1. A third-grade Chinese composition about a family portrait

There is a family portrait in my family. It is a very precious thing to me, because my father is very busy at work and has no time to play with us. So our family almost only has this family photo. I still remember that it was taken when our family went to Nanjing Underwater World in the summer vacation of 2007.

One day during the summer vacation, my father took my mother and I to the Nanjing Hall. I was playing at my sister's house, and when we left Nanjing, my father took us to the underwater world. The aquatic creatures in the underwater world are so weird and weird, which really opened my eyes! There are snake fish that are more than ten meters long, jellyfish that can shine, and cute little penguins. We played and took photos at the same time. The animals there are so smart and lively. We watched the dolphin show at the dolphinarium, and they had Some can add and subtract within 10, some can play on the horizontal bar, and some can spin a hula hoop. It’s really amazing. After leaving the performance, my mother suddenly remembered that we hadn’t taken a family photo yet, so she asked a tourist uncle to take it for us. I took a family photo.

This photo is unforgettable for me. Happiness is written on the faces of the whole family. 2. A photo of my family for the third grade composition (about 225 words)

1. A photo of my family. I flipped through an album I haven’t seen for a long time. As soon as I opened it, the first photo attracted me. I saw me walking in the snow, gesturing the thickness of the snow with my hands, looking at It brought back memories of that snow.

It was a heavy snowfall in 2008. I was only six years old at the time. Maybe it was because I had never seen such heavy snow before. I can still remember it freshly. The snow seemed to start drifting in the afternoon. , the next morning, when I opened the curtains, I saw heavy snow falling like goose feathers outside, and the ground was already covered in white. From a distance, the big trees in the house seemed to have turned into a snowdrift, and even the big trees in the house seemed to have turned into snowdrifts. The usually busy road suddenly became extremely quiet, and I even couldn't tell where the road was. I walked out of the house out of curiosity, but I didn't expect that as soon as I stepped on it, I almost couldn't get it out. I was shocked at the time. Why did it snow so much and so thickly? At this moment, the neighbors next door came out with tools to shovel the snow. After a while, a thin path was shoveled in front of our door. When I walked excitedly in the middle, I was measuring the thickness of the snow with my hands. At that moment, my mother ran over, and with a click, this photo was born.

I like the frozen moment in this photo. It is precisely because of the memories of these moments that I have wonderful memories today, which reminds me of that beautiful snow scene again. . 2. A photo of my family. Whenever I open the thick photo album of my family, photos recording my growth will appear in front of my eyes. They will always evoke infinite beautiful memories for me.

Among the many photos, one of my favorites is the one of me as a child in my walker. When I was a child, I was fat and tiger-headed.

In the photo, I am not very good at walking yet. At that time, I was sitting in a walker with a bowl in my hand, sliding quickly to the yard, turning back and smiling triumphantly at my mother, a picture of victory. He looked like he was saying, "Haha, I'm running fast enough, you can't catch up with me." Every time I look at this photo, I always laugh while looking at it. My mother said that this photo was taken when I was more than one year old. At that time, I had just learned to walk in a walker, and I was always walking in the yard with joy. Go.

At that time, my mother was preparing for me to eat. I naughtily walked to my mother quietly and grabbed a bowl. My mother turned around and wanted to take the bowl in my hand. I quickly walked on the walker. I slid inside and ran outside, so fast that my mother didn't react. "Haha" I smiled at my mother with a proud look on my face. At this time, my father happened to come out and saw this scene. He took out his camera and clicked the shutter button to leave me with this photo.

I like this photo. It records my growth and is a beautiful memory of my happy childhood. 3. A photo of my family. There is a very precious photo in the photo album of my family. There is a little boy sitting on the kang, covered with a small red quilt.

He looks very much 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 of me as a child. My mother liked this photo very much and often told me stories about this photo.

When I was very young, my mother left me at home and let my grandma take care of me, while my mother worked in Bupyeong, which was far away from home. I was about to celebrate my first birthday, and my mother had already said that she would come back to celebrate my birthday.

But that day is approaching. My mother's colleague has asked for leave due to family matters, and their unit has a lot of work.

That’s why the boss didn’t approve leave for my mother. Mom was very sad.

