Sixth grade photo composition 1 Plant saplings, and you can harvest 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.
Sixth grade composition photo 2 photos of suffering
Every time I pick up this photo, my eyes get wet. This is a real photo taken by the reporter at Shanghai Railway Station on August 28th. 1937.
The noisy railway station was crowded with people. A little boy and his family were happily together, talking about how wonderful it was when there was no war. Suddenly, the bombs dropped by Japanese planes in the air fell like hail. The boy who was in his mother's warm arms was protected by his mother, but his parents were killed by a bomb. The boy wiped the tears from his face with his little black hand and shouted, "Mom-Dad, there you are!" " ! Don't leave me.-Aah! He cried, climbed to the ruins, picked up the rubbish with his little hands, and tried to find his family. ...
In a blink of an eye, the busy railway station was blown into ruins, leaving only a desolate place.
At this time, the dying people under the ruins slowly climbed out. Some people are missing an arm, some people have a broken leg, and some people groan in pain. ...
I often think, don't Japanese have children? Don't Japanese feel guilty? Are the Japanese so cruel? That's ridiculous! Not even as good as animals! Committed a heinous crime! The word "people" is for people with conscience, and the Japanese simply don't deserve this word!
China will never be defeated. Give up this "dream", Japanese! China is not weak at all, she is strong and will never decline!
"Young people are wise, so is the country ... Young people are rich, so is the country ..." The future of the motherland is in our hands. We must study hard and build our motherland into a prosperous and powerful modern country with our hands!
Third, open the yellowed photos, and the memories slowly emerge in my mind. I don't know when these memories were blurred, but these photos just helped me leave these memories.
This photo was taken by my grandmother in kindergarten with an old camera that can't be taken now. In the photo, I am dancing with a smile. Although I am all thumbs, I can see that I am really happy, as if I am the only one dancing around.
I still remember that it was Children's Day, and the white "cotton candy" in the blue sky made people want to take a bite. A few birds fly by from time to time, singing beautiful songs, as if heralding the joy of the festival. I stood at the window and looked at my parents downstairs, and my heart couldn't help pounding. I have been looking for a familiar figure-my grandmother. I thought she would come first, but I didn't see her. My hands are clutching the skirt horn, and my palms are already sweating. I'm afraid my grades are not good and my grandmother won't come to see me. In this way, I stood at the window, dull and confused.
"Come on, we're going to perform!" The teacher's phone call interrupted my train of thought. At that time, I thought that grandma might really not come. The birds in the air flew back and landed on the tree, without singing or playing, as if they were just watching our performance wholeheartedly.
Finally, I went downstairs. There are many parents calling their classmates' names, and some even cheering. I've been expecting that voice, but I can't hear it. I realized that grandma really didn't come. When the music started, we began to dance, but when I stood among my classmates, I was very nervous. I looked at the person in front, and I went to find her again. Suddenly, I saw it, I saw it, it was grandma, it was grandma, and I almost cried. I saw grandma panting, her forehead was covered with sweat, and she took pictures of me with an old camera in her hand. Immediately, my dance steps caught up with the rhythm, and I wanted my grandmother to see my performance and my best performance. The bird hasn't started singing yet, and it will also play music for me.
The performance ended successfully, and I also knew the reason why grandma was late. I almost cried when I heard the reason. It turned out that grandma asked me to take the camera home late.
The photos of my dancing will always exist in the photo album, and that unforgettable memory will always accompany me.
The fourth composition of the sixth grade photo came again on Friday. Every Friday, there will be our favorite class. This class is a small world full of laughter! The theme of this class is "drying my childhood photos".
Teacher Jia said: "Everyone has photos of his childhood. Today, let's take a look at our childhood photos! " Then, Mr. Jia turned on the projector, adjusted the angle and size, and officially started the class. The teacher took many photos from the plastic bag and put them on the projector one by one. Let's guess. We can always guess. It's amazing! The teacher also made it more difficult for us to look at clothes or a certain part of the body, but we still guessed it.
The one-minute short class passed, and the class was over soon, but we were still immersed in the fun of guessing photos. ...
