There is a photo on my desk. In the photo, a small green watermelon seedling stands upright, with a short stem and exuberance in a dark corner. This seedling always gives me great encouragement when I am in trouble. Looking at this photo, I fell into memories. ...
It was a summer vacation. I went to my grandfather's house in the country to spend the summer vacation with my parents. One day, I was doing my summer homework in the yard and doing a math problem. Suddenly, I lost my mind. Looking at the mathematical symbols in the pen, I suddenly felt bored, so I threw the book aside and ate watermelon in the small pavilion. When I was chewing the sweet watermelon, I fingered the watermelon seeds on the table. Looking at the seeds on the table, I suddenly picked a few on a whim, threw them in the corner of the yard, buried them in the grass, and went to the kitchen with watermelon skin.
Then, lightning flashed across the sky, muffled thunder rolled, a heavy rain poured down, and successive raindrops fell on the soil in the bucket, and the soil was soaked by rain. Looking at the downpour outside the window, I can't help worrying about the watermelon seeds that have just been buried in the soil: I wonder if they were washed away by the heavy rain? But I don't know, a few watermelon seeds have been unconsciously buried in the wet soil.
The next morning, the rain stopped and the sun showed half a face in the white clouds. Soft sunshine sprinkled on the yard, quietly weaving pieces of golden light on every inch of land. I ran to the yard in high spirits, jumping around the yard and looking around, and suddenly a touch of new green flashed through my eyes. I quickly took a closer look and accidentally found that it was a newborn seedling. Light green exudes a vibrant atmosphere around the corner. Two soft and light green leaves spread slightly upward. The light green stems are thin and short, and the breeze blows. The whole seedling dances in the wind, like a delicate little girl, but I don't know why, in this dark corner, its light green stems and light green leaves look so strong and tall. I quickly took out my camera and photographed it.
Looking at the bright green in the corner, my eyes can't help but get wet. Yes, even such a petite watermelon seedling can survive in adversity and emerge from its shell. So when I encounter difficulties, why can't I try to overcome them? With this in mind, I firmly turned around, walked into the study, opened the book, picked up a pen, and seriously studied the math problem again. ...
The sun shines faintly on the desk and on the saplings in the photo, emitting a faint golden light. I looked at the watermelon seedling in the photo and said to myself: I also want to learn from this young seedling, and I don't flinch, fear or give up in the face of difficulties. I will try my best to overcome difficulties and become braver and stronger!
I have a photo that records everything I went to Furong Peak that day.
Early that morning, our little writers' training camp met to go to Furong Peak in Tangtian Town for a tour.
After a bumpy ride, everyone came to the destination-Furong Peak with cheers.
A stone tablet was erected at the foot of the mountain, which recorded the origin, panorama and donation of Furong Peak. The teacher took out his pen and copied it carefully. We saw it and did it. The teacher is instructing us to write down the important things one by one.
Then we visited Furong Peak, a stone carving of the Song Dynasty. Looking from a distance, I saw the steep rock abrupt and strange, and the three red characters of Furong Peak at the foot of the stone were particularly dazzling. Approached, the font is as bright as ever. Stand on tiptoe and touch with your hands. It's cold and slippery, and it feels very comfortable. It is said that the word "Furong Peak" in the Southern Song Dynasty was written by the general of the Qing Dynasty and has been preserved for hundreds of years. It's not easy for me to remember when I keep a diary, sometimes it's gone in a few days. However, what I don't understand is why the stone carvings in the Southern Song Dynasty were written by generals in the Qing Dynasty. Isn't it the calligraphy of the general commander of the Southern Song Dynasty? I didn't think much. POSI and my classmates took a group photo in front of the stone carving.
In the lower left corner of the stone carving, there is a thousand-year-old well. The willow branches beside the ancient well danced with the wind, like a happy girl. The water quality of the ancient well is quiet and the entrance is sweet. Playing and brushing the well water gently with your hands, I feel cold all over.
The sunshine is fierce. We have reached halfway up the mountain. The mountains are shaded by trees and the breeze blows, which makes us feel cool. We saw the immortal chair, and at first sight, flying stones, and our interest was getting higher and higher. We came to the temple in the mountain, and the old nun stayed enthusiastically. There are many bodhisattvas in the temple, including a chubby smiling Buddha, who is really cute. When I came to the Bell and Drum Tower, I rang the bell. The bell is crisp and sweet, very pleasant to hear. Standing on the bell and drum tower, from a distance, market towns, villages, rivers, boats and green belts protecting the river constitute a sweet landscape painting, which is really beautiful.
