Memories of a photo composition 500 words Sixth grade 1 When my mother and I were tidying up the room, I found a photo of a trip to Long Island in 20xx by chance. It not only tells a journey, but also records my first experience by boat.
It was on a hot summer day, and my father told me that I was going to take a two-day trip to Long Island. I was very excited. When I got home, I immediately packed my bags and waited for the day of departure.
Finally set off! My father and I got on the bus and watched the scenery while chatting. We arrived at Penglai Pier unconsciously.
I came to the dock and got on a passenger ship. This is my first time to take a boat. I was nervous and curious, so I hurried on the boat with my father. I sat down on the boat, and I found that the cabin was just like the carriage of a train, and it was divided into two rows, left and right. Each row could hold 12 people, and one row * * * had 18 people. It turned out that this boat could hold more than 200 people! I also found the difference between a passenger ship and a train. There are many swimming rings hanging around the cabin. My father told me it was a life buoy.
The ship is moving! We listened to the guide introduce Long Island while taking a boat. Listen to the tour guide and say, "Long Island is a chain-shaped archipelago consisting of 12 islands. We're going to stay in a hotel there ... ". I found all the windows closed. "Why are the windows closed?" I opened a window, and a sea breeze came on my face, and the sea water rushed to my face. I immediately closed the window, although it was summer, but the sea was still cold on my face.
When we arrived at Long Island Pier, we took a bus to the hotel, where we had a nice dinner. Today was my first time to take a boat. I was very excited, but I was so tired that I fell asleep after lying down.
Looking at this photo, everyone's face is full of smiles, and I can't help but think back to Children's Day that year.
On that day, everyone's face was filled with smiling faces. Outside the classroom, on the playground, students are playing games happily; In the classroom, the walls are covered with cartoon pictures. Some people are discussing what to do on this special day, while others are preparing their own carefully prepared programs. I'm no exception. For this program, I took out an extremely spirit.
Finally, the long-awaited program began.
One by one, the programs that make people applaud have passed. It's finally our turn to perform Little Red Riding Hood. We went on stage with a nervous mood. I don't know why the tension on the stage was diluted, only the wonderful performance was left. In the end, as a hunter, I threw the wolf into the well. Then the applause rang again. We succeeded, even for those three seconds of applause.
Finally, the teacher came on stage. She also took a piece of paper in her hand, full of riddles. The teacher said, "As long as you answer these riddles correctly, there will be candy to eat." Then he pointed to a big bag of candy next to him. The following myths said by the teacher were all solved by the students one by one. To the last question, the teacher said; "What is the longest car?" "I know! I know! " I said excitedly. The teacher said, "Then you say it." I couldn't hold back the excitement in my heart and couldn't wait to say, "It's a traffic jam!" The teacher said, "You got it right. Here's your candy. Take it." I walked up and looked at the envious eyes of my classmates and solemnly accepted the candy.
Then, the teacher took pictures for us. At the moment when the teacher said "eggplant", all I saw was a smile.
I looked at the smiling faces and remembered the happy moment. I told myself to remember this happy moment and keep it in my heart for the rest of my life.
Memories of a photo composition 500 words The afterglow of the sunset spilled down in Grade 6.
Golden light shines on the earth.
In the evening, I rummaged through my bookcase. I only wanted to find a book, but I accidentally found a box and opened it to see the photos of my childhood trip with my father.
Time has passed too long, I can't remember how old I am, but the picture looks like I should be three or four years old at that time. I remember my father took me to the playground during the holiday. At that time, because I was young, I couldn't participate in many projects, so I had to let my father accompany me to play children's projects, but my father kept smiling and didn't complain.
But an episode happened in the middle of it. It should be because the weather was too hot and my clothes were soaked with sweat, so I had a fever at that time. Dad soon noticed, so he immediately picked me up and walked out of the playground to look for a clinic. It was hot summer, and soon my father's shirt was soaked. After arriving at the clinic, my father's blue shirt had already changed color, and he himself was panting.
