Warm composition of photos

No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition and must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of composition, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the warm composition of the photos I arranged for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

I am a quiet boy, and I often stay at home alone for a long time. Once, when I was sorting out bookcases at home, I found many previous photos. Two of the photos locked my sight, and I looked at them as if I saw the scene again.

The first photo is blurred, maybe the pixel of the mobile phone is too low! But I can still clearly see a towel on my forehead. The white towel is so conspicuous on the small forehead. According to dad, it's three or four in the morning. I woke them up with tears. I have a fever! My mother took my temperature with a thermometer, 40 degrees! In this way, mom and dad are in a hurry. My mother quickly brought a basin of water, soaked the towel in cold water for a while, covered my head, and dipped the towel in water to wipe my body. After repeated several times, my temperature dropped a little, but my mother was still worried and stayed with me until dawn. Looking at the photos, my heart trembled a little!

The second photo shows my mother holding me in an infusion. In the snow-white ward, a thin infusion tube was attached to the back of the hand, and the mother on the side looked sad. I remember it very clearly. At that time, I kept coughing and had a fever. My mother took me to the hospital to take a black film, and I could see the bones. The doctor said it was pneumonia and had to be hospitalized. Alas, you live for ten days at a time and lose several bottles of liquid a day. How much I hated my poor physical fitness at that time! But every day my mother goes to the hospital and gives me a hug. I was held in my arms, warm all over. I draw strength from my mother's arms!

Although I am a man, I am very weak. Mother love surrounds me like air, and mother love wraps me like cotton candy. Looking at these two photos, my heart is warm and harmonious! I secretly said to myself: I want to exercise hard and make myself strong, so as to protect my mother!

Every time I see the first photo of my sister and me on the photo wall, I will smile knowingly. ...

It was the summer vacation three years ago. My mother is in hospital. No one cooks for me, no one covers me, no one takes care of me. I always feel empty. Dad said that mom would bring a sister when she came back. I have imagined my sister countless times. Her eyes must be bright, her skin is as wheat-colored as mine, and she has a pair of slender hands.

Five days later, my father told me that my mother was coming back from the hospital with her newborn little sister. I am so happy that I am absent-minded and humming a little song. I am very excited again, because I can finally meet my missing mother and my sister who I have never met. My father and I immediately began to clean the house and put my favorite plush bear on the bed for my sister.

It's been a long time. Finally, I don't know how long it took. I heard a rhythmic knock at the door. I rushed to open the door at once. I saw grandpa, grandma and mom standing outside the door. Mom looks a little thinner than when she was not in hospital. She looks tired, but the smile on her face is still bright. My grandmother has a baby in her arms, and I know it's my sister. I immediately bent down to look. A small face as big as a big apple, a pair of black eyes actually looked at me and my heart was warm. I really want to hug her, but my grandmother said, "Sit on the sofa and give you a hug later." I obediently sat on the sofa, waiting for my grandmother to give me a crystal sister. She held her sister in her arms carefully, and I felt soft, as if I would be crushed with a little force. Her body is warm, as if the sun is shining on me. She stared at me with big eyes and looked curious. I couldn't help saying hello to her, and her mouth cracked. I quickly shouted to my father: "Dad! Sister smiled! " Dad quickly turned around, took out his mobile phone and took a photo. On this day, I have been in a state of excitement, and even walking is like stepping on a cloud. I will never forget this day.

Every time I see this photo, I will think of that warm scene.

Warm composition of photos 3 Open the photo album, dazzling photos, dazzling. But that photo is particularly eye-catching, which makes me remember it vividly.

This is my first time to participate in the sports meeting. That morning, I was preparing for the "venue" of our class, when suddenly there was a shout on the radio: "Please get ready for the students who run 50 meters." I walked slowly past, seemingly calm, but my heart kept beating. At the beginning, the teacher pinned the code on us, and I looked around the contestants. Wow, everyone is fine. I'm scared, but I can't back down. I want to win glory for my class and myself, and strive for a good grade in the exam.

