My fond memories of high school began with Zhou Cuixu, and the three of them are the proof of my happiest high school days. The four of us were assigned to the frontier by the class teacher and transferred to the corner because of our poor grades in Grade One. The four of us were very happy together, although our poor grades also affected our mood. Zhou is Zhou Jinghui, with slender eyes and eyebrows, slightly pointed chin, fair skin and slender figure. He is gentle in front of strangers and laughs loudly in front of acquaintances. Cui is human. She is tall and talented, and she knows science and engineering quickly. Good skin, flat chest, not suitable for her figure. Xu is Jeff, who loves Japanese anime. He is calm on the surface and has personality in his bones. Three of them are younger than me. Xu is five months old, eight months old, and Cui is nearly twelve months old. Zhou was born in1December 30th, 989, and got on the last bus after 80s. Cui was born after 90s. Then in 2005, the four of us got together. In the first semester of senior one, the four of us sat in the north corner of the classroom. I sit at the same table with Zhou, Cui and Xu, and the soldiers are divided into two ways. In high school, most girls had short hair, which was easier to take care of. All four of us have similar hairstyles. Cui has a mind similar to that of a boy. She is good at math and physics, and she is quite careless. All the questions are basically difficult for her, and she seldom gets high marks. The four of us write quite generally, and Zhou is a small square, which is very square; Cui has some cursive meanings; Xu is very disciplined, and every stroke has no personality at all; Me too.
Cui loves reading novels as much as I do and often recommends some to each other. She is a generous girl and has never heard her complain about anything, so she can afford to make jokes. She started as a girl monitor and got a boy monitor. I often feel lucky to meet three girls who are pure, peaceful and natural. At first, Zhou Xu and I shared a dormitory. Later, I changed my dormitory. I continue to share a dormitory with Zhou and Cui Xu. At that time, the four of us often talked about everything together and had different personalities. We had a good chat together. Zhou Jinghui loves TV series, Xu Jie loves anime or movies, and I love reading. Trav can accept anything.
In front of the four of us, there are two boys sitting across the aisle, Ma Guodong Yu Yunlong, and Tan Jie on the left. Cui took a little thing from Matan to educate Xu Jie: If you want to drink water, pass me two cups. You should do the same to me. Xu simply ignored her. The four of us also observed their "flirting" privately. Tan Ma and his wife often ate together at that time, and their behavior was also very close, which was a good brotherhood. Of course, we don't want to think so. It was impossible for us to observe and discuss secretly without doping evil in our hearts.
Tan Jie loves Liu Yifei very much. She bought her own stickers, chose the most beautiful one, and put it on the table carefully. When she bowed her head, she could see her smiling face like a flower. Liu Yifei is his goddess, his angel, and the embodiment of all the beauty and purity he imagined. As soon as school was over in the afternoon, Tan went to eat. Fu Hua and Wu accidentally spilled water on Tan's desk. Wu Mi quickly moved the books on the table, wiped the table, wiped off the water stains on the ground, and then restored everything to its original state. I'm as busy as a bee, watching Liu Yifei's situation on the desktop excitedly, pretending that I don't care: what if I break her? I sigh: Liu Yifei really can't do anything about you, but Tan Jie will try his best to find you. There is no boy in the class who doesn't love Liu Yifei. Stickers, postcards and posters about her can be seen everywhere. Of course, there are different types. Our boy monitor only loves Cecilia Han. I often hear boys talk about Liu Yifei's scandal. Probably in 2005, around 2006, she began to become popular.
When the head teacher went to the boys' dormitory for inspection, he found many posters of beautiful women posted in various places, including the bed boards of the brothers in the upper bunk and the brothers in the lower bunk, for his own rest. The class teacher feels normal. Later, the old class went to the girls' dormitory and found posters of beautiful stars on the wall. He must have thought there would be many handsome posters in the girls' dormitory. But through these old classes, I have come to a conclusion: students are pursuing beauty.
It was not until high school that we had a clear understanding of gender, until we separated boys from girls. My first impression of the opposite sex mostly comes from my father. My dad is tall, likes current affairs, news, sports and military things, and has a mild temper, so I always thought that all the opposite sex would have similar hobbies as my dad. However, the boys in our class didn't leave me the impression that I liked those things mentioned above. I don't know if they talked about their ideals and liked to explore the world, or if they were full of ambition as if the world was trampled on by them, even if it was frivolous and unrealistic, because they were still young at that time, and no matter how they dreamed, they would be forgiven or encouraged. I only heard gossip when they were chatting. I was vaguely disappointed: they didn't satisfy my initial imagination of the opposite sex.
