Sixth grade photo composition 1 Plant saplings, and you can harvest shade; Flying a bird can harvest a ray of life; If one pool of sewage is discharged less, one side can be harvested clean; Protect the environment once, and you can reap a home.
Once again, I stood on the small bridge in my hometown, thinking with a photo. The picture shows my hometown, and several rivers flow in the mountains. I can't help thinking. A memory jumped into my mind.
That summer, I ran in the mountains as usual. At that time, my hometown was surrounded by mountains, several rivers surrounded the village, and large bamboo forests were everywhere. I ran to the bridge and froze as soon as I stepped on it. The river under the bridge is white! I am so excited in my heart, like a few deer jumping about in my heart. This is a great discovery. Maybe I can get an award! I thought to myself. I quickly pinched my face. "ah! It really hurts! " I covered my face and talked to myself. I'm not dreaming! Look carefully, there are several dead fish floating on the river, thinking: How can there be dead fish in such a beautiful "milk river"? So, with a sense of curiosity, I walked to the river. I leaned over carefully and sniffed by the river. It stinks! I covered my nose and ran home.
As soon as I rushed into the house, I reported the big news to my mother: "Mom! I tell you, there is a white river at the other end of the mountain. There are some dead fish floating on the river, which stinks! " When my mother heard this, she showed a surprised expression, but instead of being excited, she revealed a kind of worry. I took my mother to Baihe, and when she saw it, her face was white and bloodless, and her brow wrinkled into a ball. After thinking for a moment, she looked at the factory in the distance. Looking at my sad mother, I couldn't help frowning and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Mother sighed, squatted down slowly, stroked my head and said earnestly, "Son, this river is the masterpiece of those lawless elements." . They are too greedy and selfish. They destroyed the earth, but they didn't expect them to be on it. You can't let them succeed when you grow up! "I nodded and remembered my mother's words.
That white river is actually sewage full of bleach. This river has been pounding my young heart. Have we thought about the world after that in the polluted forest?
From a fallen forest, you can see beautiful autumn; From a littered paper towel, we can see the quality of people; From a polluted river, we can see the environmental pollution. People should learn to reflect and change after suffering.
The son said, "Father's love is like air. It is around and will never go far."
The son said, "My father is unsmiling and often hangs a serious expression on his face, but this can't hide his deep love for me."
The son said: "Father's love is like the vast sea, more magnificent than maternal love;" Such as fierce flame, rougher than maternal love; Such as morning glory, is more hidden than maternal love. "
My father is introverted and can't express his feelings very well. Moreover, I am basically responsible for children's study, reading, eating and drinking Lazar's life. I often tell my children's fathers that their fathers are their sons' playmates, so you should communicate with them more, because they are sons, not daughters. The father tried to get close to his son, doing experiments with him, practicing calligraphy, chatting together, discussing problems together, traveling together, looking at the warm picture of their father and son together, and trying to record that warm moment in words.
The story of this photo happened on May Day last year, and our family of three came to Green Manor. Feel the beauty of spring, listen to the beauty of birds and appreciate the beauty of flowers. Unconsciously, I came to the artificial lake, and there were many people, rowing in line with the children.
Perhaps it is a little tired from walking. Both father and son are sitting on the shore of the artificial lake, enjoying the boat wandering in the small lake. My son suddenly found that many insects can walk like flying on water. He asked his father puzzled, "What kind of insect is this? Why can it walk freely on the water without getting stuck in the water? " . My father's hometown is near the Yellow River, and I have been familiar with this insect called water strider since I was a child. This photo shows my father introducing this insect to my child water strider. Look, when they are observing, they are communicating. Seriously, it's really cute.
Water strider uses the special micro-nano structure of its legs to effectively absorb the air in the gap between these micro-bristles and the co-rotating spiral nano-grooves, and forms a stable air film on its surface, which hinders the penetration of water droplets, showing the super-hydrophobic characteristics of water strider's legs macroscopically. It is this super-heavy load capacity that makes water strider move freely on the water, and even in the case of storms and fast currents, water strider will not sink. Moreover, it also uses the surface tension of water to eject forward on the water surface at a speed of up to 960 kilometers per hour.
