There is a picture looking at the composition

1. Write an essay around a picture

“Click”, one of my favorite photos was born in my mother’s camera in an instant.

Whenever I see it, I will remember the time when I went to Qiandao Lake with my parents. Look, I am smiling in the photo, my eyes are narrowed, and there is a small hole on my cheek. Dimples.

I am wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans, with a big fish-shaped lock on my back. Behind me is a dense grove with tall trees. The big trees, green grass, light yellow flowers and low bushes are so beautiful! Looking at this photo, the floodgates of my memory automatically opened on that day, the sun was shining and there was no cloud in the sky. The family came to Qiandao Lake with a school tour group.

There are beautiful mountains and clear waters, singing birds and fragrant flowers, and there are many small islands. We came to the "Lock Island" and saw countless small "linked locks".

People wrote messages on the lock, expressing their good feelings.

Wow! There is a big lock here! Although the appearance of this lock is very similar to our common locks, it is extremely large - hundreds of times larger than ordinary locks! As the tour guide introduced it, he pointed to a key not far away and said that there was a key standing there. , whoever can turn it can open the lock. Dad became curious, walked to the big key, lifted the guy with difficulty, and actually opened the huge lock. We all cheered... We walked for a while, and suddenly, a huge stone carp appeared on the side of the road! When I looked carefully, it turned out to be a big carp-shaped lock! I took a "photo" with the "big carp".

This is my favorite photo, and I will treasure it forever in my memory. 2. Look at the pictures and write an essay. (300 words)

Mother’s love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; maternal love is like continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and nourishing your heart; maternal love is like winter’s The stove creates warm sunshine for you in the harsh winter.

I remember that one winter when I was young, my father was on a business trip, and my mother had to take care of the business in the store. You have to take care of me.

However, my mother didn’t let me go out to play and told me to stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But I was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, I arrived. In the early hours of the night, I developed a high fever, and my mother was frightened. What should I do if this happens to me and my mother when my father is not here?

It was pitch dark on the road, and I was so scared that I called out to my mother. She said, "Lulu, don't be afraid, just lie on my back and we'll be there." "

When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I met the doctor. The doctor took my temperature. When he saw it, the fever was 41 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother: "How did you become such a mother?" The children were burned like this, why were they sent here? You must be hospitalized, so go through the hospitalization procedures as soon as possible! "My mother just said silently: "Yeah. "

But maternal love can also be harsh. When it comes to my studies, my mother never relaxes. It was in the first semester of fifth grade, and I scored 76 points in the English test.

When I handed the paper to my mother anxiously, and when she saw the score, she walked to the bedroom alone without saying a word, and closed the door with a "squeak". I couldn't help it anymore. He walked into the bedroom, stood in front of his mother crying and said: "Mom, please hit me! You hit me! It’s me who is disobedient, and I will study hard in the future.”

Mom said with tears in her eyes: “Lulu, mom won’t beat you, but you have to remember that you have to stand out in the future and be a good person. Those who contribute to the country must be down-to-earth, one step at a time, start from now on, and study hard! "Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by mothers with their own love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love.

Mother, protects her children throughout her life. Silently guiding the direction of our children behind their backs. Is there anything we can repay for our mother's love for us? Just like: "Whoever speaks of an inch of grass can repay three rays of spring." "

As the saying goes, "The thread in a loving mother's hands is the thread in a wanderer's body..." Maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God has sent you an eternal one. The angel who accompanies you, her name is mom.

When I was in the first grade, my dad worked out of town and my mom was a class teacher in a middle school. She was busy with her work and often came back very late. But her love for me has not diminished at all.

I remember that it was a night when I had a cold and my mother was still giving lectures to the students. , but at this moment, I suddenly developed a high fever, and my forehead was very hot.

My mother just returned home with her tired body, saw that I had a high fever, and quickly carried me out. Chong, there was not a single pedestrian or car on the street, only my mother’s thin figure shuttled in the rain.

A gust of cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seemed to notice something.

She took me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, he ran to the hospital quickly.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn’t even take a breath, she held me in her arms to register, give me injections, and give me infusions. I kept crying during the injection, so my mother held my hand, leaned into my ear and whispered to me: "My dear daughter, stop crying, my mother will always be by your side."

