An old photo, fourth grade composition

In our daily study, work and life, everyone often comes into contact with writing, which can improve our language organization ability. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is an old photo I collected for you. I hope it will help you. An old photo Grade 4 Composition 1

When it comes to childhood, everyone is happy in the impression; The mention of photos is beautiful in everyone's impression. However, there is such a person who took a photo in his childhood, but this photo is not happy, not beautiful, but sad. So, who is he? Yes, he was Jiasheng Wang, the only survivor of the Japanese invaders bombing Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28th, 1937.

At that time, everywhere was filled with the smell of smoke left by the bomb explosion, and fresh air could no longer be smelled; The smoke left by the bomb has spread to the whole sky, and the blue sky can no longer be seen. Our one-year-old little Jia Sheng was wearing a tattered dress. He sat on the platform alone and cried, "Dad, Mom, where are you? I'm afraid ..." His eyes were red and swollen, and his voice was getting louder and louder, but no one answered him. He is the only survivor, and his parents have given their precious lives to protect him. However, what happened at that time?

On August 28th, 1937, the crowds surged at Shanghai South Railway Station. As the North Station has been completely blocked by Japan, everyone can only escape from the South Station. Just as everyone was looking forward to leaving Shanghai, a "hell on earth", tragedy happened. Only heard the roar of aircraft engines in the air, people began to get anxious, and countless people were trampled to death and crushed to death. Just then, several bombs were dropped from the plane, and in an instant, flames, smoke and death came to report one after another; Houses were razed to the ground, the station was in ruins, rivers of blood flowed on the tracks, countless people were swallowed up by the fire, and the smell of death was everywhere. Only Xiaojiasheng survived. Although Xiao Jiasheng was finally rescued by Soviet personnel, it has caused irreparable harm to his young mind.

Although the people of China won the victory in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, we should always remember this period of history. An old photo Grade 4 Composition 2

Whenever I pick up this photo, my memory will always be stopped at that moment, the incident of Japanese bombing of Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28, 1937.

On that morning, before the war, the sun was shining viciously on the earth, and there was a scene of people coming and going at Shanghai South Railway Station. Some people rolled quilts together and carried them on their shoulders, while others were walking in a hurry without stopping. The executors stood on the rooftop, maintaining the way people walked. Shanghai South Railway Station is a lively scene, which can be orderly.

But after a few minutes, what happened surprised us: "There was a rumbling sound in the sky, and then several missiles were fired. When people heard the noise, they immediately put down their things and fled. Some people said," Woo-hoo, run, run. " The scene immediately became a mess, and people were at a loss. Some people threw their luggage about, not only hurting others, but also hurting themselves. Some people put down their luggage and ran around, and trampled others. The scene ran from time to time, that is, some people were shot by missiles and died. Some people were trampled to death by others, and others were killed by falling stones.

After the bombing, the sky was gloomy and covered with smoke. The overpass in the distance was crushed and the building was broken by bullets. Nearby, the track was distorted. At this time, I saw a little boy about two years old sitting on the railroad track. He was sallow and emaciated, as if to say, "Mom, where are you?" Dad, where are you? Where is this? Why am I here? Why did you leave me here? Where did you go?

Now our life is so beautiful, everything we have experienced has no harm at all, and we simply don't know how much harm the struggle has brought us. What about that little boy? Their era was a struggle, and many people died silently in the war. What kind of world would it be if there was no war but peace? Every corner of the world we look forward to is blooming with flowers of peace. An old photo 3

I dug out an old photo from the box and looked at it carefully. It reminded me of good memories when I was a child, and those scenes are still fresh in my mind.

that day, it was a rainy day, and the rain suddenly fell, "Tick-tock …" slapped the earth and made a clear sound. It was a special day, because it was my birthday. My relatives came all the way to celebrate me, and my father came back specially during his busy working hours. When I got home, I found colorful balloons hanging everywhere. Naively, I took them off the wall. As a result, they accidentally exploded, scaring myself. I ran to the second floor curiously, and the stairs were beautifully decorated. When I stepped into the second floor, a sweet song came "Happy Birthday to you ……", and my relatives came towards me, pushing cakes and singing songs happily. I ran to them happily, looked at the delicious three-layer cake and laughed happily. They took out their own gifts and gave them to me. I walked comically with the gifts folded high, and took these beloved gifts to the room. Then he ran out and came to the cake to start tasting. I put my hands together and made my wish.

