Just when I turned one and a half years old, my parents took me to Penglai Park to take photos. I was very, very scared. My left hand clung to my mother's clothes as if I were going to fall. 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. Me! I looked around, at a loss, and I didn't know I took a picture. Very real, very funny, very 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 like this. In the past summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang to play together. At nine o'clock the next morning, we arrived at Huangguoshu by car with great interest. 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. Approaching, I saw a lot of water mist flapping on my face, which was very cool. Then,
Under the sunshine, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls, shining with dazzling light. Looking at them, I suddenly remembered a poem written by Li Bai, a great poet, "Flying down thousands of feet for three days, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days". Then we walked on, and in a short time, we came to the left of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a black hole here. Oh! It turns out that this is the singing opera 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 picture because when I see it, I can clearly see the Huangguoshu Waterfall in my mind.
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 a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium, but I am a tomboy who "learns to shoot in a skirt". As soon as I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me.
At that time, parents would always watch quietly, grab a few shots from time to time, and "click" with their cameras for a close-up. Count, one, two, three ... There are many photos in the album about the jokes planted on the court when I was a child.
Think about it, I was only five or six years old then! Fingertips touch the page, thoughts shuttle for a period of time, familiar smiles stir up bits and pieces of memories, and instantly gather into an ocean. Dad in the old photo is sitting in a chair reading a book leisurely; Mom in the old photo, sitting on the golden lawn of the park in the winter sun; In the old photos, I wore pink clothes and played carefree by the sea ... Every old photo is a witness, witnessing the rise of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the unchanging memory is warm.
3. A photo of family reunion. Countless drops of water condensed together, cheering the East flowing into the sea. Hundreds of millions of stars unite to hold up a bright star dome at night.
And my relatives and friends, with their care, unite the power of love for me. A ray of sunshine in the early morning rushed to the bright red wall on June 24, and I opened my eyes and stuffed the pencil box with test equipment.
The heart is stuck in the throat, and the anxious cicada singing outside the window combined with the chaotic heartbeat has become the soundtrack of this "war-torn" picture. The first hurdle in life, I am eager to pass smoothly.
Mother pushed the breakfast prepared last night in front of me. "Don't eat."
I shook my head blankly and my mind went blank. "Come on, ensure normal blood supply to the brain in the examination room."
My mother smiled and said to me, "Besides, there is a lucky potion I put in it. You can do it well after eating. "
A faint sound. I never refused again.
Warm milk slowly flows down the throat, extends to the bottom of my heart and melts into a faint warmth. Grandma didn't know when she came out. She stood at the table and watched me eat and clear the dishes. She hasn't spoken for a long time.
From the beginning to the end, grandma only said, "Don't forget to bring something and take a good exam." Her voice is a little hoarse. I remember when I came out late last night, the light in grandma's room was still on ... a little unknown emotion slowly came out.
I heard great encouragement and confidence from grandma's voice. I nodded, feeling a little more strength in my cold palm.
"Where's my dad?" I packed my schoolbag and asked. "Your father went to the parking lot to drive, and then parked the car directly downstairs."
Grandma replied. There was silence in the dining room. The sun shone on the dining table. My mother and grandmother stood behind me and looked at me silently.
There is nothing to say to each other, only the cohesive strength and encouragement are slowly brewing in the air, and the tension and anxiety in the heart are gradually eliminated. Standing at the door, I looked back. They smiled at me calmly, some encouraging, some calm.
"Do you want me to take you?" Mother asked softly. "No, I have my dad."
I said with a smile. Then the restaurant continued to be firm and silent. I knew that they were using this quiet and powerful way to gather the strength of my love and confidence in going to the examination room.
Dad has parked the car downstairs. The moment my finger touched the doorknob, I heard my mother's warm voice behind me: "You will be fine. Take a good test and wait for your good news. "
At that moment, I was moved, and a sacred sense of mission came into being. I couldn't help turning my head, smiling at my mother and grandmother, and walking out the door. At the same time, I branded the picture of love in the restaurant in my heart, and the sunshine was gentle and brilliant. The depth of the sea is due to the condensation of water droplets; The night sky is bright because of the condensation of stars.