At first, I thought the trip would end hastily, but my father woke me up early the next day and took me to the amusement park again. I clearly remember him saying, "Let's go and see the most wonderful performance together." I came to the theater of the amusement park. It was already crowded with people, and the ticket booth was crowded with people. But my father took out the ticket directly and took me into the theater. Looking back now, my father must have stood in line to buy that ticket very early. On that day, I always held my father's hand and enjoyed the "most wonderful performance".
The faint moonlight shines on the ground, which is peaceful and comfortable.
I suddenly found that my palm was soaked with sweat. I flicked the dust off the photo and put it back in the box. Let him stay with me all the time.
I sat on my father's knee and watched the performance, holding his hand, and the warmth of his palm was always with me, just like this photo.
The photo of dust sealing at the bottom of the cabinet is always with me, which makes me feel at ease.
In the quiet night, I quietly fell asleep.
Rippling in the arms of dreams, warm and comfortable.
Memories of a photo composition 500 words Six grades 4 ticking … ticking … ticking … the clock keeps turning, and my life is moving forward.
In my bookcase, there is a thick photo album. The photo album records my growing process from childhood to adulthood. Take it out, and I'll read it carefully. "Stop", suddenly the time was fixed on that photo ... In retrospect, it was in Yingze Park. At that time, I was only 5 years old, and my parents took me to the park to play. The park was particularly beautiful, and I was quickly attracted by a large grassland in front of me. It was beautiful! Like a big green carpet. I stood by the lawn and looked around. People were taking pictures. At this time, there was a couple. My uncle asked my aunt to stand in the middle of the lawn and make various postures. My uncle took one photo after another.
When they were ready to leave, a little girl who had never met them stopped them and said, "Uncle and aunt, you should say sorry to the grass on the ground." The couple glanced at her dismissively and turned their heads to leave. But the girl stopped them and said sternly, "grass is alive, don't you know?" Why trample on the lawn! " At this time, more and more people are watching, and everyone has a common voice: trampling on the lawn and not protecting the green, shame! Uncle whispered a little embarrassed, "We are not right. We must pay attention in the future." Admitting the mistake, they left.
At this time, my father asked me to take a photo with my little sister. Seeing her smile in the photo now is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.
I have been staring at this photo, and I smiled, because it is a lovely and amiable photo that I grew up with the most education, and I will keep it well.
Memories of a photo composition 500 words sixth grade 5 One morning, I got up and found a photo on the bedside, with me and some friends on it. I'm wearing a white shirt, but my face is as black as carbon. Behind me is a big pagoda tree with a small stove made of stones.
Ah! This is a photo taken in my hometown last year! The picture shows me and some friends. Why is there a stove? We have to start there. That time, when I went back to my hometown, I found that there were many sweet potatoes at home, so I found my friends and prepared to bake them. We split up, some looking for stones, some looking for firewood and dead leaves. I went to wash the sweet potatoes, and when the sweet potatoes were dried, the stove was set up and the firewood was found. So I put in six sweet potatoes at once, but it just smoked, but I didn't see the fire. I squatted on the ground, held my breath, and blew at the stove. The smoke made me cough, and my eyes couldn't open, so I had to run to one side and drink a few mouthfuls.
When everything is finished, we can wait for the "chef" to roast the sweet potato. After we put the last pile of firewood in, we ran to the side and played games. After about an hour, I don't know who shouted: "The sweet potato is ripe!" " Everyone dispersed in a hubbub and rushed to the stove. The skin of the sweet potato was slightly black. I picked up one, peeled it off, and rushed into my nostrils. The golden pulp was very attractive and I didn't know who shouted: "Ah! There is a bug. " Everyone laughed from ear to ear. And my face is blackened by smoke.
"Ha ha." I laughed again. I really left in a hurry in the past, so I miss that time. But time is gone forever, please cherish your time and don't waste it. I will keep this photo forever, because it is a testimony of my good memories.
Memories of a photo composition 500 words There are many corners that I deeply miss in the 6-year-old campus.
Sitting in front of the computer, I was holding a red mouse in my hand, and my right index finger kept clicking, looking at the photos in the folder. Suddenly, my heart moved and my fingers stopped. The screen shows my good friend and I holding our indoor slippers and grinning happily at the camera on the day of the school-leaving ceremony in the last semester of Grade Three ...
