Composition on an old photo

In ordinary daily life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Compositions are composed of words. After human thought and consideration, the meaning of a theme is expressed through language organization. style. Still at a loss for composition? The following is an old photo composition I compiled for you, I hope it can help you. An old photo composition 1

Whenever I see that old photo, I can’t help crying.

It was August 28, 1937. People in Shanghai were crowded at the South Railway Station. It turned out that they wanted to leave Shanghai. Suddenly, a Japanese plane flew over, and the station was reduced to ruins by bombs from the plane. People were hiding and shouting. The scene was very miserable. At this moment, I, a very ordinary reporter from the United States, discovered an extraordinary scene here.

Among the ruins in front of me, I saw a little boy sitting on a railway track, crying loudly. I immediately took a photo of his current appearance. His whole body was dark, and his hair looked like He looked like a little birthday peach, his clothes were torn, his eyes were full of tears, and he kept shouting: "Where's dad? Where's mom? Uuuuuu..." Looking at him, I began to sympathize with them. , I also want to cry, I want to cry for him, I want to cry for his parents, and I want to cry for the people who suffered in the war. Without thinking, I picked him up and carried him away from this terrible place.

I took him to my home and gave him a piece of bread, which he immediately wolfed down. I asked him: "Who are you? How old are you? What are you doing at the train station?" He choked and said, "My name is Xiao Ming. I am 4 years old. My mother said it was very dangerous here and she wanted to take me away with her. When the train arrived at the station, Mom threw me out, and then the bomb went off..." As he spoke, he cried again.

This kind of behavior of the Japanese should be disgusted and denounced by the whole world. They will definitely be punished in the end. Everyone must maintain peace and not let the tragedy of history happen again! An old photo composition 2

Time flies by in a hurry, and I change from a little boy with a runny nose to a determined boy with hopes and ideals, and gradually grow up Damn, what else has time left for me?

One day, when I had nothing to do, I opened a photo album and looked back on the past in my memories from childhood to adulthood. I gradually realized that what time has brought me is growth and experience. Inadvertently, my eyes touched a photo, a group of children in military uniforms, smiling in the sun, and my mind couldn't help but go back to that time of military training.

That was an unforgettable time. I remember it was the first time I put on military training uniforms. Under the scorching sun, the instructor corrected my posture over and over again and practiced the movements repeatedly. I still remember that once I made a mistake, I was scolded loudly by the instructor and sent off the playground. As a result, my classmates ran with me, and we laughed wantonly in the sunshine. I still remember that under the starry sky, we sang military songs loudly together and talked about our ideals with each other. It was at that time that I became firm in my dreams and future goals. It was also during that time that I grew a lot. Understand the principle of persistence.

Now, when I see myself and my friends during military training again, I find that three years have passed and everyone has grown up before I know it. But have our dreams been realized by then? Seeing our silly smiles in the photos, the corners of our mouths turned up inadvertently.

Zeng Jin’s beautiful picture was also frozen in that moment, but that beautiful memory still exists in my mind. This old photo not only records beautiful moments, but is also a time machine that connects the past... An Old Photo Composition 3

In my spare time, I always like to rummage through my messy drawers. I stretched my hand downwards, groping left and right as I stretched. As a result, I touched a small book that was hard but extremely smooth. When I pulled it out, it turned out to be a mini photo album of my classmates. There was a cute cartoon on the cover. It was filled with photos that I had taken after a frenzy of cutting and introductions from my classmates. There were pictures of me now and before, and some of them. There are my classmates.

Of course you have to look at such a treasure. I couldn't wait to open it. The photos on the first page are particularly cute. Two little girls were wearing exactly the same clothes, leaning against each other, looking at the camera with a frown (crying) - that was a photo taken by me and her (I forgot her name) in Dalian. The memory was suddenly opened. It was the Year of the Monkey and the Horse. My mother, father and my mother’s friends took her and me to travel to Dalian. We held hands and skipped around. Mom, dad, and her mom and dad were following us. I spent three or four days in Dalian and had a lot of fun and took a lot of photos. Every photo is smiling, but there is only one photo where we are frowning and crying. That is because we are leaving Dalian, and we are reluctant to leave here. She and I are wearing the same pink cotton-padded jacket, and have the same short ear-length hair. , I cried on her shoulder, and as a result, this photo was born...

Now, I have been separated from her for 16 years. We have never contacted or seen each other again. Until now, I have forgotten her name. I don’t know her name, nor what she looks like, nor where she is now.

