Composition of sixth grade photos

No matter in study, work or life, many people have written compositions. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. So, how to write a composition? The following is the composition of 9 sixth-grade photos I arranged for you for reference only. Welcome to reading.

That summer, grandpa, who had been ill for many years, left. When my grandmother was sorting out her belongings, I saw a familiar photo, and I felt tears of sadness and regret running down. ...

That photo is graduation photo in my kindergarten. When I showed it to my grandfather, he said excitedly, "I didn't expect all my kindergartens to graduate." Show grandpa where you are? " I pointed to myself in the photo and said with some displeasure, "Grandpa, I'm here!" " "Grandpa touched my head and said," Why are you unhappy? Is it because grandpa didn't recognize you? How can grandpa not recognize his grandson? I'm teasing you! "

I said disappointedly, "No! Grandpa, I will never see these little friends again. I am reluctant to part with them. "

Grandpa was silent for a while, crouched down tall and thin, took my little hand and said softly, "Yifan, you already know how to cherish friendship, which is good, but there is still a long way to go, and you will make more new friends." As long as you keep them in mind, this friendship will last forever. "At that time, I was young and nodded inexplicably.

Grandpa said, "Why don't I keep this precious photo for you first and return it to you when you grow up?" I agreed. So, grandpa carefully put this photo in his wallet, and I said gratefully, "Grandpa, that's very kind of you!" " I will be filial to you when I grow up. Hearing this, Grandpa smiled and said, "Really? Ok ... I'm waiting! " I held out my little finger and hooked my grandfather seriously: "Really! We will be filial to you! "

With the passage of time, this incident gradually faded out of my memory. Sometimes I think of that photo and think it was lost when the old house was demolished and we moved to a new house. But I really didn't expect that grandpa kept his promise and kept this photo so well. However, I didn't keep my promise of filial piety to him. Even during grandpa's critically ill hospitalization, I only learned about his illness from his parents' intermittent words. When I learned that my grandfather was tortured by illness, I still didn't go to the hospital to accompany him on the grounds that I was too busy studying. Until my grandfather left me forever, this photo he treasured returned to my hands smoothly. I can't control the tears in my eyes and let the floodgate of memory open. ...

In the middle of the night, I was sick, and my grandfather ran to the hospital behind my back. On rainy days, grandpa always comes to school to give me an umbrella; When I was hungry, grandpa took me to the supermarket to buy snacks. When I am unhappy, it is my grandfather who tells stories that make me happy. When I made a mistake, my grandfather patiently reasoned with me ... I suddenly understood the significance of this photo: it witnessed my grandfather's love for me and made me understand the weight of a promise.

Grandpa, I will keep this photo well!

Sixth grade photo composition 2 Today, the Charm Literature Society is active.

Teacher Yu brought us a box. She smiled and said, "Students, today the teacher brought you a treasure chest with photos of future celebrities.

Want to see it? "

"Think-"The students can't wait.

"Well, after seeing this celebrity, please ask the students to talk about what kind of celebrity he (she) is, what he (she) is doing and what he (she) has achieved." Teacher Yu said slowly.

Zhao was the first to play. When she opened the box, her mouth opened into an "O" shape in surprise. We all want to know what she saw. At this time, Zhao said to him, "This is a mathematician. He is solving the problem. He won the Nobel Prize in Mathematics. "

Qian Zhiqiang is the next person to open the treasure box. He opened the lid and said with a frown:

"This is a scientist. He is studying aerodynamics. He invented a device that can make people fly. "

Now, the students are confused. One is a mathematician and the other is a scientist. What is this? Will the photos change?

Teacher Yu looks mysterious. She said, "Hearing is empty, seeing is believing!

Let's take a look at the photos of this future celebrity! "

The students looked at each other without any expression except surprise. Some people say they are dancers, some say they are journalists, some say they are writers ... It's my turn soon, and I'm both excited and nervous. What's in that treasure box? Is it magical?

Finally, it was my turn. I went to the podium and opened the treasure chest. Ah, isn't this a mirror? The person in the mirror is me! I smiled and finally understood the teacher's intention. I said, "This is the mainframe. She is hosting a children's program. She won the Golden Microphone Award and was named the most popular host. "

Finally, all the students understood the truth. The magic of this treasure chest lies in looking forward to our bright future. I really hope our future is as beautiful as what we see today!