On the day of the ceremony, everyone's faces were beaming with smiles, and their corners of the mouth rose greatly. They all discussed the travel plans for the winter vacation, with textbooks in their hands, but their minds had already flown far away. All the teachers and students in the school went to watch the softball game. Because of the sun, our cheeks were red and we couldn't resist the hot heart, so we ran back to the classroom to chat and chat. Some people wanted to go to the toilet, and everyone rushed to the toilet like watching the fun, but forgot to change their shoes.
On the way back, I met the class teacher. The class teacher's face was ugly, and ours was not much better. His face gradually turned from red to white, and he was talking about a feeling of anxiety. The head teacher asked us to hold our hands with slippers high, but we didn't understand what it meant, but we could only do it obediently. I don't know when, the class director has an extra camera in his hand to take this historic moment.
At every stage of life, there are many unforgettable pictures. When I was in junior high school, I was playing exciting and stupid games, longing for that happy, I don't know where the motivation came from, which drove us to do these things. Perhaps it was "people don't be frivolous and waste teenagers". These classic pictures were deeply rooted in my heart.
After reading this photo, the surging emotions in my heart reappeared, and I missed all kinds of excitement in the past, wandering between fun and danger, which made my heart unable to calm down for a long time. Open instant messaging, find all the friends in the photos, and relive that unforgettable moment together, because I hope that the good times will stay for us forever.
Memories of a photo, 500 words, grade 6, grade 7, look! How happy the little girl in this photo is! She is enjoying herself. Looking at this photo on the ceramic jar, my thoughts flew to my fascinating hometown-Longmen.
In our Longmen, the most famous is the Longmen Bathroom in my hometown. I remember when I was young, my parents often took me there to play. Every time I go, I look very happy, as if I have found a treasure.
Walking into the Longmen Bathroom, I saw two long ladders arranged on both sides, and the holly trees with dense branches and leaves were on both sides of the stairs, like its guards. When we climbed the stairs, a ticket hall appeared in front of us. Through the hall, standing on the tidal platform and looking into the distance, the sea is exceptionally wide and blue, and it seems that you can see the bottom of the sea.
Nearby, a golden beach is embedded by the sea, and many people are building castles, painting, digging puddles and doing various recreational activities on the beach. Seeing such a lively scene, I couldn't help taking off my shoes and running barefoot to the beach. Ah, the feeling of just stepping on it is soft, soft and comfortable.
I'm tired of playing with sand, and I can't wait to run to the beach, open my arms and close my eyes. A breeze blows, like a pair of gentle hands, across my face. The waves beat against the rocks, making a magnificent sound, as if playing beautiful music. Only heard a "click" behind, this precious photo was taken.
Whenever I see this photo, it seems that I have once again come to the seaside in person, and that scene will emerge involuntarily. I can't help calling out: beautiful, my hometown!
Memories of a photo composition 500 words Grade 6 Grade 8 Growing up, my parents took many photos for me, and now they are all filled with two photo albums! Among so many photos, which one I like best is the one that I went to the stream with my father to catch small fish.
That summer, my father took me to a stream near my grandmother's house to catch small fish. As soon as I arrived at the stream, I couldn't wait to roll up trouser legs and sleeves and walk into the stream carefully. As soon as I stepped into the stream, many small fish came around, as if they were interested in me, a giant in their eyes. I seized the opportunity and immediately reached for it, but the clever little fish didn't buy my account and swam away like an arrow leaving the string. I was so depressed that I turned to see my father. I saw that my father's hand was stretched out and retracted, and the fish was easy to catch. I wonder: why can't I catch it, but my father catches it at once? So, I went over and asked my father why. My father said to me, "Son, catching fish is a skill. First, you have to find the right target, then walk slowly towards it with light steps, and finally reach into the water with lightning speed." In this way, you won't worry about not catching fish. " After listening to my father's words, I suddenly realized and acted again. I walked slowly to a fish according to my father's words, and then reached for it at lightning speed. "I caught it, I caught it." My cheers attracted the attention of my father who was resting on the shore. After seeing it, my father took out his mobile phone and turned this moment into an eternal memory.
