Enter the third year of high school inspirational composition one
Third year of high school
My senior year passed like this.
Standing on the campus of East China University of Political Science and Law, I am full of green and sunshine. The breath of spring permeates every corner of the city and young faces.
? The college entrance examination has gone away from me. ? I said to myself, but I remembered the life that was still alive under heavy pressure, and I remembered the smiling face that was still beautiful.
It is the acme of life, which makes people cry.
The smoke of the 2003 college entrance examination has not yet dispersed. In July 13, our senior year began.
I don't know who casually wrote it on the blackboard at the back. 330? Small and clear. The students came into the classroom quietly and kept silent. Sit down and read. No one paid attention to the three figures, but they all knew that it was a sword hanging over our heads, shining with cold light.
The school moved all the senior three students to a branch school on the edge of the city, which was remote and desolate. The intention of the school speaks for itself.
There are slogans and slogans everywhere. The third year general mobilization meeting is over, and the lectures of teachers in all subjects are over. The classroom is no longer full of vitality, and the childish face is full of heaviness and coldness.
A little girl in Shanghai wrote an article "Invincible Flowers" and published it in a magazine, describing her life in senior three as thrilling and bloody. Soon, the school printed thousands of copies of this article and told us? Anything is possible.
The number of people with dark circles is increasing slowly, and there is always a strong coffee smell in the classroom. The books on the desk are piled higher and higher, and even the aisles are full of paper.
No one cursed the hot weather, and no one complained about the mountains of books and exercises. Our third year of high school, so quietly opened the curtain.
In front of me stood the head teacher:? Yin Haozhe, your dream of Peking University will come true soon! ? I looked up and smiled. The sunshine in August shines warmly into the office. I seem to hear a call from afar.
I made a form for myself, at the top of which I wrote the ideal scores of all subjects in the college entrance examination. The dense spaces below are waiting for this year's exam results. A detailed annual plan is posted on the wall.
I finished my senior three course like a war and soon entered the first round of review.
This is my weakness.
Still flying at normal speed. The brand-new textbook for senior one makes me regret it. Because of the fun at that time, my freshman year was almost blank. When I was a sophomore, I entered the top ten of my grade because of anger, but when I was a freshman, I couldn't make up for my own shortcomings.
Students are familiar with it, but I have to start from the beginning, starting with the most basic theorem. The disappointment of exams again and again made me ask more than once? What should I do?
Review progress is getting faster and faster. After class, teachers are always surrounded and students can discuss problems with each other everywhere.
It is autumn here. No one stood by the window and looked sad at the fallen leaves, and no one went for an autumn outing. We are already cold and warm.
Exams followed, and rounds of bombing. Paper falling like snowflakes almost buried these young bodies. There are so many reference books that people are overwhelmed. Intensive exercises? 、? Huanggang dense volumes
The blackboard is always full of answers to multiple-choice questions, A, B, C, D, and the head buried in various papers is raised and lowered, mumbling, and writing a red * on the test paper.
Teachers of various subjects have also started to take self-study classes? Fighting in the open air . Finally, all the self-study was divided. The evening self-study was extended to half past ten.
There is a big exam every week. Accurately calculate time, do problems, score and rank. Cycle after cycle.
No complaints, no groans, we silently endure, and tolerate all this with calmness that should not be present at this age.
But I was horrified to find that every time I took the exam, math dragged my total score down. Out of my fear of mathematics and my love for politics, history and geography, I began to escape, avoiding the distress brought by mathematics and the pressure of various exams. Math is gone alone, what about the college entrance examination?
I'm wasting my senior year.
The head teacher began to bring a class to our mobilization meeting every Monday afternoon. Everyone gawked at the head teacher spitting and glowing on the podium, silently counting how many papers were left to do today, until what time in the morning.
A classic question? What time did you go to bed this morning?
Not only comrades in the trenches, but also competitors, aren't we all? Turn against each other? , but more United, more intimate, more tacit understanding, cherish the last time together in a unique way.
Occasionally, everyone will be indignant. Being located in Shandong, the score line is the highest. English teacher? The world is as black as a crow? Let's return to peace and return to the sea of books.
Several couples appeared in the class, and everyone looked at them, somewhat disappointed and somewhat helpless.
The short winter vacation passed quickly, and the Spring Festival was very boring.
I soon learned the final grade of the first semester. Banli 14.
A terrible ranking.
I'm completely devastated. I don't know what will happen if this goes on, but who can tell me what I should do?
I chose to skip class and use math to avoid all the evening self-study. When I got home, my mother didn't say anything, but her eyes couldn't hide the deep anxiety as a mother.