My only hope is to turn back time so that we can walk hand in hand again to the present! ! ! What a precious mini photo album! There are traces of beauty in this photo. It turns out that happiness can be collected by me in this way. This photo album is full of happiness. An old photo composition 4

That is a very old photo. It has been sleeping for five years, but when I remove the dust on it, the color is still bright. The little me in the photo is The kindergarten skipping competition is coming with a skipping rope in hand.

When I entered the venue, I was extremely nervous. Even though it was just a competition in the class, I was still afraid of being embarrassed because I couldn’t jump rope. My mood was clearly written on my face as I looked at the students who looked calm. My heart was raised even more, and my throat was raised. Gudong, gudong, I could clearly hear the sound of myself swallowing. At this time, a girl I didn’t recognize and I was definitely a stranger slowly walked over and stuffed a candy into my hand, and whispered into my ear. I shouted, "Come on!" The depressing feeling in my heart disappeared, replaced by an indescribable mood, as if my heart was surrounded by some thick liquid.

When I came back to my senses, the girl had already disappeared. Holding the candy tightly, the whistle sounded crisply. I jumped up at a speed that was usually a miracle. Of course, it was not outstanding for others. My heart was beating like crazy and the rope was swinging very fast. At least that was how I felt at that time. thought. Dancing, another whistle sounded across the sky, and I, who couldn’t jump rope, actually passed a hundred. I raised the rope high and jumped for joy. When I thought of the candy, the candy wrapper was already wrinkled, and the hand holding the candy had a lot of tears. Khan, there is no sign of the girl in the photo, but the girl is inseparable from this photo.

After I got home, I took out a candy wrapper from the drawer. After that, there was an old photo and of course an old candy wrapper. An old photo composition 5

On September 18, 1931, the Japanese Empire launched a war against our country, and our country’s death rate reached more than 35 million. This reminds me of those innocent people who died fighting against Japan. On August 15, 1945, Japan finally announced its unconditional surrender. The war lasted for fourteen years.

On August 28, 1937, planes of the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station, causing countless casualties. The station was bombed to the point that bridges were broken and buildings collapsed. It was in ruins and turned into a "garbage dump."

On that day, a couple and a child happened to come to the Shanghai Railway Station to get on the train. Unfortunately, they encountered this bombing incident. Both the couple were injured, but they still held the child tightly to prevent him from getting hurt. The father of the child protects his child and his wife. The father sacrificed his great life, and the mother and son burst into tears. The mother heard the bombing of the Japanese invaders. Maternal love gave the mother great strength, allowing her to run, but the ruthless Japanese invaders suddenly The child let the mother fall to the ground. She was not dead yet. She opened her eyes and whispered to the child: "You must avenge your parents!" After that, she closed her eyes. The child was crying in the ruins, as if to say: "Dad, Mom, don't leave me. Why is there a war in the world?"

I hate the Japanese invaders. They ruined so many happy families. They have left so many children without parents and love, wandering on the streets. I feel that life is much happier now than that of those children. I sympathize with those children who have experienced war and gunpowder. How wonderful it would be if there were no wars in the world! Those children can live a happy life like us! I must become the pillar of the country! An old photo composition 6

Time goes by and never comes back. Some things from the past have been forgotten, while others are still in my mind. But we can use photos to record those beautiful memories.

I have an unforgettable photo. Now I will talk about the photo of me when I was seven years old. Time has come back, and I seem to have returned to that day again...

It was a Sunday morning, the sun was shining brightly, and it looked like a beautiful Sunday. I just sat at the dining table and was about to eat. My mother smiled and said to me, "Today we are going to Baiyangdian." I immediately cheered and was excited. Our whole family drove to Baiyangdian. As soon as we got off the car, we saw a large lake under a cloudless sky, with a large green lotus leaf on it. The lotus leaves were full of pink lotus flowers, and the crystal dewdrops were shining on the lotus. The leaves sparkle. When the breeze blows, ripples appear on the lake. We can't help but sigh that the scenery here is so beautiful. We took a boat and came to a small house and heard that there was a jet skiing program there. My mother took me to buy a ticket. I wore a life jacket and mustered up the courage to get on the motor boat. I was a little scared at first and thought, don’t throw me into the lake. It started, and the wind on the lake blew into my face. I held the steering wheel tightly, and the stern of the boat stirred up layers of white waves. After running around for a while, I thought it was quite fun. I couldn't help but open my mouth and said: "Okay." Exciting!" While I was enjoying this exciting moment, my mother quickly took this photo of me.

I am very grateful to my parents for leaving me many beautiful memories through photos. When I grow up later.

