In weekday study, work and life, we all have the experience of writing essays, and are familiar with essay writing, right? Essay writing is a kind of verbal activity with a high degree of comprehensiveness and creativity. What kind of composition have you seen? The following is a photo of a fourth-grade essay that I have collected for you, for reference only, welcome to read.
A photo of the fourth grade essay 1In my living room, there is a big fish tank, and there is a photo of me on the tank. It was taken when I passed my Taekwondo yellow belt test.
My eyes in the photo were incredibly determined, looking into the distance, as if there was no difficulty I could not overcome. It was a summer vacation, my mother said to give me a taekwondo class, I went with a happy and curious mood, but found that this is a hard course, every weekend to train three to four hours of time, every time after training back home, pick up the comic book lying on the floor do not want to get up, because I do not even have the strength to get up, can not climb climb. In the meantime, I also made a joke, when I first learned not to tie the belt, every day casually tie a knot on the come, run a little on the loose, well in the students enthusiastically help me tie the belt, we have also established a deep friendship. Every time we learned a new movement, we had to learn it for two weekends! In order for everyone to practice the movement to perfection. Whenever one student made a mistake, everyone had to follow along and do it again so that no one would make a mistake. Time flies, in the blink of an eye the yellow belt exam time is coming, everyone practiced more and more seriously, the main content of the exam chapter of Tai Chi every movement has been practiced countless times. Although it was very tiring, everyone was tired and happy. Finally, the day came, "Please Xilin, XX, XX on the field!" , after the test, the coach said loudly, "All pass!" Yay! I was so happy that I jumped three feet high! The coach picked up the camera, "Ka-ching!" The coach took this picture.
Whenever I look at the photo, I think back to the time when I learned Taekwondo, and it continues to inspire me to go forward. It also makes me understand that if you want to get the honor or overcome the difficulties, you have to pay your own sweat and unremitting efforts.
A photo of the fourth grade essay 2A photo is an interesting story, a photo is an unforgettable memory, a photo is a good mood. My family keeps nearly a thousand photos, which record my unforgettable memories from birth to now.
One day, I looked at the album, flipping, suddenly, a photo into my eyes.
Look, a 7-year-old me, holding flowers in both hands, feet slightly bent, a blank face, a face of doubt, a small mouth, vaguely there seems to be a trace of a small steal! Instantly, the scene came to my mind: in the bustling crowd, a boy braved the piercing cold wind and didn't sell a single flower for more than half an hour. He bowed his head, holding a red-colored rose in one hand and a gilt gold rose in the other, kicking the small stones on the ground with one foot after another, with a face of frustration ...... Suddenly, an uncle walked up to him and bought a flower from him. The little boy hurriedly picked the biggest and most beautiful one and handed it to the uncle. Who knows, the uncle shook his hand and said with a smile, "Little friend, this flower is bought for you." The little boy was stunned at once, his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, not knowing what to say. The uncle smiled, stepped forward, gently shook the boy's hand and told him, "You're great!" At this point, the boy's mother, who was hiding in the distance, quickly pressed the camera and took this photo ......
Whenever I see this precious photo, I think of the uncle who had a warm smile on a cold winter day; I think of the warm encouragement from that warm person in my own not-so-smooth first life experience; and it's precisely because of that I insisted on taking the first step that night because I was inspired and moved by that moment, and I gained more surprises; I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at my dumbfounded self in the photo!
Who says that a photo only represents the past, it also brings us inspiration and joy, and this one story is my most precious treasure!
A photo of the fourth grade essay 3I have seen many photos, there is a pavilion of young girls, beautiful anemone flowers, and strong trees. But the one photo in our textbook, when I looked at it my mood could not be calmed for a long time. This photo is August 28, 1937, the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station, an American reporter risked his life to take a real photo. Shanghai is the largest city in China, with developed industries and bustling city streets. The ''Seven. After the ''7.'' Incident, the Japanese invaders, out of the need to expand the war of aggression against China, launched another 8. August 13th Incident. The Japanese military department has mobilized 200,000 big army change, at the same time deployed more than 100 planes repeatedly on Shanghai to carry out destructive bombing. The original prosperous train station turned into a waste area with a bang, and the streets were full of sprawling corpses, with blood staining the streets. One of the children was lucky to survive. He was about to call for his mom and dad. His clothes were ragged and he had wounds all over his body. Where were his mom and dad? It turned out that her mom and dad had been crushed under a wooden bridge to save him. He sat alone on the cold ground, his wounds made him feel very painful, but he couldn't speak so he bawled his eyes out. This child kept moving those blocks in the wasteland, as if he was looking for his parents. I thought; this child might have been taken in by a kind person. If he grew up knowing that his parents were killed by the Japanese, he must have hated the Japanese so much that he lost his home and his parents. Seventy years have passed, now our motherland is strong, no one dares to invade our motherland. But some countries are still not peaceful. War is cruel, we want peace not war, we want the God of peace on earth forever!
