Find a photo and write a composition.

1. The story composition of a photo Every time I open an album, there are many photos in it.

There is one I think is "the apple of my eye". There is a little me in the photo, snuggling in my parents' arms and smiling so sweetly.

Just when I turned one and a half years old, my parents took me to Penglai Park to take photos. I'm very, very scared.

My left hand clutched my mother's clothes tightly, as if it were going to fall off. I have a big red balloon in my right hand.

My mother also drew a red beauty spot on my forehead, which set off the red flowers like green leaves. With it, I look more beautiful and lovely. When I started taking pictures, my father smiled from ear to ear; Mom's mouth is smiling like a newly opened peony flower.

I ah! I was looking around, at a loss, and I didn't know I had taken a photo. That looks real, funny and naughty.

My uncle with a camera took this opportunity to take this precious photo. What a happy moment! What a happy life! I like it because it records the happy and sweet life of our family. There are many photos in my closet, but I only like one.

This photo is from this side. In the past summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang to play together. At nine o'clock the next morning, we arrived in Huangguoshu happily by car.

We visited Tianxing Bridge first, and then we came to the gate of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumble in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling. When I looked closer, I saw a lot of water mist flapping on my face, which was very cool.

Approached, a huge white curtain came into view, that is Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless drops of water splashing down.

Under the sunshine, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls, shining with dazzling light. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a poem by Li Bai, a great poet, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days".

Then we move on. Soon, we came to the left of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a black hole here. Oh! So this is the filming and singing of Journey to the West-water curtain cave.

So we went in. I walked for a while and then came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, engraved with three concave characters-water curtain cave. Later, I decided to take a photo here.

I saw my uncle's camera click, which left a permanent memory for water curtain cave and me. I like this photo because when I see it, I can clearly see the Huangguoshu Waterfall in my mind.

My favorite photo is a photo taken with a Russian aunt at Zhelin Lake in Yongxiu this May 1 Golden Week. Because this is the first time in my life to take a photo with a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair.

It was a sunny early summer, and a group of nine people, including father, uncle and aunt, came to visit the beautiful Zhelin Lake. There are more than a dozen small islands on the lake, each with its own characteristics.

One of the attractions called "Crocodile Island" is very interesting. Choose beautiful scenery, fresh air and wonderful performances. It is said that there will be two Russian grandmothers performing on 10 in the morning, and our party can't wait to see it for a long time.

After waiting for a long time, I finally got a wonderful performance from two tall Russian aunts. I saw that they sang and danced for a while, and their movements were tacit and beautiful, winning applause from the audience from time to time. I feasted my eyes and enjoyed this exotic national culture, and I couldn't help clapping my hands.

After the performance, my father asked me to take a photo with my Russian aunt. I thought at that time: Will people be "stars" and take photos with our children? At the invitation of my father, I didn't expect a beautiful young Russian aunt to agree. I saw her walk out of the performance site very easygoing, holding my hand and taking a step to a lush forest. She leaned close to me with a smile and let me sit on her lap. Suddenly, I felt like snuggling in my mother's arms, so intoxicated and happy, with a gratified smile on my face.

Click, this moment is fixed as eternity-"My favorite photo" was born. Later, this photo was carefully put into a beautiful photo album and treasured in the depths of my memory ... One photo is on my desk, and another photo is graduation photo, a classmate who graduated from grade six, which is still the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too. I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey.

There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us.

This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away. The students in our class may be the embodiment of their impatience, and they want to act immediately in everything, as long as it is decided or negotiated.

Family ties are indispensable and the most important emotion in life. -Inscription This is a family photo of our family and the only one at present. How time flies! It passed in the blink of an eye. This photo has been taken for six years. Every time I look at the photo frame, I always look at the family photos carefully: aunt, uncle, second aunt, second uncle, uncle, menstruation, mom and dad, grandparents, cousins. I look so happy. The wrinkles on grandpa's forehead and the silver thread on grandma's head all tell their weather-beaten life journey. Of course, they can appreciate the joy of life best. I clearly remember that it was the Spring Festival in 2000, and the whole family, old and young, rushed back to their grandparents' homes from all over the country for the reunion year. At that time, I was only seven years old and sensible, but I didn't know the true meaning of reunion at all, only that there were many people. But since then, the whole family has rarely been together. Now every holiday, either my cousin didn't come, or my cousin didn't come ... Grandma always regrets to say to herself, "When can the whole family get together again?" When you are busy, it is always the easiest to ignore the mood of the older generation. Now, this family photo is slowly yellowing under the erosion of years, but the happy smile of the whole family is always so fresh. I think maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. Our whole family will definitely get together again. There will definitely be a more beautiful and treasured family photo. Pure friendship and passionate love will eventually become family ties. Friends! May you cherish this indelible feeling. -P.S.

