High-quality composition for senior high school entrance examination: supporting materials 1.

I wish you a bright future, a lover and happiness in the world. I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms. -Haizi

The humid air in the south is like an invisible net, which makes me breathless. The sky is like a tightly woven cloth, and a needle can't penetrate it. It's wet and stuffy everywhere.

My mood is also irritable. What should I do in the face of all the troubles in the world?

A person is walking on the path in the park. The pebbles on the ground are lame, and there are tall kapok trees on both sides. Looking up, it is red kapok, as enchanting and beautiful as a raging fire. Not far away, there is a mother and son with bamboo baskets in their hands, as if to pick kapok. I saw the little boy break free from his mother's hand and run to the path. His goal is clear-kapok tree. The little body squatted down, saw kapok, picked it up, picked it up soon, and couldn't hold his arms. The red kapok reflected the little boy's face so cute that his mother's face burst into a smile in the distance. I see beauty, my heart sees beauty, and my thoughts drift away.

It's the same when I return from the south, and kapok is particularly important to me. Grandma is afraid that I am too wet and climbs the hillside with a bamboo basket every morning. There are patches of kapok, full of raging fires, full of raging fires. A white-haired old man, carrying a bamboo basket, laboriously bent down to pick up kapok on the ground and threw it into the bamboo basket with his backhand. In the early morning light, this silhouette complements the flaming kapok. When I got up, grandma came back with a basket of kapok trees, with thick sweat on her forehead and a flower-like smile on her face; "Little darling, grandma will cook kapok porridge for you!" Kapok petals, porridge, soup, red petals and white rice, stewed in one pot, delicious and memorable.

"Pa-"A kapok suddenly fell to the ground and made a noise, and the little boy tripped. A kapok that just fell from the tree looks good. The little boy picked up kapok and looked at it carefully as if he were holding a toy that he couldn't put down. He smiled. There was a crack in the horizon, and the sparse sunshine came in and shone on these kapok and boys. The little boy raised his head, looked at the direction of the sun, blinked, raised kapok and faced the light. The fiery red kapok is red and transparent in the sun.

I was shocked, too. I looked up at the kapok on my head. It's red and suffocating. It seems that there is a picture scroll unfolding slowly in front of me. In the picture, an old man bent down to pick up kapok in the faint sunshine. That's grandma. My eyes were full of tears. I looked up to stop them from flowing, but I saw the red kapok on my head, burning in the sun. People are just like kapok, warm and deep, neat and simple. Even if life is short, they should bloom their own beauty and remain single-minded.

Looking back, I walked into the world of flying test papers with clear eyes.

I know, facing the world, I chose Chunhua.