? We are about to arrive at East Gate Station of Peking University. I put my hand in my trouser pocket and walked out of the subway station. Adults say it's cool to put your hands in your trouser pockets. In fact, for children who insist on walking alone, we are just the only tenderness in their trouser pockets. I took a bus from the East Gate and flew into the Yan Garden. Boyata, the library and the Centennial Lecture Hall, places that I missed day and night, just passed my shoulder in a hurry. When I was in Peking University, I often received calls from my brothers and sisters from their hometown. The theme is nothing more than how to get into Peking University. ? Can bear hardships. ? The opening remarks are always so simple and low-key. The college entrance examination is a very bitter and self-aware thing. The difference is that I ate one year more than others.
I lost hope in the list.
In June 2008, I took the college entrance examination with the expectation of my whole family. The first college entrance examination scored 569 points, and finally ended with a score that could not be admitted to any key university in Beijing. Grandma told me that when I was eight years old, when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always pouted and said I would go to Beijing to go to college. This is a bridge that the family often mentions at the dinner table. I wonder where an eight-year-old boy came from. Go to Beijing to go to college? I just want to write a happy ending for this bridge.
I was absent on the day of volunteering. I asked my parents for 1000 yuan, spent more than 300 yuan to buy a ticket to Suzhou and went straight to Hanshan Temple. ? Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. ? That year, the poet Zhang failed the list. Disappointed, he came to Suzhou, looked at the ancient maple bridge in the night, and made this immortal sigh. I walked in the quiet night of Suzhou City, feeling the same mood as the ancients, and recalled that everything went well in the first half of the semester because of the good foundation for preparing for the exam. In the second half of the semester, I became nervous and anxious. I was disheartened after the first one failed, and I didn't play the second one well. Finally ushered in the college entrance examination. I bought a brochure of Hanshan Temple at a roadside stall, and I got comfort from a sentence that introduced Zhang Ji's page. After losing the election and returning to his hometown, Zhang Ji struggled again and eventually became a scholar in Tianbao. ? I put the brochure in my pocket and decided to walk into the wind and rain again.
Looking at the letter in the southwest of the capital
I didn't discuss with my parents, but returned to the classroom of senior three on the spur of the moment of Aries. The classroom has changed, but a mountain of textbooks is still there; Students have changed, but the posture of studying hard is still the same; The teacher has changed, but the words instilled have not changed. In the first mid-term exam of senior three, I suddenly ranked first in my grade. This result didn't bring me any joy.
After I came back from Suzhou, I postponed all my classmates' parties. When my former comrades-in-arms were drinking wine to celebrate their victory, I hid in my hut and leafed through the papers accumulated in senior three. The test papers are piled up as high as half a person. I picked out all the wrong questions and did it again. When I found any loopholes, I immediately read this book to remedy them. In this way, I spent a summer vacation learning what I didn't have time to understand in senior three, and I studied for one year more than my current classmates, so I was naturally the first in my grade.
The new head teacher called me to the office and said? Take math and liberal arts? . I am good at math, and I have a good foundation in other subjects. Being admitted to Peking University Tsinghua is very promising. I just smiled and nodded gently. After talking to the new class teacher, I feel even more stressed. Although my high school is a provincial key, liberal arts is not my strong point. Last year, none of the liberal arts classes in the whole school was admitted to Tsinghua Peking University, and the best result in re-reading only went to university of international business and economics. Peking University is not easy.
Seeing the photos of college life sent by my classmates on campus, thinking of my parents' hidden expectations and recalling the monotonous suffering last year, I began to doubt my initial choice. At the beginning, I was not as good as the last two. Why should I think about Beijing? I am still very nervous after a year of re-reading, but while enjoying the splendid university life in Beijing, I will take time out to keep in touch with the original letter every month.
She mentioned Wudaokou University Town in her letter, saying that where is her low-key and uncompromising lovely stationery? Photosynthesis Yes, she wrote to me in the lush soft music and the warmth of the afternoon. What was the first birthday cake she got at Wudaokou? Happy day? She said there was a small shop called? Hong Ying? The style of clothes there tickles her, but she can't afford it. I hid behind a high pile of books, reading her words and imagining the legendary Wudaokou. If it sounds good like this, will we call it later? Love Wudaokou education? . It is these ugly letters that give me reasons to keep going.