At that time, after hearing these words, my body seemed to be filled with power. During the infusion, my mother stayed with me day and night.

When I was hungry, she fed me. When I wanted to sleep, she told me stories. I lost for two days and two nights in one day, so my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.

My illness has healed and I have gained weight, but my mother’s eyes have become red and have dark circles, and she has also lost a lot of weight. I will definitely study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.

Fatherly love is like a mountain. My father seems to be a dull person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. In my memory, he seems to have never hugged me or said a warm word to me. As time went by, I thought my father didn't like me at all. Every time I saw him, I felt a little inexplicable "fear". Perhaps seeing the development of our father-son relationship, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgates of my memory.

My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door and kept walking around. When he learned that mother and son were safe, he was happy I jumped up and quickly bought some candies and melon seeds and gave them to everyone I met. Dad couldn't control his emotions. He walked into the corridor countless times and let his tears of happiness flow.

And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother was working the night shift, and my father took me to play in the newly built stadium. At that time, the lights in the square had not been installed yet, but people who came to exercise But there were so many. As soon as I arrived at the edge of the stadium, I rushed into the sea of ??people like an arrow. My father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear him, fearing that he would restrict my freedom. After I played to my heart's content for a while, I realized that my dad was not with me. I suddenly felt a little scared. I knew that the trouble was serious and I was worried about bad guys. I didn't dare to call dad, so I suppressed the fear and groped back. When I got home, my father hadn't come back yet, and I knew that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sat in a dark corner of the building.

I don’t know how much time passed before I saw my father limping over with his shoes in hand, his face full of anxiety. I thought: This time my grumpy father will definitely beat me hard. . After my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice: "Don't run so fast when you go out to play again. When adults call you, you must agree immediately. Do you understand?" I nodded. Head, when my father put me down, I discovered that there was a lot of blood on my father's feet. I knew that in order to find me, my father dragged his injured leg for an unknown distance and even bruised his feet.

Now that I think about it and experience it carefully, I realize that my father also loves me deeply, but he just keeps his love deep in his heart. Father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and accompanied me as I grew up.

Father's love is like a mountain. I have wanted to write an article for my father for a long time, but I have never started writing it.

3. How to write a composition by looking at multiple pictures

To write a composition by looking at multiple pictures, you must clearly see the changes in the environment, the changes in the characters, the relationship between the main characters and the secondary characters in the consecutive pictures, and also Analyze the internal logical relationship between multiple pictures. For example, "Good Neighbor" *** has four pictures. The first picture: There are some clothes hanging in a yard, and the clothes are fluttering in the strong wind. The second picture: It is raining heavily. , a boy is taking long strides, running out of the door and rushing to the yard. The third picture: The boy has several clothes on his arms and wrists and is walking into the house. In the yard, it is still raining heavily. The third picture: Four pictures: In a room, a boy is handing folded clothes to an aunt. These four pictures are obviously in chronological order, showing the development process of one thing. It can be seen from the two middle pictures, Due to the change in weather, the plot develops rapidly. From the first and last pictures, it can be determined that the characters are neighbors. It is guessed that the weather must be good in the morning. The aunt took the time to wash the clothes, hang them in the yard and go to work. The whole process of the matter After thinking about it, when writing the content of each picture, you should pay attention to the detailed description. The first picture: a clear sky, clean clothes hanging on the rope. The weather suddenly changed, the sky darkened, and the wind became stronger and stronger. .Second picture: It started to rain. Did the raindrops hitting the window make the boy notice what was happening in the yard, or did the strong wind remind him? What did he think when he saw the rain? How did he rush into the yard in three steps and two steps at a time? How does he take off his clothes? Detailed descriptions should use continuous verbs to describe the action of taking off clothes: standing on tiptoes, stretching out arms, reaching, picking, and pulling. The rain soaked his hair and poured into his neck. He didn't care whether there was another small piece of clothing. It was hung too high, so he jumped up and pulled it off... These details must be reasonably imagined according to the picture and combined with our actual living conditions. The third picture: The boy returned with wet clothes. House. We can imagine that maybe he hung all the clothes to dry in the house; maybe he washed the rain-soaked clothes again with clean water and dried them in the washing machine before hanging them in the house. The fourth picture: looking at From the actions of the two people in the picture, we can imagine that the aunt must be praising and thanking the boy. Is the child saying: "You're welcome, we are all good neighbors?" In short, pay attention to the pictures when looking at multiple pictures. Changes, connections between each picture, association while looking, and attention to details. Only in this way can the composition be flesh-and-blood, vivid and touching. 4. Use this picture to write an essay