Looking through the photo album, when I saw that photo, I thought of the past, which was taken at the Doba National Training Base.

My mother organized a visit to Doba that day, and my mother took me with her. In the car, we talked and laughed, ate, played and chatted. When we arrived in Doba, we rented two big houses, brought football and played football on the football field. We had a good time. After playing football, we also play basketball, table tennis and badminton. At first, I was not good at badminton. After some practice, I have made great progress. We went to another place, where we played shooting. Last time we came to Doba, the children asked us to play shooting, but not this time. We also played archery. When I saw a man shooting an arrow, he rubbed a layer of skin on his wrist, which made me laugh. We had a good time at the archery range and played all afternoon. Finally, we went to the football field. It's time for each of us to take a picture of my mother and me. When we got home, we were very tired and went to bed early.

That's how this photo came from.

1On August 28th, 937, Shanghai South Railway Station was in chaos. The citizens dragged their families and children, carrying big bags and small bags, and rushed to escape by train. Because the Japanese will call at any moment.

At noon, there was a loud explosion in the distance, and the tracks made a "buzzing" sound. Hum ... There are many planes in the air, like a swarm of locusts. "Not good! The devil is coming! " Boom! Boom! Boom! With a series of loud noises, the train broke into several pieces. The air smelled of blood. The platform suddenly exploded and unarmed citizens fled. Countless shrapnel flies around like headless flies, and no one knows where the next bomb will be dropped.

Bombs poured down like raindrops, and stations, railways and streets were shrouded and flooded. I don't know how long it took before the explosion stopped, but the fire was still burning and black smoke was still coming out. The station building has collapsed and the bricks are broken. The original straight trajectory is now twisted like a small snake, one is brown and the other is black. There is a smell of gunpowder everywhere, there are broken bricks and tiles everywhere, there are littered bodies everywhere, and there is blood everywhere. ...

"Wow ..." A loud cry broke the silence. A surviving little boy! "Mommy! Mommy, where are you? " The little boy sat on the platform with black spots on his face and his clothes were torn into strips, like a tattered skirt. It turned out that he got on the train with his parents. It happened that the train was hit by a bomb and the carriage flew far away. A air billow wrapped the boy out of the train and landed on a sponge. The little boy survived.

Fortunately, the little boy was adopted by a reporter. Those who survived timidly fled to a distant place and bravely joined the anti-Japanese team.

1August 28th, 937, a dark day! A cruel day! An unforgettable day!

The fifth essay of the sixth grade photo flashed by, and more than ten years passed. More than ten years ago, I was not born. Now, I am a big boy. At that time, my grandparents were still young, radiant and energetic. Now, grandpa has left us, and grandma is white-haired and wrinkled.

In this photo in front of me, my grandparents all have black hair and loving eyes. Grandma's eyes narrowed slightly, and she kept looking at grandpa's side, as if taking wedding photos with grandpa, with a hint of shyness. Grandpa, perhaps taking a photo for the first time, looked a little stiff, put his hands on his legs, and the smile on his face was not so obvious, but his mouth was raised and his glasses were polished. I can see that grandpa is happy in his heart.

There is a line of numbers written on the back of this photo-"1980". At that time, grandpa's beard was not long, and grandma's face was shiny and shiny, and there were no wrinkles at all. Both of them are wearing blue coats, which are obviously new clothes specially worn for this photo shoot. Grandpa made the collar obedient, making people look like a people's teacher. Grandma's hands are not as dry and cracked as they are now, and her face is not as haggard as it is now. She put her hair behind her ear and her collar stood up. They welcomed the photo shoot very much.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

Behind them is a row of old-fashioned furniture and a tape recorder from the 1970s and 1980s. This tape recorder and grandpa's chair are still there. Whenever grandma misses grandpa, she will sit in that chair and sit quietly without saying a word. ...

How many unforgettable stories have been recorded in an old photo; An old photo contains many unspeakable feelings; How many memorable feelings does an old photo convey? ...

Many happy events have happened in my family in the past two years. First of all, we moved from a crowded high-rise house to a spacious, comfortable and elegant park house. Then my grandparents also bought a set in our community. In addition to changing rooms, my father and grandfather also bought cars one after another. Grandpa sent me to school, so I don't have to get up early to squeeze the bus anymore.

If I say this, maybe people will think that my family is a rich man doing business. Don't! I want to tell you that my home is just an ordinary teacher's home that has lasted for four generations. The beautiful "transformation" of a big family is recorded in grandpa's photo album.

