Write a composition with photos 100.

1. A photo gave me a memory composition of 100 words! The young man in the photo is holding a baby like a little old man. Who's that? Ha ha! That was a photo taken with my father when I was a child! This photo shows that when I was born, I went home after nine days in the hospital.

Listen to my mother, at that time, the whole family was busy as a bee, grandma was busy making quilts, aunt was waiting by my side with my mother, uncle put the big bags in, and dad kept talking to me. Look at my red face, as red as the sun; Grandma said, "I must straighten my good grandson's legs before I can wrap them up, so that my grandson's legs can grow straight and tall in the future." My mother didn't quite agree with this view, but I told my father to do as my grandmother suggested. My father was all thumbs and finally wrapped me up. "Haha ..." I smiled shyly and asked, "Mom, does it look like a rabbit wrapped in silk?" "Like, like!" Mom said with a smile; Dad is holding the work he has just finished, singing a lullaby proudly and swinging from side to side. I just fell asleep. Seeing this, my aunt happily pressed the shutter.

This photo records a short and happy time. Year after year, time flies. Now I have grown up and become a healthy and handsome boy. Whenever I see this photo, I imagine the scene at that time and think of that happy time.

2. A photo gave me a memory composition of 100 words! The young man in the photo is holding a baby like a little old man. Who's that? Ha ha! That was a photo taken with my father when I was a child!

This photo shows that when I was born, I went home after nine days in the hospital. Listen to my mother, at that time, the whole family was busy as a bee, grandma was busy making quilts, aunt was waiting by my side with my mother, uncle put the big bags in, and dad kept talking to me. Look at my red face, as red as the sun; Grandma said, "I must straighten my good grandson's legs before I can wrap them up, so that my grandson's legs can grow straight and tall in the future." My mother didn't quite agree with this view, but I told my father to do as my grandmother suggested. My father was all thumbs and finally wrapped me up. "Haha ..." I smiled shyly and asked, "Mom, does it look like a rabbit wrapped in silk?" "Like, like!" Mom said with a smile; Dad is holding the work he has just finished, singing a lullaby proudly and swinging from side to side. I just fell asleep. Seeing this, my aunt happily pressed the shutter. This photo records a short and happy time.

Year after year, time flies. Now I have grown up and become a healthy and handsome boy. Whenever I see this photo, I imagine the scene at that time and think of that happy time!

3. Write a paragraph and a ridiculous photo composition 100 A ridiculous photo I have a beautiful photo album.

Gently open the photo album, a ridiculous photo came into view ... a few months ago when I went to Yingde for a barbecue. One Saturday afternoon, I went to Yingde with my parents and uncle.

The next day, the autumn was crisp and the autumn rain continued. After breakfast, we went to have a barbecue with dad's friends.

Along the way, looking out of the car, a peaceful atmosphere enveloped the whole village. Unconsciously, we came to the bottom of the bridge.

There are stones everywhere under the bridge, and there is a crystal clear river next to it. There are many strange stones in the river. Looking up, there are many trees around.

Ah, what a fairyland on earth! Dad and I played in the water for a while, and then came up. We piled stones into a stove, and my uncle cut off the branches with a knife to make firewood.

After the fire was lit, we cooked ribs porridge on the "stone stove". I take a stone as a stool to sit on.

It's my first time to cook with a stove! I add firewood from time to time, and soon, a pot of fragrant sparerib porridge is ready! I turned around and my mother saw me smile. I looked at my mother strangely. "Find it yourself." Mom showed me the mirror as she spoke, and when I saw it, it turned into a big cat! The face is black on the left and right.

I smiled when I saw it ... when my mother laughed, she "clicked" and took a picture of me laughing. Every time I see this photo, I think of my lovely appearance, and I can't help laughing.

An unforgettable photo composition 100 An unforgettable photo In a photo, there is a little girl sitting on the beach in a bathing suit.

This photo was taken on the beach when my family traveled to Shenzhen when I was nine years old. On that day, my family came out of the hotel, put on swimsuits and I rushed to the beach.

The wide beach is full of glittering and translucent fine sand. Stepping on it is like stepping on a soft and comfortable carpet. A wave came and the sea rushed to my feet, and I immediately felt cool and comfortable.

The water receded, and the sand I took slipped from my feet, feeling a little itchy. There is still some sand left, which makes my feet sink into the sand.

Another wave came and my feet sank in again. Several times in a row, even the instep was submerged by sand.

I sat on the beach and watched the undulating sea water like agitated silk. The waves kept rolling and kissing the beach on the shore. Looking from a distance, the sea is boundless, and the blue sky and the green sea are connected into one, and it is almost impossible to tell which is the sky and which is the sea.

