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Inspirational article for the champion of college entrance examination: "Miracle is to sacrifice everything for faith"

For those who say I can't, I have proved once again that yes, I can.

I'd like to borrow the comments of the head teacher and give a general description of the last semester of senior three. You know how to care about the world, but you can't. You are extremely determined, but you can't escape the temptation of reality. You can see the mountains in the distance, but you can't see the road under your feet. Sometimes I call it persistence, sometimes I regard self-satisfaction as self-confidence, and sometimes I feel that I am the almighty God who can save others and save the world. Finally, I became a clay idol crossing the river. Sometimes it's really full of weaknesses and you don't care? Fake master? Sometimes it is really the poor who waste their opportunities and are complacent. ? Seeing these comments and criticisms, I feel panic, but I am more confused about what I should do.

The habit of being riddled with holes made my grades drop from the first place in the second year of high school to forty or fifty places, but at that time I was still full of confidence and felt that I could make a comeback.

This is the first half of senior three. Looking at the decline in grades, watching Peking University go away in confusion and struggle.

What I have to mention is self-enrollment. Now that I think about it, it was really a wonderful experience that affected me for a long time!

With the results of my sophomore year, I entered the written examination room of Peking University. There were four math problems in the morning, and I only did a little when I handed in my papers. If you put it aside at ordinary times, you will be bored when you do the test in the afternoon, and then you will be frustrated. But this time, I don't know where the motivation comes from. I forgot the math paper in the morning for the time being, and every minute counts. When I walked out of the examination room, I knew there was little hope, but I was really pleased with my calmness in the afternoon. Passing the written test is a reward for my mentality. From then on, no matter how I did in the last exam, I can work hard until the last second, which may be far more important than passing the exam.

Then in the interview, I walked on the unnamed lake again, breathing the intoxicating breath, and the sun shone quietly on me. Later, I learned that the skier in the unnamed lake, a scholar under Boyata, gave me much hope in the dark.

Dramatically, I only got five points in the end. God's jokes are so funny. During the ten days of winter vacation, I threw away all my plans and stayed at a loss, just staying and doing nothing. After doing so much and spending so much time, only five points, is it worth it? I will never forget that many people heard this sentence? Five points? Look, hearing a cold joke is an expression, and I can only respond with a smile. But I refuse to accept, perhaps, these five points will be useful; Maybe, it really works.

School starts again, and it will arrive soon? Quality inspection 2? . The appearance of integrated management has greatly changed this situation. The advantages of chemistry cannot be brought into play, and the disadvantages of physics are exposed. 200 students, I can't forget that the teacher in the dormitory showed me the report card angrily. It's not that bad! Think for yourself? In a flash, I felt at a loss, gritted my teeth and made up my mind. I threw away my mobile phone card, lent my MP4 to my classmates, and put three things under my pillow: Tsinghua Peking University was not a dream, I bought it in the summer vacation, and I enrolled in Peking University's Dream Building Peking University and a set of postcards from Peking University. Lying in bed, it is difficult to fall asleep. I copied the invincible flower one by one, hoping that I could be like the little girl who sacrificed everything for Fudan.

Walking on the road every day, my eyes are always dark and I can't see any sunshine. The life of going to bed late and getting up early leads to physical problems, and my mind is always like a paste, and I retch from time to time. But I can't relax. I should take medicine. I have to work hard after taking medicine. Every day in the dormitory? Overtime? I feel so quiet at night, only hearing my own heartbeat. That's when I forgot my happiness, and that's when I miss it most.

With the courage to cross the rubicon, I persisted for a month, and what happened? Exactly the same? From the trough to the abyss. 570 points, 283, according to the previous results, this is just enough for one book. There are still 54 days before the college entrance examination. I really want to give up reading the exam paper weakly. The scary thing is that I don't have that kind? Clean up the old mountains and rivers? Courage and passion.

Thanks to my friends, with a piece of paper, a sentence aroused my inner hope: treat every day as the last gift before the end, and treat every question as a necessary weapon to train my ability, even if it is freezing tomorrow, are you dead? What else? In order to be necessary, you must go to a dazzling place! ? . Yes, it's not over yet. Really, there may be a big reversal.

It was an afternoon that witnessed my inner growth. Sitting alone by the window, I once again read the invincible flower, the wealth left by the strong Fudan girl. I wrote powerfully in my diary: I can plummet, but I will shine. More than six people were admitted to Peking University in one day. Seeing these words now, I still admire my courage at that time. How can I believe in miracles so much! As Chai Jing said, failure is not a tragedy, but giving up!