I believe this content will be helpful to you! The scroll "Listening to the Rain on the Pavilion" is now in the Shenyang Palace Museum. It is ink pen and paper. It is three feet one inch high and one foot wide. It is included in the second volume of "The Complete Works of Calligraphy and Painting of Shi Tao" published by Tianjin People's Fine Arts Publishing House and is also included in People's Fine Arts Publishing House. It became the essence of Shi Tao's works in "Selected Works of Chinese Famous Masters·Shi Tao" published by the Press in 2003.

There is a poem recorded on it: "Shuanggan Pavilion is bright with jasper, and the green shade is cool and the stone bed is clear. The south wind blows away the leisurely wine, and I lie down and listen to the sound of the evening rain."

Style Signed: "Written by Da Dizi of Qing Dynasty in Yizhi Pavilion." The calligraphy is written in regular script, which is too square and powerful, unlike the calligraphy style of Shi Tao in his later years who had a strong and gentle style of writing.

The arrangement of rocks, willows, pines and houses is also too square and seems rigid. The houses are almost like boundary paintings.

There is a problem with the names of the places this painting traverses. "Dadizi" is Shi Tao's new name after he left Buddhism after the completion of Daditang. Yizhi Pavilion is a small pavilion where Shi Tao lived in Jinling in 1687 at Changgan Temple (that is, Dabaoen Temple). Get out of here.

After taking up the title of "Da Dizi" at the end of 1696, although there is a record of a more than ten-day trip to Jinling (1702), there is no record of visiting Yizhi Pavilion again. In Shi Tao's handed down works, there is no information about returning to Yizhi Pavilion after 1687.

In his later years, Shi Tao was nicknamed "Zhixiaren" in Yangzhou in order to commemorate his career in Jinling. But the "Yizhi Pavilion" in the postscript of the painting is obviously the location, not the font size.

Looking at Shi Tao's ideological situation, Yizhi Pavilion has special significance in the development of his thoughts. As a living place, Yizhi Pavilion is small and cramped, as small as a bird's nest. I feel embarrassed to extend my friendship to my friends. Shi Tao came from Xuancheng and lived in this small pavilion. He was dissatisfied. He said: "The golden land and the pearl forest are always idle, and a lonely branch is really a waste."

In such a glorious place, I Is it possible that all you can enjoy is a place to stand? Mei Qing once advised him on this. But later, he seemed to fall in love with Yizhi Pavilion. He grandly signed his calligraphy and painting works: "In Yizhi Pavilion".

As a space, Yizhige is insignificant, but it was in this embarrassing Yizhige that prompted him to develop interesting philosophical thinking, and even connected it with the core ideas of Zen. There is a life force here. From the frustration of "sending a branch without a hair and name" to the passion of "if you can understand the joy of Zen, there is no peak", he understood the mystery of Zen.

What would it be like to relive the past life in that shy little hut with a broken bed and a stove, as the postscript of this painting says? But this painting Works no. There are only plain and carefree sketches here! This work is definitely not by Shi Tao.

Moreover, the red seal of "Old Man of Qingxiang" inscribed in the title of this work is a small square seal. Shi Tao had an oval-shaped seal of "Old Man of Qingxiang" in red, which was probably dated to Shi Tao's later period in Jinling. It began to be used and was often used in Shi Tao's works in his later years. The small square seal of "Old Man of Qingxiang" is the only one seen in extant works signed by Shi Tao. 5. Write an essay about an interesting painting

Outside the window

Every night when I get home and sit in front of the window, I can hear the gentle sound of the piano, so melodious and crisp. , there is a girl on the other side of the window smiling sweetly, writing music from her fingertips, but the only drawback is: she only has 9 fingers. She dominates the little girl across from my house, she is a disabled person.

