Excellent composition with photos

In daily life or work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. So have you ever studied composition? The following are the photos and excellent compositions I arranged for you, hoping to help you.

Opening my own photo album and looking at the photos of me and it, I can't help but feel sad.

It happened when I was in the second grade. It was a weekend and I was doing my homework at home. Suddenly a knock at the door broke the silence around. I answered the door, and two men and a dog appeared in front of me. I was shocked at once-because I am most afraid of dogs. So I immediately asked my parents, what is this? Mom and Dad said: This dog is valuable. We found it on the road and returned it to its owner. I agreed as soon as I heard that the puppy only lived in my house.

Puppies always like to share a room with me and even become my followers. At first, I was so scared that I thought it was going to eat me, so I ran as fast as I could, and it ran with me. But then, I lay in bed and it followed me to bed. He licked my hand with his tongue, and I felt the friendship between dogs and people. So I began to like puppies. I take him to play Frisbee and pick up sticks every day, and I take him to the morning market to buy things every day. Touch its fluff every day.

But then, the puppy left me, and I took a picture with it before leaving.

Looking at this photo now, I still feel floating in front of me.

I have a beautiful photo album with photos of me from one hundred days to nine years old. Whenever I am free, I always open the photo album and have a look.

Photos flashed in front of my eyes and memories came to my mind. Suddenly, a yellow photo caught my attention. I heard from my mother that this photo was taken when I was one year old. Look, I'm wearing a white coat and a pair of pink pants in the photo, smiling from ear to ear! Show two small white teeth, so cute!

Although my family is not rich, my parents always take pictures of me generously every birthday, leaving me with childhood footprints. Through these photos, I seem to see my parents' busy figure again and realize their careful care and inculcation. Very ordinary photos, full of parents' love, bathed in them, just like soaking in a sugar jar.

Whenever I look at these yellowed photos, a warm feeling arises spontaneously. Nine years of dribs and drabs vaguely appeared in front of my eyes and mind. Being in the ocean of love, I believe that I will be able to go through ups and downs in the future, and I will comfort my parents with my own success.

I believe my future is not a dream, and I will repay my parents for their kindness to me.

In my home, there are many photos that record my growing experience. One of them is my favorite, which was taken when I was seven years old.

One day at noon, my parents discussed taking pictures of me. As soon as I heard the word "taking pictures", I was elated and kept up with my parents like lightning.

When I arrived at the studio, my uncle painted me as a handsome boy. I started taking pictures. I put on a handsome pose and stood in front of the background. Just then, I saw a white light, and I closed my eyes in horror. The uncle who took the photo said, "No, the photo is broken!" " "I don't know if I can start again, and I want to go home in frustration. The uncle who took the photo smiled and said, "Young man, I can start again!" " "Hearing this, I was very happy. I stood in front of the background again. I held back my eyes and finally took a photo. I am smiling in the photo, which is very nice.

From then on, I like taking pictures very much, and I'm not afraid anymore!

Seeing this photo, I think of these good friends, Christmas this year, and the lively scene of jiaozi.

I remember it was on Christmas Eve. After school in the afternoon, I invited some good friends to my house to play. Mom helped us prepare colorful noodles and taught us to make jiaozi: purple blueberry noodles, green spinach noodles, orange tomato noodles and white original noodles. Seeing these colorful noodles, we all felt very strange and wanted to wrap jiaozi quickly. It looks easy to make dumplings, but it is not easy to make them: once you rub them, they will break, but they will never get together. Mom taught us that you can pinch the thumb and forefinger of both hands together and knead a small dough into a circle. The more skilled we are, the happier we are, and more and more "colored marbles" are born on our plates. Finally, we also selected roses, small fish, bows and so on. As today's first, second and third prizes, whoever can eat these "prizes" is the lucky one today.

Christmas Eve in xxxx is a beautiful night. This photo records the happy scene of my friend and I making glutinous rice balls for the first time, so I want to keep it well.

Look at me in this photo, wearing a robe and holding a syringe. At first glance, he became a little doctor. That's a photo of my ninth birthday. There is a story behind this photo.