I want to take good care of them, love them, and record their happy times with photos! An old photo composition 7

An old photo is lying quietly on the table... This is a photo of my father when he was a child. Because of the passage of time, some parts of this photo have changed color, but the characters can still be seen clearly. When I was a child, my father was standing on Tinglin Mountain and looking into the distance. He was wearing a brown leather jacket and a pair of white sneakers, Dad's favorite birthday present. I heard from my father that he wanted to eat cake at that time, but couldn't eat it, so he got this dress. He and his grandparents rode bicycles from the countryside to Tinglin Park. My father told me that there were no tall buildings in Kunshan at that time. In the photo, there were indeed only a few chimneys standing alone on the ground. Back then, there was a golf course at the foot of Tinglin Park, and my father took this photo while standing on a big rock. Behind Dad was the golf course, which is now a forest.

At that time, it took two hours to ride a bicycle to Tinglin Park. It was rare for my father to go there. He always looked forward to going to Tinglin Park. At that time, his favorite thing was to ride the bumper cars in the amusement park down the mountain, but the ticket price for the bumper cars was 5 yuan, which was a lot of money at the time! Because of this, Dad rarely had the chance to sit. Once, he got his wish and played it for a while, and he was very excited. There are not many photos of my father going to Tinglin Park when he was a child, which makes these three photos even more precious.

Today’s Tinglin Park has a completely new look. The long climbing stone steps are neatly arranged. The trees and flowers on the mountain are eye-catching. The Gu Yanwu Memorial Hall displays the stories of the sages. I can go there every week. Climbing the mountain, the western mountains are green in spring, the pond is clear in summer, the fallen leaves are like butterflies in autumn, the snowflakes are like catkins in winter, Tinglin Park is so beautiful...

These three photos are sealed in the album. , until it was taken out today, the edges of the photo were a little bluish, but the color remained the same, as if it took us back to thirty years ago... An old photo composition 8

August 28, 1937 , the Shanghai Railway Station was crowded with people and bustling with people, making it a lively scene.

No one realized that the entire train station was in danger, and a disaster was about to happen...

Suddenly, there were bursts of noisy aircraft roaring overhead. Immediately afterwards, the sound of "boom, boom, boom..." and the screams of the crowd were deafening. People fled in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the entire South Railway Station disappeared without a trace, leaving only a mess: a Buildings collapsed, railways were damaged, overpasses were blown apart... The destroyed things fell to the ground in a mess, people fell in a pool of blood, the whole city was filled with smoke and corpses were everywhere, it was too tragic to see.

At this time, there was a burst of crying from the ruins. A little boy in ragged clothes and a face covered with dust sat on the ground in frustration and cried: "Dad! Mom! Where are you? I'm scared!" "How did he know that his parents had been buried under the ruins and passed away.

Looking at this yellowed old photo, I fell into deep thought: I am really worried about this little boy. He lost his parents at such a young age and has no support. From now on, he will become a person who no one cares about. An unloved orphan, who will feed him, who will clothe him, where will he sleep, will he starve to death, freeze to death... I hate the Japanese devils, they burn, kill, loot and commit heinous crimes! In order to satisfy their ambitions, they raised the butcher's knife, poor children became orphans, thousands of people lost their lives, and the beautiful city was reduced to nothing. So we are living in a peaceful age now, we have what we want, we have food to eat, and clothes to wear. We must remember the lessons of history, learn knowledge well, and grow up to protect our homeland! An old photo composition 9

It was a black and white old photo with some yellowing. The person on it was smiling happily. She was my grandma. This photo lies quietly in a thin album. There is only this photo in that album.

I often take it out and look at it. My grandma passed away very early, and this is the only photo left by her. I just entered kindergarten the year my grandma passed away, and I didn’t see her very often. I only knew that she was sick and in the hospital. Not long after, I learned that my grandma had passed away. At that time, I didn’t know what death was. I always thought that death would mean traveling far away to play.

Later, when I grew up, I vaguely understood the concept of death. When I was flipping through a photo album, I came across this photo of my grandma, so I took it out, held it high and ran away. I asked my mother: "Mom, is this grandma?" After getting the conclusion, I asked: "Is there anything else?" My mother couldn't say, so I felt as if I had found some "unparalleled" treasure and treasured it. .

Later I learned from my mother’s mouth that when my mother was very busy at work, my grandma took me with her and took good care of me when I ate, drank, and took care of myself, as if I were a treasure. I'm afraid it will fall off, and I'm afraid it will melt when I hold it in my mouth. She loves me very much. Her health was not very good and she had many illnesses, and she was later admitted to the hospital. Before that, she had always been a housewife. It is said that she even had her feet bound. My mother said that she also liked to visit friends' houses, but she was a bit patriarchal. She never took my mother with her when she went to visit, but always took her uncle with her.

