College entrance examination is a war. This sentence has become a famous saying. And what I want to say is my college entrance examination. "I am a senior five." I know that when I say this sentence, many people will feel and sigh, and then encourage and support. At the same time, I can't help whispering: "Can I do well in the exam next year?" I don't care about this. In fact, I'm beginning to like my life in senior three. It is intense and full, full of competition and challenges, but not boring. The adjective I used in the first college entrance examination was muddleheaded. Preparation can hardly be called preparation: I played until the college entrance examination. I can't pull out the scapegoat here-treason. I fell out with a friend when I was a freshman. It is no exaggeration to say that I didn't listen to any class for more than a month, because I am a very emotional person. Others say it's not worth it, but I think it is. After that, I became more mature mentally and handled things more rationally. I understand that even if the whole world abandons you, I will love myself. My second year of high school was divided into classes, and my train arrived at the midway station. Some people came and some people left. The pace of life slowed down and something happened, but it didn't affect the main theme. Soon, the legendary senior three boomed. While others were sharpening their knives, I started another sealed journey-playing the online game Paradise II. I really thought I had found my own paradise. I have soaked every bit of my daily life. Coco and Vivian tried to persuade me, but my inertia was too great to stop. There are still two months before the college entrance examination, and I finally stopped because the old class found everything. At first, he only slightly realized: I am usually very serious. Why do I always sleep in class? Then after an unannounced visit, he spread out the first-hand information he had in front of me, and I could only confess. Lao Ban must have studied criminal investigation! Before the final judgment came, I was seriously looking forward to the miracle, but my previous behavior had already laid the groundwork for my failure: 459 points. I held the TV every day for those days and didn't have to think about anything. On the other hand, my family has arranged for my senior three. I couldn't think about anything, so I started a new round of war under their arrangement. This time my adjective is like air. I gave up TV, telephone, internet and everything I could, just for a short glory. I hope this will create my light. My friends also wrote to tell me their secrets, but I hope I can use them in the war. I feel very happy that so many people are accompanying me. The final judgment book says 57 1. Although six points in a book is enough, I know in my heart that I am not completely married to myself to study, and I am quite satisfied. But life is not satisfactory, and he is at a loss. In the end, no one can predict, just as we can't know who we will meet tomorrow. I failed this list. At noon that day, the sun could not bear to listen to my heartbreaking voice and pulled up thick clouds. I feel that my mother seems to have saved tears for several years, but I feel a little chest tightness and have no desire to cry. I know I'm not pretending to be strong. I think it's really nothing. I took a long breath in my heart, and I vomited hard several times without finishing. Life has no feelings, just like time. No matter what happens, no matter what you think, he will go his way. We must move on after watching it. This is my own choice. I haven't decided on adjectives yet. Reservation is blank, a kind of expectation, an expectation of approval, and an expectation of all unknown beauty. And I will splash dazzling gold with Van Gogh's hand.