A photo, sixth grade composition

In study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? Below is a photo I arranged for you. The composition of the sixth grade is for reference only. Let's have a look.

A photo A photo is an interesting story, a photo is a beautiful memory, and there are many beautiful photos at home.

One day, I dug up all my old photos and enjoyed them. Suddenly, a photo caught my eye. It was a photo that I remembered vividly. That's a picture of my family going to the zoo. Looking at this photo, my thoughts went back to that day. ...

It was the weekend, and my family bought tickets to watch the performance in the animal performance area. I saw a majestic lion lying on the ground, and then the staff walked slowly in the middle of the lion's stomach. Our whole family was shocked to see this scene.

Then, a parrot flew in the sky and cried, "Hello, my name is Xiaohong. Look at me!" " ! Smart and lively, welcome everyone to watch my performance. "We were all amused by its interesting language.

Just then, a black bear came over, his chubby body looked like a big black ball. I saw it rolling on the ground, like a somersault, and then jumping around on the stage. It seems to tell us: "Look at me!" Seeing its swaggering expression, some of the audience under the stage burst into laughter, and some laughed their heads off.

In our laughter, a tall and majestic elephant and a thin monkey came. They showed their skills on the stage, and the elephant turned the ball with its long nose and rolled around on both sides of the stage. The clever monkey rode a motorcycle and waved to the audience smartly, as if to say, "Haha, look at my skill, I am the best!" " The audience was conquered by its performance and applauded in unison. In the warm applause of everyone, the performance of these lovely animals is over.

Finally, we stood in a row in front of the black bear under the guidance of the animal trainer. Father smiled and mother looked at the front in horror. I once held out my scissors hand and clicked this beautiful memory at this moment.

Whenever I see this photo, I think of those naughty and lovely animals. I hope that we human beings will protect these animals and let them have a happy home like us and live happily every day.

One photo, six-grade composition, two kinds of seedlings can harvest a shade; Flying a bird can harvest a ray of life; If one pool of sewage is discharged less, one side can be harvested clean; Protect the environment once, and you can reap a home.

Once again, I stood on the small bridge in my hometown, thinking with a photo. The picture shows my hometown, and several rivers flow in the mountains. I can't help thinking. A memory jumped into my mind.

That summer, I ran in the mountains as usual. At that time, my hometown was surrounded by mountains, several rivers surrounded the village, and large bamboo forests were everywhere. I ran to the bridge and froze as soon as I stepped on it. The river under the bridge is white! I am so excited in my heart, like a few deer jumping about in my heart. This is a great discovery. Maybe I can get an award! I thought to myself. I quickly pinched my face. "ah! It really hurts! " I covered my face and talked to myself. I'm not dreaming! Look carefully, there are several dead fish floating on the river, thinking: How can there be dead fish in such a beautiful "milk river"? So, with a sense of curiosity, I walked to the river. I leaned over carefully and sniffed by the river. It stinks! I covered my nose and ran home.

As soon as I rushed into the house, I reported the big news to my mother: "Mom! I tell you, there is a white river at the other end of the mountain. There are some dead fish floating on the river, which stinks! " When my mother heard this, she showed a surprised expression, but instead of being excited, she revealed a kind of worry. I took my mother to Baihe, and when she saw it, her face was white and bloodless, and her brow wrinkled into a ball. After thinking for a moment, she looked at the factory in the distance. Looking at my sad mother, I couldn't help frowning and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Mother sighed, squatted down slowly, stroked my head and said earnestly, "Son, this river is the masterpiece of those lawless elements." . They are too greedy and selfish. They destroyed the earth, but they didn't expect them to be on it. You can't let them succeed when you grow up! "I nodded and remembered my mother's words.

That white river is actually sewage full of bleach. This river has been pounding my young heart. Have we thought about the world after that in the polluted forest?

From a fallen forest, you can see beautiful autumn; From a littered paper towel, we can see the quality of people; From a polluted river, we can see the environmental pollution. People should learn to reflect and change after suffering.

