1. Write a 650-word essay with the title "I always think of that photo"
I opened the photo album and saw a family photo, which included my father, mother, brother, and me. , that is a photo of a young man,
I always think of that photo. 600-word essay
[Think Tank|Special Topic]. This photo is not young because of the date it was taken. It's because the people inside are still young. That photo was the first one. It’s also the last one so far.
A family portrait doesn’t mean anything, but that family portrait represents that young years, and when we are washed away by the years, seeing us in childhood makes people lament how fast time flies. The parents who still have thick black hair inside have also become much older due to time. In the photo, I am still a baby and my brother is still a primary school student. Now one is a high school entrance examination student and the other is a college student.
My parents are also much older. The aging of the body leads to the development of diseases, making them less energetic than they appear in photos. That photo proved that time passed quickly. No matter what methods you try, it will eventually pass.
We cannot keep time. Time makes our memory impacted by various things every day. Only photos can remind us of that period of time. Thinking of the time we should do, if our parents were still young in the photo, we might have done less, but time does not allow this, then we should do something that should be done, instead of feeling like we are letting our elderly parents Do something for us that they can't do now. That photo reminds us a lot that time has been lost, so don’t let the present time be lost too.
The kind of love seen in the photo is also a kind of love now. The photo retains the youthfulness of the past and now gives it a sense of maturity. If possible, I would like to take a family photo again, taking photos of the present years. When we open the photo album again, we can see the family photos of our childhood, adolescence, and youth. When I came out to work, I saw my stupid self at that time.
That photo that always reminds me makes me feel the ruthlessness of time, but it also makes me feel that my parents’ love for us is unchanging.
Roller coaster, pirate ship, and shooting target. When playing the roller coaster, I was very nervous, but my brother was not nervous at all. I sat in front, and my brother was behind. The speed was slow at first, and I was happy. I thought to myself that the roller coaster is so slow. .Suddenly, the roller coaster suddenly started to move forward very quickly, which scared me so much that my heart was beating wildly. Then it came to the corner again, and when it turned, it seemed like it was derailed, which scared me so much that I became restless and screamed repeatedly. (This passage Great writing) Before I came to my senses, my brother took me to play the pirate ship again. When I played the pirate ship, I became even more nervous, but my brother was never nervous at all. I didn’t fly high at first, but gradually became more and more nervous. The higher we went, I felt very uncomfortable when I reached the highest point. After a while, I finally stopped. The photographer took the opportunity to take a picture of us with his camera, leaving a memory of today. I remember walking down slowly and decided to I will never ride on a pirate ship again. Later, after taking a break, I played another project by myself - shooting targets. I got in the car and started shooting. I shot one shot in one shot. After 3 minutes, I hit 6 shots in one shot. This time, I thought I could hit 10 shots. Although I didn’t exceed my target score, I was still very happy. I will never forget my unforgettable experience. .5. Speaking of a photo of my home, it was when I was three years old. When my mother and father were on vacation, I came to the 525th Factory. At that time, my grandma lived there. It was a It's like a small town. I came not only to visit my grandma, but more importantly, I wanted to visit my old grandma. On this day, I had dinner at my grandma's house and followed the eldest aunt to her house. , my uncle turned out to be a serving soldier, so he had a military cap of the People's Liberation Army. I wore his military cap, just like a real soldier. At this time, I started to do various actions, singing, saluting, and giving instructions. At that time, I was like a comprehensive soldier. My parents were laughing and I laughed too. Whenever I saw this photo, I started to giggle. This incident became a part of my childhood. It is The source of my fun, but looking at the slightly yellowed photos, I feel a little sad. Time flies and these things last forever. 3. I always think of that graduation photo composition
I always think of that photo
Time flies by like water, and the memories of life are cut into pieces. Some of the photos are joyful, some are lonely, and some are yellowed. These faded memories evoke the eternal pain that has settled in my heart.