A photo of the fourth grade essay 4"Strong vines, big trees and small birds, small bridges and flowing rivers. Ancient road east wind fat horse, gentleman beside the Lashihai." This is "Tianjingsha - Winter Thoughts" which I created while riding a horse on the ancient road of Lashihai, a famous attraction in Yunnan, and what caused me to recall is a photo of me riding a horse.
In the photo, I am wearing a green jacket on top and jeans underneath, with a yellow sub of an unidentified creature printed on the top of the tip, my feet in stirrups, sitting on a brown horse with a smile on my face. Nearby are fields and homes, and in the distance you can vaguely see a team of horse gangs and mountains towering like giants.
Every time I see this photo, I think of that pleasant horseback riding. That day my mom and dad and I came to the horse farm, saw many robust horses, I was very excited, want to immediately turn on the horse. Finally it was our turn and I got on a brown horse with the help of the wrangler. I looked left and right on the horse, touching the horse's butt, squeezing its neck, and patting its back. At last, I honestly obeyed the conductor's request - stirred the stirrups, grasped the handle, and happily exclaimed, "Let's go!"
"Turn your head!" Mom said. I turned my head, and with a click, my mom took this picture of me.
This horseback riding photo really brought back memories for me! I wish I had more photos like this - because I wouldn't have to write a travelogue!
A photo of the fourth grade essay 5Last summer, my father, mother and I went to Inner Mongolia Jiuxiuquan Tourism Conference and Reception Center.
The grassland in Inner Mongolia is very large, yurts one next to another. At this time, there is a fence in front, in which there are many horses. Dad asked me, "Going horseback riding?" I was a little scared and said, "I won't do it." Suddenly I saw a five or six year old kid riding a horse in the grassland, and I thought to myself, "People younger than me have the courage to go horseback riding, and I'm older than he is, and I don't even have the guts to do it?" Thinking of this, I said, "Well, I ride a horse."
Dad put me on the horse, I sat on it, the heart is still a little timid, afraid of the horse a move, I will fall off. The staff there told me, "Use your feet to clip the horse's stomach, hold the reins in your hand, look forward with your head, don't look down." The horse began to go, I followed the big sister told me to do, and gradually the nervousness relaxed, slowly get used to riding is not afraid. When I rode the horse leisurely back, mom said: "Yo, our little warrior is back! Come on, take a picture as a souvenir." Said she took this picture with her camera.
Every time, I encountered difficulties in learning, I would think of that photo, which told me to face difficulties bravely, and this photo became one of my favorite photos.
A photo of the fourth grade essay 6
Turn over the photo album a familiar photo into the eyes, remember that is last year's "May Day" Golden Week, my parents and I in the Huangshan Mountains clip River rafting when taken.
You see, the scenery on the photo is very beautiful! The two sides of the river are surrounded by green hills, green trees, lush grass on the ground, flowers everywhere. Look, my mom and I were wiping the water on our faces and laughing while my dad was also having a good laugh.
That day, we wore life jackets and took paddles on the raft. Just sat on the raft, shaking, I was very afraid, afraid of falling down the river, can only use both hands to pull the raft tightly on both sides of the handle. But look at my parents in the happy paddling, I can not help but try, hands loose to open, think there is nothing to be afraid of, and mom grabbed to paddle, mom can not fight me, had to give me the paddle. When I was paddling, I saw a stone with three big words written on it, "Eighteen Bends". That was the most surprising and exciting place. My father and I quickly put down the paddle, tightly pull the pull handle, so that the raft itself downstream with the current, only to hear "wow wow wow ......" several times, we were rushed by the turbulent water from the upstream to the downstream. At that time, Dad suddenly stood up, not waiting for my mom and I reacted, a burst of water and we came to a close "embrace", we came back to God, it was Dad in a prank ah, laughed. At this time, only heard the "click" sound, this scene was quick photographer recorded forever.
