An old photograph

In daily study, work and life, many people write compositions, which can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions and college compositions (papers). I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is a composition of an old photo I collected. Welcome to read the collection.

An old photo composition 1 Speaking of old photos, people usually associate them with fond memories of childhood, and this old photo I showed is the scene of Japanese bombing of the South Station of Shanghai Railway Station on August 28th. 1937. The collapsed houses and crying children make people seem to have returned to the humiliating era when the Chinese nation was bullied. ...

On this day, Shanghai South Railway Station, as usual, was filled with surging crowds. People are waiting for the train in the waiting room. Some people are too tired to fall asleep. They must have dreamed of their hometown in their sleep. Their long-cherished hometown has changed. But what they didn't expect was that it was not a train, but a devastating disaster. ...

There was a loud noise and the earth seemed to be shaking. Cement fragments fell from the ceiling and the window glass was shattered. Oh, my God, what happened here? Driven by the desire for survival, people rushed to the exit. Many people were trampled to death while fleeing for their lives, and the scene was in chaos. After several loud noises, Japanese artillery shells landed on this fertile land one after another.

After the bombing, the station was in ruins in smoke. The twisted overpass hangs down from mid-air, the collapsed houses are crooked, the brick fragments are soaked with human blood, the twisted railway winds into the distance, and the whole railway station is silent and lifeless.

Suddenly, a shout broke the silence. Among the scattered tracks, there was a little boy in rags. His eyes are black, full of helplessness and panic. He cried loudly with his mouth open, as if accusing the Japanese of crimes.

Yes, it is the war that makes people homeless. It destroyed happy families and shattered children's childhood dreams. May this historical tragedy never happen again, may every family not be destroyed, and may all children grow up happily. We want peace, not war!

1On August 28th, 937, the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station, and the originally calm Shanghai was suddenly full of corpses and smoke.

There is a little boy sitting in the ruins. He is crying because no one takes care of him. He was hungry and didn't eat. He was thirsty and didn't drink water. Students will be surprised: where did his parents go? It turned out to be like this: that morning, the little boy and his parents went to Hangzhou to play by train. But before we got on the bus, three Japanese planes flew over and the missile fell "bang bang". The young mother hurried out of the waiting room with her little boy in her arms. Just then, a missile landed right next to them, and mom and dad were blown off by the missile forever. The little boy escaped this difficulty because he was protected by his mother.

However, can he survive without relatives? Maybe not. He will run after his parents in the future. Perhaps, at the age of two or so, he was adopted by a kind-hearted person and avenged his original beautiful home when he grew up. What caused all this? This is war! The war destroyed Shanghai, took away peace and displaced countless people. The war made it impossible for children to return to their warm homes, leaving only grief; No more happy laughter, leaving only lonely and helpless tears; There is no happy childhood, only painful war memories. The happiness of the past is gone, but the war has brutally taken it all away!

Although the content recorded in this photo has become history, the world is not very peaceful now. There are still evil bullets threatening the delicate "flower of peace" in the world, and many people cry for the war. Because of this, I am here to shout loudly: "Save the children, want peace instead of war, and let every child grow up happily under the care of his parents."

Composition of an old photo 3 Every photo is a memory of every time.

I was alone at home, holding a dusty photo album and watching it quietly.

A photo caught my attention. That is a withered flower. I want to know why I am interested in taking such photos. Finally remembered the origin of this photo.

I was going to take part in a photo contest that day, so I brought a digital camera to capture the colors of spring. When I came to the park, I was greeted by flowers of various shapes. The colors and shapes are carefully cultivated and people love them very much. All kinds of flowers are intertwined, which is particularly spectacular.

But this makes me feel very uncomfortable, because in other places, where people don't pay attention, because the stone chair covers the flowers of the sun, the petals droop feebly, no one waters them, and there is no moisture from the sun, but at least, its stem is straight and still struggling.

Those ornamental flowers are carefully cared for and sought after by people every day. And the flowers that are blocked from the sunshine and strive for the sunshine are humble but strong in the corner. Although this flower is humble, it is still alive. This reminds me of a poem by Yuan Mei, Moss:

Life is not everywhere, youth is just coming.

