Next to him stood a little boy about three years old, wearing tiger's head shoes sewn by his mother and holding the chair where the baby sat. -This is a black and white photo.
There is a color photo of 10 inch on the wall of my cabin. That's a photo of the sunrise.
In the photo, a fiery red sun has just risen from the sea, making the sky fiery red and a golden light shining on the sea. There are four or five small fishing boats in the sparkling blue waves.
Others stood on the rocks by the sea to watch the sunrise. 3. Because photos record the pace of growth in our lives and record many sweet or sad moments.
Photos have witnessed our growth, from which we can feel the innocence of childhood and the frankness of teenagers. Every memory is so precious that whenever I recall it, it will really be ridiculous at that time. I just want to go back in time and start all over again, just like my previous dream. I am always afraid that my dream will suddenly wake up. I really want to freeze the mood of a beautiful and happy moment, but it is impossible.
4. Gradually, a fleeting time appeared in the photo. Old photos help me recall the past and look forward to the future.
Cherry blossoms float, snowflakes fall and the north wind blows. Who should I go to with this memory? Unknown cherry blossoms have fallen again, and dreams of the future haunt this land. As the cherry blossoms fall, my thoughts gallop on the horizon with the blue sky. 5, some love, live in photos; Some love lives in your heart.
But the most practical and happiest love is the person who lives next to us. Su Cen Six. The old photos of coal-to-oil are black and white, but they can record the happiness and anxiety of the previous moment. After years of washing, only the corners turned yellow, but this ancient red, this dark yellow, saved this moment and made it eternal ... 7. Another, but I don't know whose.
This photo looks old: it's black and white, and everything around it has turned yellow. There is a kind mother in the photo, holding her child tightly, standing in front of a low and shabby house, smiling so sweetly … It seems that this mother loves her child so much.
8. Looking around, I found that every photo of every student has its own characteristics and charm. You see, Yi Xue Rou is closing her eyes in gorgeous Uygur clothes; Look, Shao Ke is standing on the side of the road with a naughty pout. Look, Gu Chao wore a red scarf for the first time and smiled from ear to ear ... Looking at the sunny, naive and naive photos of his classmates, I smiled ... 9. In front of a photo, many students stopped to taste when they went there, which was a wonderful moment for their friend Chen in Hainan.
The sky is blue, and the sea and sky are connected. We can't tell where the sea is and where the sky is. Plus the golden beach and her bright smile, it's so beautiful! The narration on the side is even more immersive and picturesque, which is really a masterpiece. 10, that photo, the background is big red, I sit on the pink sofa, these bright colors set off my blush and pink * * * tender.
At first glance, why is there so little hair? I can't see it, only a few faithful hairs remain on my little head. At that time, I was wearing a cute pink baby suit, really wrapped like a small meat ball.
Whenever parents see this photo, they will say, "Look! Look how fat you were when you were a child. You are covered in meat! Less hair can be counted. " Perhaps, in the past 100 days, I have always given my parents the impression of being bald! I really have to admit that photos really helped me save my childhood, locked my innocent smile when I was a child, and fixed the carefree happiness at that time.
1 1. Looking at these new photos of the past, there will be a warm current in my heart. But I can't stay in this past for a long time.
Time doesn't allow me to stay. Now I find that time is very short. I thought it was a long summer vacation, but I need to make a lot of arrangements. Getting up in the morning is the first breakthrough since the summer vacation, but I still feel that time is not enough.
I miss my childhood, but I can't help feeling so deeply. What a waste! 12. Looking around, I found that every photo of each student has its own characteristics and extraordinary charm. You see, Yi Xue Rou is closing her eyes in gorgeous Uygur clothes; Look, Shao Ke is standing on the side of the road with a naughty pout. Look, Gu Chao wore a red scarf for the first time and smiled from ear to ear ... Looking at the sunny, naive and naive photos of his classmates, I smiled ... 13, I looked at the old photos and looked up at everything outside the window. There are many tall willows, wide and straight roads and streams.
Thirty years is like a dream, but it's just a narrow circle of China's 5,000-year history. However, this photo witnessed the vicissitudes of the motherland's prosperity. As teenagers in the 2 1 century, we have thrived in the wave of reform and opening up.
"The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly." I think we should make better use of superior material conditions and bring our motherland to a better tomorrow! 14, every time I open the photo album, I really feel bad, just like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. My heart is mixed with ups and downs, and it is very bitter.
Because every time I remember, my dream wakes up and I want to cry every time I wake up. Where is my innocent and beautiful childhood? Why, why does time pass so quickly? Old photos turn yellow and new photos are bright, but bright photos sometimes turn yellow. I am very grateful to God for giving me a wonderful life and many wonderful moments in my life.
15, the time paper can't be wrapped or stopped, only a small photo album records the stay at that moment. Stay at the age of six or seven, recording interesting things when I was a child.
