Write a composition of 1 words with photos as the topic.

1. composition: start with a hundred words on the topic of "photo"

The mottled shadows of the old photos come down silently, and the wind blows softly, filtering out the flaws in the heart.

The swing swings slightly, and the dust becomes lovely, dancing in the sun, leaving a shadow under the dense shade. Sitting under the tree, let time slip away from your fingertips like milk tea, and unconsciously, just wait until the moon pours the light on you ... Time always waits for no one, slowly passing away, leaving a deep or shallow trace, maybe a diary or a photo will. Childhood is always the deepest and most touching memory. Pick up the old photos of childhood, and the recalled kite begins to set sail ... "Who is that crying child? It's really not harmful to cry in front of so many people. "

I'm showing my mother a slightly yellow photo without glue. Mom saw it, burst into laughter and said, "Isn't that you, you are as timid as a mouse!" " I looked at my mother in surprise and said, "How is it possible? It's nothing like it."

"that's you!" "No ... yes." My mother looked at my panic and was afraid of being exposed, and whispered to me, "Well, I'll tell you, and then I'll keep your secret!" I nodded happily. "When you were a child, you were very timid.

When I go out to play with important people, I dare not speak when I meet strangers ... "I'm impatient." Say the text and stop criticizing me. " "good.

When your cousin comes in summer, I will take you to the playground. You look around, but you don't find anything to play with.

At last, you saw the safe steam charging game, and you danced for it with joy. After I bought you a ticket, I carried you up, but it wasn't as you wanted. You jumped up and down, but you did not stand firm, but you sat on the cushion. I wanted to laugh at you, but you cried at once. I quickly went to your side and asked you what you were doing.

but you kept crying and said,' I'm afraid, I won't play!' I comforted you and told you to continue playing. It is impossible to buy a ticket and not play. But you just won't, crying louder, and the playground will be flooded! Your cousin had a brainwave and quickly took it with a camera. I had no choice but to hold you down.

Then this old photo of crying was born. "After listening to my mother's dictation, I immediately blushed, and I really wanted to throw away this old photo. I couldn't wait to find a hole to drill in.

！ I was about to throw away the photo secretly, but in a flash, I realized that although this old photo recorded my humiliation when I was a child, it was also a trace left by my growing up. I held the photo carefully and looked at me when I was a child. It seemed that I was crying in the photo and I was smiling as bright as the sun. 2. Composition: Start with a hundred words on the topic of "photo"

The story of the old photo

The mottled shadows come down silently, and the wind blows softly, filtering out the flaws in my heart. The swing swings slightly, and the dust becomes lovely, dancing in the sunshine, leaving a shadow under the dense shade, sitting under the tree, letting time slip away from your fingertips like milk tea, unconsciously, and so on, until the moon pours light on you ...

Time always waits for no one, slowly passing away, leaving a deep or shallow trace, maybe a diary or a photo will be. Childhood is always the deepest and most touching thing to remember. Pick up the old photos of childhood and the recalled kite begins to set sail ...

"Who is that crying child? It's really not harmful to cry in front of so many people. " I'm showing my mother a photo that is slightly yellow without glue. Mom saw it, burst into laughter and said, "Isn't that you, you are as timid as a mouse!" " I looked at my mother in surprise and said, "How is it possible? It's nothing like it." "That's you!" "No ... yes." My mother looked at my panic and was afraid of being exposed, and whispered to me, "Well, I'll tell you, and then I'll keep your secret!" I nodded happily.

"When you were a child, you were very timid. Go out to play with important people and dare not speak when you meet strangers ... "I'm impatient." Say the text and stop criticizing me. " "good. When your cousin comes in summer, I will take you to the playground. You look around, but you don't find anything to play with. Finally, you saw the safe steam charging game, and you were so happy that you danced and rushed to play. After I bought you a ticket, I carried you up, but it wasn't as you wanted. You jumped up and down, but you did not stand firm, but you sat on the cushion. I wanted to laugh at you, but you cried at once. I quickly went to your side and asked you what you were doing. But you kept crying and said,' I'm afraid, I won't play!' I comforted you and told you to continue playing. It is impossible to buy a ticket and not play. But you just won't, crying louder, and the playground will be flooded! Your cousin had a brainwave and quickly took it with a camera. I had no choice but to hold you down. Then this old photo of crying was born. "

After listening to my mother's dictation, my face turned red and my ears were red. I really wanted to throw away this old photo, and I couldn't wait to find a hole to get into. ! I was about to throw away the photo secretly, but in a flash, I realized that although this old photo recorded my humiliation when I was a child, it was also a trace left by my growing up. I held the photo carefully and looked at me when I was a child. It seemed that I was crying in the photo and I was smiling as bright as the sun. 3. Write an article on the topic of "photos"

You can write memories.