A photo composition 3 In my photo album, there are several photos, one of which I like very much. Whenever I open this thick photo album full of memories, my eyes stay on it for a long time, and a strong sense of happiness rises in my heart. This is a photo taken when I was performing with my classmates in the fourth grade.

We were standing in four rows. There are twelve students in a row, boys standing on the left and girls standing on the right. Female students are wearing beautiful skirts, bows and light makeup; Male students are serious, wearing school uniforms, bright red scarves and white cloth shoes.

I stood in front with a microphone, with Zhang Yuxuan, Xu Hainuo and Huang Bofeng behind me holding three red cards of "Xia Zhiyun"; Cai and Ou Lijun hold three green cards of sound of spring; Hu Heng, Xie Jia and Hu Zhihui hold three orange cards of Autumn Love; Liao Shiyang, Yan Xiaoshan and Pan Xiao are holding three purple cards of "Winter Love".

We stood on the playground under the blue sky, the five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, the birds were singing happily, and the students quietly enjoyed our performance and listened to the call and mumbling of ancient poems.

When our class finished the performance, it was the fifth grade performance. They are having a singing performance, which is performed by several students who are good at singing and dancing. They danced well, not only singing the beauty and tranquility of music, but also jumping out of the elegance and softness of music. The sixth grade is also dancing, but the background music is rock music.

Finally, the principal awards session. He reported the results of each class first, and then reported to the champion class: "4 1 class!" " "The principal voice down, the team broke into cheers. Yes, this is the cheers of our class 4 1!

This photo carries happiness, because it records beautiful moments; This photo is an eternal treasure, because it records happy times. This old photo is not only kept in the photo album, but also in my heart, because it keeps those beautiful, unforgettable and precious moments!

A photo mother likes traveling and taking photos very much. A whole drawer at home is full of photo albums, recording pages of scenery and memories. One is inconspicuous and not gorgeous. When I saw it, my heart trembled slightly.

That's when, yes, that's when! Suddenly remind of that moment that has been sealed in my heart for many years.

"If, after dad left, listen to mom!" This can be used as an explanation of the photo. The lonely man in the photo is my father. I was five or six years old that year, and I just felt that I would never see him again.

Thinking of the scene that day, the tip of my nose can't help being sour again. Dad just came back one day that day, and he will go back to Beijing the next morning. He also told his mother that he would go abroad for a while, so it was not convenient to contact his family. I know dad cried when he picked me up. It may be months or even years before we meet again.

I don't know why my mother took this photo, so I don't know how her mother will react when she sees it again. Maybe that's what they said-that's an adult's business.

I didn't cry at the airport that day. I'm already numb to thousands of meetings and farewells. The whole family went, grandma told dad to pay attention to his health, and aunt advised dad to go home as soon as possible. As for me and my mother, I didn't say anything-let him go. This should be what my mother wants to say.

As the boarding reminder sounded, my father turned and picked up his luggage and left. Behind him, my grandmother and aunt told me that it was the same as my mother-I still didn't say anything.

Dad suddenly turned to me at the boarding gate and said, "Loro, listen to mom after dad leaves!" " "I have no reaction to come over. My father has boarded the plane. As for later, I don't think so.

It's funny to think of it. Dad seems to say this every time he leaves, but isn't it redundant? After all, his days at home are unusually few.

I'm too lazy to think so much. Let that photo still shine faintly and eternally, and let it lie in the drawer, as everyone says-that's an adult's business, let it go!

A photo in life, there is always a moment to make you grow up quickly. That moment, bitter, sad or unforgettable ... and I grew up at that unforgettable moment.

Everyone was unhappy when they learned that there was going to be a class division last semester. Coupled with the epidemic, we thought a semester would be very long. The result passed in the blink of an eye. At the end of the semester, I packed my things and went to the examination room. I can't help but sigh: how time flies! In a blink of an eye, five years with my classmates have passed. After writing the test paper, I looked out of the window and saw the playground, and my thoughts were pulled to that day.