Dad spoke very seriously and his son enjoyed it. He really doesn't want to disturb them. I took the camera, but I couldn't find the right lens, because standing on the shore of the artificial lake, I couldn't see their focused faces and could only lean sideways, but I still recorded the most authentic father-son relationship in the shutter!
This photo is a souvenir of our skiing in the Departure Park after the snow on the night of 20xx. Looking at the expressions of the father and son in the photo, you must think there must be something happy behind their smiles.
Yes, their happiness comes from their dispute over a certain issue. No one will admit defeat, and everyone thinks he is right. At this time, I never participate in their disputes, because I don't want to be the key to solving the problem, because I like to watch their father and son argue about their own views.
On a snowy day, when it snows, I don't feel how cold it is, but why do I feel cold when the snow melts? Why? This question was put forward by my son. Really stumped my father who graduated from college physics and said, "It's really hard to say." My son smiled at this. This question is so difficult. Let me give the answer, that is: "The reason why it snows is not cold is that it seems to cover the earth with a quilt, which melts and absorbs heat."
Dad thought for a while and thought it was not unreasonable, but he still expressed his opinion that it was related to the cause of snowfall. In winter, before or when it snows, warm and humid air currents are generally active, southwest winds blow at high altitude, and water vapor condenses into snowflakes, which also releases a certain amount of heat, so that the weather will not be very cold before or when it snows. After the snowfall, the weather turns fine, usually accompanied by cold air heading south and high altitude turning northerly. The ground is controlled by cold air mass, and the temperature will obviously drop.
In the discussion, the family gained knowledge and affection, which is great!
This photo was taken at home last week. My son was very excited when he came back from school in the afternoon. Before he left his schoolbag, he shouted, "Dad, show me my physics paper quickly. I think I can get full marks in physics this month. " Before I finished, I hurriedly opened my schoolbag and took out my physics paper.
At the moment, I am also very happy. I am busy greeting my father to help the children look at it. I undertook all the tasks of cooking. Father and son argued about something while watching, and heard their laughter from time to time. After a while, I heard my father say, "son, you are really something." You did this problem correctly. This is a difficult and error-prone point. There must be many students in your class who are wrong. " "That's for sure. Who am I? I am a genius in physics. " My son, who has always been obsessed with physical chemistry, seems to be overconfident.
Hearing their laughter, I still couldn't help coming from the kitchen to the living room, seeing the warm scene of the father and son, and picking up the phone to record this moment.
However, there is still a question that my father questioned. Finally, after his father's analysis and explanation, his son really realized that he had a problem. The perfect score is gone, and my son seems a little lost. But dad said that this set of questions is not simple, although it is not perfect, it will definitely be the highest score in your class, and his smiling face and self-confidence are back.
The story behind the photo is an expression of true love between father and son. Father is an indispensable role in children's growth, and father represents infinite strength and strong dependence in children's eyes. It's good to have a father's company when my son grows up!
Father's love is like air, always around, never far away!
By chance, I opened the photo album and flipped through it. A lovely photo appeared in front of me. This is a picture of a child. The child in the picture seems to be leaning back in a chair, and the big head occupies more than half of the picture. Black hair, light eyebrows, big eyes, small nose, small mouth of cherry boat, symmetrical facial features, looks like me.
I asked my mother. My mother said that this was taken on the100th day of my birth. Every child should take photos on this day as a souvenir, and at the same time, they also place their parents' wishes for their children's life. Oh! I see, this is not only a hundred days of sunshine, but also the embodiment of a mother's love for her children. And didn't I grow up day by day with my mother's selfless love?
I picked up this photo again, and the more I look at it, the more I like it and cherish it.
Every time I see this photo, I think of that cute little rabbit. In the photo, a smiling little girl is feeding cabbage to a rabbit. That little girl is me.
