Composition with the story in the photo 1. Ha, so many photos! I happily dug out the photos in the album. Taste the happiness in the photo. When I see them, I will think of everything and those happy times: when I see them, I will forget everything and be calm in those happy times.
Look, isn't this a photo taken before we went to the divisibility class? We 14 students stand, sit and lie down. On the green lawn, we laughed happily, but there seemed to be a trace of doubt in the laughter: Aren't we having a math class? What's the photo shoot for? It turns out that the teacher took photos to let us know exactly what the divisibility of numbers is and what the conditions are. The division of two integers is illustrated by how students group. The quotient is exactly an integer, and the remainder can only be divisible if it is zero. Everyone learned knowledge from the activities and got happiness from learning knowledge. Great!
Well, this is our photo taken on June 1 20xx. In the photo, we are happily stepping on the balloon! I saw the students wearing colorful balloons on their feet, stepping on each other's balloons and not letting others step on them. This game needs great vigilance and flexibility. I strode carefully to the meeting, absorbed. With the teacher's command, the game began. I stepped on a classmate's balloon before he was caught off guard. Who knows, I haven't had time to rejoice, but Xiaohua quickly stepped on my balloon. I quickly dodged away and raised my feet. He stepped on an empty place. But I jumped up and stepped on his balloon when I came down. Great! This makes me happier and calmer in the joy of the winner! I heard another bang. I was wondering, when I saw it, there was another broken balloon on the ground, which was mine! It turned out that the clever Hui Huili used my "heart" with Xiaohua and stepped on my balloon. It can be said that "the mantis catches the cicada, and the yellowbird is behind", "the gun that opens the bow is easy to block, but the arrow that opens the bow is difficult to prevent"! It seems that you can't get carried away! The game of stepping on balloons has exercised our flexibility and improved our vigilance, which really makes us very happy.
Ah! Another photo. This is a picture of me and Xiao Fei! At that time, I was teaching Xiao Fei to solve the problem wholeheartedly, and Xiao Fei listened to me patiently. Speak sincerely and listen attentively. We hit it off, and it was Xiao Zhang, who loves photography, who captured this wonderful moment. Xiao Fei has transferred to another school. This photo is the only photo of me and him. It is a witness and a photo of friendship.
Hi, the story in the photo, like colorful bubbles, floats under the blue sky and in the beautiful campus, bringing us infinite joy and shaping a colorful campus.
There is an eye-catching photo in our photo album. There is a very energetic and handsome boy in the photo, and that is me. This photo was taken on 1 1 month 1 1 day in 2007, when my father and I came to Suzhou and stayed in the park.
I remember that when we entered the Lingering Garden, the tour guide uncle said, "Little friend, Lingering Garden is very dangerous, and the water is very deep. Everyone should pay attention! " After that, the guide took us into a garden in the east. Adults look at the scenery with relish, while our children are collecting leaves from trees. My eyes suddenly lit up, "ah! A lot of goldfish! " Thousands of goldfish play freely in the water with different shapes. Really beautiful! Some of them are dancing, some are playing, some are eating tourists' fish food, which is really dazzling ... I look carefully, and you have red, yellow, orange, white and black. The lake is green. I don't know why fish can live. I guess the leaves around the lake reflect the lake green! Watching the fish swim around happily, I involuntarily asked my father for two yuan and bought a bag of the best fish food. I caught a handful of fish food and threw it into the lake. Fish scramble for fish food. I jumped up with joy and almost fell into the lake. Fortunately, my father pulled my clothes quickly, otherwise I would swim with the fish! So my father took this picture of me.
I saw this photo as soon as I opened the album, and I remembered it immediately. Although it has been more than two years, I still remember it vividly!
In my photo album, there is a photo. Whenever I see this photo, I always blush. At that time, I was six. Naively, I held a mop. You may ask, why do I blush when I see this photo? I will tell you slowly ...