On a cold night, I skipped math evening self-study again and reviewed at home (my parents didn't interfere with my study and went out for a walk). I only heard a knock at the door. When I opened the door, the man standing at the door stunned me? Tall figure, unkempt hair, sunken eyes.
? Hao Zhe, this is the paper from math self-study tonight. You always don't go, and you lose a lot. ? Teacher Mao, who teaches mathematics, leaned against the door frame, carrying a motorcycle helmet in one hand and handing me two questions in the other. His thin face is full of fatigue.
Teacher Mao drove away slowly on the back seat of his motorcycle, and my tears flowed down irrepressibly. I know, it takes an hour to ride a motorcycle from school to my home.
Back in my room, I bit my index finger and wrote three words in blood? Go! Tears dripping wet the white paper, blood and tears slowly blended together, stabbing me hard to open my eyes. I grit my teeth and say to myself? For teacher Mao's sake, you should also learn math!
It's only 100 days before the college entrance examination, and all classes have begun to count down, and the preparation for the exam is in a white-hot state. Every day before class and evening self-study, the slogans of the whole high school teaching building are one after another.
The head teacher stood on the platform seriously, and we shouted desperately and became hysterical. Opposite the science experimental class, their slogans were clearly communicated? We are all Tsinghua Peking University, never give up! I stopped talking and looked at the sunset outside the window, tears fell down.
? Peking University? Just like a balloon that lets go, it floats farther and farther, out of reach. Mine? Peking University? , and so passed away.
I fell into a strange circle. Just less than 100 days before the college entrance examination, I repeatedly asked myself, why do I want the college entrance examination? What does the college entrance examination mean to me? I pursue the answer like an ascetic. And all this can only be understood when you enter the university.
I'm still trying to do math problems and memorizing politics, history and geography crazily, but I seem to have lost the motivation to move forward. I lost my mind.
I am indulging myself again, giving myself a reason to escape. Finally, one day, the headmaster caught me loitering on the playground. At that time, all the students were in the classroom.
He grabbed my shoulder and shouted, You don't want to live? I stared at the face that was almost twisted with anger but without expression, speechless.
The head teacher took me back from the headmaster and just looked at me without saying anything. Suddenly a leg flew up, two feet, and I fell down?
Clear 26 feet, each foot is unforgettable. I have been lying on the ground and can't move.
The class teacher picked me up lovingly. Son, you can't do this anymore, understand? The teacher cried.
Walking outside, the class teacher pointed to the dazzling yellow winter jasmine on the branch and said to me slowly: This is the spring of your life, you should be in full bloom! ? I looked at the head teacher's hopeful eyes indifferently and even felt that I was overdrawn. Not because of study, but because of pressure.
Still alive like that, confused, painful but happy.
Until one day, the teacher announced that the second round of review had been completely over, and we would welcome the last mock exam in the city.
The results came out soon. Class ranking 17, the city's 500. This means that I only want to get two books. If this continues, I won't get two books.
The head teacher has decided to leave me alone. She called me out and said only one thing to me: let it die! ? Back in the classroom, I heavily carved eight words on the desk? Cross the rubicon, the last battle!
No one can save me, only myself.
I want to put all my eggs in one basket.
Just one month before the college entrance examination, I just found the feeling of senior three.
I am slowly adjusting myself and trying to forget what happened in senior three. I only remember that month now, and I really have no other thoughts. I didn't think I could get into the exam, but I just wanted to stick to it myself.
Mom and dad didn't give me any pressure. They know that at this special moment, it is futile to say anything. They just do everything for me silently.
The mentality is becoming more and more peaceful, and the things learned are gradually systematized. The results began to pick up and eventually stabilized in the top three of the class.
After leaving school on June 4, I still insist on studying in the school library every day, just to keep myself in a state of war and not relax.
The night before the college entrance examination, I stood on the playground and looked at the watery night sky. I asked myself? How many days later, can you still stand on another campus and look up at the same starry sky?
On June 7, the college entrance examination, the mentality has been extremely peaceful. Mom and dad didn't speak, just quietly watching me open the car door and slowly walk into the school.
The test paper has been handed out, and it is quiet inside.
Two days of fighting.
When the final whistle sounded, I suddenly realized? This is the college entrance examination! My college entrance examination, my senior three and my senior high school are all over! Next, I'm going to college!
The first time I really breathed the air in the sun, I shouted and rushed out of the examination room like crazy.
The class teacher waiting at the school gate hugged me tightly. Tears for you: Son, you finally came! ? The dribs and drabs of senior three suddenly flooded into my mind. This year, I had a hard time. I was no longer excited, and tears welled up in my eyes.