That little rabbit was a birthday present from my parents when I was 9 years old. The rabbit is hairy all over, so I call it Mao Mao.
When I just bought it, it was only the size of my palm. I put the velvet in a big cardboard box. One day, I was doing my homework in the house. Suddenly, I was startled by a bang. I thought something fell to the ground. I looked carefully and found nothing. I just wanted to continue my homework when I saw a rabbit running around in my living room. I shouted anxiously, "Rong Rong, why did you come out?" Naughty boy, see how I catch you! "I quickly got up from the stool and chased Rong Rong. As he chased, he said, "Stop, be good! Be careful that I won't give you food today! "It's easier said than done to catch velvet. Rong Rong ran around. After a while, I was sweating all over, and I haven't caught Rong Rong yet. Finally, it was dad who caught naughty Rong Rong when he came home.
A few months later, Rong Rong grew up. One day, my mother said to me, "Lele, let's give the rabbit away, shall we?" I listened, shaking my head again and again, with tears in my eyes, and loudly said, "No, you have to send it away!" " "However, in the end, I still beat my parents and let them give it away. Before giving it away, I said to my mother, "Mom, I'll feed fluffy again. Can you take my picture? When I want to be velvet in the future, I can look at this photo. " Mother nodded her head.
Every time I see this photo in the future, I will think of Rong Rong and the scene with Rong Rong. I wish I could touch velvet again. I really want to be honored!
Today, I am doing my homework. When I opened the drawer, I found a brochure in the corner with a lot of dust on it. I cleaned it and looked at it. It turned out to be an album.
Open it, and there is a yellow black and white photo. There is a little girl in the photo. Her eyes are big and watery. They look so bright! Her face showed joy, her arch eyebrows were raised high and her mouth was tilted. I think it must be the big apple in her hand that makes her so happy. I look at this little girl carefully, and I think she looks like my mother, only a little thinner than her mother.
At this moment, my mother came in. She came up to me, pointed to the photo and said in surprise, "Isn't this me?" ! How did you find it? Speaking of this photo, there is a little story! "When I hear a story, I will pester my mother to tell it to me.
Mom said that when she was a child, her family was too poor to open a pot and had nothing to eat, let alone snacks. One day, a guest came to their home. The guest's family was in good condition and gave his mother a big apple. Her mother jumped for joy. You know, apples were rarely eaten at that time. Mother looked at the red apple and couldn't bear to eat it. Finally, she couldn't resist the temptation of the apple and ate it. No sooner had my mother brought the apple to her mouth than she was photographed by the camera brought by the guest. A few days after junior high school, the photo was printed, but my mother cried after seeing it. It turns out that my mother wants to eat apples again when she sees them.
"ah! Now that the conditions are so good, how can you children who grew up in honeypots feel the joy of getting apples at that time! " Mom said. After listening to my mother's story, I know that my mother is greedy and understands the happy life now.
Once when I was cleaning my room, I accidentally turned to an album with the cover of "photos of my family".
It is covered with dust. I couldn't help but open it and saw a photo of my childhood. I smiled so brightly that I was still eating in my mouth ... Gee, this picture is so dirty, and it is covered with something like oil, which smells bad and was bitten by a mouse.
I threw this photo into the trash can without hesitation, but it floated out of the trash can again. I picked him up again and looked at him carefully. This is a photo I took with my elders when I was five years old. Grandpa hugged me and sat in the middle, next to my father, my mother, my third mother, my third uncle, Xue Nan's sister and my aunt ... Obviously, this is a family photo of our Xue family at that time, and it should be one for each family. At that time, I was the youngest child in my family. My grandfather hugged me and I smiled in his arms.
