Write a 400-word composition with a photo.

1. A 400-word composition with the title of a photo. Memories of a photo A photo is a painting 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.

2.400 words a photo composition.

Every time I see this photo, I think of those lovely parrots. In the photo, a little girl is very busy, that is me, and there are two parrots flying beside her.

I bought these two parrots when I was in the third grade. Once my family went to the flower market, I saw this pair of parrots and asked my mother to buy them. One of the parrots has a blue nose and two dark blue feathers on her face. He is a male parrot. I call him Ying Ge. One has a pink nose, blue feathers and a female parrot. I call it Yanwu. I have established a good relationship with two parrots and I like them very much. They are very active. Singing songs that are better than orioles every day, Yan dances up and down deftly in the cage. Once I put my hand into the birdcage and wanted the parrot to stand in my hand. I went to Yanwu first. As soon as my hand touched its foot, it quickly bit me with its sharp and hard mouth, making me shout, "Ah!" " Then it quickly climbed onto the small swing in the cage. I thought to myself: this rotten swallow dance, I will punish you if I feed it! When I feed them food, I only feed Ying Ge, not Yanwu, and hold it in my hand when I feed Ying Ge. I thought to myself: haha! This is what happens when you bite me! But when I wasn't paying attention, Yan Wu deftly flew out of the cage from my hand. I was surprised, so I quickly put down my food and went to catch the swallow dance. On the other hand, Ying Ge saw her companion go out. Just as the door of the cage was open, she also flew out of the cage. "ah! Don't run back! " I'm so anxious, I want to catch this and that, and I don't know what to do. At this time, my mother just came out with a camera, and "click" took this ridiculous scene.

Later, the two parrots were given away. Every time I see this photo, I can't help laughing. At the same time, I miss my two parrots and wish them more lively and healthy.

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Look! In a photo, there is a little boy in a sportswear with a barbell in his hand. That's what I looked like when I was a child.

This matter is not afraid of your jokes. It was 2008, the day of the Olympic Games and the day of weightlifting. I saw an athlete from our country on TV. He is strong and muscular. At first glance, he is a very powerful player. I saw him go to the stage and lift the barbell with a cry of "Ah". He is still dissatisfied and asks for more. 70 kg, 80 kg, 90 kg ... The weight of barbells is still increasing, almost to the point of unbearable. I am anxious, too. Look at my parents, sweating with anxiety. At this critical moment, I suddenly had a brainwave and went to the kitchen to find two wooden chopsticks. I glued the thick end with transparent tape and put on a big biscuit at the sharp end. "Ha ha! A new generation of children was born in my hands. " I shouted. I ran to the living room and stood in front of the TV. Then I pretend to be struggling, imitate the player's appearance and make a "gnome male-"sound. Mom and dad were puzzled and asked, "son, what are you doing?" Get out of the way! " I said to my parents, "I am cheering for China players!" This is a cheer from TV. We all watched on TV and saw the players lift the last barbell!

Afterwards, I said to my parents, "Look, look, thanks to my strength, China players have been lifted." My parents laughed and cried and said, "Ok, ok, let's take a picture of our son." Say that finish, dad went into the bedroom and took out his camera. He said, "Good boy, stand still and pose like just now." So I took a barbell in my hand and pretended to be very laborious. Dad pressed Allegro and snapped this humorous photo for me.

Instructor: Bai Yang

Comments: Go straight to the topic at the beginning and introduce photos. The origin of the narrative photos is vivid and clear, with a strong interest in life.

The story composition of a photo is 400 words. Every time I open the photo album, there are many photos in it.

There is one I think is "the apple of my eye". There is a little me in the photo, snuggling in my parents' arms and smiling so sweetly.

Just when I turned one and a half years old, my parents took me to Penglai Park to take photos. I'm very, very scared.

My left hand clutched my mother's clothes tightly, as if it were going to fall off. 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.

I ah! I was looking around, at a loss, and I didn't know I had taken a photo. That looks real, funny and 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 from this side. In the past summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang to play together. At nine o'clock the next morning, we arrived in Huangguoshu happily by car.

We visited Tianxing Bridge first, and then we came to the gate of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we 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.

Approached, 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 move on. Soon, we came to the left of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a black hole here. Oh! So this is the filming and singing 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 when I see it, I can clearly see the Huangguoshu Waterfall in my mind.

My favorite photo is a photo taken with a Russian aunt at Zhelin Lake in Yongxiu this May 1 Golden Week. Because this is the first time in my life to take a photo with a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair.

It was a sunny early summer, and a group of nine people, including father, uncle and aunt, came to visit the beautiful Zhelin Lake. There are more than a dozen small islands on the lake, each with its own characteristics.

One of the attractions called "Crocodile Island" is very interesting. Choose beautiful scenery, fresh air and wonderful performances. It is said that there will be two Russian grandmothers performing on 10 in the morning, and our party can't wait to see it for a long time.

After waiting for a long time, I finally got a wonderful performance from two tall Russian aunts. I saw that they sang and danced for a while, and their movements were tacit and beautiful, winning 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. I saw her walk out of the performance site very easygoing, holding my hand and taking a step to a lush forest. She leaned close to me with a smile and let me sit on her lap. Suddenly, I felt like snuggling 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" was born. Later, this photo was carefully put into a beautiful photo album and treasured in the depths of my memory ... One photo is on my desk, and another photo is graduation photo, a classmate who graduated from grade six, which is still the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too. I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey.

There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us.

This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away. The students in our class may all be the embodiment of impatience, and they want to take immediate action in everything, as long as it is decided or negotiated.