I called back and told my family: She can't come back, but she misses me so much. I hope you can take a picture of me and send it to her.

So my grandfather borrowed a camera from a neighbor’s house, asked me to sit on the kang, took a few photos of me, picked the best one, washed it on the street, and mailed it to my mother. passed. Since I got the photos, my mother will take them out and look at them when she misses me.

It wasn’t until my mother picked me up when I was three years old.

My mother still likes to see this photo and often tells me about it.

So I also like this photo very much. It contains my mother's love for me. 3. The third-grade composition "Mom's Old Photos"

Today is Mother's Day in the United States. My mother-in-law happened to come to Nanning. We, the children, bought cakes, blessed the old man together, and blew out the candles. At that time, my cute little nephew asked: Why do you all call grandma your mother? Are you all born to her? We said: Yes, she is our mother. It does not matter whether she was born or not. What is important is that she is our mother.

The singing candle reflected the mother-in-law’s face full of smile lines. Each deep line is filled with years and hardships. As a mother, this moment is the most gratifying, right? My most heartfelt wish is for you, my current mother, to live a long life and to be with us all the time, witnessing every happy moment and joy of ours.

When I got home after dinner, I couldn’t help but miss my biological mother in heaven. I sorted out the old photos to commemorate you - Mom, it has been nearly ten years since you left us. Over the years, my daughter has always been I miss you very much. I wonder if you are having a good time in heaven? When I see old photos, I think of you when you were in all your glory, and sigh that the years have been ruthless and took you away too early. Otherwise, I would be the happiest daughter in the world, and you would be the happiest mother in the world. 4. Third grade composition: The story of the photo requires: 300~350 words, write a story behind each photo

The first composition of the story of the photo: The story of the photo. A photo records a story. A story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of emotion.

This is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection. My favorite photo was taken in the living room on the third floor of my new home on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001.

You can clearly see in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, cousin, grandparents and grandma. I am also holding a plate from the table in front of me. Big apple picked out. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind.

It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts came to my house as guests. During the chat, my father asked me to take a photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren.

After knowing where I was sitting, I hurriedly found a reason to ask my father to go to the fourth floor with me first. When we got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do.

I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest of the three of you children, and you and your cousin are both the grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit in the middle." Next to my grandparents." Dad replied.

"But grandma is already so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at me?" What about you? Although grandma is older, she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her.

No. Grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you!" I suddenly realized and realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his elders and is caring! I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to where I was sitting for the photo, took a big apple with respect, and handed it to grandma.

Grandma smiled slightly, handed the apple back to me, and said kindly: "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad Shouting: "Everyone, look at me!" I held the apple left by my grandma in my hand and stared at the camera. There was only a "click" sound, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever.

After posting the photos, I took them, molded them, and kept them in a photo album. A photo contains such a story; a photo makes my mind fly back to ten years ago; a photo gives me an education of love.

It is such an ordinary yet extraordinary photo that taught me how to respect and love our elders. Only in this way will our lives become better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious.

Part 2: Stories in Photos Time is like running water, flowing quietly day and night. I have also grown from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to store tears in a notepad.

After putting down the long-dusted photo album, my thoughts began to spin. I caressed each photo, and each photo told a story about me and my childhood.

My eyes suddenly stopped on a photo with some yellowing edges, and I laughed happily. in this photo.

There is a little girl wearing a dress and braids, she is crying to the sky, this is me; and there is a big boy who is eating a lollipop and smiling evilly, that is my brother .

I remember it was one autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the store.

My brother wanted to eat it too, but I refused to give it to him, so he got into trouble with me. He lied to me and said that I could find a bigger and more beautiful lollipop in my mother’s car basket, and whoever got it would belong to whom.

I want it so much that I have to go and get it. I was very short at that time and couldn't reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me while I moved the stool to dig through my mother's basket.

I didn’t find the lollipop in the car basket. I was about to ask my brother, but when I looked back, he was holding my lollipop and chewing it! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I sat on the ground and cried. I happened to be photographed by my aunt who had just bought a camera.

Seven or eight years have passed since this happened, now think about it. I was really cute at that time.

