Write a composition according to a deeply moved photo.

1. A photo (written by others) whose composition touched me makes people old, but what is not old is family. No matter where we are, relatives will always be our most solid spiritual pillar and ideal emotional sustenance!

I can trace back to my childhood and recall that touching feeling. At that time, I often went shopping with my grandmother. In order to go to the food market, I have to walk on the sidewalk and cross the road. After work, cars come and go in the street, and the endless stream of people hurried by. Old, grandma's legs look clumsy and can't walk fast. She walked beside me with a vegetable basket and talked about trivial things.

Cross the road and you will find the food market. Grandma suddenly stopped. He held the basket in his arms and extended his right hand to me. ...

Suddenly, my heart trembled. What a familiar gesture. ...

In primary school, you also have to cross a road to get to school. Grandma is worried about my accident and walks me across the street every day before turning back. When crossing the road, he always holds my little hand in his hand, leads me to the other side of the road, and tells me again and again, "Don't cross the road when there is a car coming" and "cross the road with others" ...

I vaguely remember that cold night-in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt a torrent coming in my mind, and my eyes were blurred and pain wrapped around me. At this time, there came an anxious and kind voice: "Does it hurt?" Wandering around me, I slowly opened my eyes and found my mother carrying me to the hospital. The wind and rain made the hot mother walk hard. In this dark night, my mother's pale face, which was wet by rain, looked so awake. I looked at this face and felt very strange. It was completely different from the young face before. Does time really fly as people say? A sudden pain in my heart made me angry. I regret how I could talk to my parents in that hateful tone before. In this painful but not painful mood, I deeply felt my parents' affection-a burning heart.

I learned to ride a bike from my father when I was six years old. At first, my father took my car and I rode it. Half an hour later, my father released the car without my knowledge. I turned to talk to my father, but I didn't see anyone else. I suddenly panicked. I only heard a clang and fell down. My mother, who loves me the most, rushed to help me, but her father stopped her and said, "It's really useless. She cried when she fell and let her get up by herself. " I looked unhappy, so I quickly got up to help the car and rode it. I want to prove that I have this ability. At the moment I got on it, I remember a smile on my father's lips. ...

Without sunshine, there would be no warm days; Without rain and dew, there would be no bumper harvest; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no ourselves; Without affection, the world would be lonely and dark. I am grateful to them from the bottom of my heart. From the moment I went to middle school, I vowed that I would try my best to be kind to my loved ones in their lifetime. Whenever and wherever, I will treat them as they treat me and let them live a better life in the future-this is my greatest obligation. I know that no matter what I say or do, it is not as good as their love for me. Because that is the most precious thing in one's time.

2. A photo composition that moved me 300. In my photo album, there is a photo like this. A big wave wrapped a four-or five-year-old girl in it. That girl is me. When I see this five-inch photo, it will remind me of that ... That summer, my father organized a trip and several people went to Dalian together. We went to Dalian Tiger Beach Park, where there are stones by the sea.

I also saw a small reef with many small holes and many small crabs as big as fingernails crawling on it. I caught a small crab in my hand. Crabs itch when they get up. It's really interesting. We took many photos, one of which made me unforgettable. Dad chose a scene for me, which is very beautiful. Behind him is the endless sea, and the market at the foot is as sharp as a knife. I'm wearing a gorgeous bathing suit, which is very beautiful. I made a "gesture"-my right hand was in the shape of "OK", and my father was preparing to take a photo: "One, two.

"Positive count to two, a wave suddenly rolled in front of me, my father a shutter, took everything down.

The big wave came, and dad jumped down without even taking care of his shoes. He pushed the camera to an aunt who came to save me from getting involved in the sea, but he didn't wait for him to come. The big wave passed, and he only took one of my slippers as a gift. My father looked at me and said nothing, but I knew he must be saying, "That was close." He picked me up and said, "Almost, you are like that slipper."

I pouted and said, "I choked my nose with water. It's nothing, but the water is too salty and terrible!" " "Although thrilling, my father's shutter took a rare moment in a hundred years. This time, through my experience, I understand a truth-nothing can be predicted at the last second.