And this cohesive family has given me endless confidence, encouraged me, moved me, and accompanied me bravely through the future and the ups and downs of those lives. I got off the bus and walked confidently towards the examination room, smiling and looking up.
The golden sunshine shines through the leaves in this loving world. I, on the other hand, will keep that condensed affection quietly in my heart.
4. A photo (composition) left in my heart, if it is about family, write it yourself. If it is good, it is a face that cannot be fixed on the film for a long time. It is a photo fixed in the photographer's mind. It is a group of poor people's yearning for a better life. That was many years ago, because my photographer friend knows a little African language. So I won the opportunity to interview Xinhua News Agency reporters in a Somali refugee camp. He has always had such a desire to record the tragic days of refugees with a camera, awaken the kindness of the whole world, and save such a group of people struggling on the verge of death. They have black skin and rags, and their eyes are still shining with poverty ... What kind of houses are they, like garbage dumps in the city, stinking and dusty? The war displaced them, and they suffered all the sufferings that God put in their pockets. There, he touched the hands of children as thin as chicken feet, heard the cries and * * * sounds of the old man when he was dying, and saw the frightened eyes of women ... all these left a deep imprint on his heart. Everyone there could die at any time. A pill is more precious than a gold, and a little cold will cause a high fever. Death, like a casual bonfire, can no longer make people feel pain. But to his great surprise, when he decided to take pictures of them, both men and women went to wash their faces and comb their hair, as if they were going to attend a festival. He thought: No matter how poor people are, they are full of yearning for life. In fact, they are defending their last dignity. Let the whole world respect the heart of Africa. My photographer friend gave everything he had to load the film. Just as he was about to leave, a little girl ran over and grabbed his arm, begging him to take a picture of her. He saw her dress herself up very clean, especially wearing a shiny necklace on her chest. She seemed to see the surprise in his eyes. She smiled and told him the secret of the necklace. It turned out to be a mud ball that she rubbed out with mud, then painted with pollen and strung into a necklace. Just to make this "necklace", she delayed taking pictures. His hand holding the camera is shaking. He can't tell her there is no film in the camera. He can't let this flower wither instantly in the most miserable place in the world. That is a heart that really loves life. She smiled brightly at his camera, and he kept pressing the shutter of lies and flashed by, deceiving her expectations. The black face and bright smile of African girls are always fixed in the photographer's soul at that moment and can never be gouged out. After returning to the embassy, my photographer friend tried his best to ask the staff for some films. His mind is a mess. He wanted to take some photos of the girl, and it took him more than 20 days to go back and forth. He doesn't know that in these 20 days, a life full of expectations has come to an end. Her slender life has been drifting, and a simple cold has made her sleep forever. Lying in her mother's arms, the little girl has left the world of suffering. The necklace on her chest is still plated with sunshine, stinging people's eyes with unavoidable pain. These 20 days are the happiest days for children. Every day, she looks forward to seeing her photos and seeing herself blooming like a flower in the bright sunshine. The mother said that her last words before she died were still asking: Is Uncle China there? This is life. In the poorest place, a poor soul painted with sunshine turned into a pearl and strung into a beautiful necklace ... The yearning for beauty made the world see hope again.
5. A photo of family reunion. Countless drops of water condensed together, cheering the East flowing into the sea. Billions of stars condense.
Come on, hold up a bright star dome in the dark. My relatives and friends use their
Concern has condensed the power of love for me. A touch of sunshine in the morning rushed to the wall.
It was red on June 24, and when I was sleepy, I stuffed the test equipment into the pencil box. heart
Dirty in the throat, anxious cicadas outside the window combined with messy heartbeat, became this picture.
The soundtrack of "War and Chaos" has reached the first level in my life, and I am eager to be able to
It passed smoothly enough.
Mother pushed the breakfast prepared last night in front of me. "Don't eat." I'm at a loss.
Slowly shaking my head, my brain went blank. "Come on, be sure to ensure the blood supply of the brain in the examination room.
Normal. "Mom looked at me with a smile and added," In addition, there are.
