In study, work and even life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is the precious photo composition I collected for you. Welcome to read and collect. Precious photo composition 1

On a sunny Sunday morning, Xiaoming and his father went to the green lawn of the park to play.

When he came to the park, Xiao Ming made a gesture of akimbo, and his father bowed and squatted to take pictures of Xiao Ming. When you're ready to take a picture.

Suddenly, I remembered a shrill scream. Xiao Ming rushed over, followed by his father. Why did Xiao Ming run over? Was there something that attracted him? Xiao Ming's father was curious about this question. Xiao Ming saw a child crying, so he hurried to help the child up. Xiao Ming said to the little girl, "Sister, you didn't fall for it!" " The little girl said, "I'm fine, thank you for helping me." Xiao Ming said, "Nothing, I like helping people best. When dad saw Xiao Ming helping up a child, dad quickly picked up the camera and took this photo. Then I went to the photo studio to develop the photos and quietly brought them back.

Xiao Ming's father asked Xiao Ming to come over and saw this photo of the little girl who had been helped up on his desk. But this matter has long been forgotten by Xiao Ming, but the little girl knows that Xiao Ming is a helpful person, and I will learn this spirit from him when I grow up. Precious photo composition 2

In the process of growing up, we must have left many precious photos with many good memories.

This photo was taken in Guilin. I was only four years old. My mother held me by her side. At that time, when my mother's company was on a business trip, I followed.

at that time, I was still young and didn't know what Guilin was famous for. I only know a famous saying: Guilin's landscape is the best in the world.

after all, let me talk about photos. In the photo, I have short hair and my mother has long hair. When I looked at the leaves, we were standing in on the boulevard, but my mother told me to turn around and suddenly "clicked" that this photo was taken with one click. Behind us is Crescent Mountain. Look at the top of that mountain, there is a new moon, much like a bright moon!

The mountains in Guilin are grotesque, some like pigs, some like elephants, some like sheep, some like rough waves, some like robots, some like fairies, some like open books, some like bushes, some like pyramids, some like mantis, and their shapes are particularly vague.

This photo of Zhang Zhengui reminds me of my childhood. I like it very much whenever I see it. At this moment, I feel infinite happiness, because I think my mother loves me very much. Precious photo composition 3

Outside the window, it's cloudy and drizzling. I gently stroked the photo in my hand, and tears blurred my eyes. It dripped down disappointingly, and my thoughts drifted back to a year ago ...

"Xiaoyu, let's go out to play together!" This is the voice of Xiaoya, the best girl I ever had. "Good!" My answer is always like this, but this time it is an exception.

That day, because my mother and I had just had a quarrel, when she asked me out with great joy, I replied for the first time, "I have something to do!" Then he hung up the phone. I didn't think much, much less pay attention to her wrong voice. What's more serious is that Xiaoya has never contacted me since then, but I think she is just angry with me, and it won't be long before.

so we had a "cold war" for a long time. Finally, one day a month later, Xiaoya's mother came to see me. Aunt's face was full of tears, and she choked and said, "Xiaoya wants to see you. Come with me. I told your mother." I followed my aunt out and went downstairs, only to see the sky overcast and rainy. Along the way, my heart was pounding, and I became more and more uneasy, vaguely feeling the unfortunate arrival. At the moment when the car drove into the hospital, I began to realize that Xiaoya didn't contact me, perhaps not because of anger, but because she was ill and very ill!

We walked through the long corridor and walked into a ward, where there was a thin, gaunt and strange girl. I never imagined that that girl was Xiaoya who used to get along with me day and night.

Xiaoya saw me, forced out a smile and said, "I didn't want you to see me like this, for fear that you would laugh at me. But I miss you again, and I want to take a picture with you and be nostalgic. " Xiaoya said airily, concealing the fact that her life is coming to an end. I can't believe everything in front of me. My aunt is hiding her face and crying. My uncle's expression is full of sadness, and tears are running down my cheeks. Xiaoya pulled me to the bed, wiped the tears from my face and said, "Don't cry, I want to take pictures with you with a smile!" " In this way, I took the only photo with her in my life: the girl in the hospital gown was smiling, but her eyes were sad and sad, and the other girl was smiling, but her face was covered with wet tears. At this point, suddenly thunder outside the window, it began to rain cats and dogs, as if to feel sorry for Xiaoya.