This is the story of what happened in my photo. Part Three: Stories in Photos Today, I took out my favorite photo again. Do you know what my favorite photo is? It’s the preschool group photo I took with my kindergartners, because I’m about to leave kindergarten and become a real primary school student.

Every morning, our parents and grandparents send us to kindergarten, where we study, eat and take naps together. When I think about leaving kindergarten and leaving my classmates soon, I feel both happy and reluctant to leave, because we have lived together for so long and don’t want to separate.

Seeing the 46 familiar faces in the photo, I thought, 20 years later, some of us will go to college and some will join the workforce. I wonder where we will be in another 40 years? Ah, I know, we will definitely become full of white hair, like grandpa and grandma.

I must treasure this photo and let it accompany me until I grow old. Chapter 4: Stories in Photos Twelve years and hundreds of photos, the photos have witnessed my growth.

Open the photo album and look at it page by page. The photos of your childhood are so cute. I often look at the photo and exclaim: "I'm actually so old!" Looking at this photo, I'm smiling all over my face, with my hands open and my arms crossed, what am I doing? By the way, that day, a guest came to my house, and I was excitedly introducing my own room! Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud.

See that big bed? The set of furniture in the room was bought with my own savings. I remember my grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself.

My mother was worried and said: "I'm afraid you don't have enough money. Otherwise, buy something cheaper!" "No, just buy it!" Then I decided to borrow money from my mother and bought it. Furniture, but my mother always said not to return it. As for me, I must pay it back, and I wrote down the IOU seriously and prepared to pay it in installments.

For very. 5. Pictures for the third grade picture composition

[Pictures for the third grade picture composition] Family pictures for the third grade composition

This is the back of a father, wearing a large black cloth mantle. Wearing a dark blue cotton robe, with a fat body, he struggled to climb the platform. Pictures for the third grade composition. This is Zhu Ziqing's father, and what he shows to people is this "father's back". But how many fragments are hidden in this picture? What the person in front of the painting clearly sees is his old mother’s white hair. In the white hair is his mother’s lost youth and her mother’s vicissitudes of life. What the person who stays on the painting clearly sees is his own old hair. The father's waist is no longer straight, and the hunched back is the most beautiful arc. It represents fatigue, hard work, and upbringing; it is the bridge that children love to sit on when they were children, and it is the most trustworthy mountain in the hearts of children... ...That back, that white hair, that arc, looking at my parents who are no longer young, the bitterness has already turned into tears.

These are raised hands, strong and powerful, holding up a life, a child. When the cable car fell, the parents held their children high with their hands. The parents passed away, but the children in their hands continued to have the two lives given by their parents. There is nothing special about those hands, but they are the ones that are lifted the highest and the ones that support the most powerfully. What they give is life and everything in the world. Those hands once led us across the road when we were young. He held our hands tightly, for fear that we would run around on the road, for fear that we would break away. Those hands once touched our heads when we were students. He gave us We are warm, confident and encouraging, and it tells us: "That's good, keep up the good work!" Those hands once said goodbye to us when we became adults. When we grow up and leave our parents, the hands that say goodbye are the eternal care and concern of our parents for us. miss.

These are the wings that are spread out, wings that are bravely spread out in the forest filled with fireworks. Below them are the little birds, which are not yet grown up and can not fly yet. Composition for the third grade of primary school " Pictures of picture compositions for third grade students. When the fire came, the flying mother did not abandon her child, but wrapped the child's body with her own body and used her body to shield the child from the raging fire. Life for life, it has no complaints, its wings are the blue sky of the child's life. It protects the children from the wind and rain, and allows them to enjoy warmth and tranquility even under the violent storm; it.

It protects the children from enemies. When the eagle rushes down, it erects a protective barrier for the children to protect the children under its wings from attacks; it is a warm embrace, a support for young birds, and a blue sky of love...

The back is moved by love, the hands are strong because of love, and the wings are broad because of love. This kind of love is family love, a family love that transcends everything, even transcends life.