Tell me about a photo of you rummaging through a drawer one day. It can be one or more photos.

Then you will recall past events, such as who you had a good friendship with when you were young, what's the difference now? Do more articles on these. When you write, you should pay more attention to the details. You don't have to choose a big thing to write. Choose an impressive detail and describe it carefully. Finally, go back to the photo in front of you and write down your feelings and thoughts.

or write pictures of mom and dad before.

I took a look at your information. You are from Shenzhen, so you can write a photo that your parents took in Shenzhen before. Then you are curious and ask your mother about this photo. Writing about what your mother told you about the past and the hardships of the past made you so happy today. Then write down what you think you are doing now (you can imagine it appropriately), realize that you should cherish life, and finally sublimate the theme.

when you write, you should buckle the word photo and run through the whole text.

You can also write a photo of one of your basketball games. I suddenly remembered how I was fascinated by basketball at that time, what conditions made you interested in it, and the efforts you made to play it well. At the end of the day, let's sum up and say that when you encounter any setbacks, as soon as you see this photo, you will remember your spirit of persistence in basketball and you will stick to it.

I hope it can help you ... Come on! 4. A composition with photos as the topic

An unforgettable photo

Today, I opened my photo album and looked at the photos. Those little photos recorded my interesting childhood. However, what makes me feel the most interesting is the photo taken during my visit to the Three Gorges. In the photo, I wore a big brown straw hat, a life jacket, a bamboo pole and a boatman's dress ... < P > It was the summer vacation of grade four, and my family went to visit the Little Three Gorges. We sat down on a canoe and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges. The Three Gorges, with its beautiful scenery and lush trees, looks so vibrant; The river is clear and the air is fresh, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, I can see macaques on the mountain. They are playing in the trees in groups of three and two. Coupled with the embellishment of songs on the bamboo rafts on the river, it is like a paradise!

we sat in the middle of the boat, and the boatman stood at the bow. We chatted for a while and sang songs for a while. Although there were only more than twenty people on board, the atmosphere was very lively. I was even more restless. I held out my hand for a while and looked around curiously ...

Suddenly, an uncle stood up and suggested to the boatman, "Uncle, why don't we row and take a picture?" Everyone echoed in unison: "OK! Ok! " The atmosphere on the ship is more active. Then, the boatman said with a smile, "That's all right! Let's draw a row, everyone has a chance! " After that, the boatman gave his "seat" to the uncle. Uncle put on a life-saving suit, a brown straw hat, a bamboo basket on his waist, and a long bamboo pole in his hand. After "armed to the teeth", he took a photo, rowed forward for about ten meters, and then returned to his seat.

"who wants to come!" "me!" I raised my hand to respond loudly, and there were waves of echoes in the valley. Then, I strode to the bow, "inherited" the boatman's "seat", and became "fully armed" like that uncle, and then I held the bamboo poles in my hands. "Click …" Dad fixed my air in the frame. At this time, other tourists were eager to try it, so I had to "give way".

in this way, I left this unforgettable photo. Seeing the photo, I seem to hear the laughter on the boat and see the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges ...

I will keep this photo forever. 5. A composition with photos as the topic and a self-made topic.

It has no gorgeous background and has not been processed by any computer art. This is the most common and life-like photo. The grandparents and grandchildren in the photo are surrounded by happiness. Do you want to take your eyes off it? Look how happy they are!

