An old photo, a 500-word composition for fourth grade primary school students

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write the essay, the following is an old photo that I carefully compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. An old photo, a 500-word composition for the fourth grade of primary school 1

Open the photo album, which contains photos of me at different ages. When I was a baby; when I was a toddler; when I was two or three years old; when I was wearing a red scarf... But in my childhood life, the photo that impressed me the most was - a photo of me and my grandma. .

Look at the grandma in the photo, her face is filled with this happy smile. Grandma's skin is as white as snow. She doesn't look like someone who does farm work at all, but like someone who has retired from the city. Look at my red little face again; it looks like a tempting big apple, look! What a pretty little nose! The smiling mouth is like a curved little moon, how cute! At that time, my parents had to go to work, and my grandma and I were in the countryside. They only came back once a week. In my memory, my grandma spent many happy days with me.

Grandma is very hard-working and can make many delicious things. The shiny, golden sugar-oiled cakes, eat them in one bite, they are soft, sweet and extremely delicious! There are also crispy sweet potato chips, and when you bite them, you can only hear a clicking, clicking sound, yum! Crisp enough! My favorite is the jujube cake, which is sour and sweet. Grandma said, "The jujube cake is best eaten by children. It is good for digestion and appetizing." When I was a child, I always surrounded my grandma eating all kinds of delicious things. Very happy.

My grandma also planted a lot of vegetables. At that time, I often helped my grandma carry the basket to pick green beans, pointed peppers, and purple eggplants. As a little kid, I was so happy to reap the fruits of my labor with my grandma.

Now, I have returned to school with my parents. Looking at this photo reminds me of life with my grandma. It was also because of my grandma’s care that we were able to grow up healthily and happily in our childhood. It was a wonderful time that I will never forget. I wish grandma good health and all the best! An old photo 500-word essay for fourth grade primary school 2

A few days ago, when I was cleaning my room, I found an old photo under the table. I wiped off the dust on its surface, and the photo revealed the "true face of Mount Lu". This was taken by my father when I was in the sun.

This photo was taken when I was in third grade. In the photo, I am standing on the beach, with a vast sea behind me, which is both deep and bright. Behind me, there are small rocks. Climb up and take a look. There are some stranded small fish and shrimps on them! There are several seagulls in the sky as far as the eye can see. The boundary between the sky and the sea is so clear, it seems that you can touch it with your hand.

I remember that day, our family went to the beach to "pick up leaks". It is said that it is "picking up leaks", but in fact it is just catching some small fish or crabs that have not successfully escaped back to the sea. We picked it up for a while, and suddenly heard my father shout "Come here!" It turned out that dad caught an octopus that glowed blue. I was full of curiosity about it and thought: I have never seen this kind of octopus. Is this an alien? I told my dad the questions I had in my mind. After hearing this, my dad smiled and said, "No, there won't be that kind of thing on earth." I firmly believed what my dad said. Then, I ran to catch crabs again. With my quick eyesight and quick hands, I turned around and found a big crab hiding under the stone. I lifted the stone and grabbed it, and I caught it! Then dad also caught a lot of trophies. In the evening, we ate big and fat crabs.

This old photo records my wonderful memories. As soon as I see it, the scene at that moment will always appear in front of my eyes. I will definitely treasure this old photo. An old photo, a 500-word composition for the fourth grade of primary school 3

I looked at the photo in the Chinese language book, and there was an article about ruins in the photo, which impressed me deeply.

I couldn't help but imagine what happened at Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28, 1937.

In the photo, Shanghai South Railway Station is in ruins. The overpass collapsed and the walls were broken. It was such a beautiful place there, so crowded and lively. I don’t know how many people are going to visit relatives, I don’t know how many people are going to reunite with their families, and I don’t know how many people are going to discuss business. I seemed to be able to see all kinds of expressions written on their faces.

There are also vendors here shouting: "Corn is on sale, corn is on sale." The rich fragrance attracted a large group of people. The man selling candied haws next to him held a red candied haws. Soon, the golden candied haws attracted a large group of children to watch. Countless vendors could be heard shouting throughout the street, and the entire train station was bustling.