At this time, the sea quietly climbed onto the beach, playing and whispering, and sometimes fondling me playfully. When I was awakened by its cold water, it ran away playfully.

Sometimes, it will come to me with a pure flower, and I will bend down to pick it, but what I hold is a basin of cool water. Sometimes, it will push cute little shells and conchs to my feet.

I picked up the little gift it gave me and thanked it. It smiled with satisfaction and giggled. I regard this photo as a treasure, because it has my good memories.

5. A photo writes a composition of about 400 words for my memory. Open a book, emitting warmth. I saw a familiar smiling face in the friendly photo album. Seeing her photo, time seems to have gone back to two years ago.

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It was not so much coincidence that she met, but rather a fate of "seeing each other for a long time, and heaven remains our neighbourhood".

It's a sunny noon. I went to the bookstore to read books alone. On the dazzling bookshelf, a book caught my attention. When I reached for the book, my other hand fell on it. When I looked up, she was blinking and smiling at me. Maybe it's because of the power of "smile". We have a sense of intimacy of "reunion after a long separation". So the two left each other QQ numbers and met online.

Maybe it's the luck of the goddess. On the day of the new semester, we were placed in the same class and the same table by the teacher. The excitement and happiness at that time are still fresh in my memory.

At that time, we went to school together, left school together and talked about our favorite stars together. I remember that because she liked Jay Chou and I didn't, she also had a "war of words". ...

When we are immersed in happiness and happiness. Happy time, the old man quietly passed 365 days, and the footsteps of summer gradually approached. This means that primary school graduation is coming. We are about to enter middle school. Although there was a "pledge of eternal love" at that time. "Till Death Do Us Part" said that he would go to the same middle school, but later his "dream" was torn by the ruthless reality, and we seldom met again. ...

When I open the photo album again and see her photos again, I always feel helpless and worried. When I recall the good times with her again, my mouth always rises slightly. But I am very pleased, because that time has been deeply imprinted in my mind, deeply, deeply. ...

At this moment, I really want to ask; How are you doing? Do you remember our agreement? Anyway, I will always bless you, my dear good friend.

6. Composition My favorite photo (400 words) Every time I open the photo album, there are many photos in it. There is one I think is "the apple of my eye". There is a little me in the photo, snuggling in my parents' arms and smiling so sweetly.

Just when I turned one and a half years old, my parents took me to Penglai Park to take photos. I'm very, very scared. My left hand clutched my mother's clothes tightly, as if it were going to fall off. I have a big red balloon in my right hand. My mother also drew a red beauty spot on my forehead, which set off the red flowers like green leaves. With it, I look more beautiful and lovely.

When I started taking pictures, my father smiled from ear to ear; Mom's mouth is smiling like a newly opened peony flower. I ah! I was looking around, at a loss, and I didn't know I had taken a photo. That looks real, funny and naughty. My uncle with a camera took this opportunity to take this precious photo. What a happy moment! What a happy life!

I like it because it records the happy and sweet life of our family.

There are many photos in my closet, but I only like one.

This photo is from this side. In the past summer vacation, my uncle and I went to Guiyang to play together. At nine o'clock the next morning, we arrived in Huangguoshu happily by car. We visited Tianxing Bridge first, and then we came to the gate of Huangguoshu Waterfall. As soon as we entered, there was a deafening rumble in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling. When I looked closer, I saw a lot of water mist flapping on my face, which was very cool. Approached, a huge white curtain came into view, that is Huangguoshu Waterfall. I saw countless drops of water splashing down.

Under the sunshine, these water drops are as beautiful as strings of colorful pearls, shining with dazzling light. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered a poem by Li Bai, a great poet, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days". Then we move on. Soon, we came to the left of the waterfall. I was surprised to find a black hole here. Oh! So this is the filming and singing of Journey to the West-water curtain cave. So we went in. I walked for a while and then came out. I saw a monument standing next to it, engraved with three concave characters-water curtain cave. Later, I decided to take a photo here. I saw my uncle's camera click, which left a permanent memory for water curtain cave and me.

I like this photo because when I see it, I can clearly see the Huangguoshu Waterfall in my mind. My favorite photo is a photo taken with a Russian aunt at Zhelin Lake in Yongxiu this May 1 Golden Week. Because this is the first time in my life to take a photo with a foreigner with blue eyes and yellow hair.