Although it has been a long time, I will think of it as long as I see this photo.
Memories of a photo composition 500 words sixth grade 9 material treasures, giving people a sense of practicality, spiritual treasures, giving people a sense of sweetness and beauty. Beautiful, can be treasured, the warmest, precious is the memory, the most unforgettable treasure ...
It was a simple and nostalgic photo. When I was in the fourth grade, we took a family photo together. My father was not as tall as my mother, just a head short, which made many people say: My father is short, but I don't think so. My father's heart is very kind, and I miss my father a little. My father died early. I wonder in my heart every night why he left me so early ... Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and I will. Dad, I miss you so much ...
Seeing us in the photo, hand in hand under the maple tree, laughing so naturally, without restraint, laughing so sweetly that our hearts are full of joy! Under the irradiation of the setting sun, a blush appeared on my face!
Time is gone forever, but good memories are worth remembering for a lifetime! The golden childhood is the same! Indeed, the carefree and naive childhood has stained my childhood with a golden color that can never be erased! Let's taste it forever ...
A photo is a painting, and a photo is a wonderful story. There are many photos in my family, some of which are fun with my classmates, some of which are for birthdays at home, and so on. One of them is the most beautiful! Every time I see this photo, the scene of taking pictures at that time clearly emerges in front of my eyes.
I want to treasure this photo for countless years, and I want to report this photo until it turns yellow. Rotten. In this way, I will have a better impression of my father. Better ...
Memories of a photo composition 500 words sixth grade 10 Looking through my childhood photo album, I suddenly stopped looking through a photo, and I laughed from time to time. It turned out that that photo was the one thing that left the deepest impression on me in my childhood! There are two people playing by the pond in that photo. One of them is me, and the other is a good partner who always plays with me. (Use narrative techniques to evoke memories and explain the characters. )
We were enjoying the scenery around by the pond. I said, "After staying here for so long, I found the scenery here so beautiful for the first time, and the green color flowed everywhere, which made me intoxicated." The little friend said, "Yes, yes, there are beautiful butterflies and beautiful flowers everywhere. Let's play games!" " (environmental description, paving the way for the following. ) I asked puzzled: "What game?" The little friend said, "Let's catch butterflies! Whoever catches ten butterflies first wins. " I said happily, "OK, I'll count'1,2, 3' and start catching butterflies. ‘ 1——2——3’。” We started catching butterflies. The two of us ran around and our little friend almost fell into the pond. I saw a colorful butterfly flying above the pond. I didn't care about anything. It seemed that the surface of the pond was regarded as land. I jumped above the pond and caught the beautiful butterfly. I was secretly pleased with myself. I suddenly reacted and shouted "Help". Before anyone could save me, I fell into the pond. (The detailed description here vividly describes the consequences of concentrating on games in childhood. My partner heard the sound of me falling into the pond and immediately ran to a big house. The adults immediately ran to the pond and jumped into the pond to save me. When I woke up, my head was dizzy and I took white wine as plain water.
This is the most unforgettable thing in my childhood. Please write down your most unforgettable thing and share it with me!
Memories of a photo composition 500 words sixth grade 1 1 In an album, there are many photos, and one photo contains a warm memory, which makes life better. -Inscription
One day, I was idle and took out an album that looked very contemporary from a dusty book shelf.
When I opened the first page, I saw a little child, a little girl with a fleshy face, big eyes and thin arms and legs, watching TV, holding a pack of shrimp slices in her hand. Although she ate it with seemingly relish, her eyes were always fixed on the TV playing Pleasant Goat and Big Big Big Wolf, which can be completely described as "staring".
Turning over several pages in a row, I saw a wonderful photo.
A little girl was sitting beside a fallen bike crying, which reminded me of that time.
When I was five years old, I learned to ride a bicycle. After all, I was "youthful". I fell several times without shouting pain. I also clamored for my father to remove the auxiliary wheel of the bicycle, crying and making noise. Under thousands of demands, the "follower" who stopped me from playing is gone. In my heart, it's called Huan, jumping around the bike with joy.
