Selected 700-word essays recalling photos.

Composition plays an important role in our work, production and life, and writing is a long-term process of reading and accumulation. An excellent composition is worth learning. What kind of composition are you concerned about now? Therefore, please read the following "composition about recalling photos" for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Recalling the composition in the photo (article 1) In the evening, the golden sunshine gently sprinkled on the roof like silk thread. Inside, I sat quietly by the window, holding a thick book in my hand, savoring this wonderful time. At this time, a slightly yellow photo slowly fell from the book. I bent down to pick it up. Looking at this photo, my thoughts were suddenly taken back to the summer of a year ago.

I remember that day, Sister Tong Tong and I were playing in Shanghai Disneyland. We are both very excited. Just as we were having fun, my dad suddenly had a bad idea-we went to the amusement park to play the most exciting roller coaster-the speed light wheel. As soon as I got on the roller coaster, I heard the people on the "rapid light wheel" screaming "ahhh" under the urging of fear. This makes me more afraid of roller coasters. Before "going into battle", I was almost too scared to listen, and I didn't dare to climb the mountain car at all. Fortunately, Sister Tong Tong was by my side, comforting me, encouraging me and giving me confidence, which made me calm down. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. I was scared to death at a corner of the roller coaster at the speed of light, and my screams were getting higher and higher. My dad, who was watching, took the opportunity to raise the camera and snapped my "thrilling" appearance. Later, this photo made me the object of jokes from friends and relatives, and even I felt embarrassed!

When I came to my senses, I looked at the photos again. Time flies, time flies, and the running water of time slowly washes away a layer of "Phnom Penh". Although the border of the photo has been slightly yellowed, the characters on it are still so vivid and vivid. You see, I'm wearing a pink dress in the picture, and the long skirt has been wrinkled by the roller coaster, which makes people laugh. Two long sheephorn braids go up and down from time to time, and the small mouth on the face is more like a bottomless pit, as if a duck egg can be swallowed in one bite. While sitting there, Sister Tong Tong posed and patted my head with her right hand. Her brisk smile seemed to comfort me with her happiness. ...

I gently stroked the photo, and a shallow smile appeared on my lips. ...

Do you have any good memories? In retrospect, you can't help smiling, which will sweep away the haze in your heart and make you shake your head helplessly, but your heart is full of memories.

When I opened the photo album, I saw a chubby child with round eyes and a happy smile. There is a big cake in front of her, and only a candle is inserted on it. That was a photo taken on my first birthday. At that time, I was very young. I cry every day, but on my birthday, I smiled happily.

Open a page, there are some photos of me when I was funny, some photos of me writing numbers carefully, and some photos taken by myself.

I looked through the photos of my primary school year. In the photo, I am wearing a school uniform, carrying a schoolbag and having a happy smile on my face. I just went to primary school that year, and I was afraid to meet other students, but after getting along once, I began to chat with my classmates. I also gained a lot of friends. When I went to school that year, I had classmates who followed me for 6 years.

Then I looked back and saw that I had just entered junior high school a year and a half ago. At that time, I had not fully adapted to junior high school life, but I was also trying to integrate into that new class and grow up in the new school and new class!

The photo at the back is a photo of me and some friends after the placement. In the second day of junior high school, we were divided into classes. Once good friends and best friends were assigned to different classes, joined new groups and made new friends. We all strive to make progress in the new class and live every day carefully.

I have seen so many photos and my growing process since I was a child. Now, I have joined a new group. I will work harder and be more serious, and I will live up to my youth and my best self.

On a sunny afternoon, I looked through the photo album, and the warm sunshine came in from the window, covering everything in the room with a very unreal halo. I leafed through the pages and recalled them one by one. Suddenly, a photo caught my eye. I froze, but my hands couldn't move.

This is a photo of our family and volunteers at Changsha Railway Station last Spring Festival.

On that day, our family finished the Spring Festival in Changsha and prepared to return to Shanghai. For strangers, nothing is more difficult than dragging dozens of pounds of luggage through a crowded crowd. After the clothes were grabbed and pulled several times, and we were trapped in a group of people for several times, our whole body was in a mess, our hair was messy, our clothes were wrinkled, and we were completely ashamed to squeeze around in the crowd. I finally found an empty corner. I sat on the ground, too tired to speak.

