I always think of the composition in the exam in that photo

An old photo is a memory of many people. It reminds us of the happiness and gloom of the past. The following is what I have compiled. I always think of 6 words (1 selected articles) in that photo. Welcome to read! I always think of that photo. 1

When I open the photo album, a slightly yellowed old photo comes into view. The middle-aged man in the photo is holding a little girl with a flowery smile. It is such a beautiful picture, but I feel the pain like a needle.

The man in the photo is the uncle I misunderstood! That little girl, that's me Two years ago, my uncle died of illness. Looking at the familiar uncle in the photo, a line of clear tears fell down his face and dripped on the photo ...

In my memory, my uncle was very serious, and I never seemed to see his smile. I don't talk to my uncle very much either, because I think my uncle doesn't like me at all.

Until that day, I changed my view of my uncle. At dusk, I sat on a high, protruding rock and watched the sunset. The afterglow of the sunset was scattered on the earth, and it was a peaceful atmosphere, which also made me infinitely intoxicated.

The good times didn't last long. I saw the cloudless sky in Wan Li just now, but now it is overcast. My mood suddenly dropped to freezing point, and I couldn't help yelling, "What the hell weather, can't I have a good look at the beautiful scenery for a while?" As soon as the words were finished, it seemed that it began to rain on purpose, and the stone became very smooth. I tried my best not to get down.

At this moment, I was pleasantly surprised to see my uncle walking in the direction of home. When he passed me, he only glanced at me lightly and left without saying anything, even faster and faster. I wiped the rain on my face and thought: uncle really doesn't like me, so cruel uncle!

However, just as I was complaining about my uncle, a familiar figure appeared in the rain. It was my uncle! I saw my uncle walking up to me with a ladder and an unopened umbrella. "Xiaoyu, open the umbrella quickly, and then come down the ladder. I'll help you hold the ladder."

At that moment, my eyes filled with tears; At that moment, I understood everything. It turned out that uncle's love was never absent, but it was hidden deeper than others.

My thoughts came back to reality, and when I looked at the photo in front of me, tears poured out again and flowed into my mouth, so salty, so salty ...

This photo has become my most precious thing, because it carries my deep yearning for my uncle. I always think of that photo. 2

I always think of that photo, which records the joy and excitement of four people after making a cool snowman. That photo contains warm happiness, and it seems like yesterday.

The snow has finally stopped. The layers of snow are covered with transparent white hairs on the streets, trees and corners. The whole city is like a slacker, and I don't want to come out in the warm bed.

The whole city was surrounded by cold air, but our family was born to be fun, so we wouldn't surrender. My brother and I swung downstairs and then rolled on the snow, which was as soft as cotton. I sat next to a small snow pile, dug under it, kneaded it into a ball, and then threw it on the small snow pile. The small snow pile was quickly piled up by me, but the longer it was, the uglier it became.

The three of them saw me making a snowman, so they all leaned in and sat around the big snowdrift. Suddenly, the air around them warmed up. Four people smashed into a four-elephant snowdrift at a very fast speed, but when it was plastic, it became a big snowball. This snowball gave birth to a short hand under the clever design of my father, and then put on gloves, which was slightly cute. Then flatten the top of the ball to make a supporting point for the second snowball. Ten minutes later, a huge ice gourd, the snowman, was finished. No eyes, no nose and no mouth. Is that a person? Finally, I put a pair of cool eyes and a scarf on it, and then put a block red one under the second snowball as a mouth. < P > A cool and trendy snowman is finally finished. Later, we asked a passer-by to help us take a photo with the cool snowman. At the moment of "scratch", the faces of the four of us were full of smiles, and the joy of success and warm happiness were fixed on that photo. I always think of that picture.

I always think of that photo. Whenever I think of that photo, the snowman seems to be in front of me, and happiness and warmth seem to be around me. I always think of that photo. 3

An old photo is the memory of many people, which reminds us of the past happiness and the past gloom. Many people will use photos to record their growing experience, contact with others, memories of travel, changes in the environment and beautiful scenes, and take them as memories. Some people don't. Those people just need to relax their voices and don't need to remember them at all. So everyone thinks differently!

when I saw my old photos, I immediately thought of the scene of that year! I feel that time flies, and I feel that time will not "wait for people"! So at that moment, I also felt that time was a gem shining with our past and future. It suddenly occurred to me that a famous person said, "Memory is the premise of inspiration, and losing it means death."