I stood at the starting line, waiting for the signal of the starting gun. After a while, I heard a bang and all the staff ran away. I rushed over like an arrow that left the string. I am currently ranked fifth. At this time, there was a broadcast in the ear: "Chaoweibiao, come on! Come on! I believe you can do it, come on ... "Ah, this is the contribution of my classmates, who are cheering for me! Suddenly I felt an endless force pushing me, and I directly surpassed the fourth, third and second! I need another one, but at this moment, my legs are starting to get sore. This power has disappeared, and there is still a little distance from the finish line. I can't lose! I secretly gritted my teeth and said to myself, "I want to win glory for my class and myself!" " "At that moment, I had the strength to surpass the first place again. Finally, he won the first place with a good score of 9. 10 second.

Soon, a beautiful voice came from the radio: "Please come to the stage for the first place in the 50 meters." The students cheered, and I rushed to the podium at the fastest speed, standing in the first place. Teacher Wang is also here. Look, she smiled at me and said, "Great, come and smile!" " "Looking at the smiling faces of classmates and teachers, I feel warm and proud." Hey! "Teacher Wang pressed the shutter, and the warm moment was fixed in the camera.

That day, I felt the sky was particularly blue, the sun was particularly warm, and my smiling face was particularly bright in the sun!

Every time I open my childhood photo album and see that photo in the hospital, my thoughts will be pulled back to that warm moment. Although many years have passed, the people in the photos have left an indelible memory in my heart.

I remember when I was in the middle class in kindergarten, I jumped up and down on the sofa naughty, and I fell on the edge of the coffee table. A blood hole immediately appeared on the eye, and the blood was DC. My parents rushed me to the hospital and the doctor pushed me into the operating room for suture surgery.

I woke up the next day and felt the gauze wrapped in my eyes. I'm so scared, I'm afraid my eyes will be invisible, and I'm afraid my eyes will hurt until I cry. An elder sister who is a few years older than me in the next bed whispered, "Don't be afraid, little sister, I have stitches, too, but don't worry. The doctor said that my eyes are fine and the pain will stop soon." I took what she said with a grain of salt, and now I'm still crying, even my mother can't coax me. At this time, like magic, my sister took out a colorful lollipop and handed it to me. Such beautiful candy is my dream. I stopped crying at once and took the lollipop. Then my sister took out a picture book and whispered to me, "This is my favorite book. Let me tell you about it. The story inside is very interesting. " In this way, I ate a lollipop and read a story book with my sister, and instantly forgot the pain. At that moment, my mother took photos for us and recorded this warm moment.

Although my sister at the bedside in the ward is a stranger to me, her actions have warmed me, made me forget the pain and brought me happiness. There are so many warm people around me. I will be a person who knows how to warm others in the future.

Warm composition of the photo 5 Whenever I open the photo album, my eyes will always stay on the photo of me and my teammates holding the championship trophy for a long time. I seem to be back in that exciting football match.

It was the final of the "evening paper cup" football match in Ningbo, and we faced the powerful Jiangdong Central Team. In the first half, the two sides drew 0-0. In the second half, there are only four minutes left in the game. I broke into the restricted area and was about to push someone with my left foot. Suddenly, my opponent quickly slid the shovel towards me and I fell to the ground. With a beep, the referee immediately blew his whistle and pointed his finger at the penalty spot. I personally take the penalty. "What should I do if I save it, what should I do if I hit the door frame, and what should I do if I miss it?" Many thoughts flashed through my mind. All eyes were fixed on me, and my heart was pounding. "Yao Yucheng, you can seize this golden opportunity and believe in yourself." I stepped back a few steps to prepare for the run-up, then rushed to the ball, tightened my instep and kicked it with all my strength. Unfortunately, the force was too strong, and the ball hit the post with a bang and bounced off the sideline. I was so disappointed that I held my head in my hands and stared at the lawn with tears in my eyes. The players all came to comfort me. "Come on, there is still some time in the game. We can win. " "Everyone makes mistakes. What's the big deal? " But I'm still immersed in sadness. The coach also looked at me with encouraging eyes, as if to say, "Yao Yucheng, it doesn't matter." Penalty is normal. " The smallest player in the company came running and gave me a hug. "Remember our promise before the game? Be sure to fight until the last moment. " This hug is like an invisible force pushing me forward, and it is also like a warm current rushing into my heart. I cheer up again. At the end of the game, I received a wonderful pass from my teammates, even passed three people, and shot with one foot, and the ball hung straight to the corner of the goal. "The ball is in!" Our team cheered. The final score was fixed at 1-0.