At this time, several uncles in green vests and pushing luggage carts came to us through the heavy crowd. The middle-aged uncle headed by him has dark skin, a big figure and a square face. He smiled at us, showing his white and neat teeth: "Hello, we are volunteers. What can I do for you? "

"It turned out to be a volunteer, great!"

After explaining the situation clearly, my father was ready to move the luggage to the car, and my uncle quickly stopped him: "You have worked hard, let's come." After that, he asked several volunteers to load the luggage into the car and take us to the waiting room.

Along the way, the volunteer uncle took care of many precautions, such as taking a photo of the ticket with his mobile phone, so that if he lost it, he could get on the bus ... We nodded again and again.

Walking, I inadvertently turned around and saw a volunteer uncle behind me with his head slightly lowered, his arms pushing his luggage and struggling to catch up, and crystal sweat rolled down on his face and neck. He gave me a big smile when he saw me looking at him. For an instant, my voice seemed to be blocked and I couldn't speak. ...

After sending us to the waiting room, my uncle gave a brief explanation and prepared to turn around. I was anxious as soon as I saw it. I quickly grabbed the corner of a volunteer uncle and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, can we take a group photo?" The uncle paused for a moment, and then burst into a bright smile. Several volunteer uncles held our family in the middle, gently, and all the feelings and sweat were put into this small photo. After taking the photos, the uncles ran to the next person in need.

It took me a long time to wake up from my memory. The sun is still so bright, shining on me, my heart is warm. I smiled at the photo and carefully put it back in the box.

Open the WeChat circle of friends today and slowly turn back bit by bit. Looking at every photo, I have a good memory. What happened before caught my eye like a movie. Suddenly, this photo caught my attention. It was a family portrait.

This family photo was taken four years ago on the 90th birthday of the old lady. In the middle of the second row of the photo is my old lady. Her face is full of smiles, and her weather-beaten face is full of deep wrinkles, like carved with a meat cleaver, and there are many spots. Her skin is uneven, showing the mottled years she spent. The old lady's silver hair, long drooping earlobes, smiling eyes and rising corners of her mouth give people a kind feeling.

Sitting on the old lady's left are her three sons. My grandfather is the boss, the first one on the old lady's left. He held me in one hand and the old lady's hand in the other, flushed and happy. Like my hobby, he likes painting and often paints many pictures for others, so he looks full of ink and wash charm.

Grandpa two is sitting next to grandpa. He is very simple and honest, and has never been divorced from the true nature of working people. Maybe he inherited the loud voice of this family. His specialty is "singing songs". I recalled that the program he performed that day was "Singing the Song of Labor", which had local characteristics in Nantong. I didn't know what "chant" was before, but now I know that it is a slogan that people shout while working, to enhance the coordination of rhythm and boost morale!

Grandpa looked at the camera solemnly, and his mouth rose slightly, as if he were still immersed in the song just now. He also inherited a good timbre and loved singing. That day, he presented a song "Mother" to the old lady, which won everyone's applause. Although the old lady is deaf, she may not hear clearly, but she seems to feel it and her eyes are wet.

Sitting on the right of the old lady are her daughters, and the boss is picked up. She is so affectionate to the old lady and hugs her old mother tightly. The chubby second child and the thin third child are a good match. In the distance is my little grandmother, who has the brightest smile. She is also a singer in our family, and even the most difficult places on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau can be sung. She also performed this classic song at the dinner that day. It is said that this song of hers won the highest prize at the staff get-together of their unit!

The first and third rows are all granddaughters, grandsons, granddaughters, daughter-in-law and son-in-law. Some of them are running factories, some are in state-owned enterprises, some are in banks, and some are designers, all of whom contribute to the motherland in their posts. My old lady is really full of children and grandchildren.

What a happy family we are! I believe there must be many big families like us in the world. I'm looking forward to the centenary birthday of the old lady. Maybe more people will come to take a more beautiful and complete family photo.

Recalling the composition on the photo (Chapter 5) Turn out the photo album that has been moving for a long time, brush off the dust on it, turn to the first page, and a photo slips into your hand. Curious, I couldn't help but pick it up and study it carefully, and the result fell into the long river of memories.

I am still a little girl with short hair in the photo. I saw that I was wearing a small military cap and a small flower coat, knitting for my mother and giggling for the camera!