3. Photo combination [photo combination]

A photo Today, my mother and I are looking at a photo of my brother and me. Suddenly my brother said loudly, "Brother, who is this man sitting on the elephant's nose?" I looked at it carefully and said, "This smiling child is me-your brother, a photo composition." My brother asked, "Why haven't I been there?" I said, "Of course, you were only one year old and I was five. Of course you haven't been there. " When I was 5 years old, my parents took me to my grandparents' home in Guangzhou for the New Year. I heard that Panyu Safari Park is the largest safari park in China, so my parents took me to Panyu Safari Park. Only when I got there did I know that the animals here were not kept in cages, but were free to find their own food in the Woods. I remember there were fat pandas, beautiful swans, heavy elephants and fierce white tigers from America in the zoo ... "Oh! It hurts! " There was a big cry from the elephant performance hall, and we heard it. It turned out to be a boy of about ten years old sitting on the elephant's nose, writing a photo composition of the fifth grade in primary school. When we came to the elephant area, a kind of curiosity arose, which seemed to give me infinite power. I'm clamoring to ride an elephant. Finally, I sat on the nose of a 4-year-old elephant. Elephants sometimes throw me into the sky again and again, making me laugh beyond description. Sometimes it blocks me back and rushes forward. I almost became an atomic bomb. The elephant threw me out of the air like an airplane. I tell you, the last program is the tug-of-war between man and elephant. We/kloc-more than 0/00 people and 4-year-old elephants still haven't won the tug-of-war competition. Every time I see this photo, I think of it. After listening to my story, my brother argued that his mother would take him this spring. Photo composition of 500 words for primary school students (/)

4.400 words a photo composition.

Every time I see this photo, I think of those lovely parrots. In the photo, a little girl is very busy, that is me, and there are two parrots flying beside her.

I bought these two parrots when I was in the third grade. Once my family went to the flower market, I saw this pair of parrots and asked my mother to buy them. One of the parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue feathers on her face. He is a male parrot. I call him Ying Ge. One has a pink nose, blue feathers and a female parrot. I call it Yanwu. I have established a good relationship with two parrots and I like them very much. They are very active. Singing songs that are better than orioles every day, Yan dances up and down deftly in the cage. Once I put my hand into the birdcage and wanted the parrot to stand in my hand. I went to Yanwu first. As soon as my hand touched its foot, it quickly bit me with its sharp and hard mouth, making me shout, "Ah!" " Then it quickly climbed onto the small swing in the cage. I thought to myself: this rotten swallow dance, I will punish you if I feed it! When I feed them food, I only feed Ying Ge, not Yanwu, and hold it in my hand when I feed Ying Ge. I thought to myself: haha! This is what happens when you bite me! But when I wasn't paying attention, Yan Wu deftly flew out of the cage from my hand. I was surprised, so I quickly put down my food and went to catch the swallow dance. On the other hand, Ying Ge saw her companion go out. Just as the door of the cage was open, she also flew out of the cage. "ah! Don't run back! " I'm so anxious, I want to catch this and that, and I don't know what to do. At this time, my mother just came out with a camera, and "click" took this ridiculous scene.

Later, the two parrots were given away. Every time I see this photo, I can't help laughing. At the same time, I miss my two parrots and wish them more lively and healthy.

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Look! In a photo, there is a little boy in a sportswear with a barbell in his hand. That's what I looked like when I was a child.

This matter is not afraid of your jokes. It was 2008, the day of the Olympic Games and the day of weightlifting. I saw an athlete from our country on TV. He is strong and muscular. At first glance, he is a very powerful player. I saw him go to the stage and lift the barbell with a cry of "Ah". He is still dissatisfied and asks for more. 70 kg, 80 kg, 90 kg ... The weight of barbells is still increasing, almost to the point of unbearable. I am anxious, too. Look at my parents, sweating with anxiety. At this critical moment, I suddenly had a brainwave and went to the kitchen to find two wooden chopsticks. I glued the thick end with transparent tape and put on a big biscuit at the sharp end. "Ha ha! A new generation of children was born in my hands. " I shouted. I ran to the living room and stood in front of the TV. Then I pretend to be struggling, imitate the player's appearance and make a "gnome male-"sound. Mom and dad were puzzled and asked, "son, what are you doing?" Get out of the way! " I said to my parents, "I am cheering for China players!" This is a cheer from TV. We all watched on TV and saw the players lift the last barbell!

Afterwards, I said to my parents, "Look, look, thanks to my strength, China players have been lifted." My parents laughed and cried and said, "Ok, ok, let's take a picture of our son." Say that finish, dad went into the bedroom and took out his camera. He said, "Good boy, stand still and pose like just now." So I took a barbell in my hand and pretended to be very laborious. Dad pressed Allegro and snapped this humorous photo for me.