Whenever I see this photo, I will think of that rafting scene, really let me remember.
A photo of the fourth grade essay 7There are many photos of the family, but every time I look at that one, I can not help but think again.
That photo is actually to say also ordinary, is a kindergarten graduation photo, I believe we all have. You see how ignorant and carefree we were at that time, and every time we saw it, we thought about the previous days.
And you see, I am now almost graduated from elementary school, which is another graduation photo will soon be in my hands, in my childhood also have to be more of a landscape. In fact, the days of kindergarten than in elementary school to be too much better, all day without homework, in the hip-hop haha in a turn of the eye three years have passed, yes, this turn of the eye, six years will be the past, but also have to say bye-bye to the elementary school, which six years I grew up quite a lot, but also more points of concern and attachment, there are always a few points to let go, which is like a kindergarten in such a free and easy, as if graduating from the nothing care, more or look forward to! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of time to get a good deal of time.
Strange to say, from the kindergarten has been six years, that photo in the corner to stay so many years should be some dust. But no ah, it seems to be still and new no difference, in the sunshine under the reflection of a certain light, touch is still so smooth and flawless, the photo of me is still very clear, revealing the tiger's teeth is so tender, even the hat is also with a little crooked. The photo of those kindergarten classmates many I can not name, in addition to now still some contact, as if the other are not very clear, but, can not let go, after all, can not let go ah.
You see, there are so many photos at home, only this one, how many memories I have gathered, how many past events, how many thoughts and sorrows.
A photo of the fourth grade essay 8
Open the textbook, an old photo into the eyes, this is August 28, 1937, the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station, was photographed by the reporter of the real scene. Gazing at this photo, I seem to see the situation: as the Japanese invaders continue to attack Shanghai, a mother holding a young child, ready to take the train to escape from Shanghai like other civilians. But at that moment, the Japs' planes came and dropped several bombs from the air, and the train station became a mess in no time. People screamed and ran for their lives, and the mother ran desperately with her child in her arms. When they were running towards the footbridge, another bomb fell from the sky, and with a loud bang, the bridge was blown up, and was about to be crushed on their heads, so the mother violently pushed her child to the side of the footbridge, and was buried under the rubble herself. The child sat on the ground, his clothes were torn and tattered, and his body was covered with bloody scars, looking at the corpses on the ground, the collapsed houses, listening to the people's shouts and groans, ah, he was stunned by everything in front of him, bawling, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Mom, mom, I want my mom ... ..." What will be the future fate of this child? Is it adopted by the good people, or is it as hard to escape the clutches of the ghosts as his mom?
When I think of this, my heart was stung, I can not help but clench my fists, frowning tightly, why? Why did the Japs invade China? We Chinese have always been peace-loving ah! I know, it is because China was too backward at that time, backwardness will be beaten! So we children and young people of the new era must study hard and grow up to serve our motherland, so that our motherland will become more prosperous and strong! Put the robbers underfoot, so that the world is full of peace!
A photo of a fourth-grade essay 9One day, I was flipping through an old book and found a photo of a chubby little boy eating ice-cream and a bear tucked inside, and I wondered to my mom who this person was.
Mom said, "You little fool, this is not you as a child?" I was very strange, my mom looked at me and had to tell me little by little.
At that time, it was a sunny summer, the sunshine sprinkled the earth, I asked my mom to buy me ice cream. But mom said: "good baby, too hot, do not buy!" . Then I cried and argued and even rolled on the floor.
Mom really couldn't do anything with me, so she had to go to a little store off to the side to get that huge ice cream. "Only you saw the ice-cream like you saw money and started eating it in big gulps and wolfing it down, and in a few seconds you had already eaten it all."
Then I saw the gray teddy bear all over the store, and my eyes sparkled as I stared at the bear and wouldn't go away.
Mom saw it and said, "Do you want the bear again." Mom how not willing, I can only scream, yell, make a scene, mom's head is big, had to say in anger: "You ah, only use money, really a naughty treasure."
Mom said, "This time while you do not pay attention to the time photographed."
Listening to my mom's story, I looked at the photo again, and I was happy and smiling, that day, that situation, that scene, that joy ...... I think: will always remain in the depths of my memory!