Maybe I was too happy at that time. I learned the riding method in the test ride and proudly showed it off to my father.
I also challenged my father to try to turn a corner.
I slammed on the pedal and was about to turn the faucet to the right, but I was "upset" because of my excessive pride. My bicycle seat fell down and I fell directly to the ground.
Just now, the momentum was gone, like a Chinese cabbage, and I cried with an instant wow.
I still feel very funny when I recall this scene, and I almost laughed out loud.
But I thought about it again, the past has passed, and a new day will come. Life is only yesterday, today and tomorrow. Only by grasping today can you have a better tomorrow and a better yesterday, and even a stupid bird will learn to fly one day!
That photo album lies quietly in the cupboard where I collect precious things. After all, this is my memory. Memories make my life better and more fulfilling.
Memories of a photo composition 500 words sixth grade 12 It was raining outside the window, blurring the glass window. Inadvertently dig out a photo from the cupboard, and see the light in the memory that has been blocked for many years.
It was a photo of my childhood, in which my little friend and I were holding hands, and the other hand was pulled into a heart. In the warm sunshine, we smiled, and with a click, your innocent and lovely smile remained in the photo forever and became the last memory. I still remember clearly that when we were near middle school, we were going our separate ways. Maybe we took a photo when we met for the last time as a souvenir.
What I remember vividly is the scene of chasing dandelions in autumn, and my thoughts are back to those sunny days. We danced and shouted, held hands, and laughed and played games together. We galloped on the playground, chasing dandelions. White velvet dandelion is flying all over the sky. When we reach out and grasp it, it feels close at hand, but it flies to the blue sky and far away. It is like a beautiful dream, which attracts us forward. At that time, the sky was so blue and blue, with no end in sight. The war prize we got was carefully collected. Before spring came, we couldn't wait to come to our secret place-the corner of the flower bed to plant seeds and make a wish. My wish is to visit again after I leave my alma mater.
After that, we bid farewell to childhood and stumbled into the threshold of middle school one after another. Everything was a new beginning, and I made my bosom friends again, just like my little friends before, and I was inseparable all day. However, I still can't forget her and miss her so much! She spent a happy primary school time with me. I think she will miss me, too! Did she make a wish by the flower bed? But I think there must be a most beautiful dandelion smiling gracefully in the flower bed.
The rain is still dripping underground, and my heart is filled with emotion. I can't help singing: "Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue ..." Life is rare to get together, only to leave more! Goodbye, my friend. Although we live in different parts of the world, as in the photo,' You and I are the same, and our hearts are connected. I hope you can be happy forever in the photo, and may our friendship last forever!
Memories of a photo composition 500 words sixth grade 13 Opening a thick photo album, a photo reminded me of the past. Suddenly, a yearning for my loved ones welled up in my heart.
It was a winter in 20xx, the north wind roared and it was snowing heavily outside. The heavy snow tells us the coming of winter, and the colorful fireworks in the sky tell us the coming of the New Year. I looked at these lovely "elves" and thought: My mother said that the whole family would get together this holiday, and even my uncle in America would go home for the New Year. I was only seven years old at that time. As soon as I thought of this "earth-shattering" news, I immediately told everyone around me. Then I was jumping around in the snow with a lantern. When everyone saw my excitement, their faces were already full of joy. "Ding-dong, Ding-dong." Who rang the doorbell at this moment? Open the door and have a look, ah! It's my uncle and aunt Carrying large and small bags in their hands, they wiped the bean-sized sweat from their faces and panted, "Dad, Mom, we are back. You see, we also brought new year gifts to everyone! " At this time, the wife was in tears, stroking her uncle's forehead with rough hands and saying to herself, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back, eat quickly, the food is cold!" My aunt gave me a mysterious wink. In my expectation, my uncle gave me Minions, the most representative machine in Universal Studios in the United States. I don't want to mention how happy I was at that time. From then on, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, or day and night, it is spent with me.
After dinner, my father picked up some old cameras and took pictures of the happy family at the moment. In the photo, everyone's face is filled with a happy smile.