But no one realized that the danger was approaching. Sudden! boom! boom! boom! The sound of artillery shells sounded, and then flames shot into the sky, followed by people's screams. Most of them were lying in a pool of blood. Looking closely, the entire train station is in ruins. The houses here have collapsed. Even they don't know how many people they killed. There were burnt black tiles on both sides of the road. In the garden, the charred trees bowed dejectedly.

On the empty street, a child was still sitting there, holding a bunch of red candied haws in his hand, which were stained with a lot of dust. His leg seems to be broken. Where are his parents? I don’t know where he went... He sat on the ground and cried, as if to say: "Dad, mom, woo woo... Where are you, I'm afraid..." He was wearing tattered clothes and weeping like a weeping rose.

A few years later, he became a soldier. He died while fighting the last battle. The battle was victorious. Before he died, he was still clutching the candied haws stick.

The war has brought us a vast land, but we have to exchange it at equal value, exchanging human lives for land, and it is impossible to win every game. The soldier's family was destroyed, and some innocent people were also involved. I want to shout: We want peace, not war! An old photo. A 500-word composition for the fourth grade of primary school. 4

I saw an old photo in the Chinese language book. On August 28, 1937, the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station.

In the photo, the originally bustling scene was turned into ruins after the crazy bombing by enemy planes, leaving only broken overpasses, twisted railways, dilapidated houses, and brick and tile fragments on the ground... There was a lonely little boy crying in the ruins.

Looking at the lonely little boy, I felt pity, and the scene at that time appeared in front of my eyes.

At that time, Shanghai South Railway Station was filled with a steady flow of people as usual. At this moment, the sound of a "buzzing" plane suddenly came from the sky. Before anyone noticed, there were several loud "boom-boom" noises. Suddenly, smoke filled the train station and half of the building collapsed. "The Japanese plane is coming!" "Run, run!" "Father, mother... the cries and shouts suddenly became one, and people were panicked and at a loss. But the bombing of enemy planes It was still going on. In an instant, the overpass was broken, the railway was twisted, the house was broken, and bricks and debris were scattered all over the ground... Suddenly, the train station became a ruin. The crowd stopped flowing, and bodies were lying on their sides in a pool of blood.

"Mom, wake up!" Dad, I'm scared..." At this quiet moment, a little boy's cry suddenly came. He was sitting in the middle of the twisted railway, covered in blood, crying with his mouth wide open. He looked Looking at his parents covered in blood in front of him, he didn't know what happened. He didn't know why his parents were motionless. He didn't know that he would become an orphan from now on, and he didn't know how to survive in the future...

This old photo made him Every Chinese person cannot erase the shock in his or her heart; this old photo still tells us "Don't forget the national humiliation and revitalize China."

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Today, in the Chinese book, I saw an old photo from August 28, 1937.

That one The photo shows the scene of the Japanese army's indiscriminate bombing of Shanghai South Railway Station. In the distance, the waiting room has been blown to the ground. Several sections were broken, and some were even raised. The ruins were covered with corpses under the boards and on the tiles. From a distance, there was a river of blood. At this time, a surviving little boy was crying. On that day.

On that day, Shanghai South Railway Station was still crowded with people. Some people went to Peking to join the army; some were saying goodbye to their relatives; some were buying tickets and saying: "I want to go there." It's late. "The little boy who was 3 or 4 years old was led by his young parents. They were going to the countryside to take refuge. When they arrived at the waiting hall, suddenly, there was a "buzzing" sound in the sky. People looked up and saw several people. A small black dot flew over. "Run, the Japanese plane is coming!" "Someone shouted. The crowd started to get confused. "Boom!" and bombs were dropped one after another. Smoke billowed out of Shanghai South Station, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and people fell into a pool of blood one after another. The train station that was noisy just now became a A ruin.

Suddenly, a harsh cry broke the silence of the station. Where are you? Dad, I'm scared. Wuwu..." It turned out that it was the little boy. He was in ragged clothes and covered in blood. His parents were motionless beside him and had been killed by the bomb. I was really worried about his future. At this time, several The man holding the gun said vaguely: "See if there are any survivors. "It turned out to be the Eighth Route Army. So, this little boy was saved, and he will devote his life to the revolutionary cause.