We saw the Garden Bridge. The whole bridge has cornices, carved beams and painted buildings, exquisite and antique, and the left and right domes are engraved with the word "wind and rain" respectively, which is very majestic. In summer, this is a good place for villagers to enjoy the cool and rest.
After seeing the Garden Bridge, we took a boat to see Tangtian wartime lecture college. Sitting on the boat, I saw the Fuyi River crystal clear and small fish playing in it. Tap gently with your hand, and the water will splash and fall on your body, which is cold. Looking up, at the moment, Furong Peak is tall and handsome, and lush forests and temple buildings are dotted with unique and different scenery.
During the war, there were few visitors to this university. After visiting the monument, the map of students crossing the river and the memorial hall of the residence of Lu Zhenyu and his wife, they took a group photo at the door as a souvenir.
When I came back in the afternoon, I fell asleep in the car. This is really an exciting, happy and tired day. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely come to see Furong Peak.
Today, I am doing my homework. When I opened the drawer, I found a brochure in the corner with a lot of dust on it. I cleaned it and looked at it. It turned out to be an album.
Open it, and there is a yellow black and white photo. There is a little girl in the photo. Her eyes are big and watery. They look so bright! Her face showed joy, her arch eyebrows were raised high and her mouth was tilted. I think it must be the big apple in her hand that makes her so happy. I look at this little girl carefully, and I think she looks like my mother, only a little thinner than her mother.
At this moment, my mother came in. She came up to me, pointed to the photo and said in surprise, "Isn't this me?" ! How did you find it? Speaking of this photo, there is a little story! "When I hear a story, I will pester my mother to tell it to me.
Mom said that when she was a child, her family was too poor to open a pot and had nothing to eat, let alone snacks. One day, a guest came to their home. The guest's family was in good condition and gave his mother a big apple. Her mother jumped for joy. You know, apples were rarely eaten at that time. Mother looked at the red apple and couldn't bear to eat it. Finally, she couldn't resist the temptation of the apple and ate it. No sooner had my mother brought the apple to her mouth than she was photographed by the camera brought by the guest. A few days after junior high school, the photo was printed, but my mother cried after seeing it. It turns out that my mother wants to eat apples again when she sees them.
"ah! Now that the conditions are so good, how can you children who grew up in honeypots feel the joy of getting apples at that time! " Mom said. After listening to my mother's story, I know that my mother is greedy and understands the happy life now.
Today is the weekend. Wang Xiaogang hung the new digital camera ordered by his father online around his neck, with some bananas in his pocket, and then went to the zoo to play.
There are so many animals in the zoo! Xiao Gang was dazzled by the lively little monkey, the mighty tiger, the creepy python and the obedient rabbit.
However, among these animals, Xiaogang likes lively and clever little monkeys best. He walked beside the monkeys and saw them in different shapes, some "hanging upside down" and some climbing up trees to hide; The little monkey snuggled up to his mother like a coquetry, very warm; The Monkey King sat majestically on the rockery, commanding all the monkeys. One of the little monkeys ran towards Xiaogang and stared at the stranger with wide eyes, but he looked at Xiaogang gently and didn't mean to hurt them at all. The little monkey's attitude towards Xiaogang gradually improved, and even put his hand out of the cage to shake hands with Xiaogang. Xiaogang was moved by the cute and childish power of the little monkey, so he threw a banana at the little monkey. Just as the little monkey was about to tie a banana, the old monkey king suddenly rushed over, grabbed the banana, quickly climbed up the trunk, peeled it off during training, and blew a kiss to Xiaogang while eating, as if proudly saying, "Thank you, little classmate! Not only did you come to see me, but you also brought me my favorite banana. Thank you so much! " Xiaogang is quick of eye and load. At this time, he pressed the shutter of the camera and only heard a click. A dazzling light frightened the monkeys, who fled everywhere, but the old monkey king was "fearless" like an old general who had experienced the battlefield. The light for him was "Zhang Fei eats bean sprouts-a piece of cake". I probably get used to being photographed by tourists often. Xiao Gang threw another banana at the little monkey, and the Monkey King took it away. There is only one banana left. Xiaogang gave it to the poor little monkey and reluctantly left the zoo.
When he got home, Xiaogang immediately developed the photos and took them to school. In the photo, the Monkey King's kiss blowing action and smug expression are vividly displayed. The students all laughed when they saw this photo captured, some covered their mouths and snickered, some broke their faces and some covered their stomachs with laughter.
This snapshot is really funny!