I remember when I was five years old, I had learned to do some simple housework, such as sweeping the floor, cleaning the table, washing dishes and so on.

Once, my mother knitted me a sweater, and I was so busy that I wrapped it with thread. I looked at it and said, mom, let me hold the thread for you! The wool was in my hand before my mother promised.

It's too late to say now, but it's too soon. When I giggled, my father was busy filming this precious moment.

What an unforgettable shot, this shot will stay on my memory screen forever. Whenever I recall this scene, I feel extremely happy and gratified! I feel how happy and harmonious my family is! How sweet and sweet!

Although the photos are worn out, they are always the latest in my mind.

Memorizing Photos Composition (Part VI) There is a color photo in a storage box in my home, which reminds me of a childhood.

In the photo, I am touching shrimp in a stream in Cai Yun Valley. I am barefoot, wearing a T-shirt on my upper body and a pair of shorts on my lower body. In the lower right corner of the photo, it says: May 28th, 20 15. Time seems to have stopped at that moment.

It has been more than two years since that day. My eyes stopped moving, but my eyes were fixed on the photo. Behind me in the photo is a stream. Ah! Cai Yungu is really beautiful! I went with my parents at that time, and the past scenery was replayed in front of me. This photo reminds me of an interesting thing at that time.

I patrol the shore. Suddenly I found a pool with a lot of fish and shrimp and the water was not deep. Are you going down or not? On second thought, I decided to continue.

When I was underwater, I walked step by step to a place full of fish and shrimp. I was scared at first, but I became more and more brave and began to accelerate. Who knows, when I was jogging, I accidentally. When I passed a stone, my foot slipped and plopped, and I suddenly fell into clear water. Mom and dad saw this scene and quickly came to save me. I stood up by myself before they came. My parents quickly helped me get a towel and drove me home. When I got home, I quickly changed my clothes, and then the crisis was really lifted.

After seeing the photo, I smiled because I remembered my funny appearance at that time. But now, the water in Cai Yun Valley is becoming more and more unclean, because people litter. I hope everyone will protect the water source in the future.

Composition on recalling photos (Chapter VII) Last night, Teacher Qin sent a message to parents asking us to take a photo with us in class. I am so excited! Go upstairs with mom to look for photos at once. Each photo records a happy smiling face and a happy story. Every photo can outline some beautiful memories. My mother and I carefully selected a photo, and the story in this photo is still fresh in my memory.

I remember it was a sunny morning. My mother, my sister and my father came to visit the Ba Tribe Ecological Valley. The scenery there makes people linger. Small trees stand tall and rows on both sides of the road, as if welcoming our arrival. The flowers in front are not to be outdone, dancing with the wind! I am in a very happy mood. How can you not have fun in such a beautiful environment? I can't wait to get off the bus and walk towards the endless grassland. The crowd there is like a flood in all parts of the grassland. There is a very big horse farm on the grassland. There are about 65,438+00 horses in the racecourse. I rushed to the racecourse in high spirits. Horses are waiting to serve us like waiters who have been waiting for a long time. I called mom, and my father and sister followed. Dad said, "Are you sure you're not afraid of horses?" I patted my chest and said, "Of course not." There are quite a few people coming to ride horses. My mother, father and sister have been in line for a long time. Finally, it was our turn. I said, "Dad, I want to ride a horse by myself." "Are you sure?" My father asked me puzzled. I walked to the horse with certainty and suddenly felt a little scared. My father said, "Aren't you afraid?" I said, "I ... I ... I'm scared now." My mother and sister came forward to encourage me and said, "Don't be afraid." After that, my mother took my sister on the horse and watched her ride well. I'm not afraid anymore. Father said, "I will ride behind you." Hearing this, I bravely stepped on the horse and set off! It turns out that riding a horse is not so scary! I am happy to sit on the horse like a little rider. At the end of the race, the cameraman recorded my cheerful little rider "scratch" in the photo album.

I like this photo best, because it is full of good memories of being a little rider for the first time! It is also a big step for me to be mature and brave!

Recalling the composition in the photo (article 8) time passes slowly, time passes slowly.

Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.

Whenever I am alone at home, I always like to look through one album after another, and every bit of our life will jump into my heart.