Picture, shocking

Recently, when I was surfing the Internet, I saw a picture of an old man begging on the roadside. The old man's face had been blown red by the wind, and the deep cracks were like dried up pool water. The old man's eyes were confused and helpless, and his eyelids pressed heavily on the old man's eyes. From the old man's eyes, I saw the trace of sadness that could not be erased. Time is ruthless, and the old man's black hair has been painted with white paint. The old man only wore a rag jacket and some old newspapers were spread on the ground. The old man was sitting on the newspaper, his hands wrapped around his legs, and she had curled up into a ball. Passers-by hurried past with their heads lowered without stopping, and no one was willing to give alms to this lonely and helpless old man.

After looking at this picture, I felt an indescribable bitterness in my heart, and I sincerely sighed: "It's really hard for beggars nowadays!" But when I looked at the picture, After attaching the article, I opened my mouth in surprise, and an inexplicable anger burned in my heart.

It turned out that among the many people coming and going, one person was actually the old man's daughter. She was hidden in the crowd, no different from the passers-by, except that her clothes were more fancy and strange. The attachment reads: "The old man has to hand over all the money he gets from begging at the end of the day to the public. If it doesn't reach 100 yuan, she will beat him with a belt, just like the torture in ancient times. The old man's body is everywhere. Scars, sometimes as soon as the old wounds heal, there will be a blood cherry in another place." I couldn't see the expression of the old man's daughter clearly, but I can imagine the kind of woman holding dirty banknotes in one hand and dripping blood in the other. belt. She stared at the pile of banknotes, her eyes gleaming, and she smiled ferociously and wantonly like a cruel vampire.

An old man who is nearly fifty years old is kneeling on the ground begging, while her daughter is counting the banknotes that her mother has exchanged for her dignity. Wouldn't she feel ashamed? Wouldn't her conscience be troubled? When her mother was shivering in the cold wind, wouldn't there be a trace of unbearable pain in her heart? Lambs know how to kneel to breastfeed, and crows know how to nurse in return. This is a natural law that even animals know. As a human, wouldn't she not understand?

This picture moved me deeply and shocked me at the same time. People often say: "Children are the pieces of flesh that fall off their parents", and "Hitting a child hurts the mother's heart." . So what should we, as children, do? 6. The third-grade composition A photo of me is composed of five-digit u

A photo of me [300 words]

Yesterday, I finished my homework and opened the photo album at random. Look, suddenly a picture of a child sitting on a wicker chair caught my eye, and I couldn't help but look at it carefully.

There is a fat little cutie in the photo. He is wearing white clothes, sitting on a bamboo chair, with his mouth open, drooling, and waving his arms, as if he is asking for something. A pair of bright eyes stared straight ahead. Isn't that me? It's full of my greed and my naughtiness.

According to my mother, this photo was taken when I was five months old. An aunt came to visit our house and brought a big watermelon. Mom cut the watermelon and ate it with her aunt. At that time, I thought: That thing is red and juicy, it must be delicious! So I waved my little hands and shouted to have a taste. It happened that my father came back from outside and saw this wonderful and ridiculous scene, so he quickly picked up the camera and took a picture of this naughty me, thus leaving this beautiful photo.

Seven years have passed unknowingly, and I have grown up unknowingly. Although I am still so greedy and naughty now, I am still as innocent and as naughty as when I was a child. Handsome. 7. Introduction to photos for the third grade composition: I am different now from before

1. A photo of me when I was a child

Today is Sunday, I took out my photo from the table at home The photos of my childhood recall the stories of my childhood...

It was a hot summer day in June 2004, and I was wearing a beautiful white gauze skirt. Came to the kindergarten to take graduation photos. There is a smile of joy on my face because I am going to preschool.

I remember that when we arrived in the classroom, we lined up neatly to take graduation photos on the playground. When we came to the playground, I saw many classes waiting to take graduation photos. All the students in our class were very happy. Excited, I was also very happy at the time.

In the photo, I have my mouth half open as if talking about eggplant, and I have two pigtails on my head, which is very cute. Looking at this photo brings back great memories of my childhood.

2 Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl who loves to cry, to a girl who has ideals and knows how to hide her crystal tears in the depths. In the process of growing up, the passing of Is it just time?

Opening the long-dusted photo album and letting my thoughts flow through it, I finally realized that what has passed most is the singing years of my childhood.