According to the normal plot, I should get better grades. But reality is reality after all. 1.5 mold? Grade 233, according to repeat students, such a result is hopeless. It's over, right?

I went out for a run after the first evening self-study that day, like crazy. When I came back, I saw the chemistry paper handed out. Looking at the paper that was close to perfect score, I smiled to myself. Then I found a sentence from the chemistry teacher at the end of the paper? You are still the excellent you! ? There are people who believe in me, and the teacher has not given up on me. For an instant, I felt inexplicably moved. Lying on the desk, I cried freely, which was the light I saw in the darkest time. After crying, I relaxed a lot. No matter what lies ahead, I will go all out with the fullest enthusiasm, the highest morale, the hardest working spirit and the toughest perseverance! Lose, lose, lose until you win!

One day in the dormitory, a buddy from the next class came to chat. In the conversation, I unconsciously revealed my frustration. He sent me this sentence: you are always in front and have never been hit. I've been beaten, and I've never been knocked down!

Day after day, leading to? Ermo？ I rushed to level 70, but I was not happy. I will review freely soon, and ask the physics teacher for help at 60 points. He told me that physics is unlikely to make great progress at this stage. The teacher is right, but it is not impossible! I don't accept it. I know how good I am. Let's talk about it!

There are still 19 days before the college entrance examination, and I moved the battlefield to the study room. Some soldiers failed in the study contest. Like them, I am on the road of no return! Thinking about those scores every day, Chinese 120, math 140, English 140, comprehensive management 275 plus 5 points, that's enough. You can go to Peking University and daydream, but if you want to have meaningful dreams, dreams can bring motivation! I put a piece of paper on the table? God doesn't kill God, and Buddha doesn't kill Buddha! ? He ran to Peking University like a hungry wolf and a desperate madman.

? 2.5? At level 30, just like me? More than six vows in one day? . Who asked you to give me a little hope, I will spare no effort!

In the last ten days, I was the only one left in the dormitory (everyone else had left or failed). The one who went to Tsinghua? God man? When he left, he said: You will do well in the exam. ? I will, okay? I thought to myself.

Let's go through all three years. It's quiet inside, the last battle, ready to go.

It is worth mentioning that when I learned that there were two of my good friends in the examination room, I wrote an article entitled "Great Victory, Irreversible".

The night before I left, the head teacher came to my dormitory, patted me on the shoulder with a smile and said, your score is a V, I hope you can climb to the top again in the college entrance examination! ?

Everything was decided when I took the notice! 672 points, plus five points, I'm from Peking University! Kissing the baby in my hand suddenly reminded me of my physics, 1 10!

Only then did I realize that this year was so beautiful. Miracle is to sacrifice everything for faith!

Looking back, do we also find that sacrifice is not everything? Who says sacrifice is not a victory? We won too much, and each of us has time to create miracles.

Recommend an inspirational article in high school.

Finally, I can calm down and remember and savor it in such an early morning, which belongs to my miracle of senior three.

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This is a precious memory hidden in my heart and forgotten every day. In adversity, I'm repeating it? Senior year? In my life, I have told myself over and over again that the future is far away, but it is unstoppable. So those dreams in my heart have never been erased.

Really brave, dare to face the bleak life.

I know I walked into a cage.

Like the adherents of the ancient Chu State, like their doctor San Lv, they wore spears, cut clouds, drank dew and ate food, and lost their lives. They have the pride of a dry cloud and are full of poems, but they can only let the dust cover them white and bow their heads and walk into the cage.

Chu prisoner is the most pathetic, I have always stubbornly thought so, because he is not outstanding, but he has always been too pretentious. Pretentious people are always more miserable than ordinary people.

All the young and frivolous students in senior three turned into great irony at the moment when the scores were released in 2008. I once vowed that even in senior three, it is not worth giving up all my interests and ideals for a thin score, so I added more than 30 thousand words a year to my novel. But when I really saw the score, I knew that the computer screen would not understand your despair, nor would it understand the sadness when sentencing. At that moment, I longed for the lake and tower shadow in my dream for more than ten years, so far away from me.

No one will think that I failed the list. In the face of all people's consternation and regret, I know that it is unexpected and reasonable, and everything can only be borne by myself.

I don't care about my mood. Sadness is an unattainable luxury for me. I don't go out, I don't answer the phone, I don't reply to text messages, I don't surf the Internet, and I refuse everyone's concern and comfort.

Then repeat, if you still have a dream in your heart, if you are unwilling to face failure for 18 years.

