Whenever I open the photo album, I always see this photo at first sight: a chubby little boy with "watermelon taro" hairstyle, climbing the steps of Mangshan with both hands and feet, and his mother pushing him behind. Guess who that little boy is? That is me.
I remember one day in October last year, the autumn was crisp, the sky was like spotless glass, the clouds were soft and white, what a fine weather! Our family decided to go to Mangshan. At the foot of Mangshan Mountain, my father said the scenery on the mountain was good, so we set foot on the path up the mountain.
The mountain is very high, so there are many steps. I was out of breath before I reached the third step. At this time, I thought of a good way to save physical strength, that is, using both hands and feet. I landed on my hands and struggled to get up, with sweat as big as soybeans hanging on my forehead. Mom saw it and said, "Get up!" But I climbed up like I didn't hear you. My mother patted me on the back and said, "get up, get up quickly!" How dirty the ground is! " But I still couldn't get up. I looked up and said to my mother, "No matter how dirty the land is, how dirty it can be!" " This method saves labor, why not let me use it? Besides, as long as you can see the beautiful scenery, it is worth climbing. "In desperation, my mother had to give me a hand and push me forward in the back. Dad saw it, so he picked up the camera and heard a click, and this photo was born. After climbing for a long time, I finally reached the top of the mountain. My hands and feet were numb, but I finally saw the beautiful scenery. Green mountains overlap, as magnificent as the undulating sea. At this time, I finally understood the meaning of "but when you walk up a flight of stairs, you broaden your horizons by 300 miles".
I like this photo very much. Although I didn't become very handsome and didn't have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery, I still climbed so tenaciously. I want to keep this indomitable spirit. At the same time, I also realize that in the future, I will take more exercise to make myself strong. If I go to Mangshan again, I won't "climb" the stairs, but I have already run the stairs.
2. Please take "Photo" as the title, with a title of 350 words. Whenever I open the photo album, one of the photos always makes me laugh, and the scene of picking strawberries will emerge in front of my eyes: it was a sunny Saturday, and my mother, aunt and others took our three children to pick strawberries in the greenhouse in the suburbs.
When I came to the suburbs, I just felt different! While enjoying the scenery, I followed my mother to the destination. I saw white "arch bridges" built with shelves everywhere in the fields. "What's this for?" I asked curiously. This is a greenhouse! Mom replied.
Later, my mother picked up some pots and barrels, and a group of us took a middle-aged woman to a shed. The middle-aged woman opened the door of the "arch bridge", and our door opened with great interest.
Wow! No wonder strawberries came on the market so early. It turns out that the temperature inside is very high, and we are like in a big steamer. Looking around, I saw patches of green in the greenhouse neatly arranged from one to another.
Little red dot and white spots appear from time to time in the green bushes, and a path is left in every green bush. I took a closer look, and it turned out that the red ones were strawberries hidden in the green bushes, and the white ones were small flowers.
Mom came over and said, "Come and pick strawberries. Whoever picks strawberries in ten minutes is big and red, and whoever can't step on them will win! " "We agreed cheerfully and readily." Let's go "Mom commanded, the game began, and we began to go our separate ways.
I tell you, picking strawberries is not as simple as you think. First of all, you have to be sharp-eyed, find those big red strawberries hidden under the leaves, and then pinch them gently with your nails. Only in this way can you be reckless. If you are impatient, pull hard and those strawberries will suffer. Suddenly I found a big red strawberry. I'm surprised and happy. Just like discovering the new continent, I am afraid that others will get ahead of me. Just as I was about to pick it, I heard "Look here!" I just turned my head away, and I accidentally scratched my foot, sitting in the mud with one hand still holding strawberries, and this funny action happened to be permanently left by my mother's lens.
Look! My experience of picking strawberries is very interesting! This photo is its testimony.
3. A 300-word composition, entitled A photo Part I: My favorite photo.
I took a lot of photos, all of which were put in a delicate little photo album, and one of them was my favorite. Do you want to know the origin of this photo?
