The story in the photo, the sixth grade composition

The story in the photo, seven sixth-grade compositions.

Until I left that place, there was not much change, just the place in my memory, the lawn, and those round benches. Now, I can only see photos. The following is the story of the sixth grade composition in the photo I brought you. I hope it will help you.

The story in the photo 1 only homesickness is the strongest, only family is the deepest, and only relatives are the warmest. A warm photo records the smallest and most beautiful moment in life, and also records the short story of life and growth.

Having such a photo is my best wish for 20 18 and 20 19. This is a photo taken at my hometown in Fuzhou on New Year's Eve afternoon. There are my parents, my sister and I in the picture, such a small family.

In this photo, I appeared in front of the camera with a bright smile. This is the symbol that I sent myself the most positive energy on the last day of 20 18. Father with a faint smile, as if implicitly expressing his love for this year. My sister looked at the camera with a gentle and lovely face. It was the year when he grew up fastest, and it was also the year when she learned to walk and took the first step in her life. Mother's loving smile is a reward and relief for her hard work over the past year.

This photo is accompanied by the new year's cry and horn on the last day of 20 18!

"Huh?" My sister has something red in her hand! Yes! That's a red envelope! This year I learned how to be a qualified sister and how to love others, so this year is a year of growth and special significance for me.

Although the Spring Festival is coming, the younger generation will ask the elder for a red envelope, but my sister is so arrogant that I have to give her my red envelope. Give her a blessing and hope for growth. This year is also of special significance to me. It was the year when I bid farewell to primary school and met middle school. It is the transition period and turning point of my academic growth.

This photo records the growth of my knowledge and the warmth of our home on New Year's Eve.

This is the story in my photo!

The story in the photo, the sixth grade composition 2, and the bits and pieces in memory are probably the most representative ones. Because the mobile phone at that time had no beauty effect, it was natural to shoot people. Although there are so many photos when I was a child, it seems that there is only one that I can't forget.

I grew up in Heihe when I was a child, and later moved to Qitaihe because of my parents' work. Because I grew up in my grandparents' parents, I had a lot of disappointment and didn't even have a good winter vacation. The day before I left, my eyes were a little red. To tell the truth, I really can't bear to part with it. An emotion called sadness quickly flooded into my mind ... My grandparents seemed to see that I was in an unstable mood, so they bought me several boxes of lollipops. Somehow, my mood is really better. I swear, I just lost it.

After eating a lollipop, I visited all the places again. From the house to the garden, to the kennel, to the rabbit's den, almost all the places in Fiona Fang have been visited.

I dare not think of that day, my mother came to pick me up, and my tears fell like raindrops the size of beans. Holding grandparents' hands is tight again, because the next second will lose the chance to be together often.

It was that photo that was fixed in the camera forever and became a permanent memory. Whenever I see this photo, I smile bitterly and can't help thinking of my grandparents in a foreign land. They are ... old, with gray hair and wrinkles around their eyes, which can't change the changes of time.

Although this photo doesn't mean anything, in my eyes, it is as precious as a treasure, and it is this old photo that makes me sad. We grew up in the arms of grandparents, but how many people still remember?

Reflections on an old photo ...

The story in the photo flies. In a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. Is it just time that passes in the process of growing up? Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood. Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks. Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years. I don't understand why the parting time is so lively. My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem. Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment. It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.

This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.

Today, I found an album from home. Open it and look, "Ah!" This is a photo of me skiing by the river with Li Yulin when I was eight years old. At that time, we were really happy.

Last winter, Li Yulin and I made an appointment to go skiing by the river. It's very cold, and the snow is still falling. My neck was cold, my hands were rubbing, and I was ready to start skiing. My heart was excited and nervous, my eyes were wide open, and the cold snowflakes were falling on my nose. When I saw someone sliding down from a height and finally falling on all fours, the more I watched it, the more scared I became. I didn't get up the courage until Li Yulin and her mother cheered me on.

I heard a whoosh and I slipped down quickly. Suddenly, I looked pale, frowned and bit my lip tightly. Finally, I fell to the ground, although a little painful, but still very happy. Look at Li Yulin, she also fell headlong. Ha, not much better than me. Everyone laughed ... there were more and more people on the riverbank, some with bathtubs, some with chopping boards, some with cardboard ... everyone had their own weapons.

I became more and more happy, forgot my previous fears and slipped again. I slipped with Li Yulin this time. As a result, we slid to the end and only listened to "Oh, my God!" With a scream, we bumped into each other, her legs were on my shoulders and I was lying in the snow. At this time, there was a click, and my mother took this scene.