I remember the day she moved in, we were all very happy to meet such a cute little girl, but God was not so attached to her that she lost her finger forever in an accident. What was even more surprising was that She fell in love with the piano, which meant that she would work harder than others. "It doesn't matter, I never feel that I am any different from others." When my sister said this, I did see tears in her mother's eyes...

After the self-study class, my sister came home and sat down When you reach the bed, you can see that the light on the opposite side is still bright, and your own life is rippling in this quiet night, making the night warm.

After practicing for a long time, there are "meat pads" on the little fingertips. The teenage salesman seems to be as old as the hands of a thirty-year-old. I saw her mother in Helping her wrap her hands, I was very curious, "What are you doing?" Her mother said angrily and regretfully: "Winter is coming, the weather is bad, she doesn't listen to me, and her hands are cracked from practicing." Looking at the purple hands, I couldn't help but feel a pinch in my heart. When I looked back, Nannan's smiling face also appeared on her face. I also smiled happily, because when I sat down at the piano and my parents were everything to Nannan.

One warm afternoon, the sound of the piano came in again. I stuck my head out and shouted, "Nanny." She also stuck out half her head and said, "What's the matter? I'm practicing the piano. "I said, "Why haven't you heard this piece before?" "It's new." "Can you play it for me?" "Okay!" She was excited and happy. I knelt on the balcony and watched her playing the piano. The sun shines on her hair, which is golden, like a dynamic oil painting. "How is it?" I was still immersed in the lingering sound but I was awakened by her, "Oh! It sounds very good." Then she smiled even brighter, she showed her hands to the sun and asked: "My hands Is it weird?” I said, “No, it’s beautiful.” I felt guilty. Why is God so cruel to her.

Last night, I saw her playing the piano again under the dim light. Her figure was swaying outside the window, the sound of her piano was floating outside the window, and her soul was singing outside the window.

I looked up and looked out the window, and what I saw was an optimistic smile and firm eyes. 6. When reading comics and writing essays, there are four pictures. 1. A man is holding a frog and marked below (you sell it) 2.

Don’t buy it. The points given by LZ are too few = = Well, let’s list them for you. Outline: First of all, the picture you gave is about selling rare wild animals, and from people's behavior, it shows that in the lack of restraint in the law, the punishment is too light, resulting in serious hunting of wild animals and the situation is getting worse! 2. You can write about incidents of capturing and selling wild animals and draw out the main theme (this picture is a bit of a satire on today’s imperfect legal system and the inaction of law enforcement agencies!), and then write comments on such incidents, and Advice to today’s social system, laws, law enforcement agencies, and traffickers! 3. Most traffickers actually don’t know that selling wild animals is a crime. We can also make some suggestions for the popularization of the law ~ 4. The main idea is that there must be a cause and a result. Why does this kind of phenomenon occur? It’s people greed, weak understanding of the law and inaction of law enforcement agencies. 7. Autumn is a harvest season. Draw a picture and then read the picture and write a composition.

Autumn is here. There are endless golden ears of wheat in the fields, and the farmer uncles are working hard to harvest the wheat ears. A group of red scarf young pioneers came to help the farmer uncle harvest rice. After harvesting, the farmer uncle said: "Thank you, kids." The Young Pioneers said: "You're welcome." This is what our young pioneers should do.

In the orchard, the apples on the apple tree seem to be shy little faces, blushing and hanging all over the branches; the pear trees on the pear tree are like yellow gourds; the grape trellis The grapes on the tree are like strings of purple pearls hanging on the branches... Also, the maple leaves in autumn are redder than the azaleas in spring and the blazing sun...

On the grass, the children walked on On the soft grass, facing the gentle autumn wind, people are running and flying kites, and there is laughter and laughter everywhere. Colorful kites flutter in the air.

In the distance, grandparents who love literature and art are singing loudly, singing the joy in their hearts and the joy of the harvest...

Autumn is so beautiful, I like the harvest season of autumn, this What a refreshing season!