On my ninth birthday, my mother took me to a photo studio. I entered the room and began to dress up for me. When I finished dressing up and came out, the young man was still very energetic. Before coming to the camera, the uncle who took the photo asked me to pose, and it took me a long time to set it up. The uncle who took the photo flashed at me, and my eyes flashed for a long time. I feel a little annoyed. At this time, my mother said, "Don't worry, son, be patient!" Finally, my uncle said, "Good! All right! Freeze! " Just listen to "click" and take a photo. I can't wait to see this photo. I am so energetic in the photo!
This is my favorite of all my photos!
Chapter 2: One of my favorite photos.
In my home, there are many photos that record my growing experience. One of them is my favorite, which was taken when I was seven years old.
One day at noon, my parents discussed taking pictures of me. As soon as I heard the word "taking pictures", I was elated and kept up with my parents like lightning.
When I arrived at the studio, my uncle painted me as a handsome boy. I started taking pictures. I put on a handsome pose and stood in front of the background. Just then, I saw a white light, and I closed my eyes in horror. The uncle who took the photo said, "No, the photo is broken!" " "I don't know if I can start again, and I want to go home in frustration. The uncle who took the photo smiled and said, "Young man, I can start again!" " "I was so happy that I stood in front of the background again. I held back my eyes and finally took a photo. I am smiling in the photo, which is very nice.
From then on, I like taking pictures very much, and I'm not afraid anymore!
Chapter three: The story behind the photo.
On my desk, there is an ordinary photo. However, in my eyes, it is no longer a photo, but a beautiful scenery.
It's a cool autumn day. I went to the zoo with my friends and mother. In a short time, we ended our visit. Unconsciously, we walked into a meadow.
How green the grass is! This is a grassland. The grassland is also dotted with delicate and charming flowers. Like colorful gems. Turn "grassland" into a beautiful green world. At this time, my friend said happily, "We have never seen such a beautiful place. Let's take pictures as a souvenir! " "Say that finish, she quickly pulled me to a place full of green grass and flowers. I couldn't help making a gesture of "Ye" with my hand. Mother hurriedly pressed the shutter. "click"! Left this precious beauty.
Until now, I still haven't forgotten or discarded it, because it is an indelible memory of my childhood and a beautiful memory.
Chapter four: Inspiration from photos.
Every time I open the photo album and see my toddler photos, I will think of my first step in life.
Listen to your mother; I was just one week, four months old, and we went to menstruation's house to visit relatives. Mom and dad are chatting with my aunt, and I am playing with sheriff black cat's toys. At that time, I couldn't walk! Suddenly, my cousin's son Xiao Fei broke into the house and took my toys. I paused and whispered, "Give it to me, give it to me." But he is also a spoiled child and won't give it to me. I am in a hurry. I stood up and started walking. One step, two steps, the distance between us is getting closer. When mom and dad met, I was surprised at first, and then I took the first step in my life with ecstasy.
This photo inspires me that a person should be down-to-earth like a toddler, otherwise he will fall and fall. As long as he has the heart and puts it into action, miracles will happen.
Chapter 5: An ancient photo.
There is always a photo hanging in grandpa's room, which was taken before I was born. It has grandpa's kind smile, grandma's kind smile and aunt's lovely dimples. The photo is black and white, and only grandpa can understand it. Grandpa smiled and said to me, "In the past, my family was poor and had no money to go to school, but my grandfather's wish was only to take a family photo. So grandpa saved one point, two points and three points ... although he saved a lot, it was still not enough. Grandpa told his family to scrimp and save. Later, when he saved enough money to take a family photo, they took one. You see, there is a low earth wall behind, grandparents are sitting in front, dad is on the right, uncle is on the left and aunt is in the middle. Grandpa is very happy, you know? " Grandpa told me a lot. Until a summer vacation, I secretly saw grandpa crying at the photo. Seeing his sadness, I grabbed the photo and tried to tear it to pieces. Grandpa saw that I was going to tear it, and immediately shouted, "Qixia is farewell, which is my grandfather's wish for many years!" " There are precious and beautiful memories of grandpa in it. "It turned out that when Grandpa saw the photo, he would think of the happy time of the year and cried excitedly. After listening to these words, I paid more attention to every photo and learned a lot. A photo can hold many memories, some happy, some sad, some crying and some laughing. Please cherish every photo.