Seeing this photo, I can't help crying, ah, my good grandfather. I remembered an unexpected thing that happened one afternoon when I was seven years old. It was a sunny afternoon, the wind was smiling, and all the flowers and trees in the sun were smiling. I am very happy to jump rubber bands in the yard of the community. Suddenly my father told me to go home, but I still couldn't bear to go back. Father said angrily, "Hurry up, you've been playing all morning!" " "I went home sadly, as if I was not ready to cry. As soon as I entered the room, I saw my parents packing their bags and said that they would take me back to Cyclobalanopsis (a county town in Cyclobalanopsis Heilongjiang, which is my hometown). I asked them why. They said my grandmother would celebrate her 60th birthday, and I jumped for joy.
When I arrived in Cyclobalanopsis, I thought I would take it to my grandmother's house. My father took me to the hospital without saying anything. I looked at my father doubtfully and asked him why. Dad said angrily, "You are a hundred thousand, so you know why!" " "I was scared to cry.
Mother said angrily to her father, "What happened to the child?" ! Did the child annoy you? ! "I was scared to cry when I saw my parents angry.
We came to the hospital, entered a ward, and saw people crying around a hospital bed, where my grandfather was lying. Dad couldn't hide it from me, so he said to me, "Grandpa had a car accident and his life and death are uncertain."
I shouted, "Grandpa, get up quickly!" " Get up! I am yours, and your baby is happy! Lele wants to ride a big horse! "Looking at grandpa motionless, there is no sound at all. I cried all afternoon, but no one advised me. I didn't even eat ... I didn't start eating until grandpa woke up the next day. But grandpa is paraplegic.
Now, my grandfather takes a lot of medicine every day, and his legs hurt when it rains and blows. My third mother must rub it for him every day ... who can give me a healthy grandfather! My dream of going to Beijing with grandpa was shattered. Now my grandfather can't even leave the house. He sits in the house every day. ...
Thinking of this, I thought this family photo was precious, so I put this old photo in my pocket. I will keep it in mind carefully and wish grandpa a speedy recovery.
I have a photo that records everything I went to Furong Peak that day.
Early that morning, our little writers' training camp met to go to Furong Peak in Tangtian Town for a tour.
After a bumpy ride, everyone came to the destination-Furong Peak with cheers.
A stone tablet was erected at the foot of the mountain, which recorded the origin, panorama and donation of Furong Peak. The teacher took out his pen and copied it carefully. We saw it and did it. The teacher is instructing us to write down the important things one by one.
Then we visited Furong Peak, a stone carving of the Song Dynasty. Looking from a distance, I saw the steep rock abrupt and strange, and the three red characters of Furong Peak at the foot of the stone were particularly dazzling. Approached, the font is as bright as ever. Stand on tiptoe and touch with your hands. It's cold and slippery, and it feels very comfortable. It is said that the word "Furong Peak" in the Southern Song Dynasty was written by the general of the Qing Dynasty and has been preserved for hundreds of years. It's not easy for me to remember when I keep a diary, sometimes it's gone in a few days. However, what I don't understand is why the stone carvings in the Southern Song Dynasty were written by generals in the Qing Dynasty. Isn't it the calligraphy of the general commander of the Southern Song Dynasty? I didn't think much. POSI and my classmates took a group photo in front of the stone carving.
In the lower left corner of the stone carving, there is a thousand-year-old well. The willow branches beside the ancient well danced with the wind, like a happy girl. The water quality of the ancient well is quiet and the entrance is sweet. Playing and brushing the well water gently with your hands, I feel cold all over.
The sunshine is fierce. We have reached halfway up the mountain. The mountains are shaded by trees and the breeze blows, which makes us feel cool. We saw the immortal chair, and at first sight, flying stones, and our interest was getting higher and higher. We came to the temple in the mountain, and the old nun stayed enthusiastically. There are many bodhisattvas in the temple, including a chubby smiling Buddha, who is really cute. When I came to the Bell and Drum Tower, I rang the bell. The bell is crisp and sweet, very nice. Standing on the bell and drum tower, from a distance, market towns, villages, rivers, boats and green belts protecting the river constitute a sweet landscape painting, which is really beautiful.
We saw the Garden Bridge. The whole bridge has cornices, carved beams and painted buildings, exquisite and antique, and the left and right domes are engraved with the word "wind and rain" respectively, which is very majestic. In summer, this is a good place for villagers to enjoy the cool and rest.
