In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious. Just this one!
My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. There is no full moon wine, no family gathering, and occasionally I have a meal at home, but that meal will be very busy. Because there is always a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, when I feel that my father is not at home, it will be quieter to eat.
At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost like eating at home, but I didn't expect my father to turn off his phone. Dad, mom and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows at the party. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me. My family of three photographed happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the three of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I even enlarged that photo on purpose.
Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see a picture in my mind and feel my father by my side.
At this moment, I no longer feel that * * * is a ghost, but that * * * is so sweet, because he proved that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!
Two:
Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.
In my little photo album, there is a photo that means a lot to me. It was taken where the Red Army flew over the Luding Bridge.
Last May Day, our family was discussing where to travel. Dad said, "Why don't we go on a red tour this year?" ! Go to Luding Bridge. "Let's go, we embarked on a red journey. The scenery along the way is beautiful, with mountains, forests and clouds. It feels like a fairyland on earth. After a few hours' drive, I finally came to Luding Bridge, which I have been longing for for for for a long time.
Luding Bridge is located in Luding County, Ganzi Prefecture, Sichuan Province. At first glance, it's just an ordinary iron cable bridge on the Dadu River. But after listening to the introduction of the guide aunt, I have 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 boards on the bridge and kept shooting with machine guns. Many Red Army soldiers died here. But instead of being discouraged, they braved the enemy's bullets to crawl on the chain and won the final victory.
I want to walk on the bridge, too, but as soon as I get there, the bridge starts to shake. I quickly held the chain by the bridge and was shocked to see the rolling Dadu River water under the bridge. Considering how difficult it is for the Red Army to fly over Luding Bridge, I have a sincere admiration for them. Dad said, "Let's take a picture here as a souvenir." Click, I took a photo on the Luding Bridge.
Now, whenever I open the photo album and see this photo, it reminds me of the Red Army and its indomitable spirit.
Three:
There is a very warm and harmonious family photo on my desk. It's still new, because that's what I cherish. At that time, I was in primary school. For holidays, I just want to play unilaterally. Mom and dad are very satisfied. But this time is an exception. They have something to go back to their hometown, and because I have to study, they can't take me with them. A few days before departure, they asked me to take care of me during my period and bought me a lot of things as if to please me. I know they're leaving. I don't want to pester them like hooligans, but I look helpless. This is a relief for them. Finally, there is only one day left, and they will leave tomorrow. This is the first time I have been separated from them for so long. "Shanshan, mom is leaving tomorrow. Do you need anything else? " Mother asked in her softest voice. "Mom, you have to go. Can you give me a photo? " I said, looking at her wistfully. "Sure, which one do you want?" Mother asked politely. "I want a photo of me, my father and you. It's a family photo!" I held my mother's hand as if begging. "Well, you wait a moment. I'll look for it. " Then she got up and left. "no!" I grabbed her and said, "I want the old one, I want the present one, just today." Mom looked at me and said, "OK, we'll leave when Dad comes back, OK?" "good!" I nodded my head. I took my parents by the hand and came to the photo studio. I was so excited that I realized my wish there with my favorite parents. They left the next day. In more than twenty days after they left, I don't know how many nights, holding it, thinking about mom and dad, and gradually falling asleep. In my sleep, I dreamed of living with them. Although it has been a long time, this photo has always been my favorite. It is my soul and comfort when I am lonely.
2. photos of my family. How to write a composition in childhood? There are many photos, but the most impressive one is the family portrait.
Dad is doing business in Fuzhou and only comes back once or twice a month. My cell phone keeps ringing every time I come back. Either someone calls to talk about business, or I want to go out for dinner tonight. Dad is really a busy man!
On my sister's first birthday, my father came back. Mother smiled as beautiful as a blooming flower and as colorful as a rainbow. We booked a birthday party for my sister at Zhuangyuanlou Hotel. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my aunt to take pictures of us, and our family of four took pictures of happy moments and beautiful moments. In that photo, the smiles of the four of us are not fake, but every smile is so innocent! I also specially uploaded that photo to my QQ space photo album.
Time flies, year after year. My sister is three years old. Whenever I see this photo, I imagine the scene at that time and think of that happy time!
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.
4. Write a composition with "an old photo", about 500 words. In an instant, I changed from a little girl who loves to cry to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide crystal tears in the depths. In the process of growing up, is it just the passage of time?
Open the dusty photo album and let your thoughts flow inside. I finally understand that the most lost time is the song-like years of childhood.
Inadvertently, my eyes came into contact with this photo. For me, this is an extremely outstanding and precious old photo. In the photo, my sister and I reached out to the blue sky to meet the dazzling sliding fireworks.