I like this photo, which records my happy childhood and my wonderful growing time. I will cherish this photo.

The story in photo 5 opens the photo album of memory, and there is a photo that I still remember. Recalling the story in the photo always excites me.

It's a sunny morning. I went to the main test center for grading. At first glance, there are all dark people. I couldn't tell which one was my teacher and which one was my classmate, so I walked into the examination room in a daze.

The examination room was as quiet as if a needle fell to the ground and could be heard. Even if you practice perfectly at home, you are as anxious as a cat on hot bricks when you go to the examination room. Time flies, and it's my turn to play in the blink of an eye.

I walked to the front desk blankly, feeling as if there were some deer jumping wildly. The fear of stage fright came at me like an avalanche. I think Takeguchi will judge me severely. A feeling of helplessness and despair filled my mind. My knees are shaking, my heart is pounding, and a terrible dizziness is coming at me. I couldn't say a word, and then I had to escape from the stage, but I felt that doing so would bring a shadow to my life.

At this moment, I seem to hear my mother shouting, "Tong Tong, you can do it!" ! "This sentence made me regain my confidence. I took a deep breath and held my head proudly. My courage and determination immediately filled my whole body like electricity. My timidity and nervousness disappeared. I began to recite, and the sound spread throughout the room. Because I overcame my fears just now, I recited more than before every time. After reciting, I sat quietly in the chair, waiting for the end of the exam.

At this time, the certificate of the grade examination was in my hand, and my mother took this precious photo for me.

The story in the photo makes me unforgettable, and it also makes me understand a truth: if a person wants to succeed, he must overcome himself and surpass himself!

I 10 years old, when I was a bridesmaid with my little sister next door, the photographer offered to take a photo with my little sister before the wedding car. After some adjustment, it was photographed with a click, washed out a few days later and sent to my home. In the photo, I am wearing a tuxedo, holding my little sister in a dress, followed by a red wedding car. At first glance it looks like a wedding photo.

Once the teacher asked us to bring a photo of ourselves to school, and there was no restriction on the types. I lived at my aunt's house in Shangtang. I didn't have any other photos at that time, so I brought this one. When I arrived at school, it seemed that someone tipped me off that I had brought an unusual photo. Many students gathered around my desk to show me the photos. As soon as I took it out, one of them took the photo. He took one look and shouted, "Come and see Tang Jinruo's wedding photo." I am ashamed that my classmates are around me.

When I was only in the third grade, I was told that there were wedding photos. I still want to be a handsome boy. What should female students do if they know? Don't show this photo to others next time. I managed to get the photos back, take them home and hide them from outsiders. Because I took this photo, my little sister and I were called the golden couple by the old man. We were born together. At first I thought it was a joke, so I put up with it. But now I'm serious. I dare not meet that little sister. I won't go downstairs if she is downstairs.

I gradually began to complain about why the photographer took this wedding photo of my little sister and me. I really want to tear it up, but I'm afraid my mother will say. Finally, after the house was renovated, the photos disappeared. I'm a little happy, but I seem a little reluctant.

Photo The story in composition 7 of grade six took out a thick photo album from the bookcase and sat on the bed to savor it. Turning to the first page, I saw the true, simple and lovely me that day, and remembered the interesting things when I was a child.

That day, my mother went shopping in Pan 'an. I sneaked into grandma's small garden next door, looked around, saw no one, secretly picked some roses, and then ran home and closed the door. I sat in front of the mirror, took out a box of colored pens hidden in the drawer, took off the petals one by one, picked up a small tape and stuck it on my forehead. Then, I picked up a blue marker and drew on my eyelids, painted on my eyebrows with a green marker, painted colors on my two small cheeks and painted light red on my mouth.

Then, I went into my mother's room and picked up her little floral dress and put it on. "It's so big, it's going to fall!" "At this time, as soon as my eyes lit up, I picked up my mother's belt and tied it." How beautiful! "I looked in the mirror and said to myself. But there seems to be something missing, right! High heels! So I chose a pair of big red leather shoes. Walking from mom's room to her room is like an international supermodel walking the catwalk.

"Knock, knock, knock" Someone is knocking at the door outside. I opened the door in that dress and fell down as soon as I ran downstairs. I stood up slowly and staggered to open the door. It turns out that my mother is back. When she saw me dressed like this, she thought I saw a ghost in broad daylight. Look, that's her daughter! My mother burst into laughter, and I pouted, and my mother laughed even harder. My mother was afraid that I would be poisoned and immediately dragged me to wash my face.

Looking back now, I really want to go back to that naive time and warm that interesting childhood!