There is a number "5" on the cake, because it is my fifth birthday. I blew out the candle, and my parents took my hand to cut the cake. Suddenly, when I was unprepared, my naughty brother put cream on my forehead, and my sister quickly took a picture of me. I also got some cream to put on my brother's face. I laughed when I saw my brother's funny look. That night, the family was so warm and happy. This should be my happiest birthday!

Now, looking back at this old photo from seven years ago, I can't help feeling that I was really naive at that time. It's hard to have such a happy birthday now, because everyone is going their separate ways. I really hope that time will stay at that time forever. An old photo 4

On my desk, there is such a photo: I am dressed as Santa Claus in the photo, and my smile is as bright as the sun. Looking at the photos, my memory brought me back to that unforgettable night.

It was the night before Christmas. After I dressed up, I took the exquisite candy I bought with my pocket money and prepared to go to the supermarket with my parents. Tonight, I want to be a "little Christmas girl" and give gifts to people in the past, bringing blessings and happiness to everyone. At the gate of the supermarket, an aunt led a little girl past me. "Mom, is this an angel sent by Santa Claus? Is she here to give us a present? " My little sister stopped, pointed at me and asked. In my aunt's smiling eyes, I immediately greeted her, leaned down and gently put the candy in my little sister's hand: "Yes, Santa Claus sent me to give you a present. Merry Christmas to you! " "Thank you!" My little sister left with her aunt's hand contentedly. There are more and more people in front of the supermarket, and I sent my blessings to these people who have never met before. It's cold outside, but my heart is surrounded by a thick warmth. Their happy smiles deeply infect me. It turns out that being able to bring happiness to others is my greatest happiness!

Finally, I took out the only two sweets left in my bag and came to my mother: "Merry Christmas, Mom!" " "Thank you. Merry Christmas to you, too!" Mother said to me with a smile. "Click" and "click", my father on the side quickly took this unforgettable moment with his camera. Now whenever I see this photo, my heart is still full of happiness and gratitude. "Give a rose, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand", which is my greatest achievement that night! This photo has also become my most unforgettable photo. An old photo 5

This photo was taken by a reporter on August 28th, 1937 when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station.

In the photo, a little boy was black and blue, sitting in the ruins and crying. His face is covered with dust and blood, and he looks very pitiful!

Suddenly, a scene appeared in my mind: On August 28th, 1937, the little boy was going back to his hometown to visit his relatives with his parents. The little boy's parents asked him to wait in front of the train when he put his luggage away. Waiting and waiting, the little boy saw an insect. Because of his curiosity, the little boy walked quickly to the insect. Just listen to the sound of "bang-",the little boy turned around and saw that the train behind him had already turned into ruins! The overpass was broken and the railway became crooked. The little boy ran to the ruins crying. Although it was far from the train, the little boy was blown black and blue. However, the little boy seemed to forget the pain and continued to run to the ruins. Running too fast, the little boy fell down. He got up, sat on the crooked railway and cried, "Mom and Dad, where are you?" A reporter saw it, filmed it and took the little boy home ...

I want to say to the Japanese invaders, "You were born of your parents, and you are also flesh and blood. If you have no parents, no home and no support, how would you feel? Please don't hurt those innocent children again. " For the sake of peace, the whole world should act in unison to maintain peace and stop war! Let the 21st century, where footsteps can already be heard, ring the death knell for war, and let tomorrow's world truly become a human home full of sunshine, flowers and love! An old photo

I saw an old photo in a Chinese book, which was marked with the real scene taken by a reporter when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station on August 28, 1937. I felt a lot when I saw this photo, which was much older than me.