When I was a child, my grandfather was very weak and often had asthma. Although we took care of him carefully, he left us and went to the other side of the world. Every time I think of grandpa, I can't help crying. However, I remembered the peaceful side of my grandfather when he left, and I comforted myself. My grandfather is watching me in another heaven. Grandpa is a great man. People say that good people get what they deserve, but grandpa doesn't. He won't do good. When a neighbor comes to borrow something, he always borrows it without hesitation. Whoever is in trouble always extends a warm hand.

I am 9 years old. On my birthday, I went to the photo studio, but I didn't wear that gorgeous dress, but a doctor's white coat, because I have a dream, that is, to be a doctor when I grow up and save the lives of good people in the world.

My dream must come true. ...

My family visited Banpo Museum. The little girl in the photo is wearing a pink tulle skirt, and there is a cow on the skirt. That must be me!

On the morning of visiting Banpo Museum, I jumped out of bed early and excitedly, eager to know the knowledge in the museum. When we arrived at Banpo Museum, we first visited the houses where primitive people lived. It turns out that thousands of years ago, even tens of thousands of years ago, human houses were built of thatch and mud. In the house, I also saw the utensils of primitive life, such as pottery pots, bowls, pots, pots and so on. I also saw spears and stones that primitive people used to hunt. Walking into the museum building, I also learned that primitive people used flint to drill wood for fire tens of thousands of years ago. Later, I also learned that during the evolution of primitive people, the lips and the back of the head were more prominent. In the past, women's necklaces were made of the teeth of wild animals. Finally, I also know that in the past, children were put in jars after death, and I saw the bones of primitive people. How terrible!

Why do I like this photo best? That's because I learned a lot of interesting knowledge and questions when I went to Banpo Museum, which broadened my horizons and solved many doubts and suspense in my little head. ...

There are many photos in my mobile phone. I stopped when I saw this one. I think this is the most memorable photo. ...

I remember that day, my father took my whole family, cousin, cousin … to go fishing and barbecue together. But there is only one fishing rod, because I want to compete with my father for fishing, so my cousin made me a fishing rod by connecting and binding several long branches.

I started fishing. Because my fishing rod is a little loose, it is always moving. I always thought there was a fish on the hook. I excitedly raised the fishing rod and saw nothing. Hey! Fishing is so difficult! But I'm not discouraged. My cousin reinforced the pole for me again. I rejoined the fishing competition, persisted and waited patiently. Dad caught a few, and I haven't got anything yet. After a long time, the fishing line began to move again. I quickly raised the fishing rod. Ah, finally caught! I caught another one ... finally feeling fulfilled. Time is up, I counted, one * * * caught thirteen, my father caught twelve, and I turned the tables! At this moment, my mother took a photo of us, and I gave myself a big compliment in this photo-my thumb stood up high and my father looked happy. Every time I see this photo, I am very excited and happy. ...

This is the most unforgettable photo I think-because I learned to fish and cultivated patience.

After school, the first thing I do when I go home is to rush into the study, find out the photo album at home and rummage through the photos. Finally, among many memorable photos, I found one that I will never forget. This photo is of my third birthday. This is my favorite photo. Full of laughter, joy and happiness of the whole family.

In the photo, a lovely little girl, a little mushroom with a golden crown on her head, holding a fork in her left hand and a knife for cutting cakes in her right hand, is surrounded by her parents and grandparents, cutting cakes! If you ask who is in this photo, it's actually me!

Everyone is very happy, and I can't wait to jump up. The whole family is celebrating for me and singing birthday songs for me. My mother is a little naughty. She smeared the cream of the cake on my little nose. I sat on the bench and made a "three" gesture in front of my face, which proved that I was three years old! . The hotel staff took this unforgettable photo for us. Mom says this posture is cute.

I like this photo because it reminds me of happy memories. Now I am eight years old and have spent five years with this photo, but every time I see this old photo, I grin. I love my family, they make me happy, and I make them happy!

War is the devil! It makes children lose their parents, wives lose their husbands, and the originally happy family becomes fragmented. The war left blood, a destroyed home and irreparable pain.