Although moss is as small as rice, it also blooms like peony.

An old photo composition 41937 On August 28th, the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station, and the reporter recorded the real scene with the lens.

In the photo, I saw the cruel side of the invaders. On that day, people came and went at Shanghai Railway Station as usual. Suddenly, the Japanese attacked the railway station with bombs, and the railway station was in ruins. The beautiful overpass was blown out of shape and the track was blown up. The people fled desperately, but they could not escape the violent bombs and collapsed rubble, and the littered bodies were shocking.

At this time, a poor little boy was separated from his parents. There is bright red blood on his face and arms. I don't know whether he was injured by rubble or by a bomb. At the moment, the little boy is crying loudly: "Mom, Dad, where are you?" Don't leave me here alone. "Where did his parents go? In the ruins not far away, the child's parents are bloody and have lost their lives.

What will be the future of children? Maybe they were adopted by good people, maybe they were sent to an orphanage, maybe they starved to death on the streets. I really can't imagine, what a poor child!

The war brought us great disaster. We should maintain peace and stay away from war. I hope that tomorrow's world will truly become a human home full of sunshine, flowers and love.

Today, I saw an old black-and-white photo in a Chinese book, which truly recorded the scene of the Japanese invaders bombing Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th. 1937. Looking at this photo, I saw that terrible scene in my mind.

On that day, the citizens just got the news that Japan bombed Shanghai, packed their bags and ran to the railway station to escape. The train station was suddenly crowded with people, and everyone rushed to buy tickets, hoping to get on the bus early. Yuanyuan's family is no exception. Mom, dad and Yuanyuan came to the platform. Suddenly, several black spots appeared in the sky, "Ah! Japanese bombers are coming, and they are going to blow up the railway station! " I don't know who shouted, everyone ran away in fear, and the railway station was in chaos. Boom bombs fell one after another, and the originally good overpass suddenly became dilapidated; This beautiful house was razed to the ground by the bomb in an instant. In order not to hurt their son, Yuan Yuan's parents used their bodies to protect him, but unfortunately they were killed by evil shrapnel.

Two-year-old Yuan Yuan was in rags, with many injuries on his face and body. He sat beside the bombed-out railway tracks and looked helplessly at everything around him. Before the smoke of the war was exhausted, a reporter rushed to the scene, photographed the young survivor on the ruined platform, saved the young Yuanyuan, held him in his arms and rushed out of the train station.

The war has brought great harm to people, resulting in the tragedy of family destruction and death, making many people homeless and fleeing everywhere. I think: if a fairy can satisfy one of my wishes, then I hope that the world will be peaceful forever, and people all over the world will get along with * * * day and night and stop provoking bloody wars.

An old photo composition 6 Time flies, I changed from a little boy with a runny nose to a firm boy with hope and ideals, and gradually grew up. What is left for me in time?

One day, I was idle, opened an album, looked back at the past in my childhood memory, and gradually realized that time had brought me growth and experience. Inadvertently, my eyes touched a photo of a group of children wearing military uniforms smiling in the sun, and my thoughts could not help but return to that time of military training.

It was an unforgettable time. I remember that was the first time I put on my military training uniform. Under the scorching sun, I was corrected again and again by the instructor and practiced my movements repeatedly. I still remember the mistake of being reprimanded loudly by the instructor and sent to the playground. As a result, my classmates ran with me, and we laughed wantonly in the sun. I still remember that under the starry sky, we sang military songs loudly and talked about our ideals with each other. At that time, I was also firm in my dreams and future goals. It was also during that time that I grew up a lot. Understand the truth of persistence.

Now I see myself and my friends in military training, and I find that three years have passed, and everyone has grown up unconsciously, but did our dreams come true at that time? Seeing our silly smiles in the photo, the corners of our mouths inadvertently rose.

The beautiful picture of the past was fixed at that moment, but the beautiful memory still exists in my mind. This old photo not only records beautiful moments, but also connects the past time. ...