Those photos were taken more than ten years ago, but in retrospect, my memory is vague. But I feel as if yesterday I was a child who couldn't walk, talk or wear clothes. Hehe, I can't help laughing when I think of my childhood stupidity. Time flies, now that we are all grown up and about to graduate, we should cherish time more! I've made up my mind that in 10, I will definitely come back and have a look at my alma mater again!
Sixth grade composition photo 5 Time passes slowly, time passes slowly. ...
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Whenever I am alone at home, I always like to look through one album after another, and every bit of our life will jump into my heart.
This is a photo of my father and I climbing the levee together. I was only about three or four years old at that time. In front of my father, I grabbed the crack in the levee with one hand. My father held me firmly with one hand, probably for fear that I would fall off the steep river bank. In the photo, my father and I are smiling happily at the camera. At that time, the face was so cute. At that time, my father was very young-handsome, with smooth skin and black hair. Today, my face is still fleshy and lovely, but there are more and more wrinkles on my father's face and less black hair on his head. In just a few years, it seems that I haven't grown up yet, but my father is getting older. Is it really time and tide wait for no man?
The second photo is a stills of "Dream Baby" organized by Education TV. I recite poems with my mother, who is my assistant. In the photo, my mother and I are both wearing blue dresses. I was standing on my mother's chest, an innocent girl. Four years passed quickly, and I was above my mother's shoulder. Although I still snuggle up to my mother every day and want to be a "little parasite" who will never grow up in her arms, I thought my mother would not be old, but what about her? Her tight skin is a little slack, her white hair is much more, and the time is always so unsatisfactory. How can we keep her youth?
There is also a family photo worth mentioning. All three of us are wearing ribbons. At that time, I was already in the sixth grade, and it was also the last prize I won in the experimental primary school-Qinyang Poetry Society. Looking back on my six-year study life in primary school, I got a lot of praise. What honor is not behind the silent efforts of parents? In the past six years, even though I was very busy at work, they were willing to help me sort out the information and coach me to meet the challenge. Days, days pass slowly, slowly, mom and dad, it is your little efforts that have made me who I am now!
Photos, recalling the past, recording the wonderful present will also present a brilliant future!
Once when I was cleaning my room, I accidentally turned to an album with the cover of "photos of my family".
It is covered with dust. I couldn't help but open it and saw a photo of my childhood. I smiled so brightly that I was still eating in my mouth ... Gee, this picture is so dirty, and it is covered with something like oil, which smells bad and was bitten by a mouse.
I threw this photo into the trash can without hesitation, but it floated out of the trash can again. I picked him up again and looked at him carefully. This is a photo I took with my elders when I was five years old. Grandpa hugged me and sat in the middle, next to my father, my mother, my third mother, my third uncle, Xue Nan's sister and my aunt ... Obviously, this is a family photo of our Xue family at that time, and it should be one for each family. At that time, I was the youngest child in my family. My grandfather hugged me and I smiled in his arms.
Seeing this photo, I can't help crying, ah, my good grandfather. I remembered an unexpected thing that happened one afternoon when I was seven years old. It was a sunny afternoon, the wind was smiling, and all the flowers and trees in the sun were smiling. I am very happy to jump rubber bands in the yard of the community. Suddenly my father told me to go home, but I still couldn't bear to go back. Father said angrily, "Hurry up, you've been playing all morning!" " "I went home sadly, as if I was not ready to cry. As soon as I entered the room, I saw my parents packing their bags and said that they would take me back to Cyclobalanopsis (a county town in Cyclobalanopsis Heilongjiang, which is my hometown). I asked them why. They said my grandmother would celebrate her 60th birthday, and I jumped for joy.
When I arrived in Cyclobalanopsis, I thought I would take it to my grandmother's house. My father took me to the hospital without saying anything. I looked at my father doubtfully and asked him why. Dad said angrily, "You are a hundred thousand, so you know why!" " "I was scared to cry.
Mother said angrily to her father, "What happened to the child?" ! Did the child annoy you? ! "I was scared to cry when I saw my parents angry.
We came to the hospital, entered a ward, and saw people crying around a hospital bed, where my grandfather was lying. Dad couldn't hide it from me, so he said to me, "Grandpa had a car accident and his life and death are uncertain."