1937 An old photo on August 28th reminds people of the brutal Japanese invasion of China more than 70 years ago. Shanghai South Railway Station, which was once prosperous, has now become terrible. The overpass across the two stations collapsed, the railway was twisted and there was smoke everywhere. In the distance, rows of houses instantly turned into ruins; Nearby, I don't know how many innocent lives are buried under the rubble! From time to time, a little sad wail came from the blood shed. The smell of gunpowder and buzzing in the air made the scene even more eerie.

Ah! Isn't that a little boy? He sat on the ground, his calf blown to pieces, naked and covered in blood. His little hands were tightly clasped together, and the heartbreaking cries were endless, as if calling: Dad, Mom, where are you? I'm so scared ... He opened his eyes in horror and looked around. His sad eyes make people sad.

Isn't everything in sight the heinous crime left by the Japanese war of aggression against China in China? In order to lose her son's mother, her husband's wife and her father's children forever, I want to say: we want peace, not war, let the 2 1 century ring the death knell of war, and let tomorrow's world truly become a human home full of sunshine, flowers and love!

Today, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and Xiao Ning's mood is as good as this weather, because his father will take him to the park to take photos. They walked happily on the way to the park and came to the park unconsciously.

The scenery here is very beautiful. You see, the willow is shaking its branches in the green, like a girl dancing her long green hair. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, some like horses galloping forward, some like rabbits picking mushrooms, and some like chickens pecking at rice ... very fun!

Dad took Xiao Ning to a flower bed and wanted to take a picture of him as a souvenir. He smiled at the camera with his hand behind his back. Dad is about to press the shutter of the camera. Suddenly, Xiao Ning ran west. Dad looked at Xiao Ning doubtfully and thought, What is Xiao Ning going to do? I'll follow him in case he gets lost. Dad caught up with Xiao Ning. When he saw it, it turned out that Xiaohong accidentally fell down while playing. She grabbed her ass and couldn't stand up. Xiao Ning squatted down, grabbed Xiaohong's arm, turned to his father and said, "Dad, Xiaohong fell down. Please take a photo with us! " Dad nodded with a smile. So, Xiao Ning and Xiaohong posed. Dad raised his camera and took a picture. After the photo shoot, Xiao Ning reached out to help Xiaohong and sent her home with her father.

When he got home, his father asked Xiao Ning, "Xiao Ning, do you think this photo is good?" Of course, because it stands for love and friendship!

Photo Excellent Composition 1 1 Open the photo album, which is full of memory colors, and every old photo is floating with traces of time. Suddenly, my eyes stopped on a photo. ...

In the photo, I am wearing a green down jacket, holding a handful of soft snow in my hand, standing on the ground covered with a snow-white quilt, smiling silly. I watched, as if I had returned to the scene at that time.

My father and I just came out from my grandmother's house, and suddenly we found that there was an endless silver world outside. We can't help but rush to a large open space and embrace everything that nature has given us.

Opposite the Songhua River, the air is particularly fresh.

We use local materials and have snowball fights. I first grabbed a handful of snow, quickly kneaded it into a ball and threw it at my father; Dad flashed and threw a snowball at me. I couldn't dodge and was hit by a snowball. Although I was defeated in the first round, I was not discouraged and quickly adjusted my battle plan. I snowballed several times in a row and began to attack my father. Dad also launched a counterattack from time to time while dodging. I aimed at the opportunity, first dodged my father's "bullet" several times in a row, and suddenly attacked him when he got carried away. Dad was caught off guard and didn't escape the attack. He was finally hit by my bullet. I looked up and smiled at the sky.

The scene of "card" happened to be recorded by my mother's camera. I just looked at the photos, and a sense of happiness climbed into my mind. I smiled foolishly again. ...

Excellent photo composition 12 There is a photo in my photo album, which has always encouraged me to study hard. Every time I see this photo, the scene of that year clearly comes to my mind. ...

It was the summer of 20xx, and my childhood friend Hu and I were both in my hometown-Huimin County. My parents and her mother are both teachers in Huimin No.1 Middle School. This summer, we have an appointment to go to Jinan to play together.

We arrived at Jinan Station at 9 o'clock. My father bought a map of Jinan and saw that the station was not far from quancheng square. We decided to go there first.

