Take a meaningful photo and write an essay

1. "A Meaningful Photo" essay 350 words for third grade

Whenever I open my photo album, the first thing that catches my eye is my parents and I during this summer vacation. The photos of our trip to Guanshan Ranch together, these photos left me with many wonderful memories! That day, the weather was hot. When we drove to the top of the mountain, a cold air hit our faces. It was a completely different world. The red skirt I was wearing was so thin at this time. My mother quickly put on the thick clothes she brought. , it seems that my mother has been prepared! Mom is so kind! I can't wait to run to the green grass. It's so beautiful here. Cows and sheep are playing in groups, and horses are galloping on the grass. It's like a mirror on earth.

I asked my father to take me horse riding. When I arrived at the racecourse, I chose a white horse. The uncle from the racecourse helped me onto the horse and took a picture of the horse. The horse started running lightly. I was frightened at that time. I quickly grabbed the hemp rope and moved forward slowly with the rhythm of the horse. It was so beautiful! When I took a photo with the cow, I was very timid. I was afraid that the mother of the cow would protect the calf and chase me. I walked quietly behind the cow and made a cute gesture and asked my mother to take a picture of me. But my mother said Let me stand in front of the cow, so that the photo will be more beautiful. Before I could move my steps, the old cow howled and was so frightened that he lost his mind. This was captured by my mother, and I became the real me today. Pictures of cows. It looks so fun, so funny! The photos left me with many vivid and beautiful memories! Where are your photos? Also take it out and share it with all of us. 2. A meaningful photo and an essay of 300 words

It was a very old photo, so old that it made people’s eyes blurry. However, it is really beautiful, the kind of beauty that is enjoyed and the kind of beauty that is longed for. I don’t know whose hand the photo came from, but I know that many people hide this photo and this beautiful fragment of their memory.

The picture in the photo is very gray, maybe because it is old, maybe because it has been forgotten. The background was a dark night, a misty night with a bit of coolness in the air. It was probably like this in late autumn nights. The most conspicuous thing in the photo is a dim street light. It’s hard to imagine what kind of help such a street light can give pedestrians. However, perhaps this is the most beautiful silent film in late autumn. It is under the illumination of street lights that the pieces of maple leaves falling from the sky are transformed into the most beautiful embellishments of this season. The old street seemed to become much brighter in an instant, and the entire road was covered with this feeling. It seems like there is a soft rustling sound when walking on it. There is not a single pedestrian or car in the picture. It seems that they also understand that this kind of picture may just belong to nature, the kind of nature that is not tainted with any worldly atmosphere.

I put down the photos and couldn't calm down for a long time. The most beautiful pictures in these memories were forgotten by me. When I repeated the things I relied on for my livelihood every day, I never thought that the peace and tranquility I had been pursuing were Mu, just lies quietly in my memory.

3. An interesting photo, composition

Opening the photo album of memory, I saw a photo at the foot of the Great Wall. I remember that day, June 19, 2008, at 12:20, after climbing the Great Wall, I took a photo at the foot of the Great Wall. I couldn't help but recall the scene when I climbed the Great Wall, and it is still fresh in my memory.

When my family and I went to Beijing to visit, of course we couldn’t miss the Great Wall, because as the saying goes: If you don’t visit the Great Wall, you are not a true man. After arriving at the foot of the Great Wall, when I was young, I looked at the "giant dragon" circling in the high mountains. I couldn't help but be startled. My previous yearning and enthusiasm for the Great Wall were suddenly thrown out of the sky - so Long, so steep, so high, so... I started to give up. Halfway through the climb, I was really exhausted. When I was about to give up halfway, my mother said to me: "Everything you do must have a beginning and an end, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted." "Perseverance is victory, man, come on!"

The positive energy made me feel very warm, so I worked hard and climbed to my destination. When I came back, I was out of breath, exhausted, and felt out of breath.

At this time, my mother rented an emperor's suit for me to wear and took this photo to commemorate my hero's "heroic legend". 4. How to write an essay on "an interesting photo"

There is a photo under the dining table at my house: a girl and her mother are sitting on a rubber boat, drifting in the mountains. The mother was smiling and waving; the girl made a "V" gesture with her right hand and smiled brightly. But if you look carefully, why are the girl's eyes open and closed? Haha, want to know the reason? Let me tell you.

During the summer vacation, my mother and I came to the picturesque Lushan Mountain and experienced an incredible rafting experience. The water in Taohuayuan is very clear, so clear that you can see the small pebbles on the bottom of the river. The water flows in twists and turns, making several large circles among the rugged, sometimes high and sometimes low mountains. You can imagine how *** it will be when it floats! No, before my mother got on the rubber boat first, I had already put on the life jacket and sat in front of the rubber boat first. My mother told me to hold on to the handle of the rubber boat.