Yes, it was the Spring Festival. Because of the need of dad's work, we have to leave our hometown and grandparents. When I was a child, I was very headstrong. At the thought of parting from my friends, I hid in the hut and cried. Even during the Spring Festival, I am not happy. Grandparents know that this will be their last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to enliven the family atmosphere, they encouraged their father to buy fireworks. Grandpa sang a Beijing opera that he hadn't sung for years.
I don't understand why the parting time is so lively.
My grandparents told me that my sister and I should strive to win honor for our family and give each of us a little poem.
Dad set off fireworks and watched the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I reached into the sky excitedly. At that moment, the camera left this eternal beautiful moment.
Just as we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood looking at us, just watching, and the silent air could not help but turn into snowflakes.
From the eyes of my family, I seem to see the warm current of love; That long ribbon of love; That rock-solid hope.
It is true that the years have passed like a song, but the true feelings and hopes buried since childhood still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the affectionate eyes will always be my motivation.
This hopeful photo not only records my smiling face when I was a child, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown.
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The story of old photos
In my spare time, I open the dusty photo album and let my thoughts wander in it. Inadvertently, my eyes touched a photo, a photo of Rizo carrying love-a big yard with red bricks and black tiles and love in the yard.
That's my grandparents' old house. This photo was taken the day before the yard was demolished. I couldn't help crying the moment I pressed the shutter. I remember everything there. I didn't give up everything I abandoned. ...
My big cousin C and I "Beibei, I want to be beaten! How dare you not listen to me? " I asked my cousin to help me look up the dictionary, but he wouldn't help me. Although he is only two years away from me, that's my brother. If he doesn't listen to me, he wants to fight with me!
"Take it, who is afraid of who!" I know he is afraid, because I always beat him to tears. Grandparents don't care, I should cry because of his figure and weight. Alas, I am older than him.
But this son of a bitch is sometimes disobedient, so I can only talk with my fists. Every time he fights with me, he cries in less than five minutes-bored-but laughs again after 15 seconds. And even if I beat him to tears every time, he always came to apologize to me afterwards, and then I "criticized" him in a very serious tone. Oh, being a boss has many advantages!
Me and my little cousin.
Little cousin-Xiaojie, the closest person he trusts is me, because since he was 2 years old, he has been exploiting all the toys I brought to grandma's house (including a bag and two pieces of paper inside).
"Waste collector, I'm coming!" This is my first sentence when I walked in the door.
"Sister, you bought me a toy!" As soon as my voice fell, my little cousin stood in front of me and rummaged through my bag. Every time he gets something, ginger is still spicy. When he fell asleep, I secretly took back the exploited goods. The next day, he will definitely ask me: "Sister, all my things are gone. Do you know where they are? " Ha ha! Of course I can handle it. "Either your cousin took it or the wolf stole it!" " "
"ah? ! "My little cousin always believes me, so Beibei is often beaten by my little cousin because of my words. Alas, it's bad luck to be attacked on both sides!
I am with my grandparents.
My favorite thing to play with grandpa is to hit the back of my hand. To be precise, playing with grandpa is my favorite thing, because grandpa's hands are always red after every game, but grandpa always refuses to give up and always wants to win back face by competing with me, but in the end he is always embarrassed. Speaking of which, he is really an "old urchin". While grandma encouraged me, she discouraged grandpa, because grandma always stood on the same front with me, so grandpa didn't understand-jealous!
These things are stored in that old yard, which has become the old yard of history and the dust under the fallen leaves.
Now-from the eyes of my family, I always see the warm river of love; That long string of love; That rock-solid hope.
It is true that the years have passed like songs, but the true feelings and hopes buried in that old photo still exist; Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, everything that is unwilling to throw away is eternal. ...
This happy photo not only bears the smiling faces of my family and me, but also bears the bright sky in the old yard. ...
How long has it been since a middle school student wrote a composition about an old photo and told a story about it? 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 take a close-up with a "click" of the camera. 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.
6. My favorite photo, what is my favorite photo for writing a composition?
I took many photos, including happy birthday photos.
Movies, beautiful travel photos, and family * * *
Family photos taken together ... among them, my favorite is.
On May 1 this year, my father and I were in Xuanwu, Nanjing.
I took photos when I was playing in the lake park.
Look, how proud I am in this photo! steamed bread of corn
Wearing a red sun hat, wearing a gray sportswear, holding hands.
A piece engraved with four vigorous and powerful "Xuanwu Dawn"
The boulder behind me with big characters is famous all over the world.
Xuanwu Lake. The lake is clear and free of any impurities.
Things; The bottom of the lake is clear and the water is constantly blown by the wind.
Slapping on the shore of the lake, occasionally someone throws a stone into the lake.
Son, aroused a series of water lines, seems to be a..