Today, three years later, looking at this familiar photo, the warmth inside still moistens my heart and makes me unforgettable.

There is such a photo in my photo album that I feel very warm every time I see it.

Today, I turned out the photo album again and saw the photos taken by my father and me. In the photo, my father stood on the bridge with my back. I remember that my father was already sweating.

This photo was taken by my father and I in the Botanical Garden of Forestry Bureau five years ago in the summer. There is a long wooden bridge in the botanical garden, and there is only one chain on both sides of the bridge. Walking on it, the bridge shook, and I dared not walk by myself, so I let my father carry me. The wooden bridge is long. Dad was panting when he saw it halfway. I am very distressed by my father and carefully ask: "Dad, you are tired, I will go by myself!" " "Dad quickly swallowed his breath, grabbed my ass with both hands and said," It's okay, eldest son, dad is not tired. Have you held your father steady? " Say that finish, continue to stride forward. Every day, it's like an oven melting people. Dad is sweating like a pig. He's like a drowned rat just out of the pot. Sweat soaked his short sleeves. The more I look at it, the more distressed I am, thinking: Dad! I know you are tired, why do you insist? Don't break your body! I wiped the bean-sized sweat from my father's forehead with my hand.

Finally, after crossing the wooden bridge, my father put me down with a smile, adjusted my clothes and said with a smile, "Dad is a Hercules. No matter how old you are, I can hold you. " But I know dad is exhausted now. I smiled and said, Dad, come here. I kissed my father gently on the face. Dad said happily, good son. Dad loves you. Father's love is a cotton candy, which always wraps us gently, not bitter or tired.

I put the photo album back, and the warm memory of time in this photo is still fresh.

Tonight, I casually opened the photo album, which contained photos of my family's trip to the Aegean Sea, photos of my rehearsal dance, and …

Among them, what impressed me the most was the photo of me rehearsing the dance.

Before learning to dance, I thought dancing was particularly simple, so my mother signed me up for a class to learn solo dance, and I began to learn solo dance. In the first class, the teacher always said that this movement of mine was not good-looking, and that movement was uncoordinated, which made me dizzy. When I got home, I was tired and thirsty, so I said to my mother, "Mom, I don't want to learn." Mother asked doubtfully, "Why?" I said, "because learning to fly solo is too tired!" " Mother said: "The most important thing in learning is persistence. Retreat when you encounter any difficulties. If you don't have the courage to face them, overcome them and stick to it, how can you succeed? " How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? "Hearing these words, I immediately went to practice dancing.

Later I heard that there was a three-solo (solo, solo, solo) competition in the city. My dance teacher knew about it and immediately signed me up. After that, she buckled my movements over and over again. I worked hard with my teacher and kept practicing until all the movements were proficient and fluent. After that, the teacher took me to participate in the "three independences" competition. Now, I am proficient in solo dance, but I don't know the result of the competition. I'm so nervous!

One day, two days, three days ... a month later. ...

The results of the competition came out and I won the third prize in the lower group. Hearing this news, I went to my mother and said, "Mom, I won the third prize in the' Three Independence' competition." Mom said happily, "You are great!"

Every time I see this photo, I think of my mother's encouragement and let me know that no matter what I do, I must persist, and only by persisting in hard work can I succeed.

I have a photo, which was taken in a hot spring in Tang Chi.

In the photo, my father hugged me and my grandparents were by my side. We are all wearing swimsuits, and our faces are as red as ripe red apples. Everyone laughs happily, and I feel very warm every time I see this photo!