The only regret is that my father cut a big wound on his toe to save me and lost a lot of blood.

3. Have seen the most touching photos and essays. In the process of growing up, I have many unforgettable things. These things are like bright and deep stars that cut through the night sky. They are the most unforgettable waves in my childhood. I still remember this incident vividly, that is, the friendship between my good friend Linlin and me, which is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea.

Linlin and I are inseparable partners. As long as there is her position, I will always be indispensable. We are classmates. We go home from school every day and go to school together, but our personalities are quite different. At this time, you will ask, how can two people who are very different from each other become good friends? Then I'll tell you!

I still clearly remember that day when we finished school very late, and my family and hers were neighbors. I'm a little scared. Let her go with me. We were silent all the way. Suddenly, I didn't see a big pit in front of me, so I fell and twisted my ankle. I immediately got scared. I think this guy must be gloating now to get back at my previous resentment. However, her behavior surprised me. She gave me the schoolbag first, and then tried her best to carry me back. She is thin, but I think her back is wide. She looks ordinary, but I think she is great. By the time we got home, she was covered in big men and panting. I am very touched. She moistened my heart like a spring rain. The next day, I greeted him and she smiled at me. Gradually, we got closer and closer and became bosom friends envied by our classmates. But it didn't last long. Two years later, we separated. Before we parted, we took a photo together as a souvenir. When we parted, we all burst into tears. It broke my heart to watch her leave by car. Now, as long as I see that photo, I will think of the good times between us!

I want to treasure and cherish this photo like a baby, not for anything else, just because it has become our beautiful and unforgettable memory!

4. Write photos taken since childhood. Which one is very touching? I go home from school during the National Day holiday. Before leaving work, I saw grandma waiting in the distance. I walked home and saw my mother's busy figure. Shouting: "Mom!" Mom turned around, looked at me and smiled. At this time, grandma was still walking behind.

I put my schoolbag in my room and suddenly saw a photo on the table. When I took it, I was very surprised: "Mom, where did you get it?" This is not a photo of me performing with my classmates! "

"xxx asked the teacher for it in elementary school."

Looking at the photos, I am so excited, so excited, and the mood at the moment is beyond words. Although the face of this photo is simple and blurred, it is not clear. I can't even see myself, but fortunately I remember where I am, and that's how I found myself. To me, this blurred photo is like a treasure. Because of my inseparable friends in primary school, I have good memories in primary school.

In the evening, grandma sat by the bed folding clothes, and I sat by the bed watching TV. I handed the photo to my grandmother: "Milk, this is my performance photo when I came to the sixth grade. Guess which one is me? " I thought grandma didn't know because I didn't even recognize myself. Grandma looked at the photo and quickly pointed to a person. I was stunned. Grandma said, "This is it!" I suddenly nodded and asked, "Grandma, how do you know?" Grandma said, "How could I not recognize you?" !

Suddenly, my nose is sour and my eyes are wet ... Now think about it, I haven't been with my grandmother for a long time. And every time after school, the first one to pick me up is always grandma; Every time I think of something good, it's grandma. ...

I held back my tears and didn't speak. I silently took a dress from my grandmother and folded it. Grandma looked at me and smiled.

5. A touching composition with relatives caused by a photo In my memory, there is a particularly unforgettable photo that my sister and I took at the chrysanthemum exhibition in Xinyuan Square.

It was autumn, and I was wearing a dark blue coat and black pants, just like a cowboy in the west. My sister is wearing a red shirt and jeans, just like Mulan joined the army for her father. The two of us stood in front of the chrysanthemum and laughed happily.

At that time, people came and went in Singapore Square. Every place is crowded with people. We first went to the fitness area of the square, played for a while, and then went to see chrysanthemums together. Some chrysanthemums are delicate golden yellow, some are bright pink, some are pure white, some are spicy red, and all kinds of chrysanthemums have different shapes. They are beautiful in contrast with each other, which can really be said to be colorful.

We looked at all kinds of shapes made of chrysanthemums, and there was a long dragon winding among the flowers, as if it rained in an instant. ...

