An old photo composition

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I have taken many photos, leaving a good memory, among which a photo of riding a horse is the most precious.

When I was five years old, my family visited the ancient city of Jingzhou, which used to be a battlefield during the Three Kingdoms period. There were many places of interest, such as moats, towers, city walls and galloping horses ... Although I was very young, as soon as I saw the tall horse, I couldn't wait to ride it. The horse is very strong, with windy hooves, commanding prestige, brown body, thick legs, smooth body, as if it were oiled and shiny, with locks of hair on its neck in an orderly way, and shining golden in the sunlight. I was a little scared and wanted to ride a horse very much. With my father's encouragement, I became brave. My father put me on the horse's back, my hands firmly grasped the saddle, my legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, I smiled, held my head high and held my chest high, and ran around on the flat grass. My father immediately took out his camera and took this precious photo.

This old photo has brought me fond memories, and I have kept it ever since! An old photo composition 2

There are many photos in my photo album, and my favorite is a photo taken by my brother and me.

I remember that day, my brother, sister and I were going to the museum. Early in the morning, we packed our things, my brother went to bring the car, my sister and my brother got into the car together, and we set off. We saw colorful flowers when we were walking on the road. After a while, I finally arrived at the museum. I entered the museum with my brother, sister and brother, and we saw a lot of things. Walking, we saw a giant panda, very cute. Brother asked me to stand next to the giant panda. Brother took many photos of me with his mobile phone. After the filming, my sister said, "Brother, go up, too. I'll take a picture of you two." My brother came to the other side of the giant panda. My brother and I made a gesture of "yeah" for the camera. We took this photo with smiles on our faces.

I like this photo, and I want to keep it forever. Every time I see this photo, I think of the happiness of that day. An old photo composition 3

The incident in the photo happened on August 28th, 1937, when the Japanese invaders bombed the South Railway Station, which was recorded by a reporter.

In the photo, the railway station was bombed by the Japanese invaders. The original intact platform has turned into several piles of ruins, and the scene in front of the platform is even more terrible. The tracks are full of bombed tiles, and the bodies of China people are lying under the broken tiles.

A little boy of three or four years old was in the ruins, looking at the bloody bodies around him, staring in horror and crying desperately with his mouth open: "Mom! Mom! I want my mother! ..... However, his mother can no longer hear his voice. She was killed by a Japanese bomb.

The little boy's wound is bleeding and painful. My heart is bleeding and aching, too. We have parents and a warm home, but the little boy was taken away by the war and became a poor orphan.

what will be the life of this little boy in the future? Perhaps, he will be rescued by a kind-hearted person, perhaps, he will be killed by a bomb, perhaps, he will starve to death in the street ...

This old photo not only records the fate of a child, but also records the shame of China people. We, the new generation of China people, must make great efforts to study more powerful scientific weapons to make the Chinese nation stronger and never be bullied by foreigners again. An old photo composition 4

There is a photo hanging in front of my house. Whenever I see this photo, my thoughts are brought to that night.

I remember that it was February 16th, 2xx, when my family was traveling in Shanghai. That night, after dinner, my father said, "Let's go out and play!" " We all agreed. After packing, we walked out of the hotel. As soon as I walked out of the hotel, my father picked up his mobile phone. My brother and I didn't know what my father was going to do. I stood on tiptoe and saw that it was a "drip taxi". We waited for several minutes, the bus came, and we got on the bus at once. The driver said, "Where are you going?" Dad said, "Let's go to the Oriental Pearl." Soon, we arrived at the Oriental Pearl. After paying the money, we got off the bus. We wandered around the Oriental Pearl, and Shanghai at night was really beautiful! Walking, we saw a place to take pictures. My mother said to my brother and me, "Let's take a picture of you two." My mother invited my uncle who took pictures to come over. My younger brother and I each made a gesture, and only heard a click, and a photo was taken. After taking photos, we went to take a boat and then went back to the hotel.