Photos, year after year, have changed from new photos to old photos. One photo after another, like a sharp knife, cuts the time bit by bit in an orderly way.
2. Sentences describing old photos (1) You cut your hair short, but you still look at old photos.
You have walked through different cities, but you still miss the street with her. You drink high-end red wine, but you still can't forget the days when you set up a roadside stall with her.
You have been running, but you still remember your story. Come on, you can fool others, but not yourself.
(2) If * * * meets again, it will be cold. Old photos are still so far away. I hope you can see the corner of the sky again. (3) I want to leave with some old photos and half a box of discarded tobacco. If you are lucky, you may live in a wooden house with vines and be unhappy at the youth feast. I carefully devoured the sadness in the world. After all, I can't see myself clearly Well, don't be sad. Juzibaoku (4) The secret of 2 minutes of happiness: 1, flipping through old photos; 2. Chew nuts; 3. Inhale a soothing smell; 4. bask in the sun; 5. Take a walk in the block; 6. Clean up the room; 7. think quickly; 8. Smile; 9. Change your consumption pattern; 10, give yourself a happy face; 1 1, have a rest; 12, chatting with friendly neighbors; 13, chopping vegetables; 14, do good.
(5) The extinguished smoky room and your old photos. They say this picture is called "I miss my calculation time". I'm sorry that I couldn't read your handwriting clearly yesterday. "Lyrics" Vincent Fang (6) In the slow wandering of time, we all grew up. When youth becomes old photos, when old photos become memories, it is good to have you to cook with me. Juzibaoku (7) turns out old photos.
Actually, I miss you. The phonograph.
Record. memory
Sometimes I like to look at dim street lamps in the distance. That kind of soft and kind smell always seems to penetrate thousands of miles of wind and linger in my heart, just like the old photos of the last century that make time ripple. Friends who are walking in a hurry, don't forget that there are distant thoughts on the street lamp.
(9) Of course, he is getting farther and farther away from the person I used to like, which is even more a good thing-the deceased is gone, and at most he leaves some yellowed memories in his heart, just like old photos in the past. Occasionally, I don't have to feel sad and gloomy, leaving only a slight sense of loss, because ... the people I loved and myself who fell in love are gone. My hatred for myself gradually faded, buried deep in my heart, and no one can match it. Living with a lonely fate, there should be no more ripples.
Orange Treasure House-Ten Years of Dark Night Streamer (10) Love is an old mottled and yellowed photo in my wallet. The content comes from the treasure house of sentences (1 1). I still like you, like an old photo in my wallet.
(12) Autumn afternoon, old photos, past time, sadness and happiness shuttle into a transparent line. (13) Looking back, I can only think of the yellowed old photos, reminding her that I once liked such a person so hard.
-Out of Time Wipe (14) When we were asleep, we met those people who had long been confused, just like an old photo that got wet after a rainstorm. I can't go back to the way I was.
-Tian Wei's "Flower Field and Half an acre" (15) Missing is a very complicated mood. How can I put it? It's hard to get out in a short time. Seeing an old photo, I want to see more old photos. I accidentally heard a song I once liked, so I listened to it for a long time in a single loop. When I come to a place with memories, I want to stop and play back the scene. All the pieces together are a life movie. The content comes from the treasure house of sentences.
3. Today, an old photo of the four exercises in the Chinese Garden is August 28th, 20 1 1 year. I opened the textbook and a black and white photo came into view. Photographed 744 years ago today:1On August 28th, 937, when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station, they were photographed by reporters.
What you see in the photo is a prosperous and beautiful international metropolis-Shanghai, which suddenly turned into ruins in a burst of indiscriminate bombing. There are only broken overpasses, twisted railways, broken houses, broken bricks and tiles all over the floor, smoke and dust just blown in the air … and a lonely child. Why does this child, who is only three or four years old, sit alone in the ruins and cry loudly? What about his parents? One question after another appeared in my mind. Maybe his parents will take him out by train to find a safe place. Unexpectedly, their parents were blown to pieces by the bombs dropped by the Japanese invaders before they boarded the train. He is still crying: "Mom and Dad." No one answered him. I lost my parents at an early age and sat on the ground crying. Don't these damn Japanese invaders have parents? Don't they have their own children? The invaders killed our common people in China innocently and destroyed our beautiful homeland.
Therefore, as our generation, we must remember today far away and don't let history repeat itself. We should study hard and strive for the rise of China, and we can't let the invaders bully our motherland any more!
This is my composition written in the fourth grade. I hope it can be adopted.
4. An old photo composition, 70 words, an old photo.
After entering middle school, study life is no longer as easy as it was at the beginning. Occasionally I can't breathe, but whenever I think of that old photo, there will still be a warm wind in my heart.
It's an old photo, which frames the pure beauty of our moment.