We saw flowers placed like radishes and flying saucers. When we crossed the bridge, we saw the poet's poems, all of which described chrysanthemums.

I was intoxicated by such beautiful scenery. My sister said to me at this moment: "Let's take a picture!" " I was very happy after listening to it. So my sister and I took this unforgettable photo.

6. At that moment, I was really moved. How do you write 500 words in this photo album? I was really touched at that moment.

It's a sunny morning. But the sky is like a child's face-it changes when you say it.

After school in the afternoon, I heard the sound of "ticking" outside, just like a colorful music score. When I saw it, it turned out to be raining.

I hurried to the school gate, and the ground was full of water. I was so excited that I happened to bring an umbrella that day, so I can finally get soaked today.

I was about to leave when a touching picture appeared in front of my eyes. A junior didn't bring an umbrella. He is waiting for his parents at the school gate.

Then a senior classmate came up to him and said, "I have two umbrellas here." I'll lend you one! " "The junior children looked at the senior students with excitement. Strangely, this senior classmate doesn't have two umbrellas.

Then I ran out of school in the rain. I was immediately moved, and tears blurred my eyes.

This classmate is a complete stranger to the children. Why did he lend his umbrella to a junior and not use it himself? It can only be used to show that there are so few good people now that you can hardly meet one in the street. Although it has been several years, it is still in my mind and I can't forget it for a long time.

7. 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.

8. It took about 400 words to write the composition "One thing that deeply touched me", and many memories have faded with the passing of time. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Bobo, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. My father teaches in a foreign school and never goes home at noon. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I am sitting alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Bobo, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...

9. Ask for some pictures and a 600-word composition. Sorry, there are no pictures.

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.. moved by life, I walked quietly by the lake. It was a sunny evening, and I enjoyed the picturesque scenery leisurely. It's April now, and the warm sunshine caresses people's faces intimately. The sky is as blue as sapphire and the white clouds are as white as snow, fluttering lightly.

The grass on the shore is enjoying the kindness of the spring girl, and the little green head is swaying in the wind. The beautiful magnolia is in bud, shy and open, elegant and quiet; Golden winter jasmine blooms to welcome the arrival of spring; Peach blossom is in full bloom, pink, like a little girl's red lips. When the breeze blows, the petals fall, probably the pink tears shed by peach blossoms! I looked up and saw the willows in full bloom and dancing, just like a girl showing off her beautiful figure.

Occasionally, a few swallows fly freely and draw a beautiful arc from the sky. Spring is full of vitality, and I feel the vitality, beauty and preciousness of life.

I felt an inexplicable touch in my heart, a longing for life! I was moved to tears. Isn't this beautiful scenery our colorful life? Life is beautiful and short. The setting sun lovingly plated the lake with Phnom Penh, the sparkling lake jumped, and my heart rippled ... How much life touched us, and how much vitality we had.

No one doesn't want to have life, and no one doesn't want to prolong life. It's good to be alive. We should spend our lives well to repay the world. There is a glass in my heart, which contains large and small; Red and green things.

That's my bittersweet recording chip. I randomly took a small piece from it and inserted it into the wave of memory-I was very playful when I was a child. There is a river near the school. The water is especially clear and green.

In summer, there are many fish and shrimp in the river. Lobsters, in particular, are either slightly floating on the water or vaguely hidden in the grass.

That big lobster is also easy to bite, two or three at a time. Looking at the expression and joy of my friends, I was also itching and joined the shrimp fishing team.

Because I was too young, I accidentally stepped on it and fell into the river. I was flopping about in the water, shouting-a teacher happened to pass by, and he rushed down the beach without taking off his clothes, so he rushed into the water and dragged me ashore.

I don't know whether I was shocked by falling into the water or I was young and ignorant. I looked at the teacher who was soaked to the skin, but I was unmoved-I was still so playful in primary school. Tireless during the day, sleeping deeply at night, often unable to get up in the morning.

In order not to be late, I often forget to bring my lunch box in a hurry. At noon, my stomach naturally sang an uncomfortable "Empty City Plan", and my classmates almost made my mouth water with relish.