Returning to my mother’s hometown of Miao Village, when I entered the door, I was surrounded by the familiar smell of altar wood; looking around, I saw a large photo erected on the wall, which was the photo of my grandfather’s death. Although it is an independent photo of my grandfather, I can still feel that his majesty is still there, but there is a bit more intimacy. I remembered that my grandpa once took me into his green vegetable garden, took me to catch insects, taught me how to wash clothes, and spent quality time with me. Now, that vegetable garden is no longer bright and there is no one there anymore. Going to sort it out only makes me feel a little bit more lonely. It was supposed to be the busy harvest season, but not a single person passed by; the sky was supposed to be dotted with white clouds, but it also changed color, and the wind began to blow darkly; there should have been happy laughter, but now, there was only the north wind. Roaring, going crazy...
One year has passed, and the photos cannot resist the passage of time, gradually turning yellow and fading; grandpa's smile also slowly disappears in the mind; The house I was most familiar with became unfamiliar in an instant. If memory is like a video tape, then photos are framed individually so that people can remember them. Although there were many photos of my grandpa and I, they were all burned. As time passed, everyone forgot about that time, and only one photo was preserved.
Although an old photo has little use, it is a priceless treasure; any rare thing cannot be worth a piece of memoir.
Although they are old, every time I see them at different times and in different places, I have different feelings and emotions every time. I think: this is the charming part of old photos; although they cannot change the world, they can change a person. , making his life more exciting! 4. How to write an essay on memories of a photo
[Essay on memories of a photo]
Once, when I was helping my mother tidy up the utility room downstairs, I accidentally found a photo. , I picked up the photo, blew the dust on it, wiped it with my hand, and looked carefully, it turned out that it was a photo of me and a foreign child, a memory composition of a photo. At that time, I was only 7 years old. I went to Beijing with my parents. We went to a zoo. When we came out, I was fascinated by the sand pile at the door. I ran over and squatted next to the sand pile to play with the sand. While we were playing, another foreign little girl came over and played with me in the sand. She was from the Netherlands and was much shorter than me. She was 5 years old at the time. Her parents were studying at Peking University in China. I I nervously said to her: "Hello!" She looked at me and replied: "Hello!" In this way, we two got acquainted, so we happily played in the sand together, although the weather was very cold at that time. It was cold, but we had a lot of fun! In order to commemorate our first acquaintance, my mother took two or three photos of her and me, including the first time we played in the sand together, as a souvenir for us. To this day, a beautiful memory has been imprinted in my mind... 5. Please use "I will always think of that photo
I will always think of that photo
When I am bored, I accidentally I looked up and saw this exquisite and happy old photo - the only family photo. I was silent for a moment, carefully took it out from the bedside of the bedroom, and gently and slowly wiped away the dust with a ball of paper...
This photo is quite old. Regarding this matter, I have to recall a night five years ago...
"Just go and take a picture!" "My mother was trying to enlighten my introverted father who didn't want to take pictures. In the end, after a verbal argument from my eloquent mother and my hard pull, my father reluctantly agreed.
It only takes ten minutes to walk there. It is a large photo studio. After entering the store, there are more or less various styles of photos hanging on the surrounding walls, which makes me want to take a formal "family portrait" a little bit more impatient.
After a series of preparations: picking out clothes, dressing up, putting on makeup, etc., it was finally time to take the photo! But at this critical moment, the young and ignorant sister slipped up at the critical moment - to strangers! She was dazed and frightened due to the environment and the bright lighting. My sister was so frightened that she cried.
Everyone in our family, including the photographer, was like ants on a hot pot—heads full of anxiety. Sweating profusely. Everyone used wheel tactics to please the sobbing sister one by one. They gave them delicious snacks, cute dolls, and beautiful hairpins.
In the end, the sister managed to calm down. But the time has almost passed, so I took the photo quickly. My sister’s eyes were red from crying, making her look like a little white rabbit.
That’s it, the photo shoot is over, and the next step is to wait.
A few days later, our family came here again. But this time, my sister was no longer afraid of strangers and was no longer crying. In comparison, she looked quieter. A large, clear photo with a solid wood frame, the happiness of a family is frozen in this moment. 6. "I remembered it when I saw that photo" essay of 400 words
I remembered it when I saw that photo. Mom and Dad
On the wall of Mom and Dad’s bedroom, there is a photo of them standing side by side with a happy smile on their faces. It reminds me of an interesting thing that happened when I took this photo a few years ago.
It was an autumn holiday, and our family went to play in the beautiful Zizhuyuan Park. Dad was holding a digital camera. Take a photo, a photo there, and soon there will only be a few spare ones left.