It was a sunny day and the teacher was going to take pictures of us. Organize the team and a group of people came to the playground. The teacher said that he would like to take pictures when he is free. I stood there with a good friend, but I was afraid to step forward. I suddenly thought: will we be like strangers next time we meet? Thinking of this, I grabbed her hand and walked to the place where I took pictures. My posture with her is very simple, compared to a love, perhaps, this is like our friendship, simple but unforgettable.

A group photo after a group photo. We posed for the camera, made a "yes" gesture, and only heard a "click" and the photo was taken. After taking the photo, I looked up and saw just a few white hairs of the head teacher. My eyes turned red and I turned around. Yes, she is the head teacher who has taught us for five years. Time makes a person much older. She has been teaching our class very hard for the past five years. I can't remember how many times she burst into tears. ...

All good things must come to an end. I don't know when we will meet again next time. This is my first taste of parting. The word "parting" also taught me to grow up: I know not to make the teacher angry, I want to get along well with my classmates and cherish my time. It turns out that I have grown up so much and learned so much. I think that photo, that teacher, that class, I may never forget it.

Return to the examination room, close the pencil case, and we will be the last students in the teacher's mouth. I just hope that when we are old, when we see that photo, we can still talk about it in Kan Kan as we did when we were children.

That unforgettable moment, that photo, that memory made me grow.

A photo of a sixth-grade composition came and went in a hurry six times. Looking at the lush greenery outside the window, I can't help feeling sour. I wonder when this youthful beauty will be diluted by time. Several green leaves fell with the wind and landed in the mud. In time, it gradually sinks.

I liked the soft spring breeze, but now he is worried about the withering of spring and can't help cursing. However, the wind is still blowing, and I can't bear to watch it. Don't overdo it.

Why do beautiful things die so easily? Why can't people hold the dying beauty with their hands? Is beauty doomed to be short-lived and cannot be preserved? I don't want to think about it anymore. Maybe I was born a pessimist!

Put your hand on the bookshelf, take out an exquisite book and read a book to relieve depression. It turned out to be my childhood photo album, and even I don't remember turning it over. Gently brush off the thin dust with your hands and open the window that has been sleeping for a long time.

Abundant greenery, bright sunshine, insects in the morning, colorful flowers … wake up from the dusty window one by one. The vibrant spring begins in my mind.

A bright smiling face took me to another place. A figure is taking a selfie with a hoe and two huge fresh bamboo shoots. Under the scorching sun, he was sweating like rain, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat. But that bright smile is still there. That is the joy from the heart, eternal and eternal.

I still remember that time, my grandfather and I went up the mountain together, maybe it was too late. The bamboo forests all over the mountains seem to have experienced bullets, riddled with holes and shallow pits everywhere. It was dug up by the people who came. I haven't found bamboo shoots for 20 minutes. Success often comes later, I found the crack, and with the last glimmer of hope, I succeeded. Find bamboo shoots, or twins! I dug up two bamboo shoots with my unskilled bamboo shoot digging technique. So there was this bright smile, this colorful photo and this beautiful memory.

I smiled with relief, laughter made me relax a lot, and this photo also made me feel relieved. Isn't the photo a treasure of my good old days? In fact, I have always longed for the beauty, and now I understand it.

I went downstairs to pick up a green leaf and put it on the photo in the album. A family photo made me understand the treasure. I am no longer worried about the falling leaves, and I am no longer sad about the fleeting beauty, because I can cherish it, cherish that beauty, cherish that paradise and cherish it. Treasures make beauty eternal.

This is a black-and-white photo of the Japanese bombing of Shanghai Railway Station at 4 o'clock on August 28th, 937. A baby in rags sat on the ruins of the railway track and cried. His parents were killed in the bombing. His name is Xiaojun. /kloc-only 300 people out of 0/800 survived the bombing. Every time I see this photo, I can't help crying.

On that day, everyone was ready to get on the bus and escape from Shanghai, including Xiaojun's family. At that time, some people were playing with their children, some were playing cards and some were talking about business. Xiaojun's father showed a faint smile on his face, watching Xiaojun play with the plane he bought him.