Later, I found that I had too little memory of my grandma, so this photo that I thought was "unparalleled in the world" made me care even more.

Now, this photo is getting older and older, but I still occasionally take it out and look at it, staring at it for a long time, to reflect on my grandma’s love for me and my reluctance to leave her behind. This photo will also be my eternal condolences to my grandma. An old photo composition 10

On August 28, 1937, a Japanese invader aircraft appeared in the sky above Shanghai South Railway Station. They were preparing to bomb this place, but the crowded crowd didn't know it...

There was a little boy sleeping soundly in his mother's arms. At this time, everyone discovered that the Japanese air force was attacking, so the already crowded crowd suddenly became commotion and became even more crowded. The panicked crowd was like a huge boulder stuck in a water pipe. These people couldn't get out or get in. The little boy's parents used their bodies to protect the little boy from being crushed by the crowd. The little boy did not seem to be awakened by the people's cries of fear and piercing screams, and was still immersed in his sweet dream. The missiles were dropped by Japanese bombers. When everyone saw the missiles falling from the sky, they couldn't help but look desperate. They held their heads in their hands and squatted on the ground.

The screams in the crowd became louder. The mother gently covered the boy's ears, as if she couldn't bear to wake him up and didn't want him to face this moment of disaster. The little boy was pressed to the ground by his mother's body, and after hearing a huge explosion of "rumbling...", what was once a bustling city suddenly turned into ruins.

When the little boy woke up from his dream, he found that the once noisy and crowded crowd seemed to have disappeared like smoke. Even his parents disappeared with the crowd. The bustling station disappeared, but Yin Hong's blood remained on his body. All the helpless little boy could do now was cry loudly, as if he was scared and confused. He searched in the ruins for a long time, and finally had to give up...

I want to say to all the countries in the world that are at war: "Please give us a peaceful world, okay!" "An old photo composition 11

When people mention old photos, they usually think of the good memories of their childhood. The old photo I am showing is of the Japanese bombing of the south of Shanghai Railway Station on August 28, 1937. station scene. The collapsed houses and crying children made people feel like they were back in that humiliating era when the Chinese nation was bullied by others...

On this day, Shanghai South Railway Station was filled with a steady flow of people as usual. People were waiting for the train in the waiting room. Some people were so tired that they fell asleep. They must have dreamed of their hometown in their sleep. The hometown they had missed for a long time must have changed. But they didn't expect that what was waiting for them was not a train, but a devastating disaster...

There was a loud noise, the ground seemed to be shaking, cement fragments fell from the ceiling, and the window glass was shattered. . Oh my God! What happened? Driven by the desire to survive, people swarmed toward the exit. Many people were trampled to death in the process of escaping, and the scene was chaotic. After several loud noises, Japanese artillery shells landed on this fertile land one after another.

After the bombing, the station turned into ruins in the smoke. Twisted overpasses hung from the air, collapsed houses were crooked, bricks and tiles were soaked with people's blood, twisted railways snaked into the distance, and the entire train station was silent and lifeless.

Suddenly, a cry broke the dead silence. There was a little boy in ragged clothes sitting in the middle of the irregular rails. His eyes were dark, full of helplessness and panic. He was crying loudly with his mouth open, and the cry seemed to accuse the Japanese of their crimes.

Yes, it is war that makes people homeless, it is war that destroys happy families, it is war that shatters children’s childhood dreams. May such historical tragedies never happen again, may every family never be destroyed, and may children grow up happily. We want peace, not war! An old photo essay 12

Where did the time go? I saw a photo and remembered how happy and cute I was when I was a child. Let me introduce to you what happened when I was a child!

I saw two lovely girls in this old photo. How lively they are! One of them is me, smiling, wearing light pink clothes and white pants, and the other one is my sister. This is a photo taken at the Fuxi Mountain Grand Canyon. This good idea was suggested by my mother. She thought that it was very hard for me to go to school and study, and that my father also had a hard time working to make money, so she took my sister and me to travel together to relax.

My sister and I squatted there in a little flower-shaped pose, which looked so cute. Behind us are mountains made of small rocks. Green grass grows on the mountains, piled densely, and the water next to them falls like a waterfall. This reminds me of two sentences in an ancient poem we learned, "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall": "The water flows down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky."

From now on, I will take care of you like my mother I also take care of my mother and take them on trips to relax, broaden their horizons, and let them have fun.

I still have many favorite photos, which can record our good times in the past. Let's open the valve of memory and enjoy the wonderful memories.

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When people think of old photos, they often think back to their childhood and good memories. But what I want to introduce to you today is an old photo of the now prosperous Shanghai during the Anti-Japanese War.

