Memory composition of photo album

In daily study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are the reminiscence compositions of my photo album for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Memories of photo album composition 1 Open the old photo album, and the memory floats to a certain day for many years. ......

That day, my parents carried me into the studio and put me on the carpet. At that time, I just learned to walk, and I was both novel and afraid of everything I saw. Dad put me down, but I wouldn't let go. I grabbed my dad's leg tightly and looked at everything in the museum in surprise. Suddenly, a strong white light covered my eyes. After a while, my father patted me and told me not to be afraid, coaxing me to open my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes, and the white light was no longer dazzling. It turned out to be light. I looked away again. Hey, why is there a beautiful car over there? Why wasn't it just now? Who cares! I'm going to have a look. Sit down.

I let go of my hand, left my father, raised my hand and walked to the car step by step. You can see the excited expression on my face in the photo. Dad carried me to the car, and I touched and moved. Just then, my parents called my name, and I looked at them with a smile. I only heard a click, and this precious photo became my one-year-old photo.

Close the photo album, but my eyes are moist. Seeing that my parents have been working hard for me when I was young, I should also do something for them.

Memories album composition 2 Heavy footsteps sounded in the empty corridor, and Ya's face seemed to be full of sadness and tears. She sat quietly in her seat, waiting for the arrival of the person she expected. She doesn't know whether to expect or escape, because she dare not say "no"! But she said with anticipation: "good"! Just as she was still struggling in her heart, at this moment, a man gently pushed open the door. Sure enough, she was expecting a scared person, but! However, her eyes seem to have increased a lot, filled with her troubles and worries, and those eyes touched Ya's nerves. "Go ahead, what is it?" However, this sentence seems to be merciless, like a tough knife, directly into Ya's heart. "Why? Why are you avoiding me everywhere? What happened to me? " You can't hide her sorrow any longer.

"Because I think you are very annoying, very annoying! You influenced me! I want to test the key points! I don't want to be idle and wandering around like you! " But every word, every word, every word is inserted into a young heart as mercilessly as a needle. At this moment, it is like a masked devil pushing Ya into the abyss, so heartless. Ya hid his face and made a dash for the door. She cried mercilessly, how pitiful. However, it seems that there are three words written on her face! How irritating it is to see.

Memories of photo album composition 3 When I was sorting things out, I found a thick photo album with a bronze border and delicate patterns. The cover was a budding rose. What's in it? Curiosity drove me to open it.

Turning to the first page, I saw the sunshine of a little boy: rosy cheeks, fleshy face and a small ball in his hand. Looking back a few pages, it's still a picture of the little boy, but he's a little old. It was taken when I was half a year old.

I was a little confused and asked my mother with an album: "Mom, who is this?" Is it a picture of my brother when he was a child? "When my mother heard me ask this question, she suddenly smiled and said," This is you, don't you know? "Mom said, sitting on the sofa and told me the story of all the photos.

"Well, you took it during the kindergarten performance. Look how shy you are. These photos were taken during a trip to Zhenjiang, Jiangsu, when you had a good time in the park there! These pages were taken when I took you to the Terracotta Warriors Museum in Xi 'an. At that time, you were still young, and you should have forgotten all about it ... "As I kept looking back, I suddenly had my birthday photo when I was eleven years old. One year old this year, how fast! In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen spring and autumn have passed, and this photo album will be full. Mom is still talking. She is seldom so happy. Looking at the wrinkles around her eyes, my eyes are hazy. ...

Now, as long as I have time, I will look through that photo album. My mother loves me very much.

Another summer vacation. I went to the small bookcase, opened it and took out a book. When I was about to close the bookcase door, I inadvertently glanced at the back of a row of books and saw a dark brown wide flat carton.

I gently took out the box and sat on the bed and looked at it. The box was covered with gauze-like dust. I gently blew away the dust, opened the box and saw an album. Many childhood memories came back to my mind.

Open the first page of the photo album, this is my kindergarten teacher! I suddenly thought of something.

It was a sunny morning, with white clouds floating in the sky and flowers nodding and smiling at us. Our mother, the dean, carefully watched the school performance and said many greetings to us, and then the graduation ceremony was over. I saw tears in every child's eyes and my heart was sour. At this time, my mother took my hand and took me to the school gate. When I was about to leave school, I broke away from my mother's hand and ran to a corner of the school stairs. I sat on the ground, my nose was sour, and hot tears flowed from my eyes, and then slipped from my cheeks to my palms. At this time, the teacher and mother came running, and my mother comforted me. The teacher handed me a wide and flat paper box and whispered, "You can open it at any time when you miss us in the future and have a look at this photo album." I bowed my head and accepted this precious commemorative album.

Seeing this photo album now, many childhood memories will still emerge, which makes me feel how wonderful my childhood is.

I feel like a vibrant dandelion, very cheerful and happy, but sometimes like a withered branch. There are two parts in my mind. On the right is the memory of happiness and going abroad. On the left are sad and tragic memories; The middle is used to deal with my strange problems.

Originally, my head was deeply involved in my mother's love image, but after listening to Jay Chou's Listen to Mom, my love image for her deepened a lot. Other people's minds are full of knowledge, but mine is full of other things. I'm not nervous at all about the exam, others are nervous to death. It's strange. What are they all nervous about? I really can't figure out what they are thinking. What is my secret? Let me tell you something!

In the past, when I was a child, I stayed in bed and refused to go to school. As a result, teachers and classmates actually came to my house to call me. What a pity! Shh! Keep your voice down Don't let anyone hear you! Oh, um, ah! Once, before I had to take a swimming class, I wore a swimsuit to class. As a result, the teacher said, "Class C is the class next door, not this class." Both classes in my class laughed at me.

Therefore, in the future, these joys and sorrows will be hidden in the depths of your mind and mine. Remember to look through this "Memory Album" when you are free and look at the interesting things in the past!

There are many classmates and friends in this school, but their friendship is only the flattery and responsibility of keeping vanity between adults.

I was on duty that day, and two junior two students were talking to me there. I don't know them. From that day on, I often saw them. There was a man with them, so we met and I often stayed with them. We have been together for almost a week, and I regard them as brothers. I am very satisfied with them. I go with them almost every day after school. I am so happy to talk and make noise on the way.

After staying in this school for so long, knowing them is my happiest thing. There is no flattery between them, and there is no vanity to shirk responsibility.

It's amazing to follow them with an unspeakable feeling. I had a good laugh with them. Borg wind, brother Xu. Being with them is like an album, a memory and a story, which I will cherish forever. Also let me know that there are three brothers in this school. They are always by my side, always protecting me and giving me happiness and happiness.

In this school, they are the only people I want to be together forever and the only people who treat me like this. That kind of feeling, that kind of wonder, is what everyone wants and what everyone expects.

These three brothers are enough.