Seeing this photo, I want to say to the Japanese invaders: "You invaded our homeland and let We live in dire straits. If someone invades you, you will also be sad. Let us cherish peace and maintain peace! "An old photo. A 500-word composition for the fourth grade of primary school. 6

In 1937, Japan began its full-scale invasion of China, and started the Songhu War on August 28, using bombers to attack the Shanghai South Railway Station. After the bombing, Shanghai South Railway Station was looted by bombs. All that was seen was ruins. A few houses were still standing. The remaining railway tracks were almost buried by overflowing cement. In the middle of the railway tracks, a lonely man sat. The baby was crying.

Why was he crying? Let’s go back to that day.

The station was peaceful. Crowds of people crowded into the station. Since Japan's full-scale invasion of China, more and more people have crowded into the station. They have only one purpose: to escape. Among this group of people, there are many women holding babies. Waiting for the train bound for Central China.

Suddenly, several black spots appeared in the sky. No, they were bombs! Then the air defense siren suddenly sounded, and with a loud noise, the first A bomb exploded, and the east side of the train station was filled with smoke. People panicked and ran to the west. There was another loud noise, and the second bomb exploded. The east side of the station was instantly damaged beyond recognition. Which woman didn't pay attention and threw her child under the overpass. There was a final loud noise, and the last bomb exploded. People at the station were either buried in the rubble, or were injured, killed, or even dismembered alive by the bomb. The child who was left behind was lucky: he did not die. After the bombing, no one except that child was spared. Isn't this the most ironclad fact of Japan's invasion of China? Talking about the glory of East Asia, saying that we only passed in and out of China, and you were bombed by atomic bombs, it was God's punishment.

War is cruel, war is ruthless, let us stop the war and do it for mankind. Add flowers and love to the new era! An old photo, 500-word composition for fourth grade primary school 7

At the moment, I am organizing my bookcase.

There are many treasures hidden in it. No, I held an old little book in my hand. I opened it and took a look - it was photos, photos recording my growth. "Ah! Look at this!" I said happily, "I was so young back then!" I stroked the photo, savoring it carefully, and a smile slowly climbed up my cheeks.

I was only four years old at that time, and my father took me to play in Yichang. He was holding the clothes in his left hand, holding me in his right hand, and had a diaper on his back. He was sweating profusely and panting from exhaustion. And I was really a "little scoundrel". I insisted on my father holding me and refused to take a step. My father had to admit defeat and still held me in his arms with a smile on my face. The walk was bumpy and bumpy. From a distance, it looked really bad. Like a baby learning to walk. So my mother recorded this interesting scene.

"Haha!" This one was even funnier and made me laugh out loud. My father and I came to the Yichang supermarket. I had never seen a mango, so I pointed at it, but my father didn’t notice. He took me away, so I screamed loudly and pushed my father’s head with my hands to make him When I saw mangoes, I said, "Hehe!" I got my wish. My father bought me a lot of mangoes. I ate them happily, and my face was full of yellow juice. "Haha!" When I saw this, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, because it was too horrible to look at. Dad was shocked and quickly took out toilet paper to wipe my mouth...but first he took an ugly photo of me.

After watching it as a child, let’s watch it as an adult. "Yes, this is it. This is the photo when I won the award for the first time." I remember clearly that it was at the class meeting of the first grade. I was rated as an "outstanding student leader". It was the credit of my father. When my father was a child I also served as a sports committee member, and it was he who taught me how to hold this position well and how to shout commands. I stood on the podium, my face was red due to shyness, and I almost cried. From then on, I became "sensitive" to the podium and covered my face every time I went to the podium.

At this time, my father came over, opened the door and said, "What are you looking at? Are you laughing so happily?" I said, "I'm looking at your love!" An old photo, a fourth grade primary school composition 500 words 8

Today I turned my house upside down and found an old photo. There is a child in the photo. Her brows are furrowed into a figure-eight shape, her mouth is pursed, and there are three big bumps on her forehead. Looks a bit like me! Because I also frown and pout when I’m angry.