Dad has always wanted to teach me the skill of swimming, but he has never had a chance. Either my father has no time, or it's cold, and my mother is afraid that I will catch a cold. Finally, during the National Day holiday, my family went swimming in Tang Chi Hot Springs.

At that time, we chose a hot spring hotel, put on our swimsuits and went to the swimming pool. After doing some warm-up exercises with grandpa, everyone jumped into the water with a splash. I hesitated, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and jumped with one foot. And I almost sank. At this time, my father came to me and began to teach me to swim.

Dad waved, kicked and began to swim to me again and again. I also try to learn from my father's posture and practice it again and again. At first, my movements were not in place. When I am about to sink, my mother will hold me by her side. Grandparents also encouraged me in fear and surrounded me at any time, fearing that I would be flooded! I feel that no matter what difficulties, as long as my family encourages me, I am not afraid of anything! In order to swim freely in the water like my father, I have been practicing hard all morning.

Because it is hot spring water, our faces are red, or maybe my face is flushed because of excessive exercise, and crystal drops of water hang on my forehead and shine in the light. Mom asked the hotel staff to take this photo for us.

In the photo, I snuggled up in the loving arms of my family, and my bright smiling face brought me endless warmth. I like this warm photo, and I love my family!

Warm composition of the photo 9 Since childhood, many things have happened in my life like the stars in the sky. Today, I will take you to see the brightest star and my childhood.

It was a winter and it snowed heavily. The whole world is like a white cotton-padded jacket and a quilt. At this moment, I was staring at the field when my father came up to me and said, "Mary, look at the heavy snow outside. Why don't we make a snowman!" " "I nodded, and my father skipped upstairs and came to the door. In front of me is a world covered with snow. Wow! I was shocked and thought: What a snowman we have to make with such thick snow! Dad urged: "hurry up, or the sun will come out soon and the snow will melt!" " "

I took a small shovel and made the snow into a small snowball. First, I made two little feet. Father made a "buttered beer belly" with a big snowball and put it on his feet. I ran away when my father made a snowman's big head. Where have I been? I went to find the snowman's hands and five senses. I picked up two dead branches, found two big stones and pebbles, and hurried back to the house.

Back in the "Mansion", I found that my father made it into long blond hair with a corn beard. I wrapped my eyes, nose, mouth and ears with my little hand, and the snowman smiled and surrounded the remaining stones into a love. "Wow!" Dad's amazement and applause came from behind him. Dad called the whole family over, and "click" mom recorded this wonderful moment with her mobile phone.

This is the most beautiful star in my heart. Whenever I see a photo and recall the beautiful moment of that day, it becomes a beautiful memory in my heart. Without this day, will my childhood be beautiful?

Warm composition of the photo 10 Whenever I see the photo of that little yellow puppy, I can't help but think of my puppy: "Black Egg".

It was a morning three years ago, and I was fascinated by it when I suddenly heard my mother calling me. I followed the sound to the yard and saw my mother holding a puppy. I looked at it carefully: black all over, no hair; Chubby, small nose and claws, very attractive. So, I gave it a nice name "Black Egg".

When I started raising it, I just played with it as a toy. I often hit it and play tricks on it. When I see it screaming, I will hit it harder. But then something happened, which changed my bad attitude towards it and established a friendship with it. One day, on my way home from school, I saw some big vicious dogs. I don't know why, they chased me for no reason. My legs are too weak to run. Those big dogs came to me. Just as they were about to bite me, a black thing flashed in front of my eyes. Ah, here comes my savior, Black Egg. It bravely knocked down the leading Dagong dog, and several other big dogs flew to the "nine heavens" like flying. "I bullied you so much, why did you come to save me?" The black egg barked a few times, as if to say, "Little master, it doesn't matter. Protecting the owner is our dog's mission. " Since then, "Black Egg" has become my inseparable good partner.