I looked at my father and felt really envious. I thought how awesome I would be when I also learn to take photos!
At this time, my mother pointed to a scene and said: "The background here is so beautiful, let's take a photo!" Dad said: "Someone will come over in a while, please ask someone to take a photo!" "Don't bother. "Okay, let Jiang Zhen try it!" When I heard my mother's words, I felt excited and nervous. I couldn't help but think: What if the photo doesn't work well? Amid my father's encouragement of "Don't be afraid, take good pictures!", I picked up the camera.
Although the camera was already around my neck, my hands were still trembling with fear. I finally "aimed" my parents and pressed the button, but there was no "click" sound as my father said, and the flash didn't turn on. I took a few steps forward with the camera and said doubtfully: "What camera? Why is it not responding?" But before I finished speaking, I heard a "click" and took a close-up of my father's thigh. I stayed in place like a deflated rubber ball. cough! I really didn't press the button when I should have pressed it, and I pressed the button when I shouldn't have pressed it.
Dad hurriedly came over to comfort me and said: "It's okay. Next time you take pictures, you have to find the right button and push it harder, and then wait for a while before moving around." So I followed my dad's instructions and tried again. I "aimed" at them, held my hand steady and pressed the button hard, and with a crisp "click", my first successful work - a photo of my parents in the sunset was born. From then on, I couldn't stop. I usually looked for books on photography and read them. As long as the whole family went out to play, I would seize the opportunity to practice and practice basic skills. I became more and more interested in photography.
My photography skills are quite good now! There are several photo albums, but my favorite photo is still my debut photo - a photo of my parents in the sunset. I specifically asked for their permission to hang it at home. Every time I see this photo. I can't help but laugh out loud because it brings back wonderful memories of my childhood and allows me to relive the joy of my childhood. 7. A photo of my family. How to write an essay
In my childhood, there were many photos, but the one that impressed me most was the family portrait.
My father is doing business in Fuzhou and only comes back once or twice a month. Every time I come back, my cell phone is always ringing. Either someone is calling to discuss business, or they are going out to socialize in the evening. Dad is such a busy man!
On my sister’s first birthday, my father unexpectedly came back. Mom's smile is as beautiful as a blooming flower and as colorful as a rainbow. We booked a birthday party for my sister at the "Zhuangyuanlou Hotel". On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my aunt to take photos for us. Our family of four took photos of happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the four of us are not false, but every smile is so innocent! I also deliberately uploaded that photo to my QQ space photo album.
Year after year goes by so fast. My sister is already three years old. Whenever I see this photo, I will imagine the scene at that time and think of that happy time! 8. How to write a composition about a photo
1: In my photo album, there is a precious family photo.
Family photos must be very common to my classmates, but to me, they are extremely precious. This is the only one! My father is a busy man and often travels for business and is away from home. I miss all the full moon drinks and family gatherings. I occasionally have a meal at home, but that meal will definitely be very busy.
Because there is always a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, I feel like it would be quieter to eat when my dad is not at home.
Dad actually attended my grandpa’s sixtieth birthday party. But I thought it would be the same as eating at home, and that *** would haunt Dad like a ghost, but what was unexpected was: Dad turned off the phone.
At the banquet, my father, mother and I all smiled as beautifully as blooming flowers and as colorful as the rainbow. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandpa to take pictures of me. My family of three took pictures of happy and beautiful moments.
In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not false, but every smile is so innocent! I even took that photo to enlarge it. Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out the photo, that picture will appear in my mind, and I will feel that my father is by my side.
At this moment, I no longer think that *** is a ghost, but I feel that *** is so sweet and melodious, because he proved that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it! Two: Now, every time I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its spirit of moving forward without fear of difficulties. In my little photo album, there is a photo that means a lot to me.
That was taken at the place where the Red Army flew to capture the Luding Bridge. During the May Day holiday last year, our family was discussing where to travel. My father said, "How about we take a red tour this year! Let's go to Luding Bridge."
Let's go as soon as we can. Embark on a red journey. The scenery along the way is very beautiful, with high mountains and forests, shrouded in clouds and mist, and it feels like we are in a fairyland on earth.
