An old photo for sixth grade composition

Whether you are in school or entering society, many people have written compositions. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. So, how to write an essay? The following is an old photo I carefully compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. An Old Photo Sixth Grade Composition 1

That was a blurry but clear photo nine years ago. I was only three years old at that time, and there was an amiable old lady next to me, who was my favorite grandma. Although it is a blurry photo from the back, its imprint is clear in my heart.

I like to play with my grandma the most, and she also likes to play with me, no matter how old I am or how old she is, because in my mind grandma is the youngest partner. When I was a child, I always liked to ask my grandma some strange and childish questions, but she took the trouble to answer me, no matter how many times I asked, where I asked, or what I asked, unlike my mother who said I was nosy. After dinner, I went for a walk with my grandma accompanying me, talking and walking. Sometimes I would run a few steps, and grandma would also trot with me. She stayed with me no matter how much my knees hurt. Grandma talked to me or answered my questions. Or just be careful and don't fall. In fact, sometimes I am very naughty, but my grandma always tells others how obedient I am, and she is very proud every time she says it, which makes me feel embarrassed every time.

Now I have grown up. I don’t need anyone to play with me anymore, but I still want to play with grandma. But now I only have one question to ask my grandma: Grandma, how old are you this year? What day were you born... Even though I know that she is 90 years old this year and was born on February 11th, I still always ask. Even my mother always says that I am forgetful. In fact, I have been thinking in my heart that my grandma is already so old, and suddenly one day she was lying in bed and couldn't get up. So I was afraid that my grandma would pass away that day, but I didn’t know how old she was when she passed away... As I wrote this, I couldn’t help but shed a tear, but I took it back immediately, otherwise I wouldn’t be cursing my grandma. .

In fact, I think grandma may be the person with the longest life span, no! Yes it must be. Who says that when you get old, you will always be hunched over, holding a cane in your hand, having trouble hearing, and losing all your teeth? My grandma is completely opposite to the image you mentioned. Grandma often does all the housework at home: drying clothes, washing vegetables, shopping for vegetables, cooking... I think my grandma will live longer not only for these reasons, but also for one more thing, that is: my grandma sent me to school that day, but I was almost late. I said to my grandma: "Grandma, you go home first, I will go to school by myself." After saying that, I ran away in a hurry. I originally thought that grandma had gone home, but who would have thought that she would also follow me? Run, she was 87 years old that year.

My grandma is not omnipotent, nor is she a robot. She gets tired too. So I want to say: "Grandma, now that I have grown up and grown taller, it is my turn to hold your hand." An old photo, sixth grade composition 2

Whenever I open the door at home When I take a thick photo album, photos that record my growth story will appear in front of me one by one. They will always evoke beautiful memories for me! But among these many photos, the one that remains fresh in my memory is my Zhang’s photo of learning to swim has my innocent smiling face printed in it.

This photo was taken when I was 9 years old. I remember it was the summer vacation when I was in third grade. One afternoon, the sun was scorching outside, and my mother said to me: "The weather is really hot, why don't we go swimming in the afternoon!" "But I can't swim." "It's okay, mom will teach you. !" After saying that, my mother packed up her things and we set off.

My mother and I came to the swimming pool. There were so many people inside. We changed into our swimsuits and walked to the pool. The afternoon sun shone on the pool surface, which was as beautiful as if it were coated with gold powder. A breeze blew, making us feel refreshed. My mother went into the swimming pool first and swam leisurely in the water. As I couldn't swim, I had to sit by the pool and look enviously at my mother and those who could swim. My mother shouted to me in the water to come down quickly, saying that the water was very cool and very comfortable, but I was frightened and thought: What if I choke in the water, will I drown. But I also have a curiosity: Is it really so comfortable in the water? Maybe I can learn to swim in no time. So I went into the water with this curiosity.