Suddenly, a shrill alarm broke the cheerful laughter, and mom and dad immediately became nervous. I didn't expect Japanese bombers to fly over Shanghai like electricity and blow up the station. At this time, the father hugged his mother tightly, and the mother hugged her son tightly, as if to protect the child with her own body. However, Japanese bombers have too much firepower. Suddenly, everything was in ruins, taking 1500 lives. The ceiling fell on the train track, the glass shook all over the floor, the viaduct was empty and blood spilled all over the floor, like red paint.

Xiaojun is the only survivor. He can't walk. He sat on the railroad track crying, wearing clothes that were blown black. There was a frightened expression on his face and he cried in pain. His parents died beside him. Later, when he came, he saw Xiaojun and took this shocking photo with his camera. Although there is no color film, he left a painful memory that people will never forget.

I hate Japan very much. Why bomb Shanghai residents in China? Would you feel better if you were a bombed country? Every time I see a photo, there is only one word-hate! !

Today, wars have not stopped, such as the Libyan war, and there is no peaceful dispute in the Middle East. I hereby appeal: what we want is peace, not war. What we want is a beautiful family, not a broken happiness.

In my photo album, there is a photo of "climbing Tiandu Peak", which is the most precious photo in my memory. Whenever I see it, it will bring back deep memories. Open the floodgate of memory, and the past is vivid. ......

It was a summer vacation, and my father took me to play at the foot of the towering Tiandu Peak. I looked up and saw it towering into the sky, and the big stone at the top was half suspended in the air, as if it might fall at any time. My heart is like a big stone tied, and I won't let it go. Dad took my hand and climbed the stairs. At first, I felt very relaxed. I climbed halfway up the mountain in one breath and was alive and kicking happily. Then, I climbed dozens of levels, but I felt weak and weak, like a deflated ball, and I really couldn't climb. At this time, my father caught up with me and said to me, "MengMeng, let's go. We will be at the top of the mountain soon." I saw a gazebo not far ahead, so I said to my father, "Dad, let's have a rest. I don't want to climb. There is a gazebo in front. Why don't we go there? " Dad listened and said to me seriously, "No, if we give up halfway at this time, wouldn't that mean climbing so many steps for nothing?" No matter what you do, sticking to the end is victory, and so is climbing mountains. Come on! Dad believes you can do it! "Listen to my father, I frustrated the ball immediately filled with air. I think I have strength again. With the warm breeze, I started climbing again. The flowers and plants caught in the cracks shook my head in the wind as if cheering for me. I climbed to the top of the mountain with a strong desire to win. Wow! Climbing to the top of the mountain, I looked around. " How beautiful! "Just as I was enjoying the beautiful scenery at the moment, I heard a click, and my father kept my joy of success in the photo.

Now every time I see this photo, I feel very excited. This is not only a photo, but also a symbol of a truth that has benefited me for life: to finish what you do, persistence is victory!

A photo opened the dusty album, and an old photo slipped quietly. It was a black-and-white photo with a slight yellowing, and it was taken of an old house. The old house in this old photo opens a dusty memory and a dusty history.

The old house in the photo is my grandmother's hometown. My grandmother's time was a turbulent time. The old house existed before my grandmother was born and experienced many vicissitudes. The moss on the tiles is spreading, and the creeper in the corner is also flourishing. The mottling on the wall of the old house is in sharp contrast with this vitality, which is even more ancient.

I don't know how many generations I have accepted in the old house, and I also have a memory there. At that time, I was very young, my parents had to go to work, so I had to rest on weekends and was sent away. Maybe I was born with a feeling different from the old house! It smells of moss and dew. I didn't cry, but I still loathe to give up the old house. At that time, I was very introverted, always squatting in the corner or sitting in a chair watching my busy grandmother. Once, somehow, the chair fell down, and I was too young to control it. I fell, the back of my head was bleeding, and I froze. Forgot to shout, my grandmother saw it and rushed over, carried me into the house and saw the old house again. I sat on my grandmother's knee and stared at the slate of the old house. I don't remember anything later. ...

My mother has a deeper memory of the old house. After all, she was born in an old house and lived in it for more than 20 years. My mother told me the story of her and the old house. When I was a child, I went out to play with my friends on vacation, and I sweated in summer. At home, grandma will boil bath water for her mother and then lie on the wooden bed. The walls of the old house are full of coolness. Sometimes the weather is really hot, so she bought a salt water ice. Mother smiled as soon as she mentioned these things.

