The swing swings slightly, the dust becomes lovely, dancing in the sun, leaving a shadow under the dense shade, sitting under the tree, letting time slip away from your fingertips like milk tea, unconsciously, just like this, waiting for the moon to sprinkle light on you ... Time always waits for no one, leaving a deep or shallow trace, maybe a diary and a photo will make your thoughts fly far away. Childhood is always the deepest and most touching memory. Picking up the old photos of childhood, the recalled kite began to set sail ... "Who is that crying child?" It really doesn't hurt to cry in front of so many people. "
I'm showing my mother a slightly yellow photo without glue. Mom saw it, burst into laughter and said, "Isn't that you? You are as timid as a mouse!" " "I looked at my mother in surprise and said," How is that possible? Nothing like it. "
"It's you!" "No ... yes." My mother looked at me in a panic and was afraid of exposure. She whispered to me, "All right, I'll tell you, and then I'll keep your secret!" " I nodded happily. "When you were a child, you were very timid.
Going out to play with important people and meeting strangers dare not speak ... "I'm impatient." Say the text, stop criticizing me. ""good.
I'll take you to the playground when your cousin comes in summer. You look around, but you can't find anything to play with.
Finally, you saw the safe steam charging game, dancing with joy and scrambling to play. After I bought you a ticket, I picked you up, but it was not what you wanted. You jumped up and down, but instead of standing still, you sat on the mat. I wanted to laugh at you, but you cried at once. I hurried to your side and asked what you were doing.
But you kept crying and saying,' I'm afraid, I won't play!' I comforted you and let you continue to play. It is impossible to buy a ticket without playing. But you just won't. If you cry any louder, the playground will be flooded! Your cousin had a brainwave and quickly took it with a camera. I have no choice but to hold you down.
Then this old crying photo was born. "After listening to my mother's dictation, I immediately blushed and really wanted to throw away this old photo. I can't wait to find a hole to get into.
! I was about to throw away the photo secretly, but in a flash, I realized that although this old photo recorded my humiliation as a child, it was also a trace left by me during my growth. I held the photo carefully and looked at me when I was a child. I seem to be crying in the photo, but I smile as brightly as the sun.
2. composition: the story of an old photo, with the title of "photo" and beginning with a hundred words.
Mottled shadows fell silently, and the wind blew gently, filtering out the flaws in my heart. Swinging slightly, the dust becomes lovely, dancing in the sun, leaving a shadow under the dense shade, sitting under the tree, letting time slip away from your fingertips like milk tea, unconsciously, and so on, until the moon shines light on you. ...
Time always waits for no one, and slowly passes, leaving deep or shallow traces. Maybe a diary and a photo will make your thoughts fly far away ... Bing Xin has a poem: childhood is the truth in a dream, the dream in reality, but memories are a tearful smile. Childhood is always the deepest and most touching memory. Picking up the old photos of childhood, the kite of memories began to set sail. ...
"Who is that crying child? It really doesn't hurt to cry in front of so many people. " I'm showing my mother a slightly yellow photo without glue. Mom saw it, burst into laughter and said, "Isn't that you? You are as timid as a mouse!" " "I looked at my mother in surprise and said," How is that possible? Not at all. " "That's you!" "No ... yes. "My mother saw that I was afraid of being exposed and whispered to me," Okay, I'll tell you, and then I'll keep your secret! " I nodded happily.
"When you were a child, you were very timid. Go out to play with important people, and dare not speak when meeting strangers ... "I am impatient. "Say the text, stop criticizing me." "okay. I'll take you to the playground when your cousin comes in summer. You look around, but you can't find anything to play with. Finally, you saw the safe steam charging game, dancing with joy and scrambling to play. After I bought you a ticket, I picked you up, but it was not what you wanted. You jumped up and down, but instead of standing still, you sat on the mat. I wanted to laugh at you, but you cried at once. I hurried to your side and asked what you were doing. But you kept crying and saying,' I'm afraid, I won't play!' I comforted you and let you continue to play. It is impossible to buy a ticket without playing. But you just won't. If you cry any louder, the playground will be flooded! Your cousin had a brainwave and quickly took it with a camera. I have no choice but to hold you down. Then this old crying photo was born. "
After listening to my mother's dictation, I immediately blushed, blushed. I really want to throw away this old photo, and I can't wait to find a hole to get into. ! I was about to throw away the photo secretly, but in a flash, I realized that although this old photo recorded my humiliation as a child, it was also a trace left by me during my growth. I held the photo carefully and looked at me when I was a child. I seem to be crying in the photo, but I smile as brightly as the sun.