On the afternoon of June 8, 2004, by the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, the sun was setting and willows were weeping.
Soon, the results were announced. Second in the class.
Then, I solemnly wrote in the first volunteer column? East China University of Political Science and Law? Give me all the strength and passion.
Then, I received the admission notice from Hua Zheng.
In July, I went back to school and saw the classroom that carried my dreams and hopes for a year. Or the familiar blackboard, tables and chairs, books piled on the table? It is full of repeat students. Another group of people are trying to find their dreams. After falling into the water, they jumped ashore and launched another charge on the wooden bridge.
At the summer reunion, the monitor took out the tape recorder and pressed it gently. At that time, the slogan we shouted was deafening, and then the band Zero believed in itself. No one mentioned the college entrance examination again, but everyone's face was covered with tears, thinking about the days we passed together.
Senior three has passed, and the dream is still there?
Enter the second inspirational composition of senior three.
To senior three students.
Time flies and everything is changing. Memories in fleeting time are like plants full of juice, which are scattered all over the floor and grow wantonly, occupying the whole soul. Pain is like the tide, wave after wave.
The dawn at night is a simple and lonely cycle. Feel the residual temperature of yesterday in reincarnation. Those things are different, just like listening to a leisurely and sad song, which makes me sad. It was not until the dead of night, when I couldn't sleep alone, that I suddenly found that another day and night passed through my memory.
It seems that no one has ever been confused, it seems that no one has ever hesitated, and the shoes have forgotten the original direction and deviated from the predetermined track. Look at the busy and hurried figure of senior three. Have there ever been a rocky mountain under their feet? Have they ever been depressed? It is not uncommon to have porridge in your right hand and books in your left hand in a breakfast shop recently. Who is it, in the wasted time, to make a modest effort in exchange for spiritual comfort?
I don't want to cry for anyone either. I am most afraid that people will wake up in the middle of the night and stop thinking. In the lonely night, only I can comfort my sadness, and only I can give myself strength. A handful of clear water awakens fantasy, awakens sleepiness, and the stars shine outside the window. The bright moon covered the earth with silver, as if all the flowers and trees were alive and shining with starlight. Suddenly, in the opposite building, in one window after another, clusters of dim lights flashed faintly. Even in the middle of the night, it is so dark. I know, that's my senior three buddies hiding in bed, hiding from the teacher and studying hard. At that time, the empty body suddenly abounded a lot, and a force poured out of my heart, driving away the bottomless sadness, like a dragonfly, but without losing deliberate warmth.
It turns out that the starlight is bright but far away, and no matter how hard we try to remember it, it just adds to our sadness. And those clusters of gloomy lights are bright beacon lights on the sea in Wang Yang, Wan Ru, which make the lost boat raise the sails of hope again.
During the long journey of eighteen years, we have tasted too much bitterness. At school? Youth without regrets? Engraved on the sculpture is this famous saying that inspired thousands of progressive young people in Qian Qian: Looking back, one's most precious life is not ashamed of mediocrity? . Who says that children born after 90 only know how to be hurt? Who says that children born after 90 are not motivated? Their rebellious eyes also contain unyielding will and high passion.
/kloc-the bell of the college entrance examination in 0/0 rang grandly, and the feast in June was their farewell party. So, who will get drunk? Beautiful who?
The life of senior two is coming to an end. A month later, the empty senior three will be filled by us again. Can't help but recall the terrible days in the third grade? Play house? The so-called sweat, the so-called bitterness, is fixed by time and silent in my mind. Now, I have been turned over again, and I have experienced a heavier and more bitter high school for two years. Looking back suddenly, the carefree innocence and youthful innocence of Lanza disappeared inadvertently. The original memory also pieced together a feast for us, a broken feast.
Now, sad memories are futile, and it can no longer be the main theme of life. The teacher said: learning is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and your heart is like a wild horse in the plain! I believe everyone can understand this simple truth, such as study, life and life. For the students who are about to enter the third year of high school, the so-called relaxation is indulgence. A little slack, giving up can be fatal. So, fleeting students who are about to enter the third year of high school, hold the rudder in your life, look forward and swim in the boundless sea.
? You can fold flowers straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. Senior two students, please don't be silent, please show yourself bravely, please water yourself with sweat and make up for your losses with your efforts. Please make the blank picture of youth colorful again. You had no regrets when you were young. Wait until next June. Writing here, I have to review the famous saying mentioned above: Is a person's most precious life ashamed of mediocrity when he recalls the past?