For a long time, post-80s writers' things were very popular in my class. Jing M.Guo is particularly popular, but I have never liked him very much. I only like Han Han, whose style is a bit like Salinger's Good Girl. At that time, several boys in the class did well. I don't know who chose the most handsome one. I don't care. I thought Zhang Chengqing had a real personality, with an oval face lying sideways. Looking back now, I really want to kill myself with one bite: what kind of eyes, is this beauty also called beauty? He, Zhang Qiang and Wang Xingyu are known as the "Golden Triangle", which is unusual.
In high school, Wang was thin and black, just like a little brother. He is the head nurse. Once, their dormitory was detained, and the old class shouted: Stand up, head nurse. The king stood up, not much taller than the man sitting. The old class is still shouting: master, stand up for me, oh. I noticed him. In three years, he grew very fast, not short, but thin. I haven't seen it for years either. It's time for a big change.
At that time, I didn't know much about many people or basically everyone in my class. I didn't have a holiday when it snowed on New Year's Day. We had a New Year's party together and everyone had a good time. At that time, Wu was the monitor and Xiao Wuzi was a "special" child. I'm not saying that he has mental and physical problems, but that he is a little "left". He was a normal person, good at math and physics, and basically failed in English, with only two exam results. At that time, I was very thin, with an inverted triangular face and a layered smile. Wu is very popular with girls and shy.
At that time, girls who went to physical education class had nothing to play with. Boys mainly play basketball and football. I often watch boys play basketball. After playing for two years, their level has basically not improved, which shows that they have worked hard. And a group of football players. I remember that Tan Jie would come back breathless, flushed and sweaty every time after class. Ma Guodong also plays football. One summer after the rain, there was physical education class. Jeff and I stood on the edge of the playground and watched the boys play football. Their trousers are wet from the knee down.
I like to go out for a walk after the first class in the evening, and sometimes I stay with Zhou. When she went out, she shook her arm as if she couldn't move, and then looked at the newly built street lamp in the school. Urban construction is divided into two steps: either it is smashed and then built, or it is built and then smashed. This is the case in high school. After many twists and turns, it was finally finalized. As soon as you enter the "luxurious style" school gate, it is a red sculpture, and the palm-sized place around the sculpture is called "Knowledge Square". No matter how boastful I am, I still lied to many people. After entering the school gate, I turned for a long time to find the square, and finally found the square at my feet.
There are several tall girls in the class. Geng Jing is outstanding, with short hair and rare bright colors. Based on the school uniform, she is strong and fast, so fighting with her can't take advantage. "tomboy" means that real boys can't beat her. If one night she entered the dormitory talking and laughing, she must have won the fun somewhere. Once next to her was Cai Jing, who was also a tall girl. She can't beat Geng Jing in boxing. At first, Cai refused. Later, Cai didn't hold back. I'm curious: why don't you fight back? Cai: Resistance is futile. One night, after studying at night, Cai sneaked to Geng's place, trying to escape quickly to take advantage of it. Unfortunately, his seat was not properly placed, and he tripped over the stool. I have a good relationship with Gong. Geng thinks that friends will have an influence on me, so let Gong sum up his influence on them. Gong: With you, I eat too much, run fast and hit people hard. Once, Zhou Jinghui's mother went to school to see her, and when she saw Zhou walking with a boy (actually Geng), the boss was unhappy. Zhou quickly explained that it was my classmate, a girl. Geng has a lovely younger brother, who was taken away by his mother when he held a parent-teacher meeting in grade one. He has a round head and a round head. Geng Di was only a few years old at that time, and later went to school. He got 75 points in a Chinese final exam, but Geng Ma got 75 points. Gengma really said that she took as many exams as she did, and Gengma didn't have the nerve to tell her that our full score was 150.
The favorite girl in my class is Liu Jine. In the whole high school, I spent one third less time studying than her. In the dormitory, everyone had a rest at noon and night, and she still buried herself in reading. I am lazy. I couldn't sleep well the night before, so I stopped class the next morning. The reason is that I don't have a good rest and my brain is not obedient. If I don't have a good afternoon nap, I won't have class in the afternoon. She always studies hard. I can't. If I were like her, I would go crazy.