A photo of the fourth grade essay 10Everyone has taken photos, and behind each photo there is a touching story. You also own one of the most most unforgettable photos! The following one is one of the most memorable photos in my mind, take a look!
My dad is very busy at work, and he leaves early and comes home late every day. Even if he comes home earlier one day, he works at home until the middle of the night, so he seldom finds time to take care of me and care for me, not to mention playing with me! Last year he managed to find the time to take us to Little Orphan Mountain for a play date, and I was ecstatic, so I took a lot of beautiful photos there, but this was the only one that pleased me.
It is a family photo with the number of welcome guests as the background. When I took the photo, I hugged my dad tightly, as if I was afraid that he would run away. The dense welcome tree seems to welcome us. The long branches of the tree were like a pair of big hands, gently hugging our family. At this time, I feel that our family is like three pandas, happy and happy life together; I also feel very sorry for my father, my father worked so hard to earn money, I not only do not sympathize with him, but also very naughty, I really want to say: "Dad, I'm sorry!"
The scene of this photo, I still vividly remember, this is the only family photo, I cherish it, although I still want to go, but it is impossible, I have been satisfied! This is one of my most memorable photos, do you like it?
A photo of the fourth grade essay 11On August 28, 1937, when the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station, a reporter took the real photo.
Broken flyovers, twisted railroads, and crumbling houses and brick and mortar fragments all over the ground ...... There is also a little boy just two or three years old most bawling in the ruins.
I think that day, the little boy's family in the ticket office to buy a train ticket home. In the crowded sea of people, people are fighting for the closest position to the train door. Suddenly, a "rumbling" sound came from the sky, and people looked up in unison: ah, the bombers of the Japanese army came! A missile fell like a shooting star. The little boy was playing by a small tree when suddenly a missile aimed at that young life. His parents quickly ran to their child and pushed him out of the way, regardless of their safety. The little boy rubbed his eyes and saw the last thing he wanted to see: his father and mother had fallen in a pool of blood. "Rumble." With a few loud bangs, the train station went up in smoke ......
People died and were injured. The little boy did not know what to do, sat on his butt on the ground, clinging to his mother, shouting loudly, but his mother can never respond again.
No one will know the fate of this little boy: either begging, or stealing ......
When I think about it, I really ruthless those Japanese invaders, they let how many happy and full of family broken, they let how many could have been a happy life of children become orphans! In comparison, our life is much happier. Let the whole world act to maintain peace and stop the war!
A photo of the fourth grade essay 12On August 28, 1937, the sky was overcast, in the Shanghai South Railway Station, fleeing people clustered in the station. Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the sky, and slowly, the ringing grew louder and louder, only to see the rain of bullets cascading down from the air.
The station immediately exploded, "Ah, the ghosts are coming, quickly escape!" People shouted, scrambling to crowd outside, all of a sudden, with the rumbling sound that resounded through the clouds, many people fell in a pool of blood, broken flyovers, twisted railroads, collapsed houses, debris everywhere. The original lively and prosperous streets became ruins all of a sudden, in this silent moment, a cry broke the quiet, "Mom where are you? Daddy I'm scared!" It was a little boy, alone in the ruins, bawling his eyes out, his `tears falling down in big drops, staining his clothes. He kept calling out for his mom and dad, who had blood all over their clothes, and he looked at the collapsed houses with a helpless, pitiful face.
Perhaps he was playing with his grandmother's handmade toys and wearing his mom's knitted clothes a second ago, but now he didn't know he had lost his loved ones, not to mention that he would become an orphan. He was supposed to live happily at home, with his parents caring for him, but now, became an orphan with no one paying attention. He can survive, thanks to the heavy stone fell down in that moment, his father pushed hard, let the boy survived, the boy grew up, may be a thief, robbing other people's things, this is because no one to teach him, may be a soldier, to avenge his parents, for the motherland, he will grow up, no one knows what will happen.
I can not help but ask: the Japanese devils, do not you have no family, do not you have parents? Let us act, let the war sound the death knell, let the God of peace on earth forever.
A photo of the fourth grade essay 13Ming Ming had just learned to take pictures with a camera, and he couldn't wait to try it out. No, on Sunday he got his homework done and went looking for a target with his camera in the air.