It was a sunny early summer, and a group of nine people, including father, uncle and aunt, came to visit the beautiful Zhelin Lake. There are more than a dozen small islands on the lake, each with its own characteristics. One of the attractions called "Crocodile Island" is very interesting. Choose beautiful scenery, fresh air and wonderful performances. It is said that there will be two Russian grandmothers performing on 10 in the morning, and our party can't wait to see it. After waiting for a long time, I finally got a wonderful performance from two tall Russian aunts. I saw that they sang and danced for a while, and their movements were tacit and beautiful, winning applause from the audience from time to time. I feasted my eyes and enjoyed this exotic national culture, and I couldn't help clapping my hands. After the performance, my father asked me to take a photo with my Russian aunt. I thought at that time: Will people be "stars" and take photos with our children? At the invitation of my father, I didn't expect a beautiful young Russian aunt to agree. I saw her walk out of the performance site very easygoing, holding my hand and taking a step to a lush forest. She leaned close to me with a smile and let me sit on her lap. Suddenly, I felt like snuggling in my mother's arms, so intoxicated and happy, with a gratified smile on my face. Click, this moment is fixed as eternity-"My favorite photo" was born.

Later, this photo was carefully put into a beautiful photo album and treasured in the depths of memory. ...

7. An old photo composition 150 words, a whole childhood photo.

Everyone has his own childhood, and everyone's childhood life is different, but it is also full of joy and laughter. Everyone has their own childhood photos, and one of my childhood photos made me laugh. Do you want to know why? I didn't know anything about what happened in this photo, because it was too small at that time, and my grandmother told me later. At that time, I was only two or three years old, and my grandmother took me to take pictures with my aunt's daughter Jia Jia. When I went in, everything was ready. Jiajia sits in front of the car and I sit behind it. Because it was small, the camera flashed and scared me to cry. As a result, I looked sad and burst into tears. Grandpa said, "Delete this photo." Grandma disagreed and said to wait until I grew up to see how I faced it. When I grew up, I accidentally turned to this photo, so I picked it up and said to my grandmother, "Look, grandma, behind me is Jiajia, she is crying, look!" !

At that time, I was very proud My grandmother said, "That's not your sister, it's you." . I said, "I'm older than her. I am sitting in the front, and it should be Jia Jia who is crying. " Grandma said very seriously, "haven't I been spoiled by you all day since I was a child?" You are almost a sister. "When I was angry, I threw the photos on the table and left.

At night, I feel that I have been weak and sick since I was a child. My grandmother won't let me do anything. She loves me very much. Besides, I am timid, and it must be me who cried. I know that no matter who is crying, I will leave a good memory. This photo makes me understand a truth, that is, as a sister, even if she is only one month older than her sister, she should do her duty and take care of her sister, so she must be a qualified and competent sister.

8. When I opened the photo album, a photo caught my attention. Take the memory express and return to Yunnan Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park. On the day I boarded the "Yulong Snow Mountain", the story behind the photo seemed to have happened yesterday-it was a sunny morning, and my mother, many teachers and I went to the Yulong Snow Mountain Forest Park in Yunnan by bus. Today we are going to climb a mountain, the Yulong Snow Mountain, the lowest ocean glacier in the world. Because the mountain is very high, the guide bought us tickets to take the cable car. There were so many people on the cable car that we waited for about half an hour before it was our turn to get on. We got on the cable car, and I was a little scared at first. The cable car began to rise slowly, the wind whizzed past my ears, and my heart pounded. It took me a long time to get used to it My brother, who was on a cable car with me, looked excited and not afraid at all. Seeing him like this, I also calmed down. Look down, wow! There are green trees everywhere, and these lush trees are connected into a large piece, like a green ocean. My brother and I shouted happily. In a blink of an eye, we came to the top of the mountain. The tour guide took us to the scenic spot on the top of the snowy mountain and looked at the scenery below. Ah! The scenery seen here is really spectacular! Standing here, you can see a panoramic view of the mountain. You see, the green trees are looming under the mist, and under the illumination of the morning light, they also reflect different colors, just like those seen in fairy tales, so beautiful! It's like seeing a fairyland on earth! I can't help but be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me, and I can't help humming. Just as I was deep in thought, I heard a click. I turned my head and saw that while I was fascinated, it was my uncle who left me this eternal and beautiful memory.

Now every time I see this photo, I will fall into a beautiful memory. . . . . .

a photo

On my desk, there is a photo of graduation photo, who graduated from the sixth grade and is my classmate. It is still in the most conspicuous place on my desk.

Recalling our six-year life, we have had our ups and downs; Sweet, had; Bitter, had; Spicy, there have been; Salty, too.

I remember when we first met, no one knew anyone, but in the end, we were so reluctant to part.