A year later, Black Egg got sick. I take out all my pocket money, buy medicine for the puppy and give it to the black egg in egg soup every day, but the condition of the black egg has not improved, but it has become more serious; Until one morning, I got up and couldn't find the black egg. I searched all over my yard and finally found a black egg in a brick pile. It curled up, and when I touched it, I felt its body was cold, and it was dead. The dog is hidden among the bricks, so I can't find it. Don't you want to make me sad? I cried. Black egg is really a good dog who only thinks of others.

Looking at the yellow photos of black eggs, I thought: If there is an afterlife, black eggs, we are still good friends!

Warm composition of the photo 1 1 Grandma scrubbed the photo with the cloth in her hand, and the photo has turned yellow. Time cannot go back, but memory can.

Spring is like a dream, summer is like drops, autumn is like drunkenness, and winter is like jade. That year, we just chose this season. Dad took us to a place called Zhujiagou. I heard there was a lantern festival there! There is no need to worry, because it will be more beautiful at night. So, we arrived at four or five o'clock, and I could only express those pictures the deepest, because I was only five or six years old at that time, and I only remember having a good time that day!

It was dusk, and Xia Hong in the sky could not fade for a long time. As soon as I entered the garden, I saw a tall tower, which was surprisingly high, but not as high as those of the Oriental Pearl, but so much higher than me. I can only stand on tiptoe and look up. Only at night did I see its true face: the crystal blue light shone like the blue eyes of Princess Rose. At first it was the blue of roses, but now it shines like stars in the sky.

Approaching a path, roses quietly open in the night, and the red light under them is burning their most beautiful side. In the middle of the path and the path paved with rose petals, the little lights shone before their eyes, more dazzling than fire.

What surprised me most was the light of the swan model, which was covered with fluff and white light. It was so beautiful. It's like a ballet dancer in front of my eyes, and its elegant dance steps sway in front of my eyes. Dad took photos for us in front of the swan-shaped lights, and our beautiful memories were frozen at this moment.

Now, grandma can't go out because of an accident in her leg. She often looks at that photo and just sits there, recalling the scene and feelings at that time.

Time can't go back, but we can recall them and their beauty. See you that day!

Warm composition of photos 12 There will be a beautiful memory behind every photo. What I remember most is the photo of my first day as a primary school student.

I remember when I was in the first year of high school, our school issued a particularly beautiful school uniform. I was very happy and excited at that time.

When I came home from school that day, my mother tried it on for me first, whether it was big or small. I tried it and thought it was a little big, so I told my mother. My mother replied, "It doesn't matter. It's okay to wear it bigger. I can still wear it next year. "

When I finished the homework assigned by the teacher, my mother said, "Come, I'll take you to Dehe Park to take pictures as a souvenir." When we arrived at Dehe Park, we found a place with good light to take pictures. My left hand rested on her hips, and my right hand gestured "Yeah". I twisted my waist and smiled happily. Just listen to "click" and the photo will be taken!

It's almost time for school. My mother said to me, "Go to school, it's almost time." I have to go to school reluctantly. In the class, our whole class is competing for beauty. The one said, "I am the most beautiful." This one says, "I am the most beautiful." I thought to myself: I look the most beautiful in school uniform.

So as soon as I got home from school, I asked my mother where my photo was. My mother replied, "It's on your bedroom wall." I can't wait to run to my room and enjoy my beautiful photos.

In this photo, I am wearing a colored checkered top and a gray skirt, standing in the sun, smiling brightly, so cute!

This is my first day as a real pupil, and I believe I will cherish this photo forever.

Warm composition of photos 13 Open the drawer, take out the precious photo album, and gently open it, and the photos come into my eyes. I feel very warm at this time, because I have a photo of Zhang Zhengui in my hand, but there is only one shadow in it. Do you want to know why? Listen to me carefully. It started seven years ago-

My mother has a childlike innocence, and sometimes she looks like a little child. When I was a child, she often played games with me. Once we went to the park to play, under the light, our shadows became longer and shorter, bigger and smaller, and we began to play the game of "stepping on shadows". At my father's command, I ran to my mother's shadow and stepped on it. I shouted, "I stepped on it!" " "Clapping your hands happily means that I won a game. The second round started again, and I still ran into my mother's shadow. My mother flashed quickly and the shadow disappeared. Instead, she stepped on my shadow and scared me to run to my father screaming. Finally, I somehow found that our shadows overlapped, so I quickly stopped a rotation of 180 degrees. I bumped into my mother, and a recoil bounced me to the ground like a ball. I fell down like a little turtle.