Where's my lucky potion? You can do well in the exam if you eat it. "Light voice. I never refused again. warm
The milk slowly flows down the throat, extends to the bottom of my heart and melts into a faint warmth. milk
I don't know when the milk will come out I stood at the table and watched me eat and clear the table.
I didn't speak for a long time. From beginning to end, grandma only said, "Don't forget to bring something, be good."
Testing. "Her voice was slightly hoarse, and I remember I came out late last night.
The light in grandma's room is still on ... an unknown feeling slowly comes out of it. I learned a lesson from it
Grandma's voice heard great encouragement and confidence. I nodded and felt cold.
There is another power in the palm of your hand. "Where's my dad?" I packed my schoolbag and asked. "You?
Dad goes to the parking lot to drive. Later, he will park his car directly downstairs. "Grandma answered.
There was silence in the restaurant. The sun shines on the dining table, and mom and grandma stand in silence.
Look at me from behind. Silence with each other, only cohesive strength and encouragement are slowly brewing.
In the air, I gradually eliminated the tension and anxiety in my heart. I stood at the door.
Looking behind them, they smiled at me quietly, some encouraging, some calm. "
Do you want me to drive you? "Mom asked softly." No, I have a father. "I said with a smile.
Then the restaurant continued its firm silence, and I knew they were using this quiet and powerful.
The way to unite a piece of love for me and the confidence to go to the examination room.
Dad has parked the car downstairs. I heard my back when my finger touched the doorknob.
Then came the mother's warm voice: "You will be all right. Take a good test and wait to hear you relax. "
Rest. "At that moment, I was moved and a sense of sacred mission came to my mind. I couldn't help but turn around.
Head, smiled at mom and grandma, walked out the door, and at the same time, connected in the restaurant.
The picture of love is branded in my heart, and the sunshine is gentle and brilliant. The depth of seawater is determined by water droplets.
Solidification; The night sky is bright because of the condensation of stars. This close relationship
Give me endless confidence, encourage me, touch me and accompany me bravely through the future.
Road, through the ups and downs of those lives.
I got off the bus and walked confidently towards the examination room, smiling and looking up. tree
The golden sunshine shines through the leaves in this loving world. And I, will that happen?
A cohesive family, quietly hidden in my heart.
6. "A photo" composition contains 200 words of friendship or affection. There is a story behind every photo. They may be sweet, bitter or sour.
-Inscription.
One day, I came across a photo in which a little girl was smiling at the beautiful scenery. Behind her are colorful flowers, which are more beautiful under the blue sky. This little girl is me.
Every time I see this photo, I think of my experience in the forest park:
It was a sunny day. My mother, my brother and I go to the forest park by bus No.33. As soon as I entered, I was attracted by the beautiful scenery. I can't get tired of looking around. I came to the river again. It is really beautiful here. There are colorful little wildflowers on the green grass. I threw the cookies in, and soon, a large group of fish came, scrambling to eat the cookies. If they can fly, I'm afraid they will take all the cookies, I thought. Of all the fish, I like fat fish best. Its body is flesh-colored, which stands out among fish. I kept throwing cookies at it and soon ate them up. How delicious! I walked forward to the water recreation area again. This place is really interesting. I played everything once. When I arrived at Lotus Terrace, I felt very scared. However, I ran over in one breath. On the way, I almost fell into the water. I go left and cross a bridge. I took out bananas. A monkey next to a big iron cage was very careful when he saw the banana I took. I looked at the monkey's hand, which was exactly the same as ours. I divided the bananas into small pieces and gave them to the monkeys. There is a big monkey that is so bad that I really want to beat it and let it rob others.
I came to the bird forest again. There are so many birds here that I can't count them. When passing the parrot corridor, I saw many parrots of different colors and sizes. Walking forward, I saw a kind of chicken that I had never seen before-turkey. It is really ugly, with a big body, a thin neck, no hair on its chin and two pieces of meat. It's ugly. After a long walk, we came to the parrot show, sat down and watched it carefully. When I saw the parrot doing aerobics, I was shocked and my body moved.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, we will leave. At the gate, I said to my mother, "Mom, take a picture of me." "Good," my mother readily agreed.
Mom has a camera, one, two, three eggplants! The photos are all taken. Seeing this photo reminds me of a day in the forest park. I will never forget this photo.