As soon as you enter the gate of quancheng square, you can see tall trees, green grass and bright flowers. We went a little further and came to the center of quancheng square. Colorful flowers can be seen everywhere here, which is simply an ocean of flowers. We walked a little further and came to the music fountain. The water in the music fountain is as white as snow, and the music is very nice. We all praised, "What a nice fountain!" I thought, "The fountain in quancheng square is wonderful. Compared with Huimin, Huimin is still far from it. " I said to my mother, "Mom, please take a picture of Hu and me!" " Mom said, "All right." After that, she told us to stand still and look down at this photo.

We're leaving the fountain for the underground shop. I thought, "I will study hard and build the motherland more prosperous in the future."

When I got home, I kept this photo in an album. This photo reflects the beauty of Jinan, Shandong and the motherland.

Excellent photo composition 13 this is a black-and-white photo for more than half a century. The name of the photo is "China Baby", which records a history of grievances and humiliation of China people.

On August 28th, 1937, people came and went in the bustling Shanghai South Railway Station. A little boy and his parents are getting ready to board the train. The whole family is talking and laughing. Suddenly, several Japanese planes flew around and circled in the sky, and the criminals' bullets were dropped from under the planes. Suddenly, shouts and cries filled the whole Shanghai Railway Station. At this time, the overpass collapsed, the train was blown apart, and the tracks were deformed, leaving only the ruins of the waiting room. The air was filled with smoke, and the ground was covered with charred and mutilated bodies. I don't know how many minutes later, the little boy who just got on the train climbed out of his mother's arms. He was frightened and the little boy burst into tears. All he answered was the smoke in the air. That day he cried and looked for his parents with his really small eyes. But the littered bodies on the ground made him burst into tears. The little boy is very lucky. He was adopted by a kind family.

Today, although we live in a peaceful era, how much children in the past longed for peace! So we should cherish the present peace.

Excellent photo composition 14 Today, in Chinese class, the teacher showed us a photo like this.

This is1August 28th, 937, when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station, the reporter shot the real scene.

Only heard a few "bang" exploding, the original bustling scene instantly turned into ruins. All that was left was the platform that was bombed, the crumbling overpass that seemed to collapse at the touch, and the railroad tracks that were blown to pieces. Rotten bricks and tiles are scattered on the ground, and bodies are everywhere. Some bodies were blown up, some were crushed under the tracks, and some were buried by broken bricks, and the scene was devastated. Beside the broken railway track, sat a crying child. He looks less than one year old and can't walk. He was in rags and covered in blood. What a poor child with tearful eyes and helpless eyes! Will someone come to save him at this time? Maybe not. I hope I can save my life when bullets rain. Who will save a child who has nothing to do with this?

After a while, the Japanese army left and the child was still crying. At this time, a pair of small hands gently picked up the child and put him on the warm bed. Under the care of that kind-hearted man, the child grew up and became a Red Army soldier, making great contributions to the motherland.

The war not only destroyed a railway station, but also more than six people lost their lives because of the war! We want to defend peace, not war!

Excellent photo composition 15 when I opened the precious photos of my grandmother's time, the first thing that caught my eye was the real old photos taken by a foreign reporter of the Japanese bombing of Shanghai Railway Station.

On August 28th, 1937, there were still many people at Shanghai Railway Station. People walked into the waiting room talking and laughing. The cries of hawkers are endless. Just as the family was getting on the bus, suddenly, Japanese bombers appeared in the clear sky of Wan Li. The bombs were denser than raindrops, and the bustling metropolis instantly turned into ruins. The cries and explosions are intertwined, which makes people tremble with fear. To protect him, a little boy's parents were killed by a ruthless bomb. The little boy and the child sat there alone, crying helplessly. The crying is heartbreaking, with broken overpasses, twisted railways and broken houses next to it.

We can't help hating the Japanese. Of course, the Japanese should reflect, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't. If China had been rich and strong, the Japanese would not have dared to invade, and so many innocent people would not have lost their lives and been displaced.

Therefore, only when the people are strong can the country be strong. Liang Qichao once said: the country is strong when the youth is strong. Only we, a new generation of successors, can make China a rich and powerful country and make the world sit up and take notice!