I shouted, "Grandpa, get up quickly!" " Get up! I am yours, and your baby is happy! Lele wants to ride a big horse! "Looking at grandpa motionless, there is no sound at all. I cried all afternoon, but no one advised me. I didn't even eat ... I didn't start eating until grandpa woke up the next day. But grandpa is paraplegic.
Now, my grandfather takes a lot of medicine every day, and his legs hurt when it rains and blows. My third mother must rub it for him every day ... who can give me a healthy grandfather! My dream of going to Beijing with grandpa was shattered. Now my grandfather can't even leave the house. He sits in the house every day. ...
Thinking of this, I thought this family photo was precious, so I put this old photo in my pocket. I will keep it in mind carefully and wish grandpa a speedy recovery.
The seventh article of the sixth grade photo composition is about to graduate, so I want to take graduation photo as a souvenir. After the group photo, we took photos of three or four people. I, Ma Xinyu, Ma and Ma Zongtong took a group photo. In the photo, trees and flowers are behind us. Ma Hong Jie gripped my arm tightly. Just like chewing gum, I can't get rid of it. Suddenly, a pair of hands were put on my arm, which startled me. More interestingly, Ma Zongtong gave his hand as a rabbit ear to Ma Xinyu, but it was really fun to have rabbit ears.
The people here are my best friends, and my friends are also very kind to me. Although they sometimes quarrel, they make up in a few days. These friends of mine will help me solve my trouble. Ma Zongtong helped me solve the math problem. A math teacher has a high IQ and is good at math. Ma Xinyu is behind me. If I have a word I can't, I can ask her and she will tell me. But sometimes I tell myself I'm wrong and I have to look it up in the dictionary, but I still want to thank him. The horse is my good friend in the game. Although he sometimes loses his temper, he will soon disappear. I really like my friends.
I put that photo away carefully. In case I lose it, I will never forget that graduation photo.
On the bookshelf in my room, there is a picture of a little girl about 6 years old with a little childishness on her face. It was taken in Hangzhou Zoo in 20xx. In the photo, I am wearing a yellow coat, blue jeans and carrying a red bag. I am sitting by a pool with a serious face, and a black seal is beside me, covering my head with my mouth.
This photo is inconspicuous on the bookshelf. I can only see part of it behind a cup, but I will pay attention to this photo from time to time and hold it in my hand. The scene of my childhood will gradually become clear in my mind. ...
When I was a child, Hangzhou Zoo seemed to have a very magical attraction to me. It is not unusual for me to go there once every weekend. Going to the zoo used to be nothing more than running around all kinds of animal exhibition areas. If the time is right, you can go to the circus, but the experience of each trip is similar. The trip in this photo makes me remember it vividly and deeply.
Seven years ago, my father took me into the gate of Hangzhou Zoo. I'm still in high spirits. After watching the circus, I jumped over the seal pool and saw a large group of people there. I was curious, so I dragged my dad over.
I saw a little girl sitting by the swimming pool. There is a black seal next to her. The seal held her head with its mouth. The little girl smiled sweetly and compared it to scissorhands. Click, a photo came out. The little girl took the photo and left happily. Then, another child went up and took a photo, another one, another one. ...
"Dad, I want to go too …" I whispered, expecting to be rejected, but my father readily agreed.
It's my turn soon, and I'm inexplicably nervous. Why? Maybe it's because I've never taken a picture with a seal. My palms were a little sweaty, and my brain began to think: What if I was bitten by a seal? What if I fall into the water? If you think so, it is my turn. I walked to the pool with heavy steps, and I was very scared. At the moment when the seal put its mouth on my head, I obviously shook, but I was so proud that I had to put on a serious face in order not to be seen. There was only a click, and the photographer said "OK". I was relieved, exhaled and ran away, and my heart was much calmer. I brought the photos, and I saw that I was sitting solemnly, like a big leader, very dignified. I can't help laughing.
I stopped writing, turned to look at the photo that had turned slightly yellow on the reading shelf, and my mouth couldn't help but rise. ...