An old photo composition 7 Not long ago, I accidentally saw a colorful but old-fashioned photo at my grandmother's house. I showed it to my grandmother curiously and asked her, "Grandma, when was this photo taken?" Who's the man up here? "Grandma looked at the photo and smiled." Didn't you see it? "This is a photo I took with your grandfather when I was a child!" After listening to grandma's words, I was more curious, so I took grandma's hand and begged, "grandma, grandma, tell me the story of your childhood with grandpa!" " "Grandma looked at me and said," Well, I'll tell you something. "

Grandpa and grandma lived in Hua Kai county since childhood, and were introduced by others. Because the relationship between Taiwan Province Province and our mainland was very tense at that time, it didn't take long for them to know each other, and Grandpa responded to the call of the state to go to Fujian as a soldier. Later, due to his outstanding performance in the army and the need to prepare for war at that time, grandpa didn't go home for three years. During these three years, grandpa often wrote to grandma to express his homesickness, and grandma also wrote back to encourage grandpa to guard the border.

Once, in order to give grandpa a surprise, grandma secretly took a bus and changed trains. It took three days to visit grandpa at his army station. Grandpa suddenly saw grandma standing at the gate of the army barracks. He was so moved that he took his grandmother to the town to take this photo the next day. The photos taken in those days were all black and white, and grandpa specially asked the people in the photo studio to add color to the black and white photos with the technology of that era. Grandma smiled and said, "This is the first color photo of our family!" " "

It turns out that there is such a touching story in a small photo, and I admire my grandparents from the bottom of my heart. In such a difficult time, they gave up their families to protect everyone and spent their youth for the peace of the motherland. I want to learn from them!

An old photo composition 8 You are all familiar with a photo, but today this photo has brought me great shock. Does everyone want to know the story in the photo? Let me tell you something!

On August 28th, 1937, Shanghai South Railway Station remained as usual, with neat houses and straight rails leading to the distance, and many people were waiting for the train to go home.

A mother takes her children to deliver meals to her husband, who is a China soldier guarding Shanghai South Railway Station. Less than half way through the meal, an uncle came running with a big sweat and said that Japanese invaders had been found nearby. At this time, his father immediately got up and prepared to start fighting. At that time, the children didn't know anything and just played there. At this time, the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station. The house collapsed, and there was a roar and crying. The overpass has collapsed by more than half. In this pile of ruins, the poor little boy is crying. He covered his face with his hands sadly and cried, "Mom and Dad". The air is full of smoke. Because his mother was protecting it with her whole body, she was unfortunately killed.

Their home was unrecognizable, the house was bombed, the little boy's clothes were tattered, his body was covered with scars, and his tears kept flowing. Remember to find him and send the little boy to the orphanage. The little boy grew up, studied hard and finally became a soldier. He wants to avenge his parents.

After reading this photo, I hate war. We long for peace and look forward to it! I hope there will be no war in the future, only peace and joy!

1937 On August 28th, a little boy and his mother came to a crowded railway station, ready to go to a place where there was no war.

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded. A Japanese plane appeared in the sky, and the crowd was terrified. Mother picked up the little boy and ran away. Bombs kept falling from the air, and there were wailing, crying and heartbreaking shouts in my ears ... many people fell down. The sun machine in the sky seemed to grin and dropped many bombs. Mother saw a bomb flying towards her, about to explode, and threw the little boy out in despair. The little boy was knocked unconscious and survived, but his mother fell in a pool of blood.

The little boy woke up and saw his mother leave and cried. I cried for a long time and finally stopped crying. He searched everywhere for bodies and rivers of blood, and finally found his mother's mutilated body. Suddenly, a dilapidated building collapsed and buried her mother. He saw his mother's necklace, picked it up and put it on his chest, staring blankly.

An Eighth Route Army looking for survivors saw him and took him back to the army. The little boy grew up and became an anti-Japanese hero.

Every time I look at this old photo, I suddenly feel much better now. How happy we are to live in a country without war. We should study hard and serve our motherland.

An old photo composition101937 On August 28th, there were some shops in a busy railway station. Some food was put on the booth. People buy them and eat them on the train. Sitting in a chair is a rest.