This photo has my best memories, and I like it very much. An old photo composition 5

"Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom" bursts of plane bombing, accompanied by the collapse of houses, accompanied by shouts, the ground was covered with bodies, which was the tragic scene on August 28, 1937. On that day, the Japanese bombed the South Railway Station in Shanghai by plane, and the original bustling railway station became a ruin in a few seconds.

He may be hungry, but there is nothing to eat by the roadside. He may be afraid because mom and dad are not around; He may have been hurt by the plane bombing ... He kept crying. Maybe he thought his crying would attract his parents, but it was impossible. They were already killed in the bombing.

Jiasheng Wang's mother gave her life to save him. At the moment of the explosion, she hugged him tightly, and countless fragments crossed him, and her coat was dyed red with blood. With her last strength, she said to young Jiasheng Wang, "Baby, you ... have a good life-go! Then he died. When Jiasheng Wang saw this scene and heard this, he burst into tears. What could he do but cry? He stood up hard, struggled to the track of the train, cried and kept calling: "Mom, Dad, where are you?"

Fortunately, he was saved by a kind-hearted man, took him in and got a nice name-Jiasheng Wang.

Peace is what we all want, so let's join hands and contribute to peace together. An old photo composition 6

There is an old photo in our Chinese book, which records that on August 28th, 1937, Japan bombed the South Station of Shanghai Railway Station, and this scene was photographed by a reporter. This old photo shocked me and brought my thoughts back to 1937.

On that day, the plane of the Japanese invaders circled over the South Station of Shanghai Railway Station, and shells fell like raindrops. A few minutes ago, it was a noisy and lively railway station, but now it has changed beyond recognition. Houses collapsed, bridges broke and tracks bent. People who lost their loved ones are in agony, and many people are in a pool of blood.

There was a little boy crying in the crowd, and his clothes were stained with blood. Where are his father and mother? Whether to die under the evil gunfire to protect the child or to be separated from the child. How helpless and pitiful the child is. I don't know how many children are as painful and sad as him and suffer the same fate.

Today's world is not peaceful, and many places are still in the midst of bullets and smoke. What we want is not war, but peace. We all hope that the world will be peaceful forever and there will be no war. An old photo composition 7

The sun covers the earth, but the weather is not hot, but there is a faint coolness coming from the wind. Autumn is crisp, which is the harvest season.

at this moment, I was standing by the bed, staring at the person standing on the podium in the photo frame.

This photo was taken when I was in the fourth grade. At that time, I was taking part in the sports meeting. I remember clearly that my number was No.9. When the announcement that No.9 contestant was going to take part in the long jump competition, please go to the bunker sounded, I was so excited that I couldn't help but recall the hard work every day a few months ago and the progress again and again, all for this sports meeting. Thinking about it, I have reached the edge of the bunker, and I recovered my thoughts. I concentrated. When the referee gave the order, I struggled to jump. The sand flew with a bang, which blurred my vision and gradually the sand calmed down. I quickly looked back and jumped well. On the second jump, I jumped further, and I was very excited, because I had never jumped so far, but I was able to jump back to the jumper. The referee's words made my mood fall to the bottom, and I crossed the line, but before I recovered from my lost mood, the third jump began. It's okay. It's okay this time.

The cool autumn wind pulled me out of my memory. I still stood by the bed and stared at the picture of me standing on the highest podium with a gold medal and a smile on my face. An old photo composition 8

There is a photo in my mother's mobile phone. I feel very proud every time I see this photo. In the photo, I stand proudly on the road, holding high the fruits of my labor: thirteen little goldfish, which is the result of my first fishing.

That's a photo taken when my parents and I went to the park to play during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday this year. On that day, we played in the skating rink for a long time. When we were about to go home, I accidentally saw a group of people fishing around a big pool on the roadside, so I ran over curiously, but when I looked at it, my heart itched, pestering my father to fish. I didn't expect my father to agree happily.