My parents don't approve of my repeating. My mother is afraid that I can't bear it psychologically. My father even thought that in my careless state in senior three, there would be no result in repeating reading, only worse than the first time. For two months, there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the house. My father and I have been fighting and arguing about who is right and who is wrong. Tears always replace all the desires that can be vented. Outside the window, the summer sun shines brightly, and my friends are enjoying their longest and best holidays all over the country.

In the end, I won. As my mother told me later, no one can change my decision. They have known since childhood.

I once hesitated to go back to my old class.

In my opinion, those who are willing to repeat are brave, and those who are willing to come to our class to repeat are the real brave. Those who have come to our class for one year, knowing the darkness and hardships, and are willing to do it again can only be described as saints. In senior four, countless times, everyone sighed and said to me after handing in the papers, you are so brave. How did you have the courage to come back and suffer again? I am also exhausted, sighing that I don't know. I must be crazy.

I remember my roommate once gave me a pair of couplets to let me know:

Xi Incident, Zhang Wuji, Yang Buhui.

The combination of ingenious events and names, Zhang's exhortation, the story of leaning on heaven and killing dragons, my favorite Jin Yong. However, my second couplet, from the sculpture, is a complete mockery of my present situation: in my hometown of middle school, Mr. Sun, the head teacher, has not changed, and I still stay where I am, unable to move forward.

Sun Buer Affiliated Middle School, Wang Chuyi.

At that time, my friends had started their new lives in college, and I had the same experience as last year. I always remembered that irrelevant sentence;

Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.

What's too bitter to eat?

If a fish drinks water, it knows itself well.

The study and life of senior four can be summed up in this sentence.

In the eyes of classmates, repeat students are always happier than them. You can play truant, ask for leave, be late, leave early, attend classes, hand in your homework and get high marks all the time. What is there to worry about?

Yes, if you haven't experienced such a failure, if you haven't seen countless students who have never surpassed you in the model exam strutting into the university with better college entrance examination results than you, if you haven't come back to see freshmen who still get higher scores than you, you will never have a chance to turn over.

The fear of questioning one's own value will never be understood by children who have not re-read. I hope you will never understand it all your life.

Last winter, I participated in Peking University's self-recruitment again, and I was deeply disappointed again after my hope was ignited. I gave up her first time last summer, and she immediately sentenced me to change my mind with an unprecedented dismal score. So I came back to start all over again, hoping to help, and then I was sad and depressed, but I always had the most self-deceiving little comfort in my heart: this is my unfinished relationship with her, and I still have a chance to chase her after all. Unexpectedly, she gave up on me this time. On the day when she knew that she had failed the written test, I cried from noon 12 to early morning 1 2, thinking repeatedly that I should only belong to Peking University. Is this just a fragile and shallow joke I heard since I was a child? Is it because Peking University didn't decide to retaliate against me in the most cruel way when I filled in my volunteer? I can't see a ray of light on this road. Can I still insist?

But the retreat has been cut off by myself.

I remember listening to my sister, who is also a repeat student, saying that all repeat students are standing still, without change or progress, so I can sleep when everyone is listening to the class and read novels when everyone is doing problems. What's wrong with it?

I swear, if I am like her, I will add points for my self-recruitment. From that moment on, I will be a happy person, and I will not wronged myself to use steamed bread and pancakes, which were my lunch and dinner for nearly a year, in order to save time. But I am not as good as her, so I will work harder. I leave the classroom from 12: 30 to 12: 45 at noon. Everyone is asleep, and I have a class. When everyone is reading a novel, I want to do the problem. It is no longer for the sake of achievement, but to keep dignity in mind anyway.

If you do it again, you won't be able to eat anything bitter.

I am used to staying alone in the classroom at noon and sitting late in the study room. At noon 12: 30 and in the morning 12: 30, these two distant hours accompany me every day, and there is always no one around. A never-ending exercise at hand is like a story that no one listens to, knowing it is useless, but not wanting to stop.

I'm always absent-minded in the interval between doing the exercises, thinking about some absurd and rambling things, the sad poems I recited, the back of my friends who turned away, the light songs and laughter I used to sing, the Chang 'an moon I looked up at after school at night, the city that experienced glory and pain, the cultural heritage of the motherland, the lack of life, the long-lost sadness and the invisible riverside.

Smile at people, cough behind your back, and be lazy when you are sick.

Always sad.

And then I thought, Just as high school was not supposed to be a trek, I pursued it in the cold Yuan Ye without hesitation. If you fail, consider this journey as an even impossible farewell, just for the deepest love in your life, but it won't last long.