Our rubber boat slowly turned around in an artificial pond for a few times. Suddenly, we heard the staff shouting loudly: "Hold on, the water is about to be released!" Fortunately, I reacted quickly and quickly caught it. Hold the handles on both sides of the rubber boat. "Wow--" It was like falling into the sea, and my vision was blurry and I couldn't see anything. My clothes were soaked in an instant, and I almost took a sip of cold water from the Peach Blossom Spring. Wow! good *** ! I laughed so happily that I shouted: "Mom, let's do it again!"

In this way, every time the rubber boat can't go far, it will let us "enjoy" it again. feeling. When we reached the section where the current was the most turbulent, a photographer pressed the shutter of the camera while my mother and I were drifting past there. But who knows, some naughty little splash jumped into my eyes at this moment, and I had no choice but to "turn a blind eye" and complete this interesting photo.

The rafting is over, but I am still unsatisfied and really want to go rafting again. 5. A meaningful photo composition for third grade students

As I approach my thirties, I always like to think about the people and things around me when I am alone and quiet. I have to ask myself that the person I owe the most is my father.

My father is already in his sixties. He is short, slightly fat, and his round face always looks like a man in his forties. Whenever I see my father when I go home, he always reassures me that he is still healthy and strong.

My father worked in a cloth factory not far from home. I heard that his job was the most strenuous in the factory. There were originally three people doing this job in the factory. One of them, who was five years younger than his father, quit the job because he couldn't stand the fatigue. So there were only two people left (actually, in my memory, my father mentioned that the work was too tiring and he couldn't bear to do it. Maybe because we, as children, failed to help him find a better job, he kept working). Their task is to lift a ton of cloth onto a vehicle that is taller than themselves and then transport it to the warehouse. I have been working like this for nearly ten hours every day, and I have to rush to eat even when it is time to eat. Otherwise, due to the pressure of goods, my off-duty time will be extended. If he got off work early, his father would inevitably go to the fields to find work. Every time my father talks about going to work, he is much happier this year than last year. He told me that this year his boss gave him a monthly salary increase of 200 yuan. I know a little bit about arithmetic, but I can't figure out why my father is happy. Two people did the work of three people, but only got 200 yuan more?

In my memory, my father was always the one who had the hardest time and worked the hardest in the family. Some people say that my father has been working hard all his life, and he never stops during the New Year and holidays. My father said that there is no end to the work in the fields. Even at the end of each year, after hard work and hard work in the factory for a year, it was rare to have a few free days, and the steamed bun boss had to agree to help with a few days of small work. We would always try to persuade him not to go, but he would always comfort us with a smile. It was an easy life. The steamed bun business is the busiest at the end of the year. It is common to work overtime at night, and my father always accompanies me. I am busy until the 30th day of the lunar calendar.

In my ignorant years, I always quarreled with my father for some reason.

I have a stubborn temper. I always hate my father arranging some farm work for me when I am busy studying. I always hate my father asking me to scratch his itch every time he comes back from work. I always hate my father asking me to memorize the entire book every semester. I always hated that my father dressed in rags and always came to my school... Whenever I was dissatisfied with my father, I would always find a series of extremely hurtful words to say to my father. Now that my father is older and I have gradually matured, we have long since wiped away these unpleasant past events from our lips. But in my heart, as I become wiser, these experiences are like steel knives, piercing into my heart. My bone marrow. To my father, I have a debt that I will never repay in my lifetime.

Every time I see my father’s nails, I always urge him to cut them. Dark soil penetrated deeply into his fingernails. My father said half-jokingly: I will never be able to live without soil in my life. The soil was firmly squeezed into my father's nails and penetrated into the flesh of my father's nails. The pain was so painful that it hurt all the way to my heart. My father's hands have been in contact with the soil through many ups and downs. It was his painful contact that supported me from elementary school to university. I am very lucky to be born with a pair of short and thick hands like my father. They make me feel powerful and at ease as I have never felt before.

Now, through hard work, I have bought a house in the city. My father is always proud of me in front of others. I think the most valuable achievement in my life is to be filial to my father. 6. Look at pictures and write essays: A meaningful photography (500 words)

In today’s society, it is not uncommon for everyone to have a camera, but the moment you press the shutter, have you ever thought about photography? What is the meaning of? Some people say that photography is the fingerprint of civilization, and I very much agree with this metaphor.

Because it was deeply branded as "civilian" as soon as it appeared. Although photography has been a "toy" for the rich for a long time and has aristocratic pedigree, its bold and uninhibited personality determines that it will eventually "run away from home" to fight and fight, and in the wind and clouds It finds its status and role in the changing vast world. It caters to the mainstream direction of contemporary civilization and progress and has strong vitality.