Ming was not fooling around this time, he wanted to take a funny picture to show off in front of his parents and classmates.
He wandered down the street, and before he knew it, he was in front of his classmate Hong Hong's house.
He tiptoed and pushed open the half-hidden door of Hong Hong's house! Red Red is preparing to kill the chicken. She grabbed a large rooster inside a plastic bag and picked up its two golden-colored feet, ready to go! Just when the knife in her hand was about to touch the chicken's neck, the chicken screamed, which scared her and made her quickly drop her hand. Now, the rooster escaped from her hands and hid to the side, carefully combing the beautiful feathers that had just been messed up by Ming Ming, but also raised its unyielding head from time to time. Angered, Hong Hong took a kitchen knife and said loudly, "You're still stinking when you're dead! I'm going to kill you today!" The rooster took one look at the situation and was overwhelmed! Rushed to run around the dining table. Red red, also ran around the dining room table: a circle, two circles, three circles ...... I do not know how many laps, a person and a chicken can not run, red red sat on the ground on his butt, staring at the rooster with wide eyes hopelessly, the rooster also gasping for breath, lying on the dining room table underneath a pair of chicken eyes staring fiercely at the red red! ...... A person and a chicken so angry eyes, the scene is very funny.
Ming Ming, who was watching from the sidelines, quickly pressed the shutter, "click" a flash, all of this was recorded.
The students see this photo, some laugh straight spit, some laugh through the belly ......
A photo of the fourth grade essay 14A precious photo to open the album, you will see a photo, there is a little boy wearing Tibetan clothes, next to a black panther, that is my in Jiuzhaigou. photographed.
In 20xx, I came to Jiuzhaigou with my mom, uncle and some of my cousins. We went to the countryside of Jiuzhaigou with the Shanhai tour group. The tour guide invited a Tibetan girl to lead us to the development area in their countryside. The development zone in the left and right sides each have two small villages, there is a two hectares of grassland in the middle, there is a safari park, we first visited the wildlife, all the wild animals inside, there are green turtles, white tigers, panthers ...... those big black bears are really interesting, each of them to take ten circles, five thrown to the distant stone columns, the other five thrown into the air, and then the big black bears. They took ten circles each, threw five of them to the far stone pillars, threw the other five into the air, and then stood up upside down and hit the circles out with their two feet. We went to the prairie again, the Tibetan girl brought a few sets of Tibetan clothes. I wore the prettiest one, which fit me quite well, and my mother complimented me for looking like a little handsome Tibetan boy. I stood in front of a black panther, I was very afraid, afraid that the panther will bite me, I did not expect, it is very gentle. I just heard a "click" and a photo was taken.
Whenever I see this photo, I think of those enthusiastic Tibetans and that cute little panther.
A photo of the fourth grade essay 15This is a real photo of August 28, 1937, the Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station, a small boy from in the middle of the railroad, he was ragged and bloodstained. Cited when he No. Tao big mouth crying, helplessly looking at the ruins, as if looking for his relatives ......
Looking at this photo, I thought a lot, my heart is full of hatred for the invaders, the mind can not help but to appear at that time that tragic scene.
It was noon on August 28, 1937, when travelers were waiting for the train at Shanghai South Railway Station as usual. The square at the South Station was densely populated, and the vendors kept on yelling for business. Suddenly, several Japanese bombers hovered over the South Railway Station, making threatening booming sounds. At this time people panicked, cries, roars and shouts were all in one. People flocked to the exits, and because there were so many people, some fell, some stepped on them, and some couldn't find their loved ones....... A young man was running as fast as he could with his child in his arms. Suddenly, the bomber vendor down a shell, splash shrapnel from behind pierced the man's chest, the man held the child tightly in the side, to protect him, while he himself fell in a pool of blood ......
Immediately after, the Japanese bomber dropped a number of bubble bombs. The bustling South Railway Station instantly turned into a thick smoke, smoke filled, blood flow into the ruins of the river, the scene is simply miserable, under the crumbling overpass, the little boy tearing his heart out shouting "Dad, Dad ......"
The little boy later The boy may have been adopted, or he may have gone to an orphanage, and when he grew up he may have become a member of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, defending our country.
Looking at this thought-provoking photo, I made up my mind to study hard and grow up to defend our motherland, so as not to let the smoke of war, the evil bullets threaten our homes.