Mother stuck the fish food on the hook. I carefully put the hook in the fish pond and waited quietly for the little fish to take the bait. Suddenly, a little black goldfish came to eat. I suddenly lifted the hook up and thought I was done. I didn't expect the little fish to eat the fish food and ran away cunningly.

it turns out that fishing is so difficult. Next, my father told me the trick of fishing, and I caught thirteen small fish in my last * * *.

to commemorate my first fishing, my mother took this photo specially.

with my dad's help, I finally caught my first small fish, an old photo composition 9

This photo was taken by a reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 1937. After a burst of indiscriminate bombing, there were ruins everywhere. Broken overpasses, twisted railways, broken houses, and brick fragments all over the floor.

In the photo, a child is crying. He was about 4-5 years old, his face was blackened by smoke, his clothes were tattered, and there were tears and blood on his face. He seemed to shout, "Dad! Mom! Where are you? " It turned out that people knew that the Japanese army was going to attack Shanghai, so they had to escape from this land of right and wrong. When the little boy's family fled, his parents were killed by Japanese artillery shells, and only the little boy survived. He may become a little beggar in the future.

The disasters brought by war are profound, especially those innocent children. Many children lost their homes and became refugees because of the war, and most of them were malnourished because of food shortage. The aggressor is an evil devil, a cruel executioner and a stumbling block to international peace.

we are eager for world peace! An old photo composition 1

This is the real scene taken by reporters when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 1937.

In the photo, a child is facing the ruins, crying, the broken overpass, the collapsed house, and the ground is full of broken bricks and tiles ... What was originally a bustling scene vanished in an instant. She just snuggled up in her mother's arms and spoiled, and she could never find her parents again. Planes roared by, and gunfire roared, which blew up her beautiful childhood. She was stunned by this sudden change and sat on the ground crying helplessly and alone.

She may not understand what has happened at all, but her fate is doomed to change. Since then, she has lost her father, mother and home. There is no mom and dad who love her, no comfortable crib, and only she lives alone in this world filled with smoke.

I hate the Japanese invaders and the initiators of the war. He brought endless disasters to the people of China, and many people lost their loved ones, were displaced and wandered the streets. At that time, China was in a turbulent era, where the poor were trapped and bullied everywhere. Today, the motherland is growing stronger, but the "flower of peace" is still delicate. We long for peace. Although we can't stop the war, we can continue to strengthen the power of peace.

for our motherland, work hard! Read for the rise of China! An old photo composition 11

There are many photos in my mother's mobile phone, and one of them is my favorite, which was taken in Rizhao.

I was walking towards the high water area in that photo, and my face was very angry. Why do you look angry? There is another story in it. Do you want to hear it? Let me tell you. On that day, we went to Rizhao by train, with me, my mother, my mother's friends and my little brother. We left for the train at six o'clock. After we got on the train, we rested and ate snacks on the train ... About three hours later, we arrived in Rizhao. But we got lost as soon as we got off the train. Fortunately, my mother's friend came and took the four of us to the seaside. After we bought the swimming ring, we happily ran to the seaside and began to play with water. We threw water at each other and were very happy. At this time, my aunt said, "Let's go to the high water area to play." We went to the high water area, and the waves in the high water area were too big. I was slapped to the bottom and then floated up again. "The sea is so salty!" I can't help saying. Without paying attention, I was washed back to the shore at once. "Damn it! I am so angry! " I returned to the high water area angrily. The waves came again, and I turned my back to them. "hey! It didn't wash me away. " I made a face at it. Then several waves came, and I hid one by one. When we had a good time, my mother took many photos of us, one of which was taken when I went to the high water area with an angry face.

This photo is my favorite. Whenever I see this photo, I still feel like it just happened. An old photo composition 12

I saw such an old photo in a book today. The houses here collapsed, and there were ruins everywhere. The air was filled with the smoke of war. Next to a pile of ruins, a two-or three-year-old child was sitting, wearing torn and dirty clothes.

This photo was taken by a reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station on August 28th, 1937. I think the child must be crying for his parents. I have heard my father tell me that when the United States hits Iraq, as long as one falls, it will blow up the houses in Iraq and let thousands of them.