My mother first told me the essentials of breathing. First, exhale all the breath in the water, then raise my head to inhale, and asked me to follow this method. Unexpectedly, I drank a large amount of water the first time I took a breath, and I did it three or four times in a row, which made my nose sore. I felt discouraged and lost confidence. My mother said to me sincerely: "My mother learned to swim the same way for the first time, but I did not give up and persisted, because I believe in a saying: Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a dedicated person. I also believe that you can do it. "Looking at my mother's hopeful eyes and listening to her encouraging words, my confidence rekindled in my heart. I practiced repeatedly according to the method taught by my mother. Finally, a miracle happened. I took several breaths. I swam a round trip in a row. The joy was simply indescribable. I finally learned to swim! At this time, my mother gave me a thumbs up and praised me repeatedly, and asked me to pose in the pool to take a photo as a souvenir. I agreed without hesitation and showed a bright smile to my mother's camera. I heard a "click" sound and my mother took the picture for me.

This photo is unforgettable for me and I have always treasured it. Because it gave me a deep understanding of the meaning of the sentence "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a willful person"! An old photo Sixth grade composition 3

Whenever I open the thick photo album of our family, Photos documenting my growth will appear in front of me one after another, and they will always evoke infinite beautiful memories of my childhood. Among these photos, every time I see the one with my arms outstretched and throwing sand, it makes me laugh. This photo was taken when I was two years old when my parents took me to play in the sand along the river. In the photo, I am wearing a pink outfit, stepping barefoot on the beach, and throwing out the sand in my hands with open arms. A big joke was made when taking this photo!

It was a weekend in early spring. The wind was sunny and the spring scenery was bright. We got up early, brought our sand playing tools, and headed all the way to the scenic belt along the river at dawn. There were many children and their parents playing in the sandpit. Before my parents were ready, I jumped into the sandpit and started digging the sand with a shovel. My father and I used a forklift to shovel sand, used a small truck to transport sand, used small buckets to build castles, used a rake to dig "rivers", and used animal models to print various small animals on the sand. We had a lot of fun. While playing, I started to be naughty. I stepped on the sand piled by my parents with my feet, dug out the printed animals with a shovel, and the "small river" was also "blocked" by me. Mom and Dad pretended to be angry, which made me laugh. The sand is also very naughty. It got into my shoes, clothes and pants, making me very uncomfortable. My mother helped me brush off the sand. I coquettishly told my mother to take off my shoes. Seeing the high temperature, my mother agreed. . This is the first time I have stepped on the sand with my bare feet. The sand is soft, cool, and so comfortable! I ran a few laps in the sand and was so happy. Being naughty, I started to make trouble. I used a shovel to scoop up sand and spread it everywhere. Many people were "attacked" by my sand. The children and uncles and aunts next to me were not spared. They were not angry and patted the sand on their bodies. , and said with a smile: "Be careful!" In this way, I was forgiven for being ignorant. Dad hugged me back, gently patted my butt and said, "You little naughty one." But I haven't had enough fun yet. As soon as my father put me down, I threw away the shovel and just grabbed the sand with my hands to play. My mother said she wanted to take pictures with me and asked me to stand still. I stood up obediently and my mother counted "one "Two or three." As soon as I finished speaking, I threw the sand out of my hands. My parents' hair, clothes, and my own hair were all covered with sand. I laughed, my parents laughed, and the people next to me also laughed. , the photo is frozen in this happy moment.

I like this photo. It records the happy times of my childhood and is a beautiful memory of my happy childhood. An Old Photo Sixth Grade Composition 4

Beside my bed, there is a slightly yellowed old photo with a lovely smile fixed on it. That victory gesture makes me think a lot...

During the summer vacation two years ago, our family of four traveled to the beautiful Qingdao. We left this beautiful photo at the end of the cableway in Laoshan. It has become a beautiful memory for me forever, and it is also a perfect battle against courage and time.

The scenery of Mount Laoshan is famous far and wide. During the summer vacation, Mount Laoshan is crowded with people. I was so looking forward to getting on the ropeway that I resolutely lined up at the end of the line with my family. But, what kind of end is that? It has long been winding out of the ropeway gate and continues upward along the hiking trail, almost halfway up the mountain. The initial excitement disappeared under the "torture" of Grandpa Time. God is not good at it either. Sometimes the sun is scorching hot, and sometimes there are dark clouds.

When we finally saw the door entering and exiting the ropeway hall, two hours had passed. But the sight in front of me made me burst into tears: the circuitous queue in the hall was twisting and turning, and the staff said that we would have to wait at least half an hour before we could board the ropeway. My parents kept comforting me. Yes, since you have already waited for two hours, you won’t care about waiting for another half hour; since you have endured the wind and rain outdoors, let’s enjoy the cool air conditioning!