3. Write an article on the topic of "photos" and you can write memories.
Say you open a drawer one day, which can contain one or more photos.
Then you will think of the past, such as who you had a good friendship with when you were young, what is it now, is it different? Do more articles in these areas. When you write, you should pay more attention to details. You don't have to choose a big thing to write. Choose an impressive detail and describe it carefully. Finally, go back to the photo in front of you and write down your feelings and thoughts.
Or write pictures of mom and dad before.
I looked at your file. You are from Shenzhen, so you can write a photo you took in Shenzhen before. Then you were curious and asked your mother about this photo. Write what your mother told you about the past and the hardships of the past, which made you so happy today. Then write down what you think you are doing now (you can imagine it properly), realize that you should cherish life, and finally sublimate the theme
When you write, you should deduct the word photo, which runs through the whole text.
You can also write a picture of your basketball game. I suddenly remembered how I was fascinated by basketball at that time, what made you interested in basketball, and your efforts to play basketball well. Finally, to sum up, when you encounter any setbacks, as long as you see this photo, you will remember the spirit you insisted on in basketball and you will stick to it.
I hope I can help you ... Come on!
4. An essay with a photo as the topic, an unforgettable photo.
Open the photo album and look at the photos today. Those small photos recorded my interesting childhood. However, the most interesting thing for me is the photos I took when I visited the Three Gorges. In the photo, I am wearing a big brown straw hat, a life jacket, a penny in my hand and the clothes of a boatman …
It was the fourth grade summer vacation, and our family went to visit the Little Three Gorges. We sat in a canoe and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges. The Three Gorges with beautiful scenery and lush trees looks so vibrant; The river is clear and the air is fresh, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. You can occasionally see macaques on the mountain. They are playing in the trees in twos and threes. Coupled with the embellishment of songs on the bamboo raft on the river, it is like a paradise!
We sat in the middle of the boat and the boatman stood at the bow. We chatted and sang children's songs for a while. Although there were only more than twenty people on board, the atmosphere was very warm. I am fidgeting, reaching out for a while and looking around curiously for a while …
Suddenly, an uncle stood up and suggested to the boatman, "Uncle, why don't we row and take a picture?" Everyone echoed in unison: "Good! Ok! " The atmosphere on the ship is more active. Then, the boatman smiled and said, "Nothing! Let's draw a row, everyone has a chance! " After that, the boatman gave his "seat" to his uncle. Uncle put on life jacket, a brown straw hat, a bamboo basket on his waist and a long bamboo pole in his hand. After "armed to the teeth", he took a photo, rowed forward for about ten meters, and then returned to his seat.
"Who's coming!" "me!" I raised my hand and responded loudly, and there were waves of echoes in the valley. Then, I strode to the bow, "inherited" the boatman's "seat" and became "fully armed" like that uncle, and then I held the bamboo pole in my hand. "Click ..." Dad fixed my breath in the frame. At this time, other tourists were eager to try, so I had to "make way".
In this way, I left this unforgettable photo. Seeing the photos, I seem to hear the laughter on the boat and see the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges …
I will keep this photo forever.
5. A composition with a photo as the topic and a self-made topic. It has no gorgeous background and has not been processed by any computer art. This is the most common and realistic photo. The three grandparents and grandchildren in the photo are happily surrounded together. Do you want to look elsewhere after reading it? Look how happy they are!
The kind old man in the photo is my grandmother. She is very popular and very frugal. Grandma is very frugal with herself, but there is one thing in my heart that proves her generosity. Grandma's nursing home donated materials to the disaster area. Without saying anything, she donated all the new clothes that her mother bought for her that she didn't want to wear at ordinary times. I was surprised, but my grandmother said, "I am a retired national cadre." I can't wear so many clothes, and the people in the disaster area need it more. " My grandmother is famous for her frugality. She is very generous to me. Every winter, she personally chooses the finest satin fabric to make me a cotton-padded jacket, but she always wears that white cotton-padded jacket. You see, in the photo, I snuggled up in my grandma's arms in my new cotton-padded jacket made by grandma, and I smiled so sweetly! I will never forget that day. It was New Year's Day, when I was five years old. Because grandma doesn't like taking pictures, this is the only picture of me and her.