Suddenly, dozens of planes fell from the sky and immediately dropped dozens of bombs. It turned out that human invaders threw bombs like raindrops. Buildings on the ground were destroyed, smoke was blown away for tens of meters, and there were cries everywhere on the ground. People who didn't take enough measures were frightened and bombs fell one after another. There is also a little boy here. He may have separated from his parents, covered his face with dirty little hands and cried. His eyes are so scared and helpless. The bustling scene around changed into a pile of ruins. People ran away in panic. Only the lower boys sat there, covered in blood, shouting, "Mom, where are you?" Don't leave me alone, mom. Mom! "He sat in the ruins, wearing naked clothes, looking at broken overpasses, twisted lanes, broken houses and debris on the ground. He dared not face the cruel reality and wondered where his parents were.

Japanese invaders, will you be sad if your motherland becomes like this? Do you have the heart to let the mother lose her child, the wife lose her husband, lover and the child lose her parents? I hate this explosion because it has brought countless disasters to people. Don't you want peace and a lasting war? It is very powerful. Let's act together to maintain peace and stop the war. Let us ring the death knell of war and bombing. Let's turn tomorrow's world into a real human home full of sunshine, flowers and love. ! ! !

An old photo composition 1 1 Do you know the war of 1937? Japan bombed Shanghai South Railway Station. In the middle of the tracks, a little boy was crying in the ruins. ...

Before the explosion, the railway station was crowded with people. Some people rushed to the train with their bags on their backs to do business in other places, some people bid farewell to their distant relatives, and some people were carrying their children to flee for their lives in other places ... The railway station here is still running normally on time, but suddenly a Japanese bomber came over the Shanghai Railway Station, and people heard the sound of the Japanese bomber "rumbling", terrified and desperately fled, but many people failed to escape from the bombing area. One child in the crowd was lucky. He didn't die, but his parents were gone, because during the bombing, his parents pushed him away to protect him. The little boy didn't know what was going on. Looking around the ruins, he found that his parents were gone, so he shouted, "Dad, Mom, where are you?" I want my mother. "Then he burst into tears, the bombing was over, the train station was no longer crowded with people, and no one answered the little boy, only crying in the train station.

The bell of peace has not yet rung, and the war continues. Here, I call for peace and reject war.

An old photo composition121937 On August 28th, the Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station.

With the deafening explosion, Shanghai South Railway Station was in ruins: the waiting room was gone, the building collapsed, the railway tracks were blown up and the train was blown up. A child who seems to be only two or three years old miraculously survived the bombing. He was in rags and terrified. Crying in despair, crying and shouting: "Mom and Dad, where are you?" "Mom and Dad don't leave me. I'm so scared. Please help me." His bloody face was washed out by tears, and he cried even more sadly at the surrounding ruins and scary bones.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the ruins. Could it be his parents? Are his parents still alive? The child climbed over with both hands and feet in despair and was scratched by hard iron. He finally climbed over and looked at his parents who were crushed under the rubble, eager to save them, but he was too young to have that ability, so he could only cry loudly for his parents. His mother comforted him in a weak voice: "Don't cry, son, you have to live well!" " Then he died.

Japanese bombers are still hovering in the air, and children who have lost their parents are still crying, sadder and more desperate. At this moment, a reporter came and hugged him and said to him, "Don't be afraid, son, I'll get you out of here." The child's crying subsided because of shame and followed the reporter out of the ruins.

Did you get a look at him? Did you see the sad and tragic picture at that time? Did you hear that? Did you hear the child's sad cry? At this moment, a voice sounded in my ear: Let's stay away from war and maintain peace together!

An old photo composition 13 The weather turned cold, and an autumn wind blew into the window, setting off a unique photo. That photo carries interesting memories of my classmates and me.

I remember it was autumn, and our school held a traditional track and field meeting. In the mid-term, 400 meters can best reflect my strength. When I arrived at the competition site, my fighting spirit was high, but when I saw young athletes standing around me, my fighting spirit was gone. Thank you, Mr. Zhao, the class teacher, for encouraging us runners. With a gunshot, the fierce game began. I was still in the middle (a group of six people) in the first half. In the second half, some people gradually lost their strength, while others ran more and more vigorously. The last 50 meters sprint, desperate efforts to spell the mirror, full of the hope of the whole class. The teacher's pride won the second place in this group, not bad.