Here? It? I have already exceeded the definition of Peking University, but all I have done is my own promises and expectations, as well as my indelible dreams in adversity.

So I struggled on the endless road of senior four, hiding all the pain and still smiling at everyone.

Let's fight this time.

Fortunately, I have a group of classmates who can rely on each other.

When the ship capsized and the sea changed, we were a group of withered and lonely people who cared about each other.

We study together, live together, have the same spirit, just like comrades in the same trench. The competition between us has also been covered by the feeling of mutual pity into a slightly warm temperature, which has become a different mood to tie the chest and enrich the memory.

And the roommates in the dormitory, the closest group? Guys? Fairy mansion in the sky, 305 on the ground (we are dormitory 305), this is the couplet I wrote to the dormitory when I was teasing. We unexpectedly gained happiness in this small space.

No one can tell how much we have paid. I only know that the people in the study room of our dormitory are always the longest. We passed the first place in the grade five times together, and passed the top five and top ten countless times. The six of us finally got together in Beijing, two from Peking University and two from Tsinghua. We gave up too much for our dreams.

Every time I go back to the dormitory, I will look up at the downstairs to see if there is any light in our window. For example, if the lights are on for a year, it will be warm as home. I always come back late, but even when the lights are dark, I never panic, because I know that when you open the door of the study room, you must be there.

What I remember most is the big window of Chaoyang 305. Every morning, people who come back from shopping will open the curtains to wake everyone up. When they opened their eyes, the sunshine filled the whole room, and the pain of the long night turned into the warmth of their eyes. I remember my favorite lyrics over and over again. Every day I open my eyes and see you and sunshine here. This is the future I want.

We are a group of fish in the dry river, and every group of dry rivers has a dream of forgetting the rivers and lakes, but before that, we can only fight for the rivers and lakes by our own efforts.

I think of my head teacher, Mr. Sun, for no reason, and I think of my gnashing senior three and grateful senior four. This is like a ridiculous virtual reality: I hope that when I am in the most difficult time, someone will always be by my side, never giving up, sincerely rejoicing for my every progress and comforting my every loss. As long as I see him, I will have the courage to go on and laugh happily. I always thought there was no such person, but later I found out that this person was always there, but he was my class teacher.

He once handed out papers amid the complaints of all his classmates, and stood on the platform like a mountain in the violent shaking of the earthquake to calm everyone's fear and despair. He made countless students feel his kindness after graduation. However, what I miss about him is that he said to me in a private conversation: Wang Xinyi, let's fight this time.

Let's fight this time.

Looking back on the hectic years in high school, people were overstaffed. However, this sentence has always impressed me and illuminated my future. I think, sometimes, people can do their best for one thing.

Closing remarks

A rolling stone gathers no moss. Many beautiful things often become eternal after the vicissitudes of the soul. Then it's over. I have been in Yanyuan, in Weiming Lake for more than ten years. I wish everyone well and the road ahead is picturesque.

Sing and set sail

Text /20 12 Ma Boen, champion of liberal arts in Ningxia

In the third year of high school, it was a mess. At that time? Darkness? In our days, there will always be some beliefs that support us to go on without hesitation. And in those most difficult days, when the pressure is so great that I can't support myself, I will precipitate myself bit by bit in music. With those notes, I wandered all the way, stopped to follow, and finally reached the other side of the flower-like dream.

My future is not a dream. I live every minute carefully.

When we first entered the third year of high school, it was actually the day when we were most easily confused and confused. Standing at the first major node in life, we have more and more courses, thicker review materials and richer days. We can look around, surrounded by fog, as if no matter which direction we choose, there will be a way to go, but we don't know how to choose our own way. Fortunately, I have three or two ambitious friends. We will talk about our longing for the future during recess or in physical education class, and we will also talk about our longing for college life on the way home from school. In our brief description, a dream of Peking University gradually took shape in my mind, and I began to be infatuated with every grass and tree in Yanyuan, with the green trees, red flowers and sparkling nameless clear water there. I seem to know where I should run. I want to realize my dream, not just an illusory dream, so I am determined to give it a try for my future.

Before June 6, I began to spend every minute seriously, and the crazy momentum even surprised me. Staying up late, doing math test papers one by one, repeatedly repeating the words in historical and political books one by one, the word sleepy with a map of the world, a map of China or a map of agricultural location seems to have left me forever. No matter how late I sleep, I always look radiant when I appear in class the next day. Then my friend asked me:? Brother, why do you look so energetic when you sleep so little every day? What is the secret? Teach quickly! ? At this time, I always smile faintly, and then say to myself in a voice that only I can hear: Because my anonymity is still waiting for me! ? Yes, if I spend every minute carefully, I will always meet my unknown friend.