Have you ever thought about what Shanghai was like before when there are high schools and high-rise buildings everywhere?

On August 28, 1937, Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station.

On that day, Shanghai South Railway Station was like usual. Trains were speeding by on the tracks, and the flow of people entering and exiting the station was still endless. At that time, Japanese aircraft were dropping bombs downwards in the sky, and the overpass collapsed in an instant. , a big stone pit appeared underground. Before the crowd could react, another bomb from the Japanese army fell from the sky. One person was killed on the ground, and people's clothes, bags, and hats were blown up everywhere. There was a smell of gunpowder in the air, and the wind was blowing, as if it was roaring for the dead.

This is, the cry of a child came from far away. His parents didn’t know whether he was dead or alive, but he was sitting on the railway track crying. His eyes were swollen and hurt from crying. throat, but he was still crying, not knowing what would happen to him in the future, no one advised him...

The Anti-Japanese War was a national war in the mid-20th century, during World War II, when China resisted the Japanese invaders. war. From the beginning of the September 18th Incident on September 18, 1931 to the end of 1949, the Anti-Japanese War lasted for 14 years. In 1931, after Japan launched the September 18th Incident, it completely invaded the northeastern region of our country...

We I hope for peace. I don’t want that photo to become a reality again. Let us work together to defend peace, just like declaring war. An old photo composition 14

I always keep a photo in the album in my heart.

Here is my father. He is wearing a brown striped plaid coat and has a happy face. At this moment, he was clenching his teeth, his slender hands, with veins standing out in the sun, were picking me up, and I was smiling brightly.

That day was a special day. My parents wanted me to have a meaningful birthday, so we went back to the engineering park where we often went when we were children to relive our childhood happiness.

Walking slowly along the crystal clear lake, the lake scenery, weeping willows and delicate lotuses are so beautiful that they are beyond words. The sandy land where I played when I was a child is still covered by shallow water. Time passes and cannot be wiped out. Only you remain the same. Unknowingly, we arrived at the flag stand, and my father began to reminisce about the past: "Ah, how cute you were when you were a child. Do you still remember that I held you and walked through the entire engineering team?" "I don't remember." I was quite puzzled. He replied sheepishly. "Come, let's reminisce about your childhood together." As he said that, my father reached out and wanted to pick me up, but I was no longer the little kid I was before. My father's hands were trembling slightly in the air, but he still insisted on not letting go. The mother on the side laughed and quickly picked up her mobile phone to freeze the scene.

Finally put me down, my father gasped and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I hugged you. Think about it, it's been eight years."

My heart felt warm. Yes, but sour. When I was young, my father was like a big umbrella that kept me warm and protected me from wind and rain. Now, I have grown up, but my father is old. Time is gone forever, let me take care of you from now on!

This photo records the happy times of my father and I, and I will never forget it. An Old Photo Composition 15

Whenever I open the thick and heavy photo album in my hand again and again, and see the yellowed old photo, many interesting stories always come to my mind.

It was the National Day last year. Our family of four took a self-driving trip. Along the way, we passed the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor, Yan'an Pagoda Mountain and other tourist attractions. The thing that impressed me most in this photo was that our family climbed the pagoda. Mountain scene.

Pagoda Mountain is the symbol of the historical city of Yan'an, a symbol of the revolutionary holy land, and a famous tourist attraction. The pagoda on the mountain is 44 meters tall and has nine floors. There are many tourist areas on the mountain, such as Fanggong Well, the Fire Tower, Chairman Mao's bedroom, the pagoda from the Tang Dynasty... and other historic sites. When I climbed on the second floor, I felt very high at the time, so I said to my dad: "Dad, Pagoda Mountain is so high! I dare not go up. Grandma and I are waiting for you and mom to visit the scenic spots, okay?" < /p>

Dad hesitated for a moment and then said to me: "No! Jiaxin, don't be afraid. Don't think too much about anything on so many steps. Just like walking up the stairs in our house, just climb up Pagoda Mountain is where we really arrived in Yan'an." As soon as my father finished speaking, I still held my mother and father's hands with fear, and climbed to the sixth floor of the scenic spot, and also to the highest level. The pagoda on the mountain was indeed the same as what I saw at the bottom of the mountain. It's different, it's so majestic and towering. Dad praised me under the party banner.

I overcame my timidity and retreated from the difficulties, bravely climbed to the top of the mountain and enjoyed the beautiful scenery on the mountain and the scenery of Pagoda Mountain.

Time flies so fast, a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Whenever I see this old photo and think of the happy time at that time, I feel extremely happy.