Soon, the disease took Xiaoya's life. At the moment I received the news, I didn't cry, but I felt that something in my heart was quietly broken ...

Outside the window, the sky has cleared up, and the wind gently caressed the earth, but it couldn't blow away the mist in my heart. I shouted in my heart: Xiaoya, I miss you so much, will you come back? I will never say "no" to you again. Please come back! I looked at the thin girl in the photo, and she gradually overlapped with the lively figure in my memory ... Precious photo composition 4

In my photo album, there are many photos recording my growth, and one of them left a deep memory for me.

when I was six years old, my father's work unit was going to visit Qingdao. I knew there was a sea in Qingdao, so I begged my father to take me to Qingdao, and my father agreed.

it was summer, and the sun was fierce. The deep blue sea is as calm as a mirror, and several seagulls are hovering in the air. The wet sea breeze blows on my face, and I can smell the salty taste. I stand on the shore and look at the endless sea, and I am excited to say "sea, I am coming!" " That day, I wore a white dress, a pair of pink sandals and a small plastic bag in my hand, and went to the soft beach to pick up shells.

at this moment, layers of waves rushed to the beach, and I immediately took off my sandals and ran to the sea, splashing waves. Dad was also childlike. He took off his leather sandals, rolled up his trousers and threw himself into the embrace of the sea. I lifted a handful of seawater and sprinkled it on my father ... My uncle was busy picking up the camera and pressing the shutter, leaving a happy moment for my father and daughter. Precious photo composition 5

Turn on my cousin's mobile phone, and a special photo will appear on the screen-in a piece of Wang Yang, a burly middle-aged man pushes a self-made tire board boat with a white-haired grandmother sitting on it, holding a bag of vegetables in her hand, and the water doesn't reach the man's waist.

We are all curious. Why did Cousin set this photo as the main screen? My cousin, who just graduated from college and has always been laughing and laughing, said solemnly: "There is a positive energy in the photo."

When you see this photo, people in Yaocheng should think of the day when the extraordinary flood brought by Typhoon No.23 "Feite" ravaged Yaocheng. I still remember clearly in my mind that it rained cats and dogs for three days and nights, and the water in the community climbed the first step of the corridor. The beautiful Yuyao City became an island in the water, and the residents in the community were cut off from electricity and water, lacking food ... An unprecedented disaster befell us.

My cousin lives in the old community of Xinxinmen, and the terrain is very low. The highest flood level is 1.2 meters, so the residents of the whole building can't go out. Uncle Zhang in the photo came to Yuyao to work the year before last, and lived downstairs in his cousin's house. Seeing that most of the buildings were elderly people, it was very inconvenient to go out, so he inflated an old tire, put two boards on it and fixed it with ropes to make a simple tire boat.

although the rain has stopped, the flood has been reluctant to recede. At six o'clock in the morning, Uncle Zhang stood on the stairs with a tire boat waiting for the residents to go out. In a short time, Li Nainai, who always gets up early, is going out to buy some vegetables with a bag. Uncle Zhang said enthusiastically, "Li Nainai, be careful when you get on the boat." He carefully helped Li Nainai into the boat, and after Li Nainai sat firmly, he pushed the boat through the water, struggling to walk out step by step.

I'm busy from six o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening, and I always grab two bites at every meal for fear of delaying the residents who come in and out. He not only picks up his neighbors in the corridor, but also picks up people in other corridors. Because he has been soaked in water all day, the skin on his feet is wrinkled, and he doesn't care at all. As soon as he stops, he will raise his voice and shout, "Who wants to go out? Who wants to go out? " He shouted himself hoarse. Many residents want to give him money, but he always says, "no, no, it's nothing." Cousin stayed at home with nothing to do, so he stood on the balcony and looked out. He always saw Uncle Zhang busy back and forth in the water, and his face always had a bright smile!

The photos left us with precious memories. The flood was merciless, and people in Yuyao, old and new, loved each other. Let this "positive energy" be passed on forever! Precious photo composition 6

It's a different Sunday from living in. It's cloudy and raining cats and dogs, but my mood is just the opposite, lazy and peaceful.