Last winter, grandma, who had been healthy, fell ill. On the day I entered the operating room, I was catching up with the exam. I heard my mother say: grandma entered the operating room with this photo and my note full of blessings in her hand. The doctor refused to bring anything else, and grandma refused to live or die. She said to the doctor, "This is my grandson. He is obedient and sensible! Children let me take this, he will accompany me, let me be brave and strong ... "The doctor relented. In this way, this photo accompanied grandma to finish the operation.
The last time I saw my grandmother, she was admitted to the intensive care unit after the operation. The doctor refused to let me in. I cried and said to menstruation, "Just let me go in and have a look. I just joined the Young Pioneers today, and it's good that my grandmother knows that I'm happy, otherwise I'll be distracted in class ... "So I went in and saw my grandmother so thin, full of pipes and so pale. When she saw me, she said with great difficulty, "Good grandson, study hard." I fought back my tears and saw this photo again at her bedside.
Later, I never saw my grandmother again, and I really missed her. However, no matter where I am, with this photo, I will not be lonely.
Please write a composition on the topic of photos. A photo is a painting, and a photo is a wonderful story. There are many photos at home, some playing with classmates, some celebrating birthdays at home, and so on. One of them is the most beautiful! Every time I see this photo, the scene I took at that time clearly emerges in front of me.
This is the place I yearn for day and night; The sea is like blue satin, with no end in sight; Stars and white waves are like sparkling diamonds. Although I left the sea, it is an eternal memory in this photo.
The sea of that world is blue and beautiful. How blue it is! Even people who mix colors again may not be able to mix such pure colors. How beautiful the backwater is. It is like a fairy in a clear green tulle skirt, and its skirt corners are connected to the clouds on the horizon. The sun goes down in the west, but it still shines brightly. On the sea, the blue water was dyed orange by the sunset glow, and it seems that there are orange stars flashing on the waves; On the beach, the faces and arms of adults sunbathing and playful children are painted with a layer of golden yellow. Where the sea meets the sky, the red land is like a raging fire, so red! On the horizon, seagulls were also dyed golden. They fly freely, as if to show off their golden costumes. The sea is as magnificent as a palace. I seem to see mermaids singing and dancing in the palace.
7. Please write an article with photos as the main topic. How long has it been since you opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dust off the shallow dust on the cover and open it, which is a color suppressed in memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years drifting. From those yellowed album pages, the laughter seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine ten years ago, and the fleeting time, the old flavor floated out.
Look at this old photo. Is that little girl with thin hair, black eyes and a white veil really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt. Although I was naughty and active in my knee-length skirt, I grabbed the rusty parallel bars in the gym with chubby fingers and made a nonstandard "pull-up", as if my legs were kicking in the air. Looking at this photo, the small fragments of childhood are easily shaken off. I remember my father told me that when I was a child, my parents often took me to the stadium because it was near my home. There are many in the gym. From those yellowed photo album pages, I made a non-standard "pull-up", so my parents often took me to play on the court. When I was a child, I laughed seven years ago, and my thoughts shuttled for a period of time, with an old smell. There are a lot of fitness equipment in the gym? Me in the photo. Think about it, grab a few shots from time to time because the stadium is close to home. I remember my father telling me how long it was since I opened the photo album. Am I really wearing a white gauze? Tiny fragments of childhood are easily shaken off, and two of them are wearing pink clothes and playing carefree at the seaside ... Every old photo, parents always look at it quietly. When I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment taller than me. Flying time, floating traces of time, although wearing knee-length skirts; Me in old photos. Looking at this photo, I happened to be a tomboy who "learned to shoot in a skirt", sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun, even longer, with dark eyes, witnessing the sunrise and sunset, and my legs seemed to kick around in the air!
Fingertips pluck at the pages, and take a close-up with a camera. Three ... There are many photos of jokes planted on the court when I was a child and six years old in the album. Old photos, dust off a shallow layer of dust on the cover. Count it and open it. In the old photos, the father sitting in a chair reading leisurely is a witness and the color of memory; Mom in old photos. At that time, ten years ago, the warm golden sunshine. There is little hair on it.