We have a lovely teacher, Miss Wang, who teaches English. She is tall, with standard shoulders, chest, waist and legs. She is a mother and childlike. In the winter of grade two, after the snow, she made snowballs. We threw them into the classroom while we were unprepared. The books on the desks of four boys in the first row are wet. Of course, we want revenge. We made snowballs one after another to beat the teacher for a long time. Miss Wang, a beautiful woman, taught carefully. On one occasion, Ren dictated some unsatisfactory words and phrases and made about one-third to one-half mistakes. Now the beautiful woman quit, and every time she dictated, she was called Ren, and every time she made a mistake, there was no sign of progress. After seven or eight times, the beauty lost. Abstract: Ren, you are so stubborn.
In her sophomore year, Cui Yingying bought a bamboo flute on a whim and spent three yuan. In fact, it's just a bamboo pole with holes, so she can't play the melody. Li Long seems to like flute very much. On his birthday, he was given a flute, and Li taught himself, because one night when he was walking in the playground, he heard him playing Lilac, which was not bad.
Lu is tall and thin, and his handwriting is super ugly. The Chinese teacher asked him to write a poem silently on the blackboard: leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward. There are two lines of incomplete words on the blackboard. Before the next class cleaned the blackboard, the physics teacher came in, startled: Who wrote such ugly words? !
When I was a sophomore, it was popular to send apples at Christmas in winter. They are beautifully wrapped in plastic paper, and most girls make them themselves. Those apples are as bright and tender as those girls who play tricks. I only remember one scene: when Liu Xiangfeng gave Shen Xiubin an apple, he walked over affectionately, hehe. I haven't seen Liu for years, and she is getting more and more beautiful. Many exquisite girls are quiet and thoughtful, meticulous in appearance and full of temperament. They used to get along as comfortably as clear water. I especially like this kind of girl, but she is wandering and crooked. I have a bad impression of myself when I grow up so big.
Senior three, the back wall of the classroom is empty. The old class took a big picture of us and put it on the back. A few words were posted on the group photo. I can't remember the details. It seems to be: do what you think is simple and easy to do first. Because of the asymmetry of typesetting, the word "love" is empty, just a "love".
Going back to the classroom after lunch break at noon is shouting slogans. The school explained that in order to improve morale, the slogan template provided by the school was abandoned by the old class. We hung a story on the door at the beginning of the first year of high school. We took the moral of the story as the slogan: whether I am a lion or an antelope, I must run, and whether I am an ordinary student or an excellent student, I must struggle. Not only that, you should also shout slogans in the morning run. Usually we all shout exercise, struggle, study, struggle and so on. Of course, our old class will have a pervert, and ours is "weeding at noon and sweating." Who knows the Chinese food on the plate is hard? "The Sports Commission refused to shout, and the old class personally went to the playground to urge us. We lost face in front of the teachers and students of the whole school! Within a few days, everyone from the whole school to the headmaster and classmates knew our slogan.
The workload of teachers in our school is particularly heavy, with more than ten hours a day, and the head teacher has no time limit. Many teachers are in poor health and look old before they get old. Our old class is definitely a miracle among the class teachers. Being a monk for a day is not greedy, but living is just comfortable. The reason why he became a class teacher is to subsidize 100 yuan per month. Teaching is his hobby. He has many hobbies and seems to have nothing serious. We occasionally take a nap in class, and he can fall asleep standing in class. The theme of high school is learning, which is bitter and boring to others, but we have been locked up for a long time and it doesn't matter if we get used to it. When I was in senior three, my classmates seemed to be very nervous. Nobody dared to move, but everyone was quiet. I felt a sense of collapse at that time. Later, the math teacher said: Senior three need not be so nervous. With a whimper, the taut string dispersed and naturally recovered.
I have been with Zhou Jinghui for a long time. She should be strong. She usually doesn't change what she is looking for, and sometimes she is stubborn. I spent a lot of time with trav. One warm spring day, I walked with her, and neither of them spoke. They miss each other and accompany each other. They didn't bother each other or feel lonely. I like that tacit understanding, but only once.