Instructor: Bai Yang

Comments: Go straight to the topic at the beginning and introduce photos. The origin of the narrative photos is vivid and clear, with a strong interest in life.

5. Write a composition of about 500 words, and ask (who) in the picture to write a good color photo, smiling and looking very happy, but if you look closely, you will find that Wu is kneeling on the ground. Who do you think he looks like? She is lively and cheerful, but very naughty; No one can match her boldness. She looks like a boy. Her uncles, aunts, grandparents and grandparents all said that she didn't look like her parents at all, but she didn't know who she looked like. On one occasion, she and her parents went to Binjiang Avenue in Pudong. Dad wanted to leave some unforgettable photos for her childhood, so he took out his camera cheerfully and looked for a suitable background to take photos while enjoying the beautiful scenery of Binjiang Avenue. In different backgrounds, but the more naughty. One minute you slide around the tile floor, and the next you touch around the building. You don't care if your hands are covered with dust. "Here you are! Yingying, come and sit in a chair, and dad will take your picture! " Her father found a good perspective again and asked her to take pictures! She rushed over to sit in the chair, but because she ran too fast, she couldn't brake, so she tripped over the stool foot of the chair and fell down. "Ah-"she exclaimed. Suddenly, her feet hurt badly, and her parents scrambled to help her up. "Well, nothing!" Before my father finished, my mother interjected, "Does it hurt? Be careful! " She endured the pain and said, "Nothing, it doesn't hurt!" She stood up, assumed a crouching posture and took this meaningful photo with a smile. Every time I take it out, I feel that it reminds her all the time: don't be too naughty, or things will get very bad! When I came home that day, my mom and dad said that she was always naughty for some reason, just like a boy! But I think she is still her, just with different personalities! Tell you what! She is me! I in the photo can best reflect me in life, so you can see what kind of person I am from this photo. What about you? You also take out your photos and share the stories in them with me.

6. A unique photo composition In my photo album, there is a very unique photo that I took while picking strawberries.

Whenever I open the photo album, that unforgettable scene will always come to my eyes. It was Sunday, and Wan Li was clear and sunny.

My good friend Pingchang and my mother and I went to the suburbs to pick strawberries. We walked along the winding path and soon came to the greenhouse where strawberries were grown.

These greenhouses are surrounded by many iron wires and covered with thick white plastic paper. As soon as I entered the door, a hot air came to my face. It was stuffy and hot in the shed, only a few small holes were made in the shed to breathe.

There are rows of strawberries in the greenhouse, and some strawberries hide in dense green bushes and refuse to show up, like shy little girls; Some strawberries are like newborn babies, with a little white all over, lying on the "bed" to sleep; Some strawberries show off their blood-red bodies like men, as if to let us see ourselves and taste its sweetness. These strawberries, which everyone loves, make us extremely excited.

Pingchang and I decided to hold a strawberry picking competition. Whoever picks the most strawberries in the shortest time will win, and my mother will be the referee. Just listen to "1, 2, 3, go!" Mother shouted.

I didn't leave the word "3" behind, so I found it soon. At this moment, I saw a big, red strawberry. I hurried over, squeezed it quickly and let me pick it. Then, I continued to look for my next goal, and I picked another red strawberry ... In this way, the strawberry basket was full, and Pyeongchang also picked a full basket.

Mother reminded us that we could pick another strawberry, so I found it neatly again. Oh, I found it! A big red strawberry is waving to me.

At that moment, I'll pick it right away. I didn't expect Pyeongchang to see this, so she reached for it. In this way, a fresh strawberry was smashed by me and Pyeongchang, and our hands and faces were covered with bright red strawberry juice.

At that time, my mother just took this photo with the camera, and this funny moment was vividly recorded. Now, every time I see this photo, it will remind me of picking strawberries.

7. One of my photos, composition 1:

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one!

My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there is always a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.

At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost like eating at home, but I didn't expect my father to turn off his phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I even enlarged that photo on purpose.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see a picture in my mind and feel my father by my side.

At this moment, I no longer feel that * * * is a ghost, but that * * * is so sweet, because he proved that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

Two:

Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.

In my little photo album, there is a photo that means a lot to me. It was taken where the Red Army flew over the Luding Bridge.

Last May Day, our family was discussing where to travel. Dad said, "Why don't we go on a red tour this year?" ! Go to Luding Bridge. "Let's go, we embarked on a red journey. The scenery along the way is beautiful, with mountains, forests and clouds. It feels like a fairyland on earth. After a few hours' drive, I finally came to Luding Bridge, which I have been longing for for for for a long time.

Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Ganzi Prefecture, Sichuan Province. At first glance, it's just an ordinary iron cable bridge on the Dadu River. But after listening to the introduction of the guide aunt, I have a new understanding of Luding Bridge. It turned out that in order to stop the Red Army's Long March, the enemy tore down the boards on the bridge and kept shooting with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here. But instead of being discouraged, they braved the enemy's bullets to crawl on the chain and won the final victory.

I want to walk on the bridge, too, but as soon as I get there, the bridge starts to shake. I quickly held the chain by the bridge and was shocked to see the rolling Dadu River water under the bridge. Considering how difficult it is for the Red Army to fly over Luding Bridge, I have a sincere admiration for them. Dad said, "Let's take a picture here as a souvenir." Click, I took a photo on the Luding Bridge.

Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.

Three:

There is a very warm and harmonious family photo on my desk. It's still new, because that's what I cherish. At that time, I was in primary school. For holidays, I just want to play unilaterally. Mom and dad are very satisfied. But this time is an exception. They have something to go back to their hometown, and because I have to study, they can't take me with them. A few days before departure, they asked me to take care of me during my period and bought me a lot of things as if to please me. I know they're leaving. I don't want to pester them like hooligans, but I look helpless. This is a relief for them. Finally, there is only one day left, and they will leave tomorrow. This is the first time I have been separated from them for so long. "Shanshan, mom is leaving tomorrow. Do you need anything else? " Mother asked in her softest voice. "Mom, you have to go. Can you give me a photo? " I said, looking at her wistfully. "Sure, which one do you want?" Mother asked politely. "I want a photo of me, my father and you. It's a family photo!" I held my mother's hand as if begging. "Well, you wait a moment. I'll look for it. " Then she got up and left. "no!" I grabbed her and said, "I want the old one, I want the present one, just today." Mom looked at me and said, "OK, we'll leave when Dad comes back, OK?" "good!" I nodded my head. I took my parents by the hand and came to the photo studio. I was so excited that I realized my wish there with my favorite parents. They left the next day. In more than twenty days after they left, I don't know how many nights, holding it, thinking about mom and dad, and gradually falling asleep. In my sleep, I dreamed of living with them. Although it has been a long time, this photo has always been my favorite. It is my soul and comfort when I am lonely.

8. A photo is on my desk. There's a picture. I look so proud in the photo. I stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the beautiful scenery of Taihu Lake in the distance.

Looking at this photo, I can't help but think of the scene when my family went to Wuxi to climb Huishan last summer vacation ... At the foot of Huishan, my brother said to me, "Let's have a competition to see who can climb the top first!" " I thought about it: Huishan is not very high. I climbed the Huangshan Mountain. What am I afraid of? ! I want to compete with my brother! In my brother's voice: "Go!" The mountain climbing competition officially started! At first, I ran very fast and kept pace with my brother, leaving my mother and grandmother behind. I was very happy to see the forging and kicking silicon fist. My feet were a little sore before I got halfway, but my brother was as light as before. I'm going to follow closely behind, for fear that I can't keep up with my brother and fall behind. I can't show weakness! Finally, halfway up the mountain, my feet were completely numb and my breathing was as heavy as lead. Gradually, my brother and I pulled away, and my mother passed me. I thought to myself: forget it, forget it! Anyway, the scenery above is no different from that below! I will go up slowly with grandma! Just then, my brother said to me not far away: "Come on! Don't be discouraged! You can't climb such a low mountain! Cut! " Yes! You can't give up halfway! I'm sure I can climb the mountain! After my efforts, I successfully climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the beautiful Taihu Lake … Ah! Just as I was intoxicated with the beautiful scenery, there was a flash of "wiping the card" in front of my eyes. It's my brother! He's taking pictures of me! Seeing that I was looking at him, my brother smiled at me and took a picture of my mother ... Now look at this picture of me, and I still think I remember the last time I climbed Huishan. I like this picture very much! I typed this word for word! My true story.

9. Composition and writing method of "A Photo" Every time I open the photo album, there are many photos in it. There is such a photo that my mother and I hug each other tightly.

It was a summer day. I went to zhanhe Park with my parents. As soon as we entered the park gate, we could see straight trees, green grass and colorful flowers. We found a green meadow, and there was a dense grove beside the meadow, in which several delicate and charming flowers were in full bloom.

I am sitting on the grass and playing happily. I was very moved to see my mother busy preparing fruit and food for me from home. I walked gently to my mother and gave her a big hug. At this time, my father's camera clicked and left this happy moment to my mother and me.

I like this photo; Because I saw it, I thought of the greatness and selfless dedication of maternal love.

10. About the composition of a photo, a photo tells a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.