But sometimes, when you see some photos, it feels like you have been hit hard by a ruthless bullet in the heart. The invisible blood flows ruthlessly, making you unable to help but feel sad. Covering her chest and moaning. At this time, you did not feel a trace of pleasure, but felt a heavy weight pressing deeply on you.

Photography is faced with a choice between two paths at this time. One is artistry and the other is documentary.

The photographer also faces a kind of confusion, a kind of thinking, and a kind of pain. Do you regard photography as an expression of personal emotions, like a writer's pen climbing a grid? Or is it a pure artistic creation, like the colorful brushes in the hands of a painter? Or, use it as a weapon? A scalpel? Maybe it has variety.

Just as there is a beautiful and soft side in literature, there is also a side full of strength and blood and tears. But what is the main meaning of photography? Where is its most charming aspect reflected? Photography is the freeze-frame of a real image moment. This characteristic of photography is destined to be fundamentally different from other arts.

Photography is a moment that determines eternity. A photographer will eventually grow old and die, but the meaningful photos he takes may never disappear and live on forever.

The story behind the photo may deeply touch generations of people. The charm of photography lies in its reality and its moments.

The story behind the photo, the thoughts after the moment. This is the greatness of the photographer and also the responsibility of the photographer.

Look for the universal meaning contained in the photos, and the real universal meaning is the sincerity and kindness that can touch people's hearts; the hidden side of heartache, the A heart-wrenching sigh; a saddened anger, and a silent touch. If you can use a camera to find that universal meaning, then you are a photographer.

No matter what model of camera you use, whether your photos are artistic and enjoyable or not. As long as your heart is searching, you are a photographer.

This is what photography is about. 7. Fifth grade composition "Meaningful Photos"

On my 6th birthday, my mother took me to the photo studio to take a set of artistic photos. There were photos of me wearing a skirt, a photo of me wearing a cheongsam, and a photo of me wearing a cheongsam. There are photos taken in ancient costumes, one of which is my favorite.

Look, in the photo, I am wearing a red cheongsam, holding a round fan in my hand, and the fan is dotted with a few beautiful plum blossoms. red cloth shoes. At first glance, people thought she was the eldest lady of some family.

That birthday was the most unforgettable for me. My grandparents and my sister came to my house to celebrate my birthday. I remember that my birthday was very simple. Although I only bought a small cake and ate a bowl of ordinary longevity noodles.

But my relatives surrounded me, pampered me, and made me happy. On that birthday, I also got a gift and the deepest blessing from a friend. My sister also spent a week making me a beautiful birthday card, with a neat line of words written on it: Happy birthday to my dear sister. , happy every day! Although I have to take a photo every year on my birthday as a souvenir.

However, this photo will always be my favorite and most precious one. 8. Write 50 words about a meaningful photo according to the prompts

Look at this photo. This is a nice picture of my family. There are five people on it. I am in the middle. I'm laughing. It looks that I am very happy. There're some pretty flowers in my hands. A man beside me is my father. He is happy, too. Where's my mother? Oh.. She is behind me. She is a good mother, I think. She's my friend, too. I love her. My grandparents are behind me, too. They both love me. I like this picture. And I love my family. Look at this picture.

This is a nice photo of my family. There are five people.

I'm in the middle. I'm laughing.

Looks like I'm very happy. There are some beautiful flowers on my hand.

A man next to me is my father. He is happy and has a certain reference value.

Is this (that) my mother? Oh...she's behind me. She's a good mother, I think.

She is my friend. I love her.

My grandparents are behind me, too. They all like me.

I like this photo. I love my family. 9. Assignment: Please choose a representative photo, and then write a description for this photo. What?

Each of us has many photos, and there is something behind each photo. A touching story and a wonderful memory.

My photo album is filled with photos, large and small, that record every moment of my growth. One of the photos is the best one in my opinion. This photo was taken at the Taiqing Palace in Luyi, my hometown.

Taiqing Palace has beautiful scenery. My family and I went to climb Taiqing Palace Hill. Of course, it was not a real mountain, but made of stones and soil. Along the stone steps, my brother and I walked to the top of the mountain, where we looked down and saw almost the entire Taiqing Palace. There is a small pavilion at the foot of the mountain. We sat in the small pavilion. The breeze blew gently on my face, like my mother's hands stroking my cheeks. It was very comfortable. At this time, my mother said: "Let's take a photo here!" "Okay, this is really a good idea."

I took a photo with my family, and this is the one that impressed me most. photo. 10. An essay about a photo

A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of An emotion. It is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001 in the living room on the third floor of my new home. It is clearly visible in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, my cousin, my grandparents and my five grandsons. In my hand, I was holding a big apple picked from the plate on the table in front of me. 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. While chatting, 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 I 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 among you three children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit next to your grandparents." Dad replied road. "But grandma is so old. If others see it, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, But she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. Without 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 no longer useful. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad shouted: "Look at me, everyone." Come here!" 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, had them molded, 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.