This is a beautiful story, which records the past of our spring in bloom.
It was a warm spring, the fresh air was mixed with faint flowers, and the blue sky was full of faint white clouds, which was harmonious and beautiful. It also doomed the moment when we met. At that time, we were naive and beautiful, with our little hands rubbing our skirts uneasily and our faces as rosy as autumn apples hanging shyly. It was not until the teacher's friendly smile flowed into our hearts that we raised our heads one by one and looked at them seriously and curiously.
Since then, we have walked side by side through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Accompanying us are the flowers in spring, raindrops in summer, fallen leaves in autumn and flying snow in winter. In these dreamlike days, there is our eternal childhood.
Happy days are always short, and parting is helpless.
5. Fourth grade composition: an old photo, an old photo.
Today, when I opened my Chinese book, I found an old photo. In the photo, a little boy covered in blood and blown beyond recognition by bomb shrapnel sat on the ruins, his mouth wide open as if he were crying. The overpass above him is broken, and his parents don't know where to go ... why is he covered in injuries? Why is he crying? Who did this to him, so inhuman? My questions came to mind one after another. I quickly turned my attention to the introduction next to the photo. According to reports, this photo was taken by a reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28, 937. Looking at those short words, I saw the scene at that time. ...
A young couple with a two-year-old boy shuttled through the crowd, clutching the train ticket. They can't stand the humiliation of the Japanese army to the people here and are ready to flee Shanghai to a safe place. They had a hard time walking to the front of the train and were about to get on. Suddenly, they heard a slight "buzzing" sound, getting closer and louder. People quickly looked up and said, oh, no! Japanese bombers are coming! Panicked people quickly dragged their frightened relatives to find a place to hide, but it was too late. "Bang bang!" ""boom! "One flame and one meteor flashed across the sky, and one bomb detonated, taking away one fresh life after another. The young mother of the couple has been blown up beyond recognition, but the father is still looking for a hiding place, but both of them have been blown up. He gritted his teeth, pressed the crying child under his body, and blocked the flying fragments and sparks with his own flesh and blood. Gradually, the sound of the bomber flying gradually disappeared until there was no sound at all. Just as my father breathed a sigh of relief and thought that the danger had passed, a huge steel bar fell and hit my father impartially. Poor father's eyes are full of unwillingness and reluctance. He glanced at the boy who passed out crying, gave up and followed his wife. After a long time, the child woke up and he didn't know his father. He thought his parents were playing hide-and-seek with him, so he went to find them. Of course, the result is affirmative. He will never find them. The little boy was afraid. He was in tears, trying to attract his parents. He didn't know that his parents had left him, and he didn't know that he had become an orphan. A reporter raised his camera and took this tearful scene. ...
The Japanese hurt us more than that. We lost more than a railway station, and our dignity in China was seriously trampled! How many poor children have lost their parents and starved to death in the streets. I really hate Japanese devils. Are their hearts made of steel instead of meat? They are also raised by their parents, how can they be so cruel! How I wish there was no war in the world, so that the beautiful flower of peace would never fade!
6. Composition in Unit 4, Grade 4, Primary School Chinese: An old photo, a photo of about 400 words.
When I held this photo, I was filled with emotion. When I was a child, I always heard my mother repeat this sentence: "The Japanese are so bad that they have lost their humanity!" (point out time and historical events. )
When I saw this photo, I saw the scene at that time. This is1August 28th, 937, when the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station, the reporter shot the real scene:
A poor child, sitting in a pile of ruins, covered his face with dirty hands and cried sadly. The prosperity around him turned into ruins in an instant. He was very sad-because he lost his home and his closest relative, he silently shouted: "Dad … Mom … where are you …" He looked around, looked at the brick with confused eyes, and moved it with immature hands: "Mom … Mom, don't leave me!" "There is no hope in his eyes. If he is sensible, he will definitely think: Why, my family, my relatives? Yes! Where did the little boy's relatives go? It turned out that when the Japanese plane bombed, the mother used her whole body to protect her child, and unfortunately she was killed and the child survived. Later, he was seen by a photographer and sent to an orphanage. Describe the benefits of action and psychology properly. )
At this time, I remembered what my mother said to me: "The Japanese are so bad that bad gains and losses lose humanity!" " "Yes, I always feel that the Japanese have no children and relatives? Don't they know the sense of crisis and the fear of losing loved ones? Did they just kill some innocent people with knives and guns? I hate Japanese invaders, they are full of blood and ambition! Now they are not like other countries: they love and embrace peace. (Express opinions and ask powerful questions. )
So far, the Japanese, led by the Japanese Prime Minister, have refused to acknowledge history and the harm they have done to other neighboring countries. They only play with fire and set themselves on fire.
Japanese, please cherish the lives of others and make your own contribution to world peace. (Finally, some suggestions are given. )
You can learn from it, but you'd better write it yourself.