But now, my uncle was transferred to Beijing for work reasons; My uncle is out of breath every day in the United States, and there are no dreamers; And my wife, who loved me the most, left me forever in Chinese Valentine's Day last year. Now, I have grown up and understood how sad it is to leave. I hope there will be less parting and more happiness and warmth in the world. The photo of 20xx will be fixed in my mind forever!
Close the photo album, the past is vivid-
Memories of a photo composition 500 words sixth grade 14 It's late at night, sitting at my desk alone, listening to the peace that belongs to the night. Inadvertently looked up and found a few slightly old photos, pressed under the book, showing only a corner. Gently lift the book and take out the photos.
In the first photo, the scene that caught the eye was a wooden house, a wooden house with an ancient flavor. The wooden house is very wide, but it has only one floor. In front of the wooden house stood a little boy whose face was covered with sunshine, which made him squint. There are many clothes to wear on a small body. Although the clothes are not so shabby, they are by no means bright, and many places have grown "beards". Huh? I was surprised. Isn't this me? So I quickly searched for this memory in my long memory. Oh, that was when I was five years old. My aunt came home that day with a lot of things, one of which was a camera. Yes, I know nothing about cameras, except that the little black box is a painter with superb painting skills. The picture it draws is exactly the same as the original one, but it is smaller. So I asked it to draw a portrait for me.
After changing the first photo, look at the second photo. I can't help but be in a daze for the content in the photo. The first impression given in the photo is that many people are in a Nuoda square. There is a row of people standing in the middle of the photo. Everyone is full of smiles. Behind the man is a tall building. The overall red color gives people a festive feeling. It has three doors, the largest in the middle, followed by the doors on both sides. The most striking thing is a huge portrait hanging on the gate. It's Chairman Mao! Tiananmen! I can't help but exclaim. In an instant, my memory poured out like a flood. Isn't this the photo of my trip to Beijing last summer vacation?
Put two photos on the table. Watch carefully. I can't help sighing to myself that these years have changed so much, as if across the ages, and everything around me has changed. Think about my hometown in recent years, paved with asphalt, and all kinds of electrical appliances appear at home ... The society has progressed unconsciously.
Close my eyes, and all kinds of pictures of the past and the present linger in my mind. Fax machine, black and white TV, radio, mobile phone, computer, digital TV ...
Memories of a photo composition 500 words Sixth grade 15 In the photo, I was wearing casual clothes, standing next to a group of adults, and behind me was the magnificent Great Wall of Wan Li, which was taken when I went to Beijing to climb the Great Wall, and I still cherish it.
It was a sunny day. At the age of six, I followed the tour guide group with my parents and started a journey to conquer the Great Wall. The warm sunshine shines on the ancient bricks of the Great Wall. This magnificent building is the crystallization of the sweat and wisdom of the ancient working people, which makes us feel infinite admiration.
We started to climb the Great Wall. It took us a whole morning to climb half of Haoren Slope, and we were exhausted. At that time, it was summer, and the burning sun was scorching the earth, which made everyone have no hope of climbing the hero's slope. An aunt had begun to complain and said discontentedly, "What kind of weather is this? The sun is so poisonous that we had a lot of trouble to climb here. How can we climb to the top of the slope?" As soon as the aunt's words were finished, a large group of people echoed, "Yes, yes, how can you climb to the top of the slope?" There are more and more complaints and discouraged voices, and we are already exhausted. Listening to them is undoubtedly worse, and the idea of retreating is even stronger.
At this time, I said in a childish voice, "Everybody learn from me, bow down and climb up step by step like a cat." As soon as my words came out, everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became relaxed and active. The previous complaints had already been forgotten.
I seem to have become everyone's happy fruit. Everyone talked and laughed along the way and teased me from time to time. Unconsciously, everyone climbed to the top of the slope. As the saying goes, "He who doesn't reach the Great Wall is not a hero". I not only reached the Great Wall, but also reached the top of the slope, so I am a hero among heroes! I jumped three feet for joy. An uncle set up the camera he carried with him and took this happy scene.
I kept this precious photo in my photo album, and the story of this photo gave me permanent memories and lifelong encouragement.