Both Sun and Wu were monitor. I think both boys have a good ability to resist blows and insults, which shows that no matter how I joke and satirize blows, they are not angry or annoyed, and Wu still smiles like a flower. Wu Ting is popular with some little girls and looks like a little girl. Wu told me an anecdote about Sun: all the girls in a liberal arts class want to know what Sun looks like, and all the boys want to hit him! Hmm? Is it Sun who robbed others of class flowers? Wu went on to explain: He went to that class to find Shi Limin (a boy, whose arts and sciences have all left our class). Sun didn't call him, but stood at the back door of someone else's class. All the students in the class thought he was the head teacher, and they were afraid.
Wang Xingyu has a nickname given to him by many boys in our class. It is called "fragrance". "Aromatic" is because the benzene ring in our chemistry is a bit like a turtle. People often associate it with turtles, and benzene ring is fragrant, so it has the nickname of king. Naughty people in our class once pinched a lump of mud or pills into a benzene ring, put dried orange peel at the head and tail of limbs to make a turtle, and then put it on a stick to give it to the king, shouting: This is your statue.
At the end of senior three, my back desk was Ji Gan Chun, whose physics was very good, which greatly facilitated me who had been short-circuited in physics. I will go back for help as soon as I need it. No matter what he is doing, he always stops to help me solve the problem. Once I did a physics paper, and I basically didn't do multiple-choice questions. This damn thing came to check the answer with me, as long as one thing is wrong, which makes me embarrassed!
The school renovated the canteen, which was just repaired after graduating from senior three. In high school, the name of the old class in our class was Little Ren Hui. At that time, he was in his thirties and had a son who had just turned a few years old. His personality and temper are very conservative, but he is very avant-garde in dealing with his classmates. He especially likes talking with his classmates and generally practices the slogan of "saving lives". In addition, the old class is not enterprising, and many times people with different political views are quite despised, so I feel that all the students in our class are arrogant by him, and their comments on the old class are mixed. At that time, when I didn't want to attend self-study in the third night, I especially expected the old class to come to the classroom, because he would tell us stories, talk about recent developments and feelings about life as soon as he came. I have reason not to study, and I won't feel guilty for wasting time and inefficient study. The old class loves to play. He has been to all the scenic spots in our small county, large and small, and he is particularly sensitive to those newly developed scenic spots, and then he will tell us his feelings after swimming. I often go out to eat in the middle of the night after visiting the dormitory to ensure that my classmates sleep well. He once said that he ate hot pot and the fuel was alcohol, so he accidentally gave the pot some follow-up use. Our first year's academic performance was the countdown to grade, and 100 yuan was deducted in full. The old class was half joking and half warning: I told your teacher's mother that this 100 yuan is my breakfast money for one month, and I will eat it when I earn it. If I don't have it, I will be hungry. What do you think I should eat this month? The old class teaches chemistry, so does our teacher. The old class also disapproves of the leadership of the student affairs office, saying that the job of the leader is to accompany the wine, that's all. They also think of various ways to persecute teachers mentally. There are four regular high schools in our county, but our school pays more attention to science and the other three schools pay more attention to liberal arts.
The name of the Chinese teacher is Zhang Yu. He is thin, with brown eyes, and can't guess his age. Many teachers in our school are precocious because of high-intensity work. Teacher Zhang is a very tolerant person and writes well. In the first semester of senior one, Zhao Leixiu, a former student of the teacher, went back to school as an intern and praised the teacher when he gave us classes. The children in our class like to argue with all the teachers. When talking about Qu Yuan in class, there was a voice saying that Qu Yuan was not a martyr, but died because he could not live. I really can't remember the exact words. Generally speaking, the teacher is against it. Von Deda in our class insists on this view very much. Teacher Zhang threw a white eye: paranoia. Another time, our math teacher and the headmaster came to attend the class together. We didn't know that we had a humiliating argument with the teacher on a topic in class, and the teacher was helpless.
On another occasion, all the teachers in the English group came to listen to Mr. Wang's class. Teacher Wang was very naughty, so he took us to make trouble. The lecture is O 'Henry's Police and Hymns. At that time, the teacher asked for a play to enliven the classroom atmosphere. Boys line up, girls line up. The girl is led by Geng Jing. She played a funny beggar, Wang Li played a hotel waiter, Yuan Chongying played a commentator, and I also played a respectable umbrella thief. Later, girls performed in the classroom, and the effect was not bad.
There are many happy things and many unhappy things in high school. Forget unhappy things and always remember that you have a hard time with yourself. Remember my lush years, remember my high school, remember the warm time that reminds me.