4. What kind of photos do you want to write a composition? My favorite photo is Crack. My favorite photo was born in my mother's camera in an instant. Whenever I see it, I think of going to Qiandao Lake with my parents. Look, in the photo, I am smiling, my eyes are narrowing, and a small dimple appears on my cheek. I'm wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. Behind me is a dense grove. Kobanawa has tall and straight trees, green grass and yellowish low bushes. What a beautiful scenery! Look at this photo, and the floodgate of my memory will open automatically. On that day, it was clear in Wan Li, Wan Li. My family came to Qiandao Lake with the school tour group. There are beautiful scenery, birds and flowers, and many small islands. We came to the "Lock Island", and countless small "heart locks" came into view. People are locking messages and pinning their good feelings. Let's move on. Wow! There is a big lock here! Although this kind of lock looks very similar to our common lock, it is extremely huge-hundreds of times larger than the usual lock! While introducing, the tour guide pointed to a nearby place and said that there stood a key, and whoever could turn it could open the lock. Dad was curious, went to the big key, easily mentioned that guy, and actually opened the huge lock. We all cheered ... we walked for a while, and suddenly, a huge stone carp appeared on the roadside! A closer look reveals that it is a carp-shaped lock! I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it, and pestered my mother to help me take a photo with the "big carp". This is my favorite photo, and I will cherish it in my memory forever.

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. Composition: A photo of me. A 500-word story of a photo opens the photo album and a photo comes into view. I got on the express train of memory and returned to Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park in Yunnan. On the day I boarded the "Yulong Snow Mountain", the story behind the photo seemed to have happened yesterday-it was a sunny morning, and my mother, many teachers and I took a bus to the Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park in Yunnan. Today we are going to climb a mountain, the Yulong Snow Mountain, the lowest ocean glacier in the world. Because the mountain is very high, the guide bought us tickets to take the cable car. There were so many people on the cable car that it took us about half an hour to get on. We took the cable car, and I was a little scared at first. The cable car began to rise slowly, and the wind roared in my ear. My heart thumped. It took me a long time to get used to it. My brother, who was on a cable car with me, looked excited and not afraid at all. Seeing him like this, I calmed down. Look down, wow! There are green trees everywhere, and these lush trees are connected into a large piece, like a green ocean. My brother and I shouted happily. In a blink of an eye, we came to the top of the mountain. The tour guide took us to the scenic spot on the top of the snowy mountain and looked at the scenery below. Ah! The scenery seen here is really spectacular! Standing here, you can have a panoramic view of the mountain. You see, the green trees are looming under the mist, and under the illumination of the morning light, they also reflect different colors, just like those seen in fairy tales, so beautiful! It's like seeing a fairyland on earth! I couldn't help being intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me, and I couldn't help humming a song. Just as I was watching Trance, I heard a click. When I turned around, it turned out that my uncle left me this eternal happy memory while I was fascinated by it. Now whenever I see this photo, I will fall into happy memories. There is a photo on my desk, and there is also a photo of graduation photo, our sixth-grade graduate. Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too. I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so sad. When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. It's heartbreaking. The students in our class are very United. The spirit of helping each other was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey. There are tears when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective examination, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking with confidence, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, encourage us and encourage us to make progress. Knowing that it is with her clever mouth that we can regain our confidence. Therefore, we believe that failure is the mother of success. After the baptism of the storm that dropped the ranking, we became more passionate about learning and worked harder. During this time, the students worked very hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we regained the first place that belongs to us. This gradually diluted the bitterness in the process. The students in our class may be impatient. I want to do everything at once. As long as it is decided or negotiated, I will definitely implement it at once, which makes me inadvertently think of some hot words. There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we got to know each other. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it." If a classmate in our class is bullied, we are absolutely duty-bound to seek justice for her, especially so. Infiltrate our hearts ... a photo can fully evoke all kinds of interesting things in our beautiful childhood. Every time I see this photo on the table, my heart can't help but be like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Every flavor is so meaningful, and every flavor contains our beautiful memories, which makes us have a wonderful childhood.

7. A 400-word photo composition On Saturday, my mother asked me to tidy my room and open the drawer. When I saw the book Greek Myth, I took it out and flipped through it. A photo fell out and I picked it up. At that time, when I was very young, I skated with Xiaoyu's brother on skates. One morning, brother Xiaoyu and I took a photo hand in hand in front of the community corridor. We smiled brightly and were very happy!

Looking at the photos, my thoughts can't help but go back to that year. When I was five years old, Brother Xiaoyu, who lived near my home, was one year older than me. He skates well. He not only skates fast, but also has a unique skill, that is, the golden rooster is independent, one leg is raised, one leg is slightly crouched, and both hands are raised to keep balance. Adults always praise him, and we all admire him. I also want to be praised. I remember that time. On that day, the study officially kicked off. Before studying, I took a photo with brother Xiaoyu. I quickly put on my skates and slid forward. Unfortunately, my center of gravity was unstable and I fell down. I didn't get discouraged. I practiced again, but I kept wrestling. I'm getting a little impatient. Looking at Xiaoyu's brother, like a professional dancer, he leaned forward and circled quickly, and then stopped firmly in front of me, and his companions gave a burst of applause! I am not reconciled. I always practice and always fall down. Look at me, my legs are bent back, my hands are hanging at my sides, and I am clumsy and slowly moving forward. And Gao Xiao that action is very strange!

Wang Tuo, my mother is calling me again. I suddenly came back to reality from childhood. I quickly put away the photos, closed the drawer and started cleaning!