There is still one event left in the sports meeting, which is also the most intense, and that is tug of war!

The most exciting tug-of-war is about to begin. I don't know which hand stinks and draws the strongest Class 5! Class 5 is the first in track and field total score! Our brothers are all gearing up and eager to try. With a gunshot, we fought fiercely with Class 5. I fought side by side with my good friend Luo. His face was flushed and my hands were burning. No one in our class dares to let it go, and no one can let it go. The red flag in the middle of the rope seems to be floating towards us, and finally we won! In the final final, we gradually lost our strength, but at the end of the new words, there was an "anchor needle" to tie the rope around our waist, which was calm and calm. Just when we were about to hold on, suddenly came the encouragement from Teacher Zhao and Class Two. We are full of energy in an instant, and the red flag of victory is on our side, ranking first in the class. I am so excited!

It's a unique photo with classmates' friendship and bearing our laughter.

The composition of an old photo in Shanghai is changing every day 14. If you don't pay attention, you will find that the periphery of your life has changed. So my mother likes to take some photos casually, thinking that she can leave traces of change. In some photos she shared with us, I think the most obvious change should be the roads in the community.

The roads in the community have been repaired and patched many times, and the old and new traces are obvious. My parents say this is an old community, so it can only be patched up like this. Although there is nothing new on the surface, it feels particularly obvious when it rains, especially when it rains heavily. In the past, there was a lot of water when it rained. When I go to school, even if I wear rain boots, the water will still sink into my shoes, and sometimes I will worry about falling. Now there is less water on the road, and the rain can flow away smoothly in case of heavy rain in time. The original sewer was replaced with a new system. At this time, I realized that we can't just focus on superficial tinkering, but inner improvement is the real change.

The roads around the community are also changing. The old grey cement road has been replaced by a new black asphalt road. Near the innermost part of the asphalt road, a red pedestrian lane has been paved for pedestrians to walk or jog. In the photo, there is no special pedestrian lane on the roads around the community. People, motor vehicles and non-motor vehicles all exercise on this road, which is crowded and particularly dangerous. Now, between the pedestrian lane and the driveway, a railing is installed at regular intervals. There are flower pots on the railing, and green plants and azaleas are planted to separate pedestrians from cars, which makes it feel much safer.

Shanghai's reform and opening up not only promoted scientific and technological progress, but also improved our living environment. How nice!

An old photo composition 15 An old photo, lying quietly on the table ... This is a photo of my father when he was a child. Because of too long time, this photo has changed color in some places, but the characters can still be seen clearly. When I was a child, my father stood on Mount Lin Ting and looked into the distance. He is wearing a brown leather coat and a pair of white sports shoes, which are his father's favorite birthday gifts. According to my father, he wanted to eat cake, but he couldn't, so he got this dress. He and his grandparents came to Lin Ting Park by bike from the countryside. Dad told me that there were no tall buildings in Kunshan at that time, and there were only a few chimneys standing alone on the ground in the photo. At that time, there was a stadium at the foot of Lin Ting Park. My father stood on a big stone and took this photo. Behind dad is the stadium, and now the stadium has become a forest.

At that time, it took two hours to go to Lin Ting Park by bike. My father has been there once in a blue moon. He is always looking forward to going to Lin Ting Park. At that time, he liked to play bumper cars in the amusement park at the foot of the mountain, but the fare of bumper cars was 5 yuan, which was not a small sum at that time! Because of this, dad rarely has a chance to sit. Once, he played once as he wished, and he was very excited. There were not many photos of my father going to Lin Ting Park when he was a child, which made these three photos even more precious.

Today's Lin Ting Park is brand-new. The long climbing stone steps are arranged neatly, and the flowers and trees all over the mountain make people shine. Gu Memorial Hall displays the deeds of sages. I can climb mountains every week. The western hills are green in spring, the ponds are clear in summer, the leaves are like butterflies in autumn, and the snowflakes are like flocs in winter. Lin Ting Park is really beautiful. ...

These three photos have been dusty in the album until they are taken out today. The edge of the photo is a little blue, but the color is still the same, as if taking us back to 30 years ago. ...