In a large piece of ruins, the little boy sat with his legs spread out, his clothes were in rags, and the little boy cried in despair. No one was there, except him, and no one survived.

The railway station, what a bustling place it is, but the Japanese devils flew by with a "rinse" sound in the air, and several missiles dropped in response, and the originally bustling railway station became a ruin with a "dragon" sound. At the railway station, we usually have to fight hard to get on the train. The carriages are already crowded with people, let alone sitting, and even standing is very crowded. Now let the Japanese invaders bomb like this, and the only survivor is a little boy. How many people have died! Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands ... Any number is possible, which shows how inhuman and tragic this bombing is!

As you can imagine, the scene was in chaos at that time. Everyone would not give up his life, and no one was willing to wait for death to befall him. This is human nature and cannot be changed, so people squeezed others harder to let themselves have a way to escape. Maybe the little boy was shocked by the powerful air billow of the missile and escaped. I don't know how many people died just by stepping on it.

The little boy's relatives were killed by missiles. What about the little boy? You can't stay in an orphanage all your life, can you? If you stay in an orphanage all your life, it will shorten the future of the little boy. Even if you grow up and have no education, you can only help others with hard work. How much money can you earn by doing hard work? The bombing brought by the Japanese not only took countless lives, but also ruined the little boy's life. War is so hateful!

I hereby solemnly appeal to the whole world: "Stop the war and let the children have a peaceful living environment!" An old photo 7

I dug up an old photo in the bookcase of my study. The photo has turned yellow. It shows a little girl with an innocent smile. She is wearing a red coat with a small hole in the cuff. The sun shone on the little girl's face. She narrowed her eyes slightly and her face was filled with happiness.

I'm a little confused. I haven't seen this little girl before, but I have a familiar feeling. In the evening, my mother came back, and the family was eating delicious food. Everyone talked and laughed. Then I remembered the little girl in the photo, so I ran to the study and took out the photo. "Mom and Dad, who is the little girl in this photo?" I handed the photo to my mother, hoping she could give me an answer. My mother took the photo and smiled gently. My father looked at the little girl in the photo and laughed. I am even more confused. "Who is it?" "This is Mom." Mom looked at me and said. "ah? Really? " I looked at the little girl with shabby clothes and dark face in the photo, which was very inconsistent with such a beautiful mother now. "There is a story in this photo." Mom looked at the photo and her thoughts went back to the past. It is a poor mountain village, where my mother was born. When I was a child, my family was not rich, and my mother always wore the clothes left by my sister. The photo was taken on my mother's 7th birthday. It is a friend's camera borrowed by my mother's brother-in-law. The red coat that my mother is wearing is her best and latest dress. Although it is still worn out, my mother likes it very much. Mom took a photo for the first time and looked at this novel thing. She was both looking forward to and nervous. Mom recalled that she was a little sad before. Although the living conditions at that time were very bad, she was sincerely happy and happy for one thing. "Now, I seem to have a lot, but I often feel a little sad." Dad seems to think of the past, too, and slightly lowers his head.

Listening to the stories of my parents when they were young, they sometimes smile and sometimes feel sad, which belongs to their youth and memories. I listened, and I was sad and happy with them. Now I wonder if my childhood will be like this. An old photo 8

When you mention an old photo, many people will think of their happy childhood. However, the old photo I'm going to show today will remind you of the inhuman war 6 years ago.

On August 28th, 1937, the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station. This photo was taken by the reporters at that time.

On this day, as usual, the surging crowds in Shanghai South Railway Station kept flowing. At this moment, the sound of "Weng Weng" enemy planes suddenly came from the sky. Before people woke up, there were several loud bangs. Suddenly, the train station was full of smoke and the building collapsed. The cries and shouts of "the Japanese plane is coming", "Run, run" and "Mom and Dad" suddenly became one, and people were in a panic and at a loss. But the enemy's bombing continued, and the overpass collapsed. At this time, the railway station was in ruins. People stopped surging, and pieces of bodies fell to the ground.