In his spare time, grandpa likes to show me these photo albums. Through photos, I feel the great changes of the times.

I remember the photo of my grandfather sweating at his desk in the study. At that time, my grandfather was already a famous scholar and professor. However, the so-called study is the narrow bedroom of the whole family, and a few books are barely squeezed in. Let alone air conditioning at home, there is not even an electric fan. In midsummer, the curtains that cover the scorching sun are actually replaced by old newspapers. At night, a small light bulb hanging overhead is responsible for all the lighting. Grandpa said that dad's myopia was a hidden danger buried at that time. Another photo is where my grandparents lived when they were young. I don't believe that teachers' dormitories in key middle schools are similar to small farmhouses. It is this small bungalow of several square meters that accompanied them through one rainy day after another and sent away their best youth.

Since the reform and opening up, the pictures in the photos have changed with each passing day. What impressed me the most was my father when I was a child, snuggling happily in the arms of my grandparents, and the family photos of my grandparents after they moved to a new home. The family laughed so sweetly and so warmly. Grandpa said that this was a batch of houses built by the government for experts and scholars who had made outstanding contributions to the city. Grandpa zu was lucky enough to get a three-bedroom apartment with a total area of 90 square meters. In the early 1980s, it was a splendid and enviable "mansion".

Now, more photos of grandpa are stored in the computer. When I turned on the computer, there were not only the smiling faces of my family celebrating the Spring Festival in Xishuangbanna holiday house, but also the photos taken by my parents in front of Van Gogh Museum and Gaudi Chita. I am particularly proud of the photos of some online celebrities taken by Grandpa, which are resplendent and magnificent, and the Hongya Cave in Qionglou Yuyu; The moment when Liziba light rail flies past the building. Chongqing, a new mountain city in the photo, really dazzled me.

Color photos record the changes of our small family and tell the great changes of our great motherland since the reform and opening up. From grandpa's photos, I saw the brilliant dawn of the great motherland to revitalize the dream of a strong new China. Although I am still a pupil under the age of 10, I can't make much contribution to the prosperity of the motherland. I can only study hard and accumulate knowledge, and when I grow up, I will become a person who contributes to the education of the motherland like my grandparents!

In my childhood, there were many happy and unforgettable things, just like the stars in the sky. Every star remembers happy and unforgettable things when he was a child.

I'll pick the most dazzling one today.

I remember the photos I took when I went to Qingdao with my grandparents in the second grade. People in the Yellow Sea are chasing the waves, and everything is refreshing.

My grandparents and I came to the seaside, and it was time for the sun to set. The sun, which has been running around in the vast sea for a day, is red and big at this time, and it doesn't look so dazzling during the day. At the moment when the sun touched the horizon, the heavens and the earth seemed to suddenly change: the clouds in the western sky seemed to be stained with rouge, and fluffy floated loosely in the crystal blue sky, like a smooth blue satin embroidered with layers of orange-red patterns. Against the blue sky and colorful clouds, the vast sea is also beautiful. Transpiration of water vapor looms over the sea, faintly flashing seven-color aperture. The sand plants on the beach in the distance, surrounded by red light, are like fairy flowers and Yao grass born in the sky. Occasionally passing seabirds also add a little vitality to this static beauty (I excitedly said to my grandfather, "I want to take a picture here." I posed and grandpa quickly pressed the shutter.

Although time has passed for a long time, this unforgettable photo still often appears in my mind.

There is a photo on my desk. In the photo, a small green watermelon seedling stands upright, with a short stem and exuberance in a dark corner. This seedling always gives me great encouragement when I am in trouble. Looking at this photo, I fell into memories. ...

It was a summer vacation. I went to my grandfather's house in the country to spend the summer vacation with my parents. One day, I was doing my summer homework in the yard and doing a math problem. Suddenly, I lost my mind. Looking at the mathematical symbols in the pen, I suddenly felt bored, so I threw the book aside and ate watermelon in the small pavilion. When I was chewing the sweet watermelon, I fingered the watermelon seeds on the table. Looking at the seeds on the table, I suddenly picked a few on a whim, threw them in the corner of the yard, buried them in the grass, and walked to the kitchen with watermelon skin.