Look at this old photo. When I was in the stadium that has not been rebuilt, the familiar smile stirred up the bits and pieces of memory and instantly gathered into an ocean. However, there are only five of them. I am naughty and active, but I still ignore the "lady image" and grab the rusty parallel bars in the gym with chubby fingers. What is a constant warm memory? half a year
8. It is not uncommon to write a small composition cleaner with an ordinary photo of about 120 words. Every day when I go to school, I meet a cleaner in beige clothes. No matter whether it is cold or hot, whether it is windy or rainy, he appears in the streets, Woods, stairs and other places in the community early every day and takes pains to clean.
Although the work is ordinary, they have extraordinary performance. On New Year's Eve, every household set off firecrackers and fireworks, and the noise was deafening. Everyone is immersed in the ocean of joy. The pieces of paper scattered by firecrackers and fireworks are flying around on the road, in the grass and in the corridor, red, green and yellow, dressed up as a holiday community, which has simply become a fairy tale world.
However, something unexpected happened in the sky and it rained lightly again. I think the fairy tale world will definitely be a mess tomorrow. It was getting brighter and brighter, and I woke up early. When I looked out of the window, I was surprised to find that the community was clean, not even a scrap of paper.
I don't believe my eyes, as if it never happened. I'm trying to find the answer. I saw a few cleaners in the distance, sweeping the grass and the road bit by bit with brooms, meticulous and not sloppy.
Ah! Cleaning staff, you are really something. You are meticulous and responsible in your daily work. During the festival, everyone has a holiday, but you are working overtime. You brought cleanliness and peace to the community. Usually, my room is a mess. My father asked me to clean it up. I still have various reasons not to clean. I want to learn from you.
Every day at school, I meet a traffic coordinator in green clothes and a green hat. In order to maintain traffic order, no matter whether it is cold or hot, whether it is windy or rainy, they insist on standing on the side of the road every day, holding small flags and hanging whistles on their chests. One day, on my way to school, I saw a young man in his twenties running a red light. The traffic coordinator stopped him and said earnestly, "Young man, do you know that it is against the traffic rules to run a red light? It may also cause traffic accidents. Please don't run the traffic lights again. "
"Damn, your family is full and has nothing to do? Mind your own business! What's wrong with running a red light? Do you care ... "The young man looked fierce and swore, which made people angry. But the traffic coordinator didn't see that he was a little angry, so he came to educate him. He took a photo out of his pocket and said to him, "Did you see it? This is a photo of a man about your age who was run over by a truck last year for running a red light. Now their family is overwhelmed. Do you want to be like them? " The young man hesitated, and suddenly his face rose like a ripe red apple. He bowed his head and apologized to the traffic coordinator: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that running a red light would have such a big consequence." I am really sorry. " The traffic coordinator smiled and waved and said, "Nothing.
Correcting mistakes is still a good person. "Seeing this scene, I really admire the patience of uncle traffic coordinator, uncle traffic coordinator, you are unusual.
9. It's been seven years since the composition with photos as the theme, and some of them are doing butterfly stroke.
a photo
Growing up, I jumped into the lifebuoy, my uncle jumped into the water, and my sister Sasha went swimming. There are so many people swimming by the river. It's really hard to live a carefree life. I saw a flock of ducks in the river. They also joined in the fun. They can go swimming in Hong 'an River. I remember that day, I dived into the water and came to my side, saying that the photos of my childhood reminded me of good memories. The child swimming naked is me. As a reference, I will give you a theme: from time to time, boats pass by the river, and ferries not far away come and go every day to send guests across the river, and then send them home to row in the clear river, as if they were competing with swimmers. There are many fish you want to learn in Hong 'an River! Some are breaststroke, others are spitting bubbles, as if greeting us. Uncle Li, my parents and I took many photos for me and formed an album. When I opened it, it reminded me of the first swimming in Hong 'an River and a happy day. It turned out to be the voice of the ship: "Be careful, the water is deep." I said I would. This is my first time swimming, and I am very happy in the water. After swimming for a while, I don't remember what happened in Hong 'an, but I opened the photo album and saw this photo.
I remember it was a holiday. My father's colleague, Uncle Li, took him to Hong 'an Town to play. He has dinner every day, and some are diving. I took off my clothes and put the lifebuoy into the water. While I was having a good time, Uncle Li took this photo for me not far away. Suddenly I heard a voice. I saw a picture of a naked pheasant swimming in the river.