4. Please take "photos" as the topic, with a topic of 350 words. Whenever I open the photo album, one of the photos always makes me laugh, and the scene of picking strawberries will come into my eyes:
It was a sunny Saturday, and my mother, aunt and others took our three children to the greenhouse in the suburbs to pick strawberries. When I came to the suburbs, I just felt different! While enjoying the scenery, I followed my mother to the destination. I saw white "arch bridges" built with shelves everywhere in the fields. "What's this for?" I asked curiously. This is a greenhouse! Mom replied. Later, my mother picked up some pots and barrels, and a group of us took a middle-aged woman to a shed. The middle-aged woman opened the door of the "arch bridge", and our door opened with great interest.
Wow! No wonder strawberries came on the market so early. It turns out that the temperature inside is very high, and we are like in a big steamer. Looking around, I saw patches of green in the greenhouse neatly arranged from one to another. Little red dot and white spots appear from time to time in the green bushes, and a path is left in every green bush.
I took a closer look, and it turned out that the red ones were strawberries hidden in the green bushes, and the white ones were small flowers.
Mom came over and said, "Come and pick strawberries. Whoever picks strawberries in ten minutes is big and red, and whoever can't step on them will win! " "We agreed happily and readily.
"Go!" Mother gave the order, the game began, and we began to go our separate ways. I tell you, picking strawberries is not as simple as you think. First of all, you have to be sharp-eyed, find those big red strawberries hidden under the leaves, and then pinch them gently with your nails. Only in this way can you be reckless. If you are impatient, pull hard and those strawberries will suffer.
Suddenly I found a big red strawberry. I'm surprised and happy. Just like discovering the new continent, I am afraid that others will get ahead of me. Just as I was about to pick it, I heard "Look here!" I just turned my head away, and I accidentally scratched my foot, sitting in the mud with one hand still holding strawberries, and this funny action happened to be permanently left by my mother's lens.
Look! My experience of picking strawberries is very interesting! This photo is its witness!
5. Memories of a photo, with a photo as the topic and a 400-word composition.
A photo is a picture, and a photo is a wonderful story. There are many photos at home, some playing with classmates, some celebrating birthdays at home, and so on. One of them is the most beautiful! Every time I see this photo, the scene I took at that time clearly emerges in front of me.
This is the place I yearn for day and night; The sea is like blue satin, with no end in sight; Stars and white waves are like sparkling diamonds. Although I left the sea, it is an eternal memory in this photo.
The sea of that world is blue and beautiful. How blue it is! Even people who mix colors again may not be able to mix such pure colors. How beautiful the backwater is. It is like a fairy in a clear green tulle skirt, and its skirt corners are connected to the clouds on the horizon. The sun goes down in the west, but it still shines brightly. On the sea, the blue water was dyed orange by the sunset glow, and it seems that there are orange stars flashing on the waves; On the beach, the faces and arms of adults sunbathing and playful children are painted with a layer of golden yellow. Where the sea meets the sky, the red land is like a raging fire, so red! On the horizon, seagulls were also dyed golden. They fly freely, as if to show off their golden costumes. The sea is as magnificent as a palace. I seem to see mermaids singing and dancing in the palace.
6. Please write an exercise of about 400 words on the topic of "Photos". It has no gorgeous background and has not been processed by any computer art. This is the most common and realistic photo. The three grandparents and grandchildren in the photo are happily surrounded together. Do you want to look elsewhere after reading it? Look how happy they are!
The kind old man in the photo is my grandmother. She is very popular and very frugal. Grandma is very frugal with herself, but there is one thing in my heart that proves her generosity. Grandma's nursing home donated materials to the disaster area. Without saying anything, she donated all the new clothes that her mother bought for her that she didn't want to wear at ordinary times. I was surprised, but my grandmother said, "I am a retired national cadre." I can't wear so many clothes, and the people in the disaster area need it more. " My grandmother is famous for her frugality. She is very generous to me. Every winter, she personally chooses the finest satin fabric to make me a cotton-padded jacket, but she always wears that white cotton-padded jacket. You see, in the photo, I snuggled up in my grandma's arms in my new cotton-padded jacket made by grandma, and I smiled so sweetly! I will never forget that day. It was New Year's Day, when I was five years old. Because grandma doesn't like taking pictures, this is the only picture of me and her.