7. Family ties are indispensable and the most important emotion in life. -Inscription This is a family photo of our family and the only one at present. How time flies! It passed in the blink of an eye. This photo has been taken for six years. Every time I look at the photo frame, I always look at the family photos carefully: aunt, uncle, second aunt, second uncle, uncle, menstruation, mom and dad, grandparents, cousins. I look so happy. The wrinkles on grandpa's forehead and the silver thread on grandma's head all tell their weather-beaten life journey. Of course, they can appreciate the joy of life best. I clearly remember that it was the Spring Festival in 2000, and the whole family, old and young, rushed back to their grandparents' homes from all over the country for the reunion year. At that time, I was only seven years old and sensible, but I didn't know the true meaning of reunion at all, only that there were many people. But since then, the whole family has rarely been together. Now every holiday, either my cousin didn't come, or my cousin didn't come ... Grandma always regrets to say to herself, "When can the whole family get together again?" When you are busy, it is always the easiest to ignore the mood of the older generation. Now, this family photo is slowly yellowing under the erosion of years, but the happy smile of the whole family is always so fresh. I think maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. Our whole family will definitely get together again. There will definitely be a more beautiful and treasured family photo. Pure friendship and passionate love will eventually become family ties. Friends! May you cherish this indelible feeling. -P.S.
8. I urgently need a composition about maternal love, and I want to write according to this photo. Just quarreled with my mother and lost. I went back to my room angrily, picked up my pillow and threw it around casually, as if I felt that no one in the world loved me and no one loved me. I hid in the quilt and sobbed. After a while, the anger subsided.
I turned on the TV to find a good TV program, but I couldn't find it for a long time, so I watched the news helplessly.
I saw a news article that said "Motherly love in the sun". When I look at that photo, I always feel that I am the child, standing in the shade, but my mother is walking on the road.
I wrote a little for you, but you have to write it yourself in the future. After all, you have to use your head. I hope the landlord will adopt it. Thank you.-Mike Xiao Bo
9. A photo (written by others) that moved me by composition 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. When she fell, she cried 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.
10. Write a short article about affection and show it bit by bit.
In the delivery room of the hospital, with the cry of a baby, the family rejoiced.
Welcome a new member; Before dying, when the tears of relatives finally poured down like a rainstorm, a family sent their loved ones away sadly. From birth to death, only family will last forever.
Lens 1:
When I was three years old, I stood on the blackboard hanging by the window and drew two Chinese characters-my name-with my immature hands. Grandpa stood behind me, gently pointing to the place where I didn't "draw", holding my hand from time to time, and his tone was full of love.
The shape of the words I drew in those years has long been forgotten. The only thing I can't forget is the warm and rough hand with vicissitudes of life, holding my little hand in it.
In the warm sunshine in the spring morning.
Lens 2:
When I was ten years old, me and
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Go shopping together. I stayed in the bookstore when they went shopping.
An hour later, I came to the bookstore as promised, and I saw:
Under the familiar green trees,
A piece of candy in a plastic bag is like
Do it yourself.
"At the gate of the park, she clamored for sugar cane and insisted that I buy one for her sister, too."
Explain with a smile.
In the spring afternoon breeze.
Lens 3:
At the age of fourteen, I rode home with a heavy schoolbag on my back. The street lamp is already on. Because it is early spring, it gets dark early. The orange light spilled on the ground. exist
I don't know which willow tree is by the roadside. I habitually picked up my eyes and glanced up to the left. Ah, that
The light is on and mom is back. I suddenly felt very warm, and an indescribable sense of sureness came to my mind. That lamp, that little yellow halo, is the feeling of home. But at that time, I
Then my mother went on a business trip. In those two days, no one turned on the light for me again. A moment of loss. Finally feel the weight of that lamp.
Even though there are thousands of beautiful China lanterns in the world, I still only love this one.
That day, I suddenly understood what affection is.
An emotion that accompanies a person from birth to death, an emotion that can remind you at all times, an extraordinary patience, and a feeling that makes people feel practical ... is revealed in a little bit.
In the hazy twilight of spring evening.