Inadvertently, my eyes touched this photo. This is an extremely outstanding old photo that is very precious to me. In the photo, my sister and I stretched our hands into the blue sky to welcome the dazzling sliding fireworks.

Remember, it was the Spring Festival. Due to the needs of my father's work, we have to leave our hometown and our grandparents. When I was a child, I was willful. Whenever I thought about being separated from my friends, I would hide in the hut and cry non-stop. Even during the Spring Festival, I was depressed. My grandparents knew that this would be the last Spring Festival in their hometown. In order to liven up the family atmosphere, they encouraged my father to buy fireworks. Grandpa actually sang a Peking opera that he had not sung for many years.

I don’t understand why the parting moment is so lively.

My grandparents urged me and my sister to work hard and bring honor to our family, and they even gave each of us a little poem.

Dad set off fireworks and looked at the charming sparks rippling in the air. My sister and I excitedly raised our hands to the sky. At that moment, the camera captured this eternally beautiful moment.

The moment we turned around, I was shocked. The whole family stood there and looked at us. Just watching, the silent air couldn't help but turn into snowflakes. Flying.

From the eyes of my family, I seemed to see the warm river of love; the long ribbon of love; and the hard rock-like hope.

It is true that the years have passed by like a song, but the true feelings and hopes that have been buried in childhood still exist; even if the sea is gone, the affectionate eyes will always be the driving force for me to move forward.

This photo carrying hope not only records my childhood smiling face, but also records the brilliant night sky in my hometown. 8. Precious photos for primary school students’ composition in the second volume of the third grade

One day, when I was cleaning up the cabin, I suddenly found a slightly yellowed photo of my childhood. In the photo, there was a smiling little girl. He looked like he was only two or three years old, holding an empty plastic bag in his hand, looking up at the sky, with: one, two, three... feathers as a background (not clearly stated). I asked my dad when he took this photo, and he immediately smiled and told me this interesting little story.

At that time, I was only 3 years old, and my father took me to the National Defense Park to feed pigeons. Feeding pigeons was my favorite thing to do when I was a child. I was holding a plastic bag filled with pigeon food in one hand and a few pellets of pigeon food in the other hand. A group of pigeons flew over. I looked up at them and sprinkled a few pigeon food on them. After they landed, they immediately rushed to eat, scramble, and make noise. They were so cute!

Gradually, my bag became emptier and emptier. The originally full bag became empty, but I was still spreading carefree there. When the pigeons saw that there was less and less food, they all flew away. I was the only one who stood there stupidly, motionless, looking at the pigeons flying away, hoping that they would fly back and surround me.

At this time, a few feathers fell from the air. With a "pop", the flash flashed and a photo was taken. My father once joked with me and said: "The little girl in this photo is not my daughter, but an angel who fell into the world. I am afraid that one day, she will be taken back by the Emperor of Heaven." (Written by Dad. (his humor and love for the author) My face suddenly turned red, like a big apple.

Whenever I look at this photo again, I will think of this story. It really makes my memory fresh. I am so happy, happy and excited to have such a beautiful memory!

This will be my favorite photo, my most precious photo, and the photo that deserves to be cherished the most. 9. Third grade composition, how to write the story in the photo

The story in the photo

On the day my grandpa was discharged from the hospital, it happened to be my grandpa’s birthday, and we took a group photo " "Birthday photo", there should be many stories hidden in this photo, so let me tell you about it!

That night, Father Sun went home and Sister Moon came out. Mom, dad, and uncle were discussing which hotel to celebrate grandpa’s birthday? They kept asking and asking. It was almost midnight, and they finally agreed to go to the "Tongfu Hotel".

Another day has passed, and the day to wish grandpa a birthday has arrived. Noon has arrived and it’s time for everyone to eat. After a while, the birthday cake came. My brother and I pushed the cake to the podium. I helped grandpa up to the podium and asked grandpa to make a wish. Click, dad took a photo of this precious moment. down. Amidst everyone's toasts and wishes, I helped Grandpa to his seat again. During this birthday party, my father spent more than two thousand a day. Although he spent so much money, as long as grandpa is happy, I will be happy too.

Does this photo tell a lot of stories? Do your photos also have many stories? How many? Let’s tell everyone about it too!