There is no bronze mirror to wipe the surface. The boat is sailing on the lake.
Original boats, double-decker yachts, cosmic flying saucers and so on.
Water transportation can make people enjoy the mystery to their heart's content.
The scenery in Wuhu feels very interesting. Zijin in the distance
The mountain is particularly magical under the hazy mist.
Secret and cute. I was intoxicated by the picturesque scenery in the photo.
I can't tell you how happy I am in the mountains and rivers
Yes! I can feel it in my sweet smile.
I am so happy and happy. Use "cut"
Cha "I smiled happily, picturesque.
Mountains and rivers will always be treasured in my photos.
This photo is my favorite. It not only shows the ancestors.
China's great rivers and mountains have also made me understand that as a new century,
Teenagers should study hard and grow up to be great ancestors.
China is building a better country!
7. Composition: "One ()" is 600 words, which is my favorite photo.
There are many photos at home, but I only like one in particular. That's graduation photo that I took with my classmates and teachers when I attended the summer art training class in kindergarten. I have always kept it well.
There are more than twenty children in our training class, all of whom are very clever, but the teacher likes me very much because I study hard.
The two in the last row of the photo are our teachers. Male surname Luo. At that time, he was still studying in the Fine Arts Department of Southwest Normal University. He taught us to sketch. The woman's surname is Mi, who teaches us crayon drawing.
When I first arrived at the training class, I was poor at drawing, but Miss Mi kept teaching me by hand. Under her patient guidance, my painting has made great progress, and I like painting more. I usually paint whenever I have time. When I was in the big class, my paintings Song of Autumn and Story of Spring were also published in Quxian Daily.
Now whenever I don't want to draw, I always think of this photo and my teacher. I will try my best.
A photo of Zhang Zhengui.
One day, when I was tidying up my old house, I suddenly found a yellow photo of my childhood. The photo shows a little girl holding Wahaha, with tears on her face, but grinning. I told my mother, who smiled and told me a story.
According to my mother, when I was about 1 half, I still couldn't walk steadily. My parents tried many ways to do this, but they didn't succeed. Later, my parents found that I was particularly addicted to Wahaha, a children's drink, and often drank two or three bottles at a time, so they decided to use it as bait to lure me away.
One day, my parents took me into the living room, waved Wahaha in front of me and hung it on the kitchen door. Seeing Wahaha, I was in high spirits and cried for a drink. However, I didn't expect that my father gestured and told me in a language I didn't quite understand: "If you want to drink, get it yourself!"
I was so wronged that I looked at my mother and she ignored me. Helpless, because I couldn't resist the temptation of Wahaha, I had to move my calf carefully and walk towards Wahaha step by step.
Seeing that it was coming, I fell down with joy and tears fell down. My mother was very distressed and wanted to help me, but my father stopped her and said to let me get up by myself. I restrained my emotions, struggled to get up, and finally stumbled towards Wahaha.
I drank Wahaha contentedly, tears were visible on my face, but I smiled happily. ...
I'm glad to hear that my parents can finally walk. I thought it was memorable, so I fixed this unforgettable moment and preserved it to this day.
Although it has been a long time, I still feel proud to see this photo today. At that moment I felt happy and proud of my courage!
8. Use this photo to write a 400-word composition photo and record a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo contains an emotion.
Mom was sorting out photos on the computer, so I leaned in and took a look. One of the photos, on the beautiful prairie, I smiled brightly. ...
I remember when I was six years old, my mother took me to play on the Inner Mongolia prairie.
As soon as you get off the bus, you can smell the fragrance of the soil. The grass is tender, all green from bottom to top, and there is no movement. Scattered sheep are like white flowers embedded in a green ocean. The sky here is exceptionally blue, simple and calm. The idle clouds are faint and leisurely, changing various postures and enjoying the beautiful scenery of the grassland. And all this, through the dawn of life, through the moisture of morning rain, seems so fresh and quiet. Looking pleasing to the eye, there are many white mushroom-shaped yurts, and there are several horses grazing leisurely next to them. They are attracted by the scent of wild flowers from time to time, as if they have a special nostalgia for it. I was almost drunk and wanted to run, for fear of ruining the tranquility of this picture; I want to shout, but I'm afraid of disturbing the peace of this picture. I had to lie quietly on the grass and giggle at the blue sky ... at this moment, my mother took out her camera and took this unforgettable moment.
This photo took my childhood and the beautiful rivers and mountains of my motherland.
9. Composition about a photo 330 words 1, a family photo that I haven't seen for a long time. As soon as I opened it, the first photo attracted me. I saw that I was walking in the snow and pointed out the thickness of the snow with my hand. Looking at it reminded me of that snow again.