After seeing the Garden Bridge, we took a boat to see Tangtian wartime lecture college. Sitting on the boat, I saw the Fuyi River crystal clear and small fish playing in it. Tap gently with your hand, and the water will splash and fall on your body, which is cold. Looking up, at the moment, Furong Peak is tall and handsome, and lush forests and temple buildings are dotted with unique and different scenery.
During the war, there were few visitors to this university. After visiting the monument, the map of students crossing the river and the memorial hall of the residence of Lu Zhenyu and his wife, they took a group photo at the door as a souvenir.
When I came back in the afternoon, I fell asleep in the car. This is really an exciting, happy and tired day. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely come to see Furong Peak.
Time flies slowly, time flies slowly. ...
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Whenever I am alone at home, I always like to look through one album after another, and every bit of our life will jump into my heart.
This is a photo of my father and I climbing the levee together. I was only about three or four years old then. In front of my father, I grabbed the crack in the levee with one hand. My father held me firmly with one hand, probably for fear that I would fall off the steep river bank. In the photo, my father and I are smiling happily at the camera. At that time, the face was so cute. At that time, my father was very young-handsome, with smooth skin and black hair. Today, my face is still fleshy and lovely, but there are more and more wrinkles on my father's face and less black hair on his head. In just a few years, it seems that I haven't grown up yet, but my father is getting older. Is it really time and tide wait for no man?
The second photo is a stills of "Dream Baby" organized by Education TV. I recite poems with my mother, who is my assistant. In the photo, my mother and I are both wearing blue dresses. I was standing on my mother's chest, an innocent girl. Four years passed quickly, and I was above my mother's shoulder. Although I still snuggle up to my mother every day and want to be a "little parasite" who will never grow up in her arms, I thought my mother would not be old, but what about her? Her tight skin is a little slack, her white hair is much more, and the time is always so unsatisfactory. How can we keep her youth?
There is also a family photo worth mentioning. All three of us are wearing ribbons. At that time, I was already in the sixth grade, and it was also the last prize I won in the experimental primary school-Qinyang Poetry Society. Looking back on my six-year study life in primary school, I got a lot of praise. What honor is not behind the silent efforts of parents? In the past six years, even though I was very busy at work, they were willing to help me sort out the information and coach me to meet the challenge. Days, days pass slowly, slowly, mom and dad, it is your little efforts that have made me who I am now!
Photos, recalling the past, recording the wonderful present will also present a brilliant future!
Sixth grade composition photos 9 photos of suffering
Every time I pick up this photo, my eyes get wet. This is a real photo taken by the reporter at Shanghai Railway Station on August 28th. 1937.
The noisy railway station was crowded with people. A little boy and his family were happily together, talking about how wonderful it was when there was no war. Suddenly, the bombs dropped by Japanese planes in the air fell like hail. The boy who was in his mother's warm arms was protected by his mother, but his parents were killed by a bomb. The boy wiped the tears from his face with his little black hand and shouted, "Mom-Dad, there you are!" " ! Don't leave me.-Aah! He cried, climbed to the ruins, picked up the rubbish with his little hands, and tried to find his family. ...
In a blink of an eye, the busy railway station was blown into ruins, leaving only a desolate place.
At this time, the dying people under the ruins slowly climbed out. Some people are missing an arm, some people have a broken leg, and some people groan in pain. ...
I often think, don't Japanese have children? Don't Japanese feel guilty? Are the Japanese so cruel? That's ridiculous! Not even as good as animals! Committed a heinous crime! The word "people" is for people with conscience, and the Japanese simply don't deserve this word!
China will never be defeated. Give up this "dream", Japanese! China is not weak at all, she is strong and will never decline!
"Young people are wise, so is the country ... Young people are rich, so is the country ..." The future of the motherland is in our hands. We must study hard and build our motherland into a prosperous and powerful modern country with our hands!