At this time, the head teacher will always take out half the rice in her box and let me share it with her. Strangely, teachers always eat very little, but they always say they are full.

I don't know why. Looking at the teacher's mother-like smile, I am still unmoved-I am facing the increase of courses and the increase of learning burden in middle school, and I have no choice but to bid farewell to the fun.

I am immersed in the ocean of books and topics every day. The teacher is also very tight, often with one front leg and one rear leg.

I have a strong nature. In order to make my grades not too embarrassing, I really never tire of learning and asking questions. As soon as I am free, I will consult my teacher.

Sometimes even the teacher has to be caught eating. Teachers often put down their jobs at once, wipe the sweat from their foreheads and patiently give me answers.

Maybe it's the pressure of studying, or maybe I'm busy squeezing time. Facing the teacher's slightly tired face, I am still unmoved. The mid-term exam is coming soon. In order to get on the single-plank bridge, I study harder, which is simply forgetting to eat and sleep. Once, I fell asleep in English class.

Strangely, the teacher was beside me, and even more strangely, she didn't wake me up. After class, she just whispered, "You'll catch cold when you sleep in class, you know?" Looking at the bangs blowing in the breeze, my eyes-the wheel of memory stopped turning, my thoughts were pulled back to reality, and my face felt a little cold and salty. Isn't this touching? ! This is so touching! When turning over the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up. I was shocked to find that this was given to me by my deskmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it says, "Take care, friend!" "I don't remember whether there was an impulse to cry at that time, but now there are tears on the yellow leaves. Come to think of it, there is still a kind of mood in this world called moving.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart cold, or is it filled with something irrelevant? A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we missed each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives-moving." Indeed, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when I missed it and looked back, did I find that I really lost a lot.

There are always people who complain that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that touch is everywhere.

Tired of reading, my parents peeled an apple for us, which was touching; When you are thirsty, your friend will bring you a glass of water, which is touching; When you are depressed, it is touching to get a comforting word; When you are happy, it is touching to have friends to share your happiness with you; In ordinary days, receiving a small blessing, even if it is just a petal or a leaf, is also touching ... People, how many ordinary things are touched every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their triviality that we turn a blind eye. There is a saying: "People are moved because they live in love."

There is love in the world of mortals, and love in the world. What reason do we have to let mediocrity blindfold us and not feel touched? What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no matter who you are, you can't tell a person who has no feelings what is touched.

Because moving is not spoken with the mouth, but with the heart. Touched.

10. Write photos taken since childhood. Which one is very touching? I go home from school during the National Day holiday.

Before leaving work, I saw grandma waiting in the distance. I walked home and saw my mother's busy figure.

Shouting: "Mom!" Mom turned around, looked at me and smiled. At this time, grandma was still walking behind.

I put my schoolbag in my room and suddenly saw a photo on the table. When I took it, I was very surprised: "Mom, where did you get it?" This is not a photo of me performing with my classmates! ""xxx asked the teacher for it in primary school. "Look at the photos, I'm so excited, so excited, the mood at the moment can't be described.

Although the face of this photo is simple and blurred, it is not clear. I can't even see myself, but fortunately I remember where I am, and that's how I found myself.

To me, this blurred photo is like a treasure. Because of my inseparable friends in primary school, I have good memories in primary school.

In the evening, grandma sat by the bed folding clothes, and I sat by the bed watching TV. I handed the photo to my grandmother: "Milk, this is my performance photo when I came to the sixth grade. Guess which one is me? " I thought grandma didn't know because I didn't even recognize myself.

Grandma looked at the photo and quickly pointed to a person. I was stunned.

Grandma said, "This is it!" I suddenly nodded and asked, "Grandma, how do you know?" Grandma said, "How could I not recognize you?" ! Suddenly, my nose is sour and my eyes are wet ... Now think about it, I haven't been with my grandmother for a long time. And every time after school, the first one to pick me up is always grandma; Every time the first thing that comes to my mind is my grandmother ... I held back my tears and didn't speak. I silently took a dress from my grandmother and folded it.

Grandma looked at me and smiled.