It was a heavy snow in 2008, when I was only six years old. Maybe it's because I've never seen such heavy snow before. I still remember it clearly. It seems that the snow has been drifting since the afternoon. The next morning, I opened the curtains and saw the goose feather-like snow falling outside. The ground is already white. From a distance, houses and trees seem to have turned into snowdrifts, and even the busy roads at ordinary times suddenly become unusually calm. I walked out of the house curiously. Unexpectedly, I almost couldn't pull it out when I stepped on it. I was shocked at that time. How can it snow so heavily and so thick? At this time, the next-door neighbor came out with a snow shovel. Soon, a thin path was shoveled in front of our door. When I was walking excitedly in the middle and measuring the thickness of snow by hand, my mother came running, and bang, this photo was born.
I like the moment when this photo is frozen. It is precisely because of these moments that I have good memories today and remind me of the beautiful snow scene again. 2. A family portrait Whenever I open a thick photo album, photos recording my growth will appear in front of me, and they will always remind me of infinite memories.
Among many photos, my favorite is the one sitting in a walker when I was a child. When I was a child, I looked dignified, strong and fat.
I'm not good at walking in the photo. I was sitting in a walker with a bowl in my hand, and I quickly slipped into the yard. I turned my head and smiled proudly at my mother. I looked like I was going to win, as if to say, "Haha, I ran fast enough to catch up with me." Every time I look at this photo, I always smile at the same time. My mother said that this photo was taken when I was over one year old. At that time, I just learned to walk with a walker. I always walked around the yard happily.
My mother was about to let me eat. I crept up to my mother naughty and grabbed a bowl. My mother turned to get the bowl in my hand, and I ran outside in the walker so fast that my mother didn't react at once. "Ha ha" I smiled proudly at my mother. At this time, my father just came out and saw this scene. He took out his camera, pressed the shutter and left me this photo.
I like this photo, which records my growth and is a good memory of my happy childhood. A photo of my family has a very precious photo in my photo album. A little boy was sitting on the kang, covered with a red quilt.
He looks like a little girl, wearing a red coat and a red and yellow hat. His face is as red as a big apple. This little boy is me. This photo was taken when I was one year old, and it was also the first photo when I was a child. My mother likes this photo very much and often tells me stories about it.
When I was very young, my mother left me at home for my grandmother to take care of, while my mother worked in Fuping, far from home. My first birthday is coming soon, and my mother said early that she would come back for my birthday.
But at the end of the day, Mom's colleague has something to ask for leave at home and has too much work.
Therefore, the leader did not ask for leave from his mother. Mom is very sad.
I called back to tell my family that she couldn't come back, but she missed me so much. I hope I can take a picture of me and send it to her.
So grandpa borrowed a camera from a neighbor's house, let me sit on the kang, took some photos for me, picked the best one, developed it in the street and mailed it to my mother. Since I had the photo, my mother took it out when she missed me.
Until my mother picked me up when I was three years old. Now my mother still likes to look at this photo and often tells me about it.
So I also like this photo, which contains my mother's love for me. 4. A family portrait Whenever I see a photo of my brother and I riding a roller coaster, I will think of the past when I went to Yuji Park.
I remember it was winter vacation, and my brother and Sangunai went to Yuji Park. I have played roller coasters, pirate ships and target shooting.
I was nervous when I was playing the roller coaster, but my brother was not nervous at all. I sat in the front and my brother sat in the back.
It was slow at first, and I was happy. I think the roller coaster is too slow. Suddenly, the roller coaster rushed forward and scared me.
Then I came to the corner. As soon as I turned the corner, I was so scared that I panicked and shouted. Before I recovered, my brother took me to play pirate ship again.
I was nervous when playing pirate ship, but my brother was not nervous at all. At first, I didn't fly high, but gradually I got higher and higher. I felt very uncomfortable when I reached the highest level. 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 deciding never to take a pirate ship again.
After a short rest, I played another project by myself-shooting. I got in the car and started shooting. I fired a shot at once and it lasted for three minutes. I shot six times at a time. This time, I thought I could take 10 photos. Although I didn't overfulfil my goal, I was still very happy.
I will never forget that unforgettable experience. Speaking of a photo of my family, it was when I was three years old. On the day of my parents' holiday, I came to the 525 factory. At that time, my grandmother lived there. It's a place like a small town. I came not only to visit my grandmother, but more importantly, I want to visit my elderly grandmother.
On this day, I had dinner at my grandmother's house and came to her house with my aunt. My great-grandfather used to be a soldier, so he had a liberation army hat. I wore his hat, just like a real soldier. At this time, I began to do all kinds of actions, singing, saluting and conducting. At this time, I am like an all-round warrior. Mom and dad laughed at the side, and I laughed with them. Every time I see this photo, I just giggle, which has become one of my childhood.