? Looking through the QQ signature file a few days ago, I found that my signature was rarely updated in the last two years, probably because of my experience in senior three in two years, and I still remember everything in senior three. I remember clearly from the first energetic signature shortly after the start of senior three in 20 14, to the helpless "up and down" at the end of the year, and then to the "Avenue to Jane" at the beginning of 20 15. I can even hear the intermittent rain when I wrote "All the beautiful things in the world are worth seeing" and smell the humidity in the dormitory. Thinking of the miserable senior three and the more difficult senior four, now, sitting in the libraries of two colleges and universities can be regarded as realizing the wish to repeat reading, but the exploration of old memories can't stop.
? When I first entered high school, I lost my goal, and the muddleheaded last semester of Grade One led to the unsmooth study in high school. The placement of classes was a heavy blow and cheered up my original self-esteem. I refuse to continue to degenerate, so I study hard, although hard, but not very good. In the process of gradually facing the reality, I have a set goal-an ordinary university. I don't know how I got that small job in the first place, but it gave me the courage and vitality to face difficulties in senior three. Therefore, after understanding the huge gap between ideal and reality, when I first entered senior three, I was seriously agitated, insomnia, headache and nosebleeds, but I was still able to get up early every cold morning in senior three with my mind and do English reading at every sleepy noon, so that I could go to school. However, everything gave me a slap in the face in the morning after the college entrance examination results came out, and I didn't know what to do with the lowest score. I feel that the world is overcast and I can't see the road ahead clearly. The idea of re-reading flooded my mind, and that reluctance drove me, but I struggled to give up. I am afraid to go through it again in the darkness of senior three, afraid of failing again, and finally decide to save the country by curve. I wonder if fate always likes to play tricks on people: when you settle for second best, it will give you a worse result and a complete humiliation. So, I still repeat it. During this period, in front of new students, I always mentioned the name of the same great god. This is an envy and an encouragement. I yearn for the sky where they fly. I try my best to adjust my study method, attitude and timetable to adapt it to my rhythm for another year. The first half of the semester is ok, but the grades in the second half of senior four have never improved. I am worried, but there is nothing I can do. What makes me even more depressed is that my classmates who came back to repeat their studies with me suffered from inequality instead of widowhood. Doing the same thing, the starting point is higher than others, but the result is not as ideal as others, and the balance in my heart is tilted. When this tilt is based on my lack of hard work and incompetence, it makes me even more embarrassed and painful. I always find myself so unhappy.
I admit that for the first time in my life, I really tried this kind of pain that I can't get. It is in these two years that there is a big gap, but there is still hope. Every time I look around, I have different emotions, and my fighting spirit is slowly or dimly confused. However, no matter what I think, the starry sky on the playground is always gentle and warm, always staying in the time film. That starry sky will never be forgotten in those years.
? These unpleasant experiences made up my high school days. Although I won't forget them, they gradually left me and slipped away lightly. Hello, old times. Goodbye, old times.