After several hours of driving, I finally arrived at the Luding Bridge that I had longed for. Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Garze Prefecture, Sichuan. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary iron cable bridge over the Dadu River.
But after I listened to the tour guide’s introduction, I had a new understanding of Luding Bridge. It turned out that in order to stop the Red Army's Long March, the enemy tore down the wooden planks on the bridge and fired continuously with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here.
But they were not discouraged. Instead, they braved the enemy's bullets and crawled on the iron chain and achieved the final victory. I also wanted to go for a walk on the bridge, but as soon as I got to the bridge, the bridge began to shake. I quickly reached for the iron chain next to the bridge, and saw the rolling waves of the Dadu River under the bridge, which made me terrified.
Thinking about how difficult it was for the Red Army to capture Luding Bridge by flying, I have sincere admiration for them. Dad said: "Let's take a photo here to keep a small souvenir."
With a click, I left a photo on the Luding Bridge. Now, every time I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its spirit of marching forward without fear of difficulties.
Three: There is a very warm and harmonious family photo standing there prominently on my desk. It's still very new because that's what I cherish.
I was in elementary school at the time, and I only thought about holidays one-sidedly. Both parents are satisfied.
But this time was an exception. They had to go back to their hometown for something, and because I wanted to study, they couldn't take me back with them. A few days before departure, they asked my aunt to take care of me and bought me many things as if to please me.
I knew they were leaving, and I didn’t want to act like a scoundrel and pester them to leave. I just looked helpless. This is a relief to them.
Finally, there is only the last day left. They will leave tomorrow. This is the first time I have been separated from them for so long. "Shanshan, mom is leaving tomorrow. Is there anything else you need?" Mom asked in her softest voice.
"Mom, you are leaving. Can I have a photo?" I said, looking at her longingly. "Of course, what kind do you want?" Mom asked very tactfully.
"I want a photo of me, dad and you, a family photo!" I begged, holding my mother's hand and shaking it again and again. "Okay, you wait a moment.
I'll go look for it." After saying that, she stood up to leave.
"No!" I grabbed her and said, "I want what I had before, I want what I have now, today." My mother looked at me and said, "Okay, we will do it when dad comes back." Let's go, okay?" "Okay!" I nodded.
I took my parents’ hands and came to the photography studio. I was very excited to fulfill my wish there with my favorite parents.
The next day they left.
During the more than 20 days since they left, I don’t know how many nights I held it, thinking about my parents, and gradually fell asleep.
In my sleep, I dreamed about the days when I lived with them. Although it has been a long time, this photo is still my favorite.
It is the refuge of my soul and the comfort when I am lonely. 9. How about writing an essay with the title of a photo that reminds me of an unforgettable thing? An unforgettable thing as the title
In my photo album, there is a precious photo that was taken two years ago. This photo was taken the autumn before. The little boy in the photo looks particularly proud. He was wearing a pair of white travel shoes, a blue sweater on his upper body, and a pair of brown corduroy overalls on his lower body. He was chubby and looked particularly energetic. Who is this little boy? Haha, let me tell you, that’s me!
I remember that I was six years old. One fine morning, my mother and I went to see a children's painting and calligraphy exhibition. Because my works are on display there. My mother and I walked into the crowded exhibition hall. We were looking for my works while admiring the calligraphy hanging all around. Suddenly, my mother said: "Li Bin, look!" Following my mother's hand, I saw my work hanging high on the wall on the side of the exhibition hall. The four characters "erudite and elegant" are particularly eye-catching. I ran over in a hurry, feeling very excited. Because this work has condensed nearly a year of my hard work and sweat.
I am admiring my work in narcissism. Suddenly, an uncle holding a camera behind me asked me: "Kids, do you want to take a photo?" I quickly replied: "Yes." My mother agreed. I took my place in front of my work. I saw the light of the camera in front of me flash, and with a click, my uncle took a picture of me. I was so happy that I almost jumped up and couldn't wait to see my photo right away.
The next day, I got the photos back. In order to keep it well, I put it in my photo album and take it out from time to time to look at it. Why should I save this photo? Let me tell you: this photo is my pride and I want to keep it for a long time. I should always look at my proud appearance at that time, so that it will always inspire me to continue to study hard. At the same time, I also want my relatives and friends to see this photo, which is also an encouragement to me. Friend, are you right?
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