The game continued, and my father took this beautiful and warm moment with his mobile phone: a pair of shadows, the shadows of my mother and me.

Now I see this picture again. It is like a time machine, which takes me back to seven years ago and relives a shadow-stepping game. I wish I didn't grow up. I have always had my parents around, but my mother said, "Everyone should learn to grow up by themselves." Since then, it has become a beautiful and warm memory on my growing road!

Warm composition of photos 14 Today, I dug out an album and blew the dust on it. When I opened it, I found many photos: photos of my mother feeding pigeons, photos of me riding a bike with my father, and photos of me playing with my good friends. A photo caught my eye. It was a photo of my mother carrying me on the pier of Sanyong Lake.

Mother was full of sweat, and the sweat like soybeans rolled down her cheeks, like a broken pearl. No matter how tired my mother is, no matter how unhappy she is, she always smiles in front of me. When she smiled, her mouth rose slightly, her mouth rose slightly, and there were slight wrinkles in her eyes. When she smiles, she is so beautiful, so bright and so warm! Although my mother smiled happily on the surface, she was exhausted inside.

I was ill at that time and had a bad headache. Even the strength to walk is gone. But I still want to go out for a walk, but my father is not at home.

Mother thought for a moment and said, "I'll carry you."

So we came to Sanyong Lake, where there are a sea of people and seagulls flying freely in the sky. The bridge of Sanyong Lake is very long. My mother was sweating behind my back. I feel sorry for my mother.

So he said to his mother, "Mom, I'll go by myself!" " "

Mother smiled and said, "Never mind, I'm not tired."

I thought to myself, "Mom, I know you are tired, but why do you insist?" Maybe it's because women are weak, but being a mother is just right. "

Then dad called and asked where we were. Mother told him that we were in Sanyong Lake.

After a while, my father came. He took me away from my mother. Dad whispered to me, "I just secretly took a picture of my mother carrying you." You must always remember my mother's love and dedication to you. "

I put the photo album back, and this beautiful memory of time is still fresh. I found my eyes moist.

I have a good friend. Her name is Liu Binbin. Because Liu Binbin's parents have been working in other places for a long time and seldom come back, it makes her very sad.

This year, Liu Binbin's parents will come back on National Day, which makes her ecstatic. She also came to tell me that I was very happy for her. But one day, I was playing with her when suddenly her phone rang. Liu Binbin was as happy as a rabbit, skipping to answer the phone. I gasped and had a premonition that something bad was going to happen! After a while, I only heard her roar, followed by the sound of broken glass. I rushed in trembling. It turned out that she ruined their family photo, which was her favorite thing! Then she kicked me out and cried alone in the room!

I think Binbin's parents must have something to do and can't come back. I sighed and felt sorry for her.

Binbin and her grandmother went to the supermarket at the weekend. I found that stupid photo in front of her house, and I thought, huh? Why is this photo here? I had a brainwave. I'll fix it and give it back to her! I brought the glue stick first, stuck it again and again, and then dried it in the sun to make the glue dry faster. Then I put the photo in a brand-new photo frame, painted it with colored pens, pasted flowers and pasted ivy vines, and it was completed successfully!

I put my "masterpiece" in front of Binbin's house with a smile and secretly hid in a place to watch it.

Ah! They're back! My heart is in my throat. When she saw the photo, her hand was shaking all the time, and she suddenly jumped up with tears in her eyes and cried, "I know it's you!" " "Liu Binbin ran to my side and hugged me, speechless with joy, and I smiled.

Since then, our friendship has become closer and we have become inseparable partners.