Walking on different roads will have different ways.

In senior three, in addition to seizing every minute, effective learning methods are also essential. I have a little experience in liberal arts study. For example, in geography, we should accumulate more knowledge templates in geography. What are the industrial location factors, conditions and differences of different agricultural regional types? And so on, these are all formulas that can be applied when doing problems, but it is often difficult to recite them before the exam, which requires bit by bit accumulation. In the history discipline, it is even more necessary to return to textbooks and notes. Don't blindly indulge in the mirage built for you by all kinds of teachers, but do a good job of accumulating the basic knowledge of textbooks in a down-to-earth way. According to the historical timeline and the specific development process of a historical event in a country, the overall pattern of individual history is constructed and selectively summarized. On the other hand, political science has a special learning method, that is, on the basis of mastering political principles, it pays close attention to current affairs and politics in time, and associates a specific event with the knowledge points learned before, thus deepening the impression. As for Chinese, we pay more attention to the usual accumulation. Rome was not built in a day. There are many different types of ancient poetry, especially. It takes a lot of work to master them. In the face of specific problems, I also have some personal secrets about the topics of ancient poetry. First of all, when you get a poem, you must recite it several times. It is best to read it with personal feelings. In the process of reading, it is easy for you to grasp the author's feelings. If you still don't understand the emotional tone, you can observe the images and adjectives in ancient poems in detail and directly understand the author's writing tone. Secondly, we should carefully study the topic, distinguish the specific requirements of the topic, and see whether it is specifically aimed at writing methods or intentions and feelings, and study the topic in a targeted manner.

You are my eyes, which took me across the vast sea of books.

In fact, no matter how strong a person is, it is difficult to spend this extremely difficult and lonely time alone in senior three. In the last stage of your high school career, you will become more and more aware of how much a good friend has influenced and helped you. The college entrance examination is really cruel, and you need to speak by ranking and scores, but even so, don't treat your classmates as enemies. Being wary of each other may defeat the whole class, but if you want to go further on the road of college entrance examination, the only thing you can do is to join hands, learn from each other and overcome the difficulties and challenges in front of you in the form of a team. Personally, my two best friends at that time, one was baptized in the college entrance examination and the other kept pace with me. We always sit together and discuss calmly. Repeat students often use their own painful experiences to warn us, and will have a long talk with us when our mentality is out of balance, helping us to stand up again. The other one is just a supplement to me. I will always convince him with my strong memory of literature and history materials, and he will always teach me effective methods of geography learning and memory. In this way, along the way, we supported each other, and I went to the Yan Garden where I was fascinated. They also found such good homes as Nanda and Shanda respectively. I suddenly remembered a recently popular Terry Lin song "Never Leave": I suddenly turned around, and you pushed me away behind me.

Of course, in addition to the wise eyes of good friends, the teacher who has been struggling with us is another wall that we can rely on with confidence. In the face of exam failure, parents' blame and even their own confusion, teachers can always enlighten us with wise words and let us get out of the temporary haze and confusion. Therefore, in senior three, keeping in touch with teachers is actually the only way to keep your mind and adjust your learning methods. Never worry about your seemingly childish problems, thinking that they will make teachers despise or even blame themselves. In fact, teachers are very willing to answer your questions, so ask them boldly. A teacher is always your best friend.

We just can't go back to that day without your picture.

Now I occasionally think of the scene on graduation day, and there is always an illusion that I want to cry as the scenes flow in front of me. Only when we miss it, will we know how wonderful the day of senior three will be. There is a nonsense on the internet: how I wish I had just had a long dream. When you wake up, you can still see the teacher's messy or neat blackboard writing on the podium, and there will be a deskmate smiling around you to remind you to study hard, but you really left and can't go back. ? We really should cherish this time and cherish all the memories of youth we once had. The seemingly dark third year of high school actually contains a lot of joy and beauty. Cherish the person in front of you, dear, and cherish what you have now. A few years later, when you recall this time again, you can look up with a smile and say to yourself: I have experienced it, I have struggled, so I have never regretted it. ?

? There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea. ? No matter how ideal the learning methods or learning conditions are, the most important thing is to study hard and persevere. When the college entrance examination is coming, I hope you will stick to your beliefs, make unremitting efforts, be a boat with serious input in class, think hard, set sail on the ocean before the college entrance examination, and finally cross the threshold of the college entrance examination smoothly and bravely fly to a higher and better future.