I tried to calm myself down, but trouble came again. I saw the true face of the ropeway from a distance: hanging under the long iron rails was just a leisure chair in the park! I opened my mouth wide and asked my father, "Should we take that one to go up the mountain?" "Yes! This is a sightseeing cableway, and only two people can ride on it at a time." My father, who once taught in the cableway profession, proudly talked to the side. He didn't notice my increasingly ugly face. Could it be that the ropeway I had been waiting for for nearly three hours turned out to be this extremely dangerous guy? Time passed by minute by second, and I slowly moved forward with heavy steps. Finally, I held my mother's hand tightly, closed my eyes, and sat on the "fate-deciding" ropeway. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I had almost missed the most beautiful scenery in the "world".

Laoshan Mountain is close to the sea. As the cableway goes up, you can have a panoramic view of the mountains and rivers. You really face the sea and the flowers are blooming in spring. It turns out that this ropeway is not scary at all. Without it, it would be impossible to see these amazing peaks and wonderful scenery. Next, it was time to take pictures: I held my mother's arm with one arm and made a "V" sign with the other hand, with a sweet giggle on my face. Above the head, there are blue sky and white clouds; behind, there are green mountains and green waters; under the feet, there are lush branches and leaves.

In the days to come, whenever I encounter a psychological difficulty, I will think of that ropeway, the scenery of Laoshan Mountain and the "V" gesture of victory. Nothing is impossible, I believe I can overcome everything! An Old Photo Sixth Grade Composition 5

Today I was cleaning my house. We found a dusty photo album in the attic, dusted it off, opened the first page, and found a The black-and-white photo shows a blue-brick and black-tiled house built entirely of wood. The windows are made of wooden slats. Behind the house is an endless field. There is a man with two braids and a foreign floral shirt. His face is Standing in the middle with a stupid smile.

I asked my mother curiously: "Mom, is this you? Why are you so old-fashioned?" My mother smiled and said, "Yeah, how can it be like what you are wearing now from Li Ning and Xtep? At that time, the clothes were all made by my mother and my grandmother! They were worn by the eldest brother, and the third child, who was a loser. I don’t have an older sister, so it’s good to be able to wear these new clothes. I will give you the clothes I have worn. Your cousin wears it." Oh, I then asked, "Where is this? Why haven't I seen it before?" My mother said, "This is the old Ruan Society. That was a photo taken when I was a child." I said, "Huh?" The Ruan Society used to look like this... This is so different!" My mother said, "The Ruan Society used to look like this. There were green fields everywhere, and courtyards with wooden structures stood in the fields. On top of that, we have to participate in various kinds of labor since we were very young, such as transplanting rice seedlings, fertilizing, picking up animal dung to fumigate the fields..." I thought: Life is so happy now! Farming and harvesting are done by machines. People no longer have to work under the scorching sun with their faces facing the loess and their backs turned to the sky. And it's not blue bricks and black tiles, but red bricks and glazed tiles.

At this time, I saw another photo of my mother standing in front of the TV. I asked my mother again, "Did you have TV to watch when you were a child?" I asked curiously, and my mother said: "When you were poor when you were a child, buying We couldn't afford a TV set. It wasn't until 1984 that your grandfather taught himself radio repair and assembled a 14-inch black and white TV set. At that time, I lived in Taimen, and among about ten families, ours was the only one who was the first to have one. I had a TV set, and the children would gather at my house to watch TV after dinner in the evening. I felt very proud every time... There was no cable TV at that time, so all the kids relied on a bamboo pole erected next to the eaves, with a TV on it. Barbed wire, to receive the programs of the only two or three TV stations. "I thought: Every household now has a TV, and it is a color TV, at least 25 inches, and some are still LCD mounted on the wall.

For example, our family of three now has two TVs, three computers, and two air conditioners. This is something that we could not even imagine before!

Look at these yellowed old photos, look at the changes in our family, look at the grand celebration of the 60th anniversary of the National Day, and the success of the manned space mission. China is developing by leaps and bounds. I feel very proud and proud as a Chinese!