Then, lightning flashed across the sky, muffled thunder rolled, a heavy rain poured down, and successive raindrops fell on the soil in the bucket, and the soil was soaked by rain. Looking at the downpour outside the window, I can't help worrying about the watermelon seeds that have just been buried in the soil: I wonder if they were washed away by the heavy rain? But I don't know, a few watermelon seeds have been unconsciously buried in the wet soil.

The next morning, the rain stopped and the sun showed half a face in the white clouds. Soft sunshine sprinkled on the yard, quietly weaving pieces of golden light on every inch of land. I ran to the yard happily, jumped around in the yard, looked around, and suddenly a touch of new green flashed through my eyes. I quickly took a closer look and found that it was actually a newborn seedling. Light green exudes a vibrant atmosphere around the corner. Two soft and light green leaves spread slightly upward. The light green stems are thin and short, and the breeze blows. The whole seedling dances in the wind, like a delicate little girl, but I don't know why, in this dark corner, its light green stems and light green leaves look so strong and tall. I quickly took out my camera and photographed it.

Looking at the bright green in the corner, my eyes can't help but get wet. Yes, even such a petite watermelon seedling can survive in adversity and emerge from its shell. So when I encounter difficulties, why can't I try to overcome them? With this in mind, I firmly turned around, walked into the study, opened the book, picked up a pen, and seriously studied the math problem again. ...

The sun shines faintly on the desk and on the saplings in the photo, emitting a faint golden light. I looked at the watermelon seedling in the photo and said to myself: I also want to learn from this young seedling, and I don't flinch, fear or give up in the face of difficulties. I will try my best to overcome difficulties and become braver and stronger!

Once when I was cleaning my room, I accidentally turned to an album with the cover of "photos of my family".

It is covered with dust. I couldn't help but open it and saw a photo of my childhood. I smiled so brightly that I was still eating in my mouth ... Gee, this picture is so dirty, and it is covered with something like oil, which smells bad and was bitten by a mouse.

I threw this photo into the trash can without hesitation, but it floated out of the trash can again. I picked him up again and looked at him carefully. This is a photo I took with my elders when I was five years old. Grandpa hugged me and sat in the middle, next to my father, my mother, my third mother, my third uncle, Xue Nan's sister and my aunt ... Obviously, this is a family photo of our Xue family at that time, and it should be one for each family. At that time, I was the youngest child in my family. My grandfather hugged me and I smiled in his arms.

Seeing this photo, I can't help crying, ah, my good grandfather. I remembered an unexpected thing that happened one afternoon when I was seven years old. It was a sunny afternoon, the wind was smiling, and all the flowers and trees in the sun were smiling. I am very happy to jump rubber bands in the yard of the community. Suddenly my father told me to go home, but I still couldn't bear to go back. Father said angrily, "Hurry up, you've been playing all morning!" " "I went home sadly, as if I was not ready to cry. As soon as I entered the room, I saw my parents packing their bags and said that they would take me back to Cyclobalanopsis (a county town in Cyclobalanopsis Heilongjiang, which is my hometown). I asked them why. They said my grandmother would celebrate her 60th birthday, and I jumped for joy.

When I arrived in Cyclobalanopsis, I thought I would take it to my grandmother's house. My father took me to the hospital without saying anything. I looked at my father doubtfully and asked him why. Dad said angrily, "You are a hundred thousand, so you know why!" " "I was scared to cry.

Mother said angrily to her father, "What happened to the child?" ! Did the child annoy you? ! "I was scared to cry when I saw my parents angry.

We came to the hospital, entered a ward, and saw people crying around a hospital bed, where my grandfather was lying. Dad couldn't hide it from me, so he said to me, "Grandpa had a car accident and his life and death are uncertain."

I shouted, "Grandpa, get up quickly!" " Get up! I am yours, and your baby is happy! Lele wants to ride a big horse! "Looking at grandpa motionless, there is no sound at all. I cried all afternoon, but no one advised me. I didn't even eat ... I didn't start eating until grandpa woke up the next day. But grandpa is paraplegic.

Now, my grandfather takes a lot of medicine every day, and his legs hurt when it rains and blows. My third mother must rub it for him every day ... who can give me a healthy grandfather! My dream of going to Beijing with grandpa was shattered. Now my grandfather can't even leave the house. He sits in the house every day. ...

Thinking of this, I thought this family photo was precious, so I put this old photo in my pocket. I will keep it in mind carefully and wish grandpa a speedy recovery.