Everyone's memory is his own private literature, and a philosopher once said, "The advantage of poor memory is a pair of beautiful things, just like meeting for the first time!" So I think time is the biggest enemy of memory! Sometimes, forgetting may make us get rid of stress, but memory can help us avoid detours! Memory makes us grow, memory makes us learn, and an old photo actually has many uses! Growth is the first step in our life, and there will be many things waiting for us in the future, so that we can no longer think of past sadness and past addiction. Memory is a reflection of past experience in the human brain and a complex mental activity.

That old photo was taken by my father before. At that time, I was still young, running around and jumping around in the garden, so happy! So my father took a "photo" for me. It was my happiest photo, so I was happy when I saw it. Think back to what's the difference between the old one and the present one. That's my old photo. I hope I can ask my father to take another one for me!

A photo is equal to a person's past. Whether it is sad or happy, it is full of past memories. The past years are unforgettable and unforgettable! It can be seen how important a photo is, how bright it is, and people can't help but want to take a look at it, which reminds people of the "scene" of that year and makes people stare! I always think of that photo. 4

When I am away from home, I always think of that photo, your canthus, your dimples and your smile. You always pull my heart, making me feel warm and not lonely.

rain, continuous; Heart, cool. The spring rain enveloped the whole town, picturesque. I lie prone in front of the window, my heart is getting colder and colder: I finally made an appointment to go out to play together, all because of the weather. "Ha ha!" My brother's hearty laughter came from the room, and I gave a "scowl" and testily brushed aside a lock of hair on my forehead.

"Sister." My brother stumbled out of the room, his face flushed, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Sister, let's play games together!" My younger brother smiled happily, with two dimples on his lips, and he was about to take my hand and walk into the house, completely unaware of how bad my face was. "Don't play!" I shook his hand hard. My younger brother was shocked by my actions. His eyes were as big as two bells. wait for a while stood quietly, instantly relieved, and smiled again. His eyes narrowed into a crack: "Sister, you must be angry because you can't go out to play with us. We can also play at home. Mom and Dad can play with me today. I am really happy!"

yes, with family company, isn't it the same everywhere?

My brother took me into the house, and my parents were waiting for us in the house. "Our family today to play when the teacher's game! I will be a teacher and you will be children. " My brother is so happy that he seems to fly, and he arranges the game characters in an orderly way. Mom and dad smiled indulgently and sat down in the "children's" seat, and I sat down obediently according to my brother's wishes. "What is 1+1? Is equal to 2, you know? " The younger brother learns from the teacher's appearance, and it is hard to help but laugh. Everyone in the room laughed, and so did the flowers on the windowsill.

afterwards, my mother showed me a photo in her mobile phone. In the photo, my brother's eyes are curved like a rainbow; Dimples are sweet and cheeks are rosy; Smile with shame, as if you had strayed into the world. Angel, radiant.

This photo is still in my mobile phone. I always think of it when I am free and tired, and my heart rhythm fluctuates. I always think of that photo. 5

Every photo is a memory, no matter sadness or joy, it is always deeply imprinted in people's minds. So, what kind of stories do they have?

In grandma's dusty cupboard, I inadvertently found such a photo: a girl in flower season was standing under an orange tree, with a sweet smile on her face, slightly curly hair and a long braided hair tied behind her head. This photo is black and white. It can be seen that it has been treasured for many years, but it still shows the warmth of the girl's smile.

I can't help wondering: "Huh? Who is the man in this photo? Somehow, I have a feeling of deja vu about this girl's smile, as if I knew her a long time ago. "

at this moment, my grandmother came in, and I looked up suddenly, as if I had seen my grandmother for the first time. I suddenly realized that my grandmother was old.

I don't know when my hair has turned a little white; I don't know when, wrinkles climbed up my cheeks; I don't know when, the delicate hands have become rough. My goodness! This is still my grandmother! Is this still the girl in the photo?