The kind old man in the photo is my grandmother. She is very popular, especially thrifty. Grandma is very frugal with herself, but one thing in my heart proves that she is generous. The rest home where grandma lives donated materials to the disaster area. Without saying anything, she donated all the new clothes that her mother bought for her that she usually didn't want to wear. I'm surprised, but my grandmother said, "I'm a retired national cadre. I can't wear so many clothes, and the people in the disaster area need it more." My grandmother, who is famous for her frugality, is very generous to me. Every winter, she personally chooses the most advanced satin fabric to make me a cotton-padded jacket, but she always wears that white cotton-padded jacket. You see, in the photo, I am snuggling in my grandma's arms in a new cotton-padded jacket made by grandma, and I smile so sweetly! I'll never forget that day. It was New Year's Day, when I was five years old. Because grandma doesn't like taking pictures, this is the only photo of me and her.

Last winter, my healthy grandmother fell ill. On the day I entered the operating room, I was catching up with the exam. I heard my mother say: Grandma entered the operating room with this photo and my note full of blessings in her hand. The doctor refused to bring anything else, but grandma refused to live or die. She said to the doctor, "This is my grandson. He is obedient and sensible! Children let me take this, he will accompany me, let me brave and strong ... "The doctor's heart melted. In this way, this photo accompanied grandma to finish the operation.

The last time I saw grandma, she went into the intensive care unit after the operation. The doctor refused to let me in. I cried, and said to my aunt, "Just let me go in and have a look. Today, I just joined the Young Pioneers. Grandma will be fine when she knows that she is happy to be ill, otherwise I will be distracted in class ..." So I went in and saw grandma so thin and full of tubes, and her face was so pale. When she saw me, she said with difficulty, "Good grandson. I fought back my tears and saw this photo again at her bedside.

Later, I never saw my grandmother again, and I really missed her. However, no matter where I am, I won't be lonely with this photo. 6. Please write a composition with photos as the topic, 5 words

A photo is a painting and a photo is a wonderful story. There are many photos in my family, some of which are fun with my classmates, some of which are for birthdays at home, and so on. One of them is the most beautiful! Every time I see this photo, the scene of taking pictures at that time clearly emerges in front of my eyes.

this is the place I yearn for day and night; The sea is like a blue satin with no end in sight; Stars and white waves are like sparkling diamonds. Although I left the sea, it is an eternal memory in this photo.

the sea in that world is blue and beautiful. How blue it is! Even those who mix colors again may not be able to mix such pure colors. How beautiful it is to return water. It is like a fairy wearing a clear green gauze skirt, and its skirt corners are connected to the clouds on the horizon. The sun is west, but it still shines brightly. On the sea, the blue water is dyed orange by the sunset glow, and it seems that there are orange stars flashing on the waves; On the beach, the faces and arms of sunbathing adults and frolicking children are coated with a layer of golden yellow. Where the sea meets the sky, the red land is like a raging fire, so red! On the horizon, seagulls were also dyed golden. They flew freely, as if showing off their gold costumes. The sea was as splendid as a palace. I seemed to see mermaids singing and dancing in the palace. 7. Please write an article on photos

How long has it been since you opened that photo album? Half a year, a year, or even longer, dusting off the shallow dust on the cover and opening it is a color that is suppressed in memory. On the old photos, there are traces of years floating. From those yellowed album pages, the laughter of seven years ago, the warm golden sunshine of ten years ago, the fleeting time and the old taste floated out.

Look at this old photo. Is that little girl with few hairs, dark eyes and a white veil really me? In the photo, I am in a stadium that has not been rebuilt. Despite wearing a knee-length skirt, I was naughty and active, but I still grasped the rusty parallel bars in the stadium with my chubby fingers and made a non-standard "pull-up", and my legs seemed to be pedaling in the air. Looking at this photo, the small fragments of childhood were easily shaken off. I remember my father told me that when I was a child, my parents often took me to the stadium because the stadium was near my home. There are many in the stadium. From those yellowed photo album pages, I made a non-standard "pull-up", so my parents often took me to the stadium to play. When I was a child, I floated out the laughter of seven years ago, and my thoughts shuttled through a period of time, with an old smell. There are a lot of fitness equipment in the stadium? Me in the photo. Think about it, grab a few shots from time to time, because the stadium is near home. I remember how long my father told me that I haven't opened that photo album. Is it really me wearing a white veil? The tiny fragments of my childhood were easily shaken out, and two of them were playing carefree at the seaside in pink ... Every old photo, my parents always watched quietly, and once I got to the stadium, I climbed up and down around the sports equipment that was taller than me, and it was a fleeting time.