A Picturesque Home If Nalati could be summed up in color, it would be that “the sea and the sky are green”.

The green grassland covers the earth, along the valleys, along the river banks, along the forests, along the plateaus to the horizon. It is the green Gobi, the green desert, the green sea, and the grassland empire. The hula-la hunting flag is the green melody of thousands of galloping horses... In the eyes of cattle and sheep, grassland is their lifeline. Tolerance, humility, honesty, generosity, simplicity, affability, hardship, hard work and simplicity are the character of grass. The snow kisses the blue sky, the mist surrounds the pine forest, the mountains are stacked, the green grass is refreshing, the birds are flying and the butterflies are dancing, the cattle and sheep are leisurely, the true, kind and beautiful artistic conception of carrying the clear rivers and springs as jade pendants, and wearing the snow-capped spruce as neon clothes, the deep feeling in the soul Shock can only be found in the spiritual home of Nalati Grassland.

The sunset on the grassland, the sunrise on the forest sea, the romantic mountain flowers, and the galloping horses are the location of the nomadic palace of the past grassland empire, the epitome of Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall, the legend of Snow Lotus’s hometown, and the beginning of a winter fairy tale. Good times are always short-lived, and soon the sky turns into a deep blue canvas full of stars.

However, the night in Nalati is even more fascinating than the day. Around the bright bonfire, under the leadership of the old shaman, we danced the passionate traditional Kazakh tap dance, the cross step full of modern fashion, and the noble and elegant minuet.

Regardless of whether the dance is graceful or not, we are all unrestrained and free, dancing away all the unsatisfactory things in life and dancing away all the clouds in our hearts. This is Nalati. Once you have been here, you will feel that it is the most beautiful place in the world. Everything about this boudoir, jade, and poetic homeland has just begun! Comments (0) 951. 4. How to write the beginning and end of an essay by looking at photos

Opening Tip 1: Use rhetoric skillfully and write brilliantly.

Skillful use of metaphors, parallelism, personification, questions and other rhetorical techniques can make the beginning of the article vivid, powerful, blending scenes, and poetic and picturesque. Citing classics and references to enhance literary talent. Cleverly quoting ancient poems, quotes from famous people, lyrics, proverbs, sayings, or profound and penetrating discussions by predecessors can save a lot of pen and ink, make your literary talent flourish, and get twice the result with half the effort.

Tip 3: Create suspense and introduce topics. Everyone is curious, especially those who love reading literary works. When you set up a lot of suspense at the beginning of your article to arouse people's curiosity, your article has undoubtedly been more than half successful.

That is: arouse the reader's curiosity at the beginning. Ending technique - natural conclusion. Regardless of the style of the article, after expressing the content, it naturally concludes the text without designing profound philosophical sentences or carving out rich symbolic shapes. Such an ending is called The "natural ending".

Tip 2: Echoing the beginning and the end. The ending should echo the beginning. Write a sentence that echoes the beginning without simply repeating it. This ending method is a very common way to end all kinds of articles. Technique 3: This ending method is to use concise language to clearly express the theme idea based on the content of the full text at the end of the article, or to clearly explain the purpose of the writing when the full text is about to come to an end. Therefore, this ending method is also called "the finishing touch".

Tips Four: Use famous quotes, police names, and poems to end the article, aiming to extend the article and reveal some kind of true meaning of life.

Skill 5: Lyrical argumentative style. Using lyrical argumentative style to wrap up the article can express the author's feelings, arouse readers' emotions, and arouse readers' cries, which has a strong artistic appeal.

The most important thing when looking at pictures is to use your imagination and don’t just stick to this picture. 5. A 300-word essay on your own photo

In the past, photos were a piece of paper that recorded our growth. The photos were always of one or a few people who were smiling and well-behaved. Now, photos are records. The network signal of our beautiful memories. We can look at photos anytime and anywhere without them fading or turning white due to the baptism of time. Looking at your own photos, you can recall what you were like that year and month, and what you were carrying. What kind of attitude, what kind of mood we have, in comparison, we will always sigh, it turns out that we have changed so much, grown up so much, and experienced so much. We can also see from the photos how time has changed in our lives. The traces left on the body are so clear and obvious. In other words, photos are the best witness for us to recall ourselves and reflect on ourselves. 6. Photos in your heart, a 600-word essay

How long has it been since you opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the light layer of gray on the cover, and open it, you will see the suppressed colors in the memory. Traces of time are floating on the old photos. From those yellowed photo album pages, wisps of laughter from seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine from ten years ago, the fleeting time, and the old smell floated out. Look at this old photo. Is that little girl with few hairs, dark eyes, and wearing a white tulle skirt really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not yet been renovated. Even though I was wearing a knee-length skirt, I was naughty and active, but regardless of my "ladylike image", I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the stadium with my chubby fingers and did a substandard "pull-up" , the legs look like they are kicking around in the air. Looking at this photo, the tiny fragments of my childhood are easily shaken out. I remember my father told me that when I was a child, because there was a stadium near my home, my parents often took me to the stadium to play. There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "wears a skirt and learns to shoot". As soon as I arrive at the stadium, I climb up and down around the sports equipment that is taller than me. At that time, my parents would always watch quietly from the side, grabbing a few shots from time to time and holding up the camera to "click" for a close-up. Count, one, two, three... There are many photos in the album about the joy and laughter planted in the stadium when I was young. Think about it, I was only five or six years old at that time! Fingertips flicked through the pages, and my thoughts traveled through time. The familiar smile stirred up the memories and instantly gathered them into a vast ocean. The father in the old photo is sitting on a chair and reading a book leisurely; the mother in the old photo is sitting on the golden lawn of the park under the winter sun; the old photo is me, dressed in pink, playing carefree at the beach... ...Every old photo is a testimony to the unchanging warmth of memory as the sun rises, the moon sets, and the stars change.

I think the "photo album" is not unfamiliar to everyone, right? It records many interesting things about our childhood, and also records some painful things. But whether it is painful or Happy, interesting... those photos are worthy of our memories, although they are not very sweet. Traces of time are floating on the old photos, and wisps of seven are floating out from the yellowed album pages. The laughter of years ago, the warm golden sunshine of ten years ago, the fleeting time, the old taste. 7. Write an article on the topic of "photos"

You can write about memories

Say that you looked through the photos in the drawer one day. It can be one or multiple photos.

Then you think of things in the past, such as someone you had a good relationship with when you were young. Friendship, how is it now, what are the differences? Write more articles on these. When writing, you should pay more attention to details. The things you want to write about don’t need to be big. Choose a detail that is more impressive and describe it very carefully. Finally, go back to the photo in front of you and write about your feelings and thoughts.

Or write about the photos of your parents before.

I looked at your information and you are. For Shenzhen, you can write that you picked up a photo that your parents took in Shenzhen, and then you were curious and asked your mother about the photo. Write about what your mother told you about the past. Only through hardships can we have such a happy day. Then write down what you think of what you are doing now (you can imagine it appropriately), realize that you should cherish life, and finally sublimate the theme.

When writing, keep the word "photo" throughout the text.

You can also write a photo of one of your basketball games. Suddenly, you remembered how you became obsessed with basketball at that time. What kind of conditions made you have a strong interest in it, and the efforts you put in to play it well? At the end, summarize it and say that whenever you encounter any setbacks, you will think of this photo. If you have the spirit of perseverance in basketball, you will persevere.

I hope it can be helpful to you... Come on!