Last winter, grandma, who had been healthy, fell ill. On the day I entered the operating room, I was catching up with the exam. I heard my mother say: grandma entered the operating room with this photo and my note full of blessings in her hand. The doctor refused to bring anything else, and grandma refused to live or die. She said to the doctor, "This is my grandson. He is obedient and sensible! Children let me take this, he will accompany me, let me be brave and strong ... "The doctor relented. In this way, this photo accompanied grandma to finish the operation.
The last time I saw my grandmother, she was admitted to the intensive care unit after the operation. The doctor refused to let me in. I cried and said to menstruation, "Just let me go in and have a look. I just joined the Young Pioneers today, and it's good that my grandmother knows that I'm happy, otherwise I'll be distracted in class ... "So I went in and saw my grandmother so thin, full of pipes and so pale. When she saw me, she said with great difficulty, "Good grandson, study hard." I fought back my tears and saw this photo again at her bedside.
Later, I never saw my grandmother again, and I really missed her. However, no matter where I am, with this photo, I will not be lonely.
7. Write a narrative of more than 400 words for a photo. Every time I open the photo album, there are many photos. One of them is considered as "the apple of my eye". There is a little me snuggling in my parents' arms, smiling so sweetly. Just over one and a half years old, my parents took me to Penglai Park to take photos. I was very, very scared. My left hand clutched my mother's clothes tightly. It looks like I'm going to fall. I have a big red balloon in my right hand. My mother also drew a red beauty spot on my forehead, which set off the red flowers like green leaves. With it, I look more beautiful and lovely. When I started taking pictures, my father smiled from ear to ear. Mom's mouth is smiling like a newly opened peony flower. Me! I looked around, at a loss, and I didn't know I took a picture. Very real, very funny, very naughty. My uncle with a camera took this opportunity to take this precious photo. What a happy moment! What a happy life! I like it because it records the happy and sweet life of our family. There are many photos in my closet, but I only like one. This photo is like this. Last summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang to play. At nine o'clock the next morning, we arrived at Huangguoshu by car with great interest. We visited Tianxing Bridge first, and then came to the gate of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as I entered, there was a deafening rumble in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling. When I looked closer, I saw a lot of water mist flapping on my face, which was very cool. A closer look, a huge white curtain came into view, that is Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless drops of water splashing down. Under the sunshine, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls, shining with dazzling light. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a poem by Li Bai, a great poet, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days". Then we moved on, and in a short time, we came to the left side of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a black hole here. Oh! It turns out that this is the singing opera of Journey to the West-water curtain cave. So we went in. I walked for a while and then came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, engraved with three concave characters-water curtain cave. Later, I decided to take a photo here. I saw my uncle's camera click, which left a permanent memory for water curtain cave and me. I like this photo because I have seen it. I can clearly see Huangguoshu Waterfall in my mind. One of my favorite photos was taken with a Russian aunt in Zhelin Lake in Yongxiu this May 1 Golden Week, because it was the first time in my life that I took a photo with a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair. It was a sunny early summer, and I came to the beautiful scenery with nine people, including my father, uncle and aunt. Each island has its own characteristics. One of the attractions called "Crocodile Island" is very interesting. It is said that there are beautiful scenery, fresh air and many wonderful performances. It is said that there will be two Russian grandmothers performing on the stage on 10 in the morning, and our party can't wait to see it. After waiting for a long time, I finally got the wonderful performance of two tall Russian aunts, and only watched them sing and dance for a while. Win applause from the audience from time to time. I feasted my eyes and enjoyed this exotic national culture, and I couldn't help clapping my hands. After the performance, my father asked me to take a photo with my Russian aunt. I thought at that time: Will people be "stars" and take photos with our children? At the invitation of my father, I didn't expect a beautiful young Russian aunt to agree, but she walked out of the performance site very easygoing and took my hand. Came to a lush forest, smiled and leaned close to me, let me sit on her lap, and then let me hold a bottle of drink in my hand. Then she held my hand holding the bottle. Suddenly, I seemed to snuggle up in my mother's arms, so intoxicated and happy, with a gratified smile on my face. Click, this moment is fixed as eternity-"my favorite photo".