The composition of the sixth grade photos The fifth article turns over the yellowed old photos, and my inner thoughts are ups and downs ... Is it bitter, beautiful or unforgettable? I want to hide my face and cry, and I want to laugh at the voiceless sound. ...
The photo in 20xx: A sweet smile was raised at the corners of her mouth, her small eyes narrowed into a crack, and her white hands covered her face, as if she didn't want others to take pictures of her. What a shy girl! Mother holds her, and her father, grandfather, grandmother, grandfather, grandmother and brother are all around her, guarding her youth, warmth and happiness. The adults all look serious, but the girl is silly and happy.
That photo in 20xx: She is full of youthful vitality and has become mature. Adults' faces are covered with wrinkles, telling the vicissitudes of time; Her face is permeated with a smile, which reflects the process of growing up. The adults surrounded her and the whole family smiled happily.
I can't help asking: where has all the time gone? The intangible change of time has changed the family style of this big family, and I-that girl. I feel the deepest!
I was born in this family in 20xx. At that time, the adults in the family were very serious and formal. Love to laugh, naughty I often hold back from laughing. 20xx years, I 12 years old. The atmosphere at home is very relaxed and happy, and everyone is very casual.
From strict to relaxed, the family style of this family has changed over time. I think: the change of family style may be because people's outlook on life is changing, which leads to different attitudes towards life! How powerful time is!
When I gently touch the black-and-white photo with my hand, my grandfather's kind smile will emerge in my mind, and I will always think of his warm words and happy childhood memories. ...
Time flies for a long time, and those memories will eventually become the dust of time. However, I will never forget the scene where my grandfather accompanied me.
"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " This poem is the first poem I learned when I was a child. I was a particularly naughty child when I was a child. As long as you don't pay attention, I will disappear without a trace, so grandpa often uses ancient poems to calm me down slowly. I am always interested in new things. I won't let you go until I learn. As long as there are guests at home, grandpa will ask me to recite ancient poems, and everyone will praise me after reciting one. At this time, I am the happiest.
When I was in kindergarten, I never let grandpa leave me. Wherever he goes, I will follow him. Even when I was in kindergarten, I refused to let him go. And he always took pains to accompany me, until my attention slowly shifted to other things, he quietly left. Every time I can't sleep well, my grandfather is always by my side, singing nursery rhymes for me, and I always hold his hand tightly to get a good sleep. It can be said that most of my childhood happiness was given by my grandfather.
When I was in the fifth grade, my grandfather heard that something had happened to him. Our family rushed to the hospital non-stop and looked at the white-haired and gaunt man in the hospital bed. Is he really grandpa? My grandfather in my memory is a ruddy and energetic man! It's only been a few years. How did he become like this? Grandma reached out and gave me a photo that Grandpa treasured-a black-and-white photo of me riding on his shoulder. I couldn't bear it any longer, and my tears kept flowing downwards.
I put this old photo in the most beautiful frame and put it in front of my bed. I will never forget that photo.
The composition of the sixth grade photo 7 plants a tree seedling and can harvest a shade; Flying a bird can harvest a ray of life; If one pool of sewage is discharged less, one side can be harvested clean; Protect the environment once, and you can reap a home.
Once again, I stood on the small bridge in my hometown, thinking with a photo. The picture shows my hometown, and several rivers flow in the mountains. I can't help thinking. A memory jumped into my mind.
That summer, I ran in the mountains as usual. At that time, my hometown was surrounded by mountains, several rivers surrounded the village, and large bamboo forests were everywhere. I ran to the bridge and froze as soon as I stepped on it. The river under the bridge is white! I am so excited in my heart, like a few deer jumping about in my heart. This is a great discovery. Maybe I can get an award! I thought to myself. I quickly pinched my face. "ah! It really hurts! " I covered my face and talked to myself. I'm not dreaming! Look carefully, there are several dead fish floating on the river, thinking: How can there be dead fish in such a beautiful "milk river"? So, with a sense of curiosity, I walked to the river. I leaned over carefully and sniffed by the river. It stinks! I covered my nose and ran home.
As soon as I rushed into the house, I reported the big news to my mother: "Mom! I tell you, there is a white river at the other end of the mountain. There are some dead fish floating on the river, which stinks! " When my mother heard this, she showed a surprised expression, but instead of being excited, she revealed a kind of worry. I took my mother to Baihe, and when she saw it, her face was white and bloodless, and her brow wrinkled into a ball. After thinking for a moment, she looked at the factory in the distance. Looking at my sad mother, I couldn't help frowning and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Mother sighed, squatted down slowly, stroked my head and said earnestly, "Son, this river is the masterpiece of those lawless elements." . They are too greedy and selfish. They destroyed the earth, but they didn't expect them to be on it. You can't let them succeed when you grow up! "I nodded and remembered my mother's words.