"Ding-dong, Ding-dong ..." The ringing of the doorbell, which was supposed to be pleasant, suddenly made me feel very bored. I sat up reluctantly and thought: Who is so annoying? I wonder if rainy days are suitable for sleeping? Why did you run out? I rubbed my eyes and walked to the door. Suddenly, I remembered that this is a photo that my mother in my hometown said she would send me yesterday. It is a photo of my childhood, which is very precious. I suddenly lost my sleep and hurried to the door.

when I opened the door, I saw that it was a courier, so I asked in a panic, "Did you get my parcel wet?" The courier may have been startled by my appearance, paused for a few seconds before saying, "I don't think so … no!" " Regardless of his feelings, I quickly grabbed the parcel from his hand, opened it and examined it carefully to see if my photo was wet. Fortunately, there is no trace of being wet on the package in that photo, let alone the photo.

"If there is nothing else, I'll go first." The courier said carefully. At this time, my heart calmed down with shame, so my attitude towards him changed, so I began to look at him carefully: he was wearing a very wide raincoat, but it seemed that he was all wet. I think, he should use this fat raincoat to wrap the "love" mail of every household before getting wet!

I came to my senses and said to him kindly, "Why don't you come in and have a cup of hot tea before you go? It's hard for you. Don't freeze." But he seemed very anxious, and quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, there are still many people waiting for me to deliver the courier!" " Before his voice fell, his "tall" figure disappeared into my sight. I hurried to the window and looked down. After seeing him go down, I still didn't care if I got wet. Instead, I first checked whether the package I was going to send was intact. After checking and confirming, I roared away on a battery car ...

I stood motionless by the window, as if I was moved by his seemingly small but unusually "great" move. Nowadays, there are very few people who do their duty like him, and there are even fewer people like him who only think of others and ignore themselves. Thinking of this, I looked out of the window again, but the figure had already disappeared in the rain ...

Many years have passed, and that photo has become somewhat damaged and slightly yellowed with the passage of time. But whenever I see that photo, the first thing I think of is not my happy childhood, but the courier who once touched me and the package that didn't get wet at all ... Precious photo composition 7

I am full of joy.

The burning sun, the golden beach and the boundless sea. Happy people, some swimming and paddling in the sea, some playing and resting on the beach. Conversation, singing, laughter and "rushing" waves are intertwined into a beautiful symphony. The most striking thing on the beautiful beach is a little boy with a round head, a red face, smiling eyes and a small mouth with tiger teeth. But strangely, he only showed his fat head and was buried in the golden sand. Not far from him, several uncles with bare arms laughed till tears came to their eyes, leaning forward and backward. Do you know that the little boy buried in the sand was me when I was a child?

This happened on May Day in 2xx. It was a hot summer day. My father, uncle Pan and uncle driver came to Nanji Island in Wenzhou. There are many scenic spots here, and the golden beach-Dasha 'ao is my favorite.

As soon as we arrived in Nanji Island, we put down our luggage and hurried to our first stop-Dashaao. The bus went over the mountains and mountains, and we smelled the unique smell of the sea at a distance from the sea, and then we heard the sound of the waves beating against the coast, as if the sea was warmly applauding the guests from afar. After half an hour's journey, we finally came to our dream place. "ah! The sea here is so blue, the waves are wearing clear blue gauze skirts, and the skirts are always attached to the clouds on the horizon, and they are dancing together from time to time. Here ... "Seeing this beautiful sea, the driver's uncle couldn't help admiring it.

Then, we bought tickets, put on swimsuits, stepped on the soft sands and ran to the sea. "wow!" Suddenly, a wave came head-on and knocked me over on the beach. I was just about to get up when another wave came up and flooded my whole body. The sea water flowed into my mouth, salty and astringent, which was really unpleasant. "Ha ha ....." A burst of laughter drifted in from my ear hole, and then the voice of "landlubber" came in again. When I saw that the driver's uncle was laughing at me, I was unconvinced. I chased the driver's uncle and threw sand at him. He ran to the beach and turned to tease me, hey! This can make me angry and keep calling "Stop, you stop ...". Suddenly he jumped forward. I have some doubts. Why did he jump forward? I was thinking, "Boom!" With a cry, I fell into a trap that I don't know who had already set-a big and deep bunker. "hey! Pull me up, pull me up! " I shouted and climbed up. But I'm like an ant on hot bricks, there's nothing I can do. And they, laughing, kept piling sand on me. I just feel itchy all over. It's really angry and funny, but I have no choice but to be at their mercy. Soon, my body was all buried in sand. Is this happy time, "click!