When we became classmates in Class One, all the students introduced themselves. I still vaguely remember that scene, some funny, some disgusting, some serious. What a headache. The students in our class are very United, especially in the activities organized by the school. The spirit of unity, friendship and mutual assistance was discovered unconsciously. When we won the prize, the whole class was unhappy. They all drew a "V" shape happily and shouted: "Yeah!" That momentum is really spectacular, sweeter than eating honey. There is always crying when there is sweetness. We were all among the best in the collective exam, but who knows, just as we were all waiting for the championship ranking, God knows, we actually fell behind one in the ranking of the complete works and won the runner-up. We are all depressed. When we are disappointed, the teacher comes to comfort us, cheer us up and encourage us to make progress. She didn't blame us, but used her clever picture. After the baptism of this storm, we love learning more and work harder. During this time, our classmates all worked hard. Finally, it was worth it, and we won back the first place that belongs to us. This makes the bitterness in the process gradually fade away.

The students in our class may have turned into their impatience, and they want to take immediate action in everything they do. As long as it is decided or negotiated, they will definitely implement it immediately, which makes me inadvertently think of some spicy people. There are tears when you laugh. During our six years together, we have got to know each other. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it." If a classmate in our class is bullied, we are absolutely duty-bound to get justice for her, so it makes salty tears sweet and penetrate into our hearts. ...

A photo can evoke all kinds of interesting things in our wonderful childhood.

Whenever I see this photo on the table, my heart can't help but be like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Every flavor is so meaningful, and every flavor contains our beautiful memories, which makes us have a wonderful childhood.

9. composition: the story of an old photo, with the title of "photo" and a hundred words at the beginning.

Mottled shadows fell silently, and the wind blew gently, filtering out the flaws in my heart. Swinging slightly, the dust becomes lovely, dancing in the sun, 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 shines light on you. ...

Time always waits for no one, and slowly passes, leaving deep or shallow traces. Maybe a diary and a photo will make your thoughts fly far away ... Bing Xin has a poem: childhood is the truth in a dream, the dream in reality, but memories are a tearful smile. Childhood is always the deepest and most touching memory. Picking up the old photos of childhood, the kite of memories began to set sail. ...

"Who is that crying child? It really doesn't hurt 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 that possible? Not at all. " "That's you!" "No ... yes. "My mother saw that I was afraid of being exposed and whispered to me," Okay, 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 meeting strangers ... "I am impatient. "Say the text, stop criticizing me." "okay. I'll take you to the playground when your cousin comes in summer. You look around, but you can't find anything to play with. Finally, you saw the safe steam charging game, dancing with joy and scrambling to play. After I bought you a ticket, I picked you up, but it was not what you wanted. You jumped up and down, but instead of standing still, you sat on the mat. I wanted to laugh at you, but you cried at once. I hurried to your side and asked what you were doing. But you kept crying and saying,' I'm afraid, I won't play!' I comforted you and let you continue to play. It is impossible to buy a ticket without playing. But you just won't. If you cry any louder, the playground will be flooded! Your cousin had a brainwave and quickly took it with a camera. I have no choice but to hold you down. Then this old crying photo was born. "

After listening to my mother's dictation, I immediately blushed, blushed. I really want to throw away this old photo, and I can'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 as a child, it was also a trace left by me during my growth. I held the photo carefully and looked at me when I was a child. I seem to be crying in the photo, but I smile as brightly as the sun.

10. Write a photo composition. Affection is indispensable to life and the most important emotion.

-Inscription This is a family photo of our family and the only one at present. How time flies! It passed in the blink of an eye.

This photo has been taken for six years. Every time I look at the photo frame, I always look at the family photos carefully: aunt, uncle, second aunt, second uncle, uncle, menstruation, mom and dad, grandparents, cousins. I look so happy.

The wrinkles on grandpa's forehead and the silver thread on grandma's head all tell their weather-beaten life journey. Of course, they can appreciate the joy of life best.

I clearly remember that it was the Spring Festival in 2000, and the whole family, old and young, rushed back to their grandparents' homes from all over the country for the reunion year. At that time, I was only seven years old and sensible, but I didn't know the true meaning of reunion at all, only that there were many people.

But since then, the whole family has rarely been together. Now every holiday, either my cousin didn't come, or my cousin didn't come ... Grandma always regrets to say to herself, "When can the whole family get together again?" When you are busy, it is always the easiest to ignore the mood of the older generation. Now, this family photo is slowly yellowing under the erosion of years, but the happy smile of the whole family is always so fresh.

I think maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. Our whole family will definitely get together again.

There will definitely be a more beautiful and treasured family photo. Pure friendship and passionate love will eventually become family ties.

Friends! May you cherish this indelible feeling. -Postscript.