Time is ruthless. How many people have lost their beautiful years! Working day and night naturally makes grandma age quickly. She never stops working, and her face is more serious than anyone else. I still remember that time, when my grandmother was fertilizing in the field, she supported herself with one hand and spread fertilizer evenly with the other, so that these young plants absorbed enough nutrition. The sweat on her face kept rolling, but she didn't care.

well, in order to make her children live a better life and have food and clothing, she is willing to suffer and be tired again.

Look up at my dear grandmother again. I always associate her with photos. Alas, grandma is old, but she is still my favorite person. She is still the young girl in my heart. From now on, I will be more filial to my grandmother, because for us, my grandmother sacrificed herself to be a cow and a horse for us and make herself no longer young.

Now, I still think of that photo, which reminds me that my grandmother is old and I should treat her well ... I will always think of that photo. 6

In the gallery of memory, there is a most unforgettable "painting", which jumps from time to time and ripples in my heart. That's a photo that I always think of-primary school graduation photo.

Although summer is a happy and joyful season, breaking up with a group of people who have been together for six years in summer will inevitably make people feel sad. Class 6(2) exists in my heart forever, and every smiling face of that group in the photo is deeply imprinted in my mind.

I remember that it was July, when we came to Zhenxing Primary School to shoot graduation photo. At that moment, the class was very lively, and the students were talking and laughing, but I couldn't laugh. We have struggled together for six years, and we have cried, been happy, made mistakes and regretted ... We have grown from a naughty child to a sunny and lively teenager ... We have formed a United, energetic and optimistic class from a group of strangers ... Now, we have to turn around and leave. Thought of here, I almost burst into tears.

it's obviously the hot summer, but it's raining in the sky. The rain also added a trace of sadness to the present scene. When the photographer took pictures of us, my heart actually refused. Because after this photo is taken, we will be scattered everywhere. When we put out our thumbs and smiled, a "scratch" turned our smile into a final freeze. At that moment, I shed tears ...

Now, I am a junior high school student. Whenever I carry my schoolbag and walk into middle school, I always think of that photo; Whenever I pass through Zhenxing Primary School, I always think of that photo. Whenever I look at the sky, I always think of that photo ... It seems to have become a part of my soul.

yes! "The deceased is like a husband, never giving up day and night." Time is like water. When it is gone, it will never come back. How many times in life should we get together and leave, and how many times should we say "hello" and "cherish", and do it and cherish it. I think it is the best gratitude for meeting and life. I always think of that photo. I always hear people say that time flies and the sun and the moon fly. When spring goes to Qiu Lai, everything changes. Good times always run so fast, but it is always too late to catch up.

Hua, Hua, flipping through the photos one by one, a graduation photo like the sun in the fog appeared before my eyes. Opening it and walking into it are endless words.

What is behind a graduation photo? Let's walk into it together: unswerving poplars stand on both sides of the gate, endless colorful flowers smile at me, and neat tiles are laid on the sacred temple-school.

I am full of curiosity and a little strangeness when I walk into the classroom. The laughter of my classmates is full of happy places. The sunshine shines on their happy faces through bright windows, which washes away the haze and strangeness in my heart, making me confident, learning to communicate and not being alone. Have a happy little story to share. You tease me, and I tease you to get rid of the sleepy and tasteless atmosphere in class and turn it into a learning stage. Study hard, show your brilliance and bloom your heart.

Walking out of the classroom is a pure, simple and colorful game that you chase after me, a skipping competition that makes me shine. Joy runs around me and laughs around me. A careless fall is a pair of tender little hands. My classmates around me, like a little teacher, taught me a lot of knowledge that I couldn't learn in class and shared happiness.

After school, familiar music surrounded my ears. After graduation, I couldn't stop talking. I watched the hard-working teacher secretly shed tears and waved goodbye to me.

There are teachers I thank, classmates who are happy together, and a picture of graduation photo that carries my happy childhood, good times and memories, and teaches me to communicate with others, be a man and do things and share happiness. With a hint of disappointment and nostalgia at the end, I was wrapped in a beautiful and happy time! I always think of that photo. There are all kinds of photos when I was growing up, but I always think of that one.

in the photo, the children