This is a photo of my father and I climbing the levee together. I was only about three or four years old at that time. In front of my father, I grabbed the crack in the levee with one hand. My father held me firmly with one hand, probably for fear that I would fall off the steep river bank. In the photo, my father and I are smiling happily at the camera. At that time, the face was so cute. At that time, my father was very young, handsome and cool, with smooth skin and black hair. Today, my face is still fleshy and lovely, but there are more and more wrinkles on my father's face and less black hair on his head (composition box). In just a few years, it seems that I haven't grown up yet, but my father is getting older. Is it really time and tide wait for no man?

The second photo is a stills of my dream baby held by Education TV. I recite poems with my mother, who is my assistant. In the photo, my mother and I are both wearing blue dresses. I was standing on my mother's chest, an innocent girl. Four years passed quickly, and I was above my mother's shoulder. Although I still snuggle up to my mother every day and want to be a little parasite that will never grow up in my mother's arms, I thought my mother would not get old, but my mother's tight skin was a little slack and her white hair was much more, and the time was always so unsatisfactory. How can we keep her youth?

There is also a family photo worth mentioning. All three of us are wearing ribbons. At that time, I was already in the sixth grade, and it was also the last prize I won in the experimental primary school Qinyang Poetry Club. Looking back on my six-year study life in primary school, I got a lot of praise. What honor is not behind the silent efforts of parents? In the past six years, even though I was very busy at work, they were willing to help me sort out the information and coach me to meet the challenge. Days, days go by very slowly, very slowly, mom and dad, it is your's little efforts that have made me who I am now!

Photos, recalling the past, recording the wonderful present will also present a brilliant future!

Composition on Memorizing Photos (Chapter 9) This photo was taken on September 25th, 20xx, when I was a sophomore last semester.

There was a fat policeman patrolling our shop. He often comes to our shop for a walk. His head is fat and big, like a pumpkin, wearing a big hat, holding a walkie-talkie and riding a motorcycle. At that time, I was a child, and I felt strange and funny about everything. I often find that children's songs in articles praise the police, so I admire them a little.

One day, the fat policeman came for a walk again. Suddenly someone asked him to do something, so he left his hat and walkie-talkie here and left.

I looked at my hat and walkie-talkie and found it novel. I thought: something is shining on that hat! There is also that big black plastic block with several buttons on it. I really want to press it, but I am afraid of being scolded. So I have to imagine that I am holding it to make a phone call. I had a whim: then simulate it directly! I immediately called my father and left this photo.

You see, I'm sitting on a stool, my teeth are not long, and I'm grinning. The hat is too big, it's not fully buckled, and I'm wearing a school uniform, which is nothing like a policeman.

This incident has become a treasure in my memory, and now I want to laugh after reading it!

The composition about recalling photos (10) is holding a photo of Zhang Zhengui under the crystal clear glass, which is my primary school graduation photo. These are sixty-one familiar faces, plus six teachers and sixty-seven people. Every time I see graduation photo, I will recall my good memories of my sixth grade classmates and teachers.

First of all, let me talk about Qin Kecheng, a recognized genius in the class. This boy, with high IQ and good study, is appreciated by the teacher, but he looks stubborn and doesn't fit in with the math teacher. This year I was admitted to five foreign middle schools at the same time, which shocked the whole class.

Let me introduce a friend of mine: Cheng Mei. She studies well, is short, has a good voice and can sing, but she has a little temper and is as competitive as me. Usually we are competitors. There are two other students: Fan Feng and Wang Pei, who are also my good friends. They are gentle and easy to get along with, so there is no pressure for us to play together.

The funniest person in the class is Yang Gong. He often makes a hullabaloo about in class. I don't know if he is the monitor. In fact, he is the most fierce but authoritative boy. He looks fearless and fierce. Actually, no one is afraid of him. He is not even the leader of a group, but an activist.

Chen Doudou, a Hui girl, an ordinary girl, ordinary study, ordinary appearance, ordinary family and ordinary knowledge. The only unusual thing is her temper, which is called grumpy. Many students dare not provoke her.

Finally, introduce the Chinese teacher. She is deeply loved by her classmates, and no teacher can match her respect. Whoever dares to say disrespectful words to the Chinese teacher in the class, a group of people rushed up to scold him. Everyone uses the purest heart to safeguard the prestige and dignity of Chinese teachers.

Of course, what I recall is only a small part. I will never forget the little things we studied together.

Innocent face and smile are always fixed under the glass and in my heart.