That white river is actually sewage full of bleach. This river has been pounding my young heart. Have we thought about the world after that in the polluted forest?
From a fallen forest, you can see beautiful autumn; From a littered paper towel, we can see the quality of people; From a polluted river, we can see the environmental pollution. People should learn to reflect and change after suffering.
There are thousands of beautiful photos in my home, one of which is inserted in a beautiful photo frame and put on the counter. Why?
The thing is: when I was seven years old, my family of three went to Hong Kong and Macau with my mother's colleagues. When we arrived in Mazu Tempel, a younger brother suddenly took out his chewing gum and stuffed it into my hair without hesitation. It took me a lot of effort to tear off the sticky gum, wrap it in paper and throw it into the nearby trash can. Then I said to my brother, "You are so rude. How can you stick the chewing gum you have eaten on someone else's head? " However, he made a face at me as if nothing had happened. What is even more incredible is that his parents stood by and smiled at their son without educating him. After a while, the guide sister said, "Let's take a picture here as a souvenir!" " "So I took this photo with a sad face.
On the way home, I thought, "It's the father's fault that my son doesn't teach. These parents can't be obedient to their children. At the age of three, we should cultivate children's good habits from an early age. Remember these five words' spoil children like killing children'. "
The ninth composition of the sixth grade photo is on my desk, and there is already an old photo. That was a photo taken with my cousin Lu Bin three years ago. In the photo, he is wearing a pair of jeans and holding a toy gun. He looks terrible. I'm wearing a white sportswear and holding a football in my hand. I look great.
Every time I see this photo, I think of what happened with him three years ago. It was a day of winter vacation. My mother and I went to my hometown to attend my aunt's wedding. I stayed with my cousin for a few days. These days, there are many happy things, but there is also one thing that makes me feel guilty. One day I saw my cousin playing with a scooter, and I wanted to play, so I put down the remote control car and grabbed the scooter. The younger brother said, "My father bought this for me to play with, not yours!" " "At this moment, the uncle standing by heard this and said to him," Binbin, my brother is a guest, let him play for a while first! ""my brother was unconvinced, but he dared not disobey his uncle, so he gave me his scooter and sulked alone in his room. The next day, my mother and I will go back to Changzhou. Before leaving, my brother took my hand and cried, "Brother, I won't rob your toy next time!" " "
Although it has been three years since this incident, I feel particularly sad when I think about it: "I am an elder brother, so I should let my younger brother go!" " "This photo always reminds me to be tolerant and polite to others and not to haggle over every ounce.
10 People's memories are not eternal, but the recorded scenes will never be lost.
When I opened the photo album covered with thick dust, my fingers flipped at will, and scenes passed in my mind. I suddenly stopped my finger and stared at the old photo. My body trembled uncontrollably and tears rained down. ...
In the photo, an elderly man is holding a little girl in blue, and both faces are filled with flower-like smiles. Yes, that little girl is me and that old man is my grandfather.
Wan Li clear sky, the sun father-in-law lazily shed wisps of sunshine. Miss Yun carefully tidied up her white dress for fear of getting dirty, and the birds combed their bright feathers in the air.
On this day, grandpa took me to the river to play. Walking to the river, red carp, pink lotus and green lotus leaf seem to be competing with the United States. I was shocked, because I have never seen such a beautiful scenery! The sound of "cicada-cicada-"attracted my attention like a magnet. I looked around, but I couldn't find the sound source. I pulled my grandpa's skirt and asked, "What's that noise?" Grandpa smiled and said, "That's the sound of cicada. Because it makes the sound of cicada, cicada, some people call them cicadas." "Grandpa, what do they look like?" I asked eagerly. Grandpa told me that they lived in a tree. So at my request, my grandfather carried me on his back so that I could see the cicada ... This scene was recorded by my mother on her mobile phone and kept in an album.
Looking at the young and strong grandfather in the photo, looking at the grandfather now, ah, grandpa is old, his hair is white, his spine is bent, and he can't carry it anymore! I just found out that time slipped away quietly! In the eyes of adults, I am still the same, but I understand that when I grow up, I can't always rely on others. I have to face the ups and downs of life alone ... That photo awakened my childhood and even my fleeting memories. Thank you for your photo. It reminds me that time is passing by. ...