Looking at the old photos again, I recolor them in my mind, as if they were in front of me. Now I can't find the old house to tear down, and the old photos are left behind. Hold the photo, close the album, and let the memories be dusty until the next time you relive the dusty memories. ...

A photo 10 accidentally opened the album and a photo appeared in front of you. I couldn't help laughing while covering my mouth.

This is a photo I took in Emei Mountain when I was six years old. There are me, grandpa and a big monkey in the photo. At that time, I scared the big monkey to open his mouth and keep a straight face, as if to eat me and grandpa. My hand tightly holding grandpa's hand, sideways looking at the monkey.

During the May Day holiday that year, our family went out to visit Mount Emei. There are many natural landscapes such as Jinding Sunrise and Buddha's Light. What I see in most love is not beautiful scenery, but monkeys. Yes, that's them. They are naughty and lovely. Makes me both scared and happy.

Finally, I can see the monkey. My heart is pounding and my steps are getting faster and faster. Xixiangchi Scenic Area, I heard that there are the most monkeys here, and the character is stubborn. Many tourists are willing to bypass this place, because if they are not careful, many treasures are likely to fall into the hands of monkeys. "There is a little monkey in front," I don't know who said it, but my heart began to tremble and I followed the adults step by step. This monkey is cute. Its eyes are rolling. It is looking at our food. Wow! There's something bigger behind. I glanced at the chubby monkey. It's a full-faced female monkey. Its feet are coming towards us. Everyone held their breath and crawled gently around the monkey. Only dad seems to be tired of walking, stamping his feet as if nothing had happened, and he is not afraid at all. I have been trembling with fear, calling my father gently and holding my hand tightly for fear that the monkey will come.

Suddenly, the monkey found the luggage behind his father and jumped up. He deserves to be the Monkey King's "elder" and scared his father half to death. I'll sneak behind grandpa and hide.

Everyone was shocked, no one spoke, the wind was blowing quietly, and there was nothing but the sound of leaves. Grandpa reacted and shouted, "Pick up the bag quickly, and don't let the monkey take it away." Dad just came to his senses and quickly picked up the bag and grabbed it in front of the monkey. The stone in my heart finally fell to the ground and I was relieved, but I still looked scared. I took grandpa's hand and squinted at the monkey. "Click", my father photographed this moment.

"An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." A photo left a past and unforgettable memory. I want to keep this photo and an unforgettable past.

A photo 1 1 A photo may not mean anything, but a photo of my family contains countless family ties.

That's because that photo is of me and my parents. There is only one photo of me and my parents. I haven't seen anything else in the photo album.

The teacher asked us to take this photo. If the teacher hadn't asked us to take a family photo, maybe this photo wouldn't exist! Therefore, I cherish this photo. This photo has not been copied, only in my mother's mobile phone and my mobile phone.

As far as I know, this photo is unique. Mom and dad have a bad relationship, and dad has a bad temper. Whenever someone scolds him or says something about him, he will get angry. I still remember one time, when my father came back from outside, I couldn't help saying, "I always come back so late and never come back." When my father heard me say this, he slapped the apple in my hand on the ground and looked at me fiercely. I cried on the spot.

On one occasion, my father didn't come back until one or two in the middle of the night. My mom said a few words to him, and my dad got angry. Then, they quarreled. I looked at it and thought, why doesn't dad know to forgive mom? Mom works so hard, but dad always comes to cheat her hard-earned money.

But I'm thinking, if mom and dad can take a step back, we can live in harmony. But I'm thinking, mom and dad fight all day. What if one day they get divorced? No matter how much I hate my father, he has always been my father! I have lost my father, I am just a child of a single-parent family!

That photo is the only photo of me and my parents. I hope my parents can be as happy as they are on TV. We won't quarrel over a trifle. This photo contains too much love. I hope mom and dad don't always quarrel. If you hurt the harmony, the relationship will be even worse!