I asked my mother: "Who is this? Why is it so ugly?" My mother looked at me with a smile in her eyes and replied: "I don't know who this is." My mother winked. He blinked his eyes, as if to hint to me: "This is you."

"Stop joking!" I was a little angry. I held the photo, looked left and right, and thought: I am obviously a girl, but the person in the photo is a "boy", and "he" is still bald! I said to my mother: "This can never be me." My mother listened and returned to her room without saying a word.

Seeing that my mother ignored me, I quickly ran into my own little world, sat on a chair, looked at the photos carefully, thought for a moment, and said to myself: "It really looks a bit like Me!"

I picked up the photo again, ran to my mother's room and asked, "If it were me, why would I shave my head?" My mother smiled and said, "You were weak at that time. , you always have to get injections. It’s difficult to get injections if you have long hair, so I have to shave your head.”

My mother hugged me and kissed my cheek. But I seemed a little unhappy, because I frowned again and pouted. In fact, the "boy" in the photo is a bit cute. "He" has a weak constitution but a chubby face. Both his parents think he is very cute!

That was a long time ago, and I want to keep this old photo of mine forever. An old photo. A 500-word composition for the fourth grade of primary school. 9

Why do people take pictures? Have you ever thought about this question? This question has been lingering in my mind for a long time, and it was not until recently that I came up with the answer; because I want to reflect on it. The passage of time always passes quietly between your fingers without making a sound; therefore, the greatest significance of photos is to help you retain every bit of life.

Since I was a child, I have taken countless photos full of memories. Among them, the one I can’t forget the most is the commemorative photo of the completion of the science exhibition work.

Last weekend, I took advantage of the sun to show my face and prepared to clean my wallet. When I was taking it for cleaning, I subconsciously pulled up the zipper on the wallet and pulled out a tattered photo from the holder. The photo was still new, but when the wallet was opened and closed, it already looked dilapidated, but... But this photo brought me back to the situation in my mind...

The day the photo was taken was a hot and sunny day. There were four people in the photo: the instructor of our science exhibition, me, There were two other classmates, and I couldn’t help but recall every detail of the production of the science exhibition. At that time, a few of us always ran to the laboratory every day and spent more time thinking there than in class, but we still enjoyed it. Every day at noon and after school, we would always use our hands to perform with my peers and teachers. Scenes of life drama create our dreams, and this photo was taken when our work was about to be completed. Although we in the photo are unkempt and unkempt, we can see that there is no listless look on each of our faces. Instead, we face the camera with a confident smile.

Although, in the end, we did not enter the finals as expected, everything in the past can only be put into our hearts. My heart is not sad, but moved; I think of what the teacher said to us when we took this photo. I once said: "The value of a person does not lie in whether he succeeds or not, but in the process of hard work, as long as he has intention and hard work." This photo not only makes me remember the past, but also makes me face the unknown future. Always have the courage to move forward! An old photo 500-word composition for fourth grade primary school 10

The picture below is the real scene when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station on August 28, 1937.

Next to the ruins, there was a survivor sitting - a child who was crying heartbrokenly. His body had wounds stabbed by shrapnel everywhere, and his clothes had been blown up by bombs. The house is in tatters and his parents have disappeared. This man from a happy family has become an orphan. What will be his fate?

About 20 minutes ago, Shanghai in the morning The South Railway Station was bustling with activity, with a row of bustling and dazzling black tiles lined up on one side, and a swarm of people rushed to the track. However, what awaits them is the punishment of death. A few minutes later, there was a rumble in the sky. The old people, children, and adults in the crowd all raised their heads and looked up. It turned out to be dozens of Japanese bombers. After people knew the danger, they fled around, and the crowd dispersed. It was crowded, but it was too late. Just as people were fleeing around, the ruthless Japanese invaders dropped ruthless missiles downwards. After the missiles landed, they exploded with infinite explosive power, putting the entire crowd in danger. Seconds later, beside the train and in the train, corpses were strewn everywhere. A gust of fog blew by. Next to the ruins sat a heartbroken child crying. He cried loudly and said sadly: "Dad..." Mom, where are you? I miss you." It turned out that when the missile exploded, the child's parents tried to save the child, but they themselves died. As a result, the child's cry attracted a group of Japanese invaders. When they saw the only survivor, they were very angry and stabbed the child to death in a fit of rage.