When you were young, your mother would weigh you and measure your height every few months. I remember one day when I was six years old, I heard my mother say excitedly, "Ah, Tingting has grown two centimeters in three months!" " Grandma, who was mopping the floor, quickly put down the mop, picked me up and said happily, "Hey, the baby has grown taller. In the future, we should eat more rice and eat more nutritious and delicious food, so that we can grow faster. "
At this time, praised by my grandmother, I was looking at the mirror happily. Suddenly, I saw the mop next to the mirror. I look around. Gee, I accidentally found the mop as high as my height. "Ah, I know how old the mop is!" I shouted in surprise, as if I had discovered a new continent. My mother and grandmother looked at each other in surprise and asked inexplicably, "Does the mop have an age?" I said solemnly, "can't you use your head?" Six years old, of course! " Mother asked doubtfully, "Why?" "Because the mop is as tall as me!" I'm proud to say. Suddenly, the whole family laughed their heads off. Mother stifled her laughter and said, "Alas, silly child, mops have no height, only a useful life!" " ""no! "I said coquetry." Oh, let's listen to Tingting! "Grandma comforted me. Mother said solemnly, "well, in memory of Tingting and the mop being as tall as today, I'll take a picture of you two." So "click", leaving this special photo.
Now it has grown a lot, and the mop only reaches the armpit. Because of that special friendship, I still don't want to lose it!
Writing with the story in the photo as the topic 4 A photo, a joy; A photo, a memory ... Every time we open that beautiful photo album, we will see our happy smiling faces, which is the joy of climbing the mountain.
That photo was taken in Xiangshan. On that day, my mother, my sister, my classmates and my grandfather went to Luxiang. When I saw the scenery of Luxiang Mountain, I made up my mind to climb this mountain at an altitude of more than 700 meters. My classmates, like me, are determined to climb to the top of the mountain.
When I got to the mountain road, I was a little scared and afraid to go up. Thanks to the encouragement of my grandpa and classmates, I bravely strode forward. Halfway through, I was wearing white clothes and jeans, but the white clothes had turned yellow and my pants had turned black. I didn't want to climb. It's no use encouraging me, so I just sit still. Then grandma called and said, "granddaughter, you must get up." If you give up halfway, you will never climb to the top of the mountain and see the beautiful scenery. " Grandma's words gave me great encouragement. I stood up and decided to climb to the top of the mountain. The students said in unison, "Come on, let's climb to the top of the mountain!" " "I also said," Come on, let's climb to the top of the mountain together! " "My classmates and I walked hand in hand to the top of the mountain. In the most difficult place, we can't hold hands, so we have to part. There are only chains here, nothing. How to climb up depends on yourself! I shouted, "Let's climb to the top of the mountain!" "We struggled to climb up, climbed for 30 minutes and finally climbed to the top of the mountain. We laughed happily. At this time, my mother took out her mobile phone and only heard a crisp "click". We were photographed. When I got home, my father developed the photos and kept them in my photo album.
This is a photo of me climbing to the top of the mountain, full of laughter.
Time is like running water, gone forever. But now, this scene can be photographed with a camera. Whenever I open that beautiful photo album, I can always see that photo.
This photo was taken at grandma's house. I'm dressed in yellow, and my face is crying. My little hand wipes tears on my face. Grandma, mom and grandpa are laughing beside me. There is a grapefruit skin in front of me.
At that time, I was just in the first grade and went to my grandmother's house. Mother bought a big grapefruit and we ate it happily. At that time, when I was young, my mother baked it for me, and my grandmother ate it together, and soon I ate half of it. Grandma and I scrambled to eat the remaining half. Grandma ate a piece, and I ate a piece, and soon it was gone. When I left the last piece, my grandmother took it away because I was slow. I'm depressed. Grandma saw it and smiled. "I thought you wouldn't eat it. There is no grapefruit seller here. Don't be angry. " Hearing this, I began to cry sadly. I kept saying, "Why don't you sell grapefruit here?" I want grapefruit, I want grapefruit. " At this time, my father used his mobile phone to "click" and fixed us in the photo.
A photo, an ordinary photo will remind me of the past. This photo, these things, I will never remember.