If mom and dad knew they were wrong, our family would be happier. If mom and dad can realize their mistakes, maybe our family won't quarrel again! I hope my parents are the happiest couple in the world.

A photo 12 I have a very meaningful photo and an interesting photo, and the story is also the most interesting photo.

This photo was taken when I was in fourth grade. The hero has three good friends, one is Zhang Jiayu, the other is Feng Shuo, and the other is Chen Feng.

On this sunny Sunday, I was still sleeping when there was a knock at the door, which woke me up and I went downstairs in a daze. I was shocked when I opened the door. In the wee hours, Zhang Jiayu invited me to Feng Shuo's birthday party, saying that Feng Shuo told Zhang Jiayu last night and asked Zhang Jiayu to tell us. As soon as I heard it, it was my good friend's birthday. Get dressed quickly, wash up, go to the classmate's house next door with Zhang Jiayu after breakfast and inform him. We rode a bike for ten minutes, and finally arrived at Chen Feng's home and told Chen Feng. Chen Feng packed her things and went out. When we were leaving, Chen Feng's sister said, I'm leaving, too. Chen Feng said coldly, we can't take you away. And left. When we arrived at Feng Shuo's house, each of us took out presents. It felt like a murderous shopkeeper who was eager to give it to Feng Shuo, but Feng Shuo ignored us and went to the house to pour water. Everyone saw that Feng Shuo had left, so hurry up and catch up. After a while, Feng Shuo's mother came. We all fell silent. Feng Shuo's mother said it was getting late. Let's go to eat. We went to a restaurant and ordered. Everyone is more jubilant. Some people make Feng Shuo laugh and cry, some people are looking at the small fish in the jar, and some people are laughing. The food is served, the waiter said, and everyone hurried to the table to eat. We had just finished eating when we arrived, and the cake was shocked as soon as it was opened.

Everyone had an idea and smashed the cake with a bang. The cake hit them in the face. We added another one, oh, this is the finishing touch. Feng Shuo's mother wants to take a picture of us, and we all stand in a row. I was particularly uncomfortable when I took pictures, and I was pushed around and finally stood up. We finally have a seat.

I still have this photo.

A photo 13 There are many photos in my photo album, but I like the photo of the birthday candle blown out by tears best.

Speaking of this photo, there is a little story!

It was on my seventh birthday. Grandpa, grandma, uncle and cousin all came to my house for their birthdays that day. Lunch has already started, everyone is talking and laughing, eating and drinking! The last item is to prepare a cake for my birthday.

My uncle said, "To be honest, try blowing out the candles in one breath, and then we will eat the cake." I listened and thought: these seven candles can't be extinguished in one breath! Don't be ashamed. Just say, "I can't blow it, so don't blow it!" "Dad encouraged me and said," Don't be afraid. Keep blowing. It doesn't matter if you can't blow it out. "I heard, I think so. Blow it. So I opened my mouth wide, and when my mouth closed, there was only one Xiaoying, blowing at the candle. The flames shook and only one was put out. At this time, I felt my face was on fire, and I was cursing myself for "really offering my eyes." Just then, my cousin shouted, "Brother Cheng is so stupid that he can't even blow out seven candles!" " "After listening to his words, I feel more embarrassed! My face burned more panic, and tears swirled in my eyes. Dad said, "Sincerity! Don't be afraid of failure, just take a deep breath and blow. Failure is the mother of success! " I just don't move or blow. Everyone was standing there at that time, not knowing what to do. Dad added: "don't be afraid of failure, summing up lessons is success!" Be brave. " So I took a deep breath, put my neck closer to the cake and blew hard. Ah! All the candles went out at the same time! Everybody clap your hands! My uncle pressed the shutter here.

The next day, my uncle sent me the photos. When I saw it, I was blowing out candles and my face was full of tears. My uncle said, "Look at the words at the back and think about what it means." I looked at the back of the photo and saw eight big characters: "I am not afraid of failure, I can succeed."

There are many photos of me when I was growing up, but this photo is my favorite. Because I will always remember a truth, "If you are not afraid of failure, you can succeed!"