Damn Japanese invaders, I want to ask you, would you feel better if other countries treated your citizens like this? Why are you not peaceful? Doing such a thing that destroys families and destroys people?

I hope that the whole world can become peaceful and stop wars, so that we and our people can live happily. This is the wealth of a country! An old photo, a fourth-grade elementary school essay, 500 words 11

Opening the textbook, I saw the tragic situation of the once bustling South Railway Station being indiscriminately bombed by Japan. Under the collapsed overpass, a two or three-year-old child was sitting underneath, crying helplessly.

In front of the child, there are many charred ruins, missile fragments are everywhere, and the child is covered with scars

This is August 28, 1937, when the Japanese invaders bombed the southern part of Shanghai. The real scene was taken by reporters while standing. When I saw this photo, I couldn't help but have several questions in my mind. Why was this child crying? Where are his parents? What happened? Why is he sitting in the rubble? It turned out that this child, his parents, brother, and sister were going to travel outside. Just as they were about to board the train, they heard the sound of aircraft bombing from a distance, and the rest were people shouting for help. The family heard the sound and ran back immediately. The plane roared, followed by artillery fire. People around them fled in all directions, and there was chaos. The child didn't realize what happened, but instinctively grabbed his mother's hand. Finally, the family was separated. The parents called for their children, and a missile shot down and fell on them

He looked at everything in front of him and could only cry helplessly. Without his parents, he became an orphan. Without a home, he could only live on the streets and became a little beggar

The Japanese invaders not only destroyed a station, they also destroyed many happy homes! How many more people will end up living on the streets like the children in the photo? come on! Read for the rise of China! An old photo. A 500-word composition for the fourth grade of primary school. 12

Dear classmates, maybe you are still complaining that your mother did not buy you good stationery, and you may still be blaming your grandma for not cooking the food to your liking. You are still complaining that your father did not take you to the amusement park on weekends, but classmates, do you know the situation of Chinese children 80 years ago? Let me introduce it slowly!

It was August 28, 1937. There was a sudden loud noise in the bustling Shanghai Railway Station. It turned out that that day happened to be the day when the Japanese bombed the Shanghai Railway Station. But the scene before the bombing was completely different from that after the bombing. Before the bombing, people were coming and going in the bustling Shanghai Railway Station. Some people were chasing each other, some were carrying luggage and preparing to travel, and some were hawking their products. The trains kept flowing...but the good times didn't last long. Suddenly, there was a "whoop, whoop, whoop" sound of airplanes in the sky. Suddenly, bombs rained down from the sky, and people suddenly became a mess. Another bomb was dropped from the plane. The train station instantly became a ruin. Only the cries of children could be heard, and corpses were scattered all around. A child was sitting on the ground, wiping his tears with dirty hands, and whispering softly: "Mom...Mom...where are you..." Finally, the medical staff came and took this The child was rescued.

When he grew up, he determined to avenge his mother and become an outstanding Eighth Route Army soldier, killing enemies bravely on the battlefield and protecting the country!

Let us remember 1937, not because of revenge, nor because we want to criticize a certain atrocity, but not to let such evil continue into the future, and not to let "small mistakes" turn into "big mistakes" . An old photo, a 500-word composition for the fourth grade of primary school 13

Whenever I have free time, I will open my precious photo album and take a look. Every photo in the album records my growth! Whenever I turn to the only photo of me and my grandfather, I always stare at it for several minutes with tears in my eyes! The grandpa in the photo is smiling and holding my little hand tightly. I just went to preschool at that time.

I am grandpa’s granddaughter, and grandpa loves me the most. Every time my grandpa finished his work outside, he would always buy something delicious for me to eat when passing by the store. Whenever he is free, he will tell me stories. Grandpa also adds actions when telling stories, which is really interesting! "Snow White", "Little Red Riding Hood", "The Daughter of the Sea"... I will be fascinated every time I listen to it. But now grandpa can no longer buy me delicious food, and I can no longer hear grandpa tell stories!