Have a dream at night.
As always, there are many exams in senior four, one after another like candied haws. My grades are like the Nasdaq index, with ups and downs. However, compared with last year's anxiety, I seem to be much calmer. No matter whether my grades are good or bad, my heart is always calm. When the classmates around me were complaining that the paper was too difficult, I learned to put aside the score and pick up the paper to analyze the wrong questions. After the third year of high school, I know that the ups and downs of life are normal, and nine times out of ten, life is not satisfactory, so there is no need to be too demanding.
Life is monotonous. Sometimes I feel lonely when I walk into the crowd, even though it is bustling. Sometimes I feel depressed for a long time but don't know who to talk to. I want to complain to my classmates, but I'm afraid my emotions will affect others. I want to talk to my parents, but I'm afraid they will worry about me staying up late. The school has an eleven-story teaching building with a small roof. Almost every time I need to vent my emotions after the exam, I will wait until night falls and the lights are on, walk up, overlook the neon-lit night view of the city, look up at the bright stars overhead, and spit out those unpleasant little emotions. In this way, the small rooftop on the eleventh floor hides many of my secrets.
Every summer, cities in the south always have humid air. Standing on the roof, there will be a breeze when the wind blows. Toriamos's voice in the earphone is soft and powerful. I looked at the lights of tall buildings in the distance and thought to myself, which lamp belongs to me?
Xiao Lang's prosperity is unstoppable.
In order to make senior four students more relaxed, the school has set the classroom on the first floor as an all-night study room, and the holidays are endless. After studying at night every day, you can go to the study room to study for several hours. In order not to lose the feeling of doing problems, the New Year's Eve came to the study room rain or shine. The basket is full of books, and I ride the little giant across the deserted street to go to school. I thought I must be the most hardworking bee in the world, but I didn't expect those three rows of window seats to be taken.
I caught a glimpse of a boy wearing glasses with admiration, but the lens couldn't cover the momentum between his brow, holding his chin thoughtfully in one hand and calculating exercises with a pen in the other. I found a seat to sit down, he looked up, we smiled at each other, and they began to study hard and make progress every day. In the evening, I sacrificed the Spring Festival Gala that year, and hurried back to the study room after dinner with my family, trying to sum up the English questions I did wrong in the afternoon. I thought no one would work harder than me on New Year's Eve, but I didn't expect that boy to be there.
There are only two of us in the classroom, and by this time we have admired each other. It was not until ten o'clock that I began to pack my schoolbag. ? I should be able to catch Zhao Benshan's sketch when I go back now. ? Someone is talking in the classroom. I turned around and it was him talking to me.
Later, we rode home together and talked all the way. I know that he is a repeat student like me, and he only missed Tsinghua by three points. I asked him how his review was going now, and he said that he was not as flustered as last year, and he also knew what to do at which stage, and he was more confident and calm. Maybe because everyone is a repeat student, many things feel the same to each other and hit it off.
Study by myself every day, go home by bike, and have a Tsinghua dream in Peking University. He occasionally tells me some math problems, and I can also give him some advice on English. Gradually, I got used to looking at his seat as soon as I entered the study room. As long as I can see him sitting there quietly studying, I will feel at ease.
Xinyi coincides with a long rainy and sunny day.
The calendar finally turned to June 7, and I was so looking forward to this day. A year later, I went to the battlefield of the college entrance examination. The bell rang, the test paper was opened and the writing was finished. This scene is so familiar and unfamiliar. The confusion of a year ago is gone. After another round of tempering, my eyes are a little more calm and firm.
15 days later, my parents and I stayed in front of the telephone and called at 12 in the morning to check the results. We yell at every topic. When the total score was 667, my eyes filled with tears. At this time, I received a text message from that boy:? Can we go to Beijing together? I will reply with a smiling face.
Later, the Wudaokou mentioned in the letter came into my life, and I could meet him in Tsinghua by crossing a Zhongguancun street. At this point, happiness overflowed like water in a cup.
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