My grandfather was diagnosed with intestinal cancer in 20xx, and it was in the late stage. When the family heard the news, they were very sad. I couldn't help but shed tears. I was afraid that my grandfather would see me lying on the hospital bed, so I quickly wiped them away with my sleeves.

I poured a glass of warm water for my grandpa to drink. Grandpa smiled at me. That smile was so warm that I will never forget it!

Grandpa has never enjoyed much blessing in his life, he has worked hard all his life! His biggest expectation for me is what he always said to me before: "Zi Yan, you must study hard in the future and become a promising person!" In order not to disappoint my grandfather lying on the ground, I have been working hard !

Every Qingming Festival, my father will take me to visit the grave, and this year is no exception. As soon as I walked to my grandfather's grave, I knelt down and said to my grandfather lying on the ground: "Grandpa, I'm here to see you again!" At this time, a breeze blew by, and I seemed to hear my grandfather's voice: " Ziyan, you are here..." An old photo. A 500-word composition for the fourth grade of primary school. 14

Time is like running water, flowing quietly day and night. I have also grown from a little boy who loves to cry to a boy who knows how to collect tears in a notepad.

I opened the book of yellowed photos, and my thoughts began to scroll. Every photo tells every happy past event, about me and my childhood. My eyes suddenly stopped on a photo with a yellowish edge, and I couldn't help but smile.

In this photo, there is a little boy wearing a vest, that is me; behind me is my dearest mother.

I remember it was a summer. We had just moved to our new home, and my father hurriedly went to get the camera, saying that he wanted to take a photo with his mother. I was still young at that time, and I didn’t know what taking pictures meant, so I asked my mother curiously: “Mom, what is taking pictures?” After hearing this, my mother said sincerely: “Taking pictures means having a camera lens pointed at you, and then Press a magic button again, and a photo will appear in front of you. This is called taking a photo, "Oh! It dawned on me. As soon as the voice finished, my father appeared in front of me, holding something in his hand, which was a camera. "Come on, good boy, take a picture with mom!" Dad said. I was very obedient. I lay in my mom's arms and unknowingly posed like a handsome boy. My mother hugged me tightly, and with a click, this happy moment was frozen. As if by magic, a photo slipped out from the bottom of the camera without anyone noticing. It's amazing! I exclaimed!

Photos are a good recorder. They will record our happy days and share the stories in the photos with others in the future. Photos carry the selfless love of our parents: they also carry our infinite affection for our parents. An old photo, a 500-word composition for the fourth grade of primary school 15

Each photo in the frame represents a section of my memories and a wave in the long river of history. A photo placed in the room brought back memories for me.

In the photo, I am only three or four years old. My mother holds me on her lap and smiles sweetly with me. My mother was so young at that time, with thick black hair, a pair of bright and watery eyes, and a sweet little mouth. I heard that my mother was a magic weapon to make everyone in the factory obedient. When the workers heard that my mother was coming to check, they immediately worked hard like a chicken blood injection, even taking a nap at noon.

Now, my mother is getting older. Her thick black hair is mixed with a few white hairs, and her face is beginning to be occupied by fine lines. Her eyes are still bright, but less clear. Got some water spirit. In winter, you always catch a cold and it takes a long time to recover. The workers also began to become lazy.

Why is this? But how could things have changed so much in just ten years?

It turns out that my mother is so tired because of work and me!

My mother goes to work on time at eight o'clock every morning, and often gets off work nearly an hour later than others at noon. In the afternoon, I went to work nearly half an hour earlier than others. In the evening, I waited for others to get off work and continued to work overtime for two or three hours. The employees in the factory were sick, and my mother worked hard for them; the goods from the factory did not arrive on time, and my mother worked hard for them; the director of the factory caused trouble, and my mother was also tired for it.

Coupled with me, I make my mother angry every day, disappoint her, and worry her every day.

It is for these reasons that my mother has changed so much. I think I should reflect on whether what I have done is correct, how can I stop my mother from worrying about me, and whether I should continue to be like this.

Looking at this old photo, I secretly made up my mind to live up to my mother’s expectations of me, to repay my mother with my grades, and to repay this kindness that I will never be able to repay!