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Unbeaten Flowers —— the life of a Fudan girl in senior three

I don't know how to write it, or exactly what words to use to string together the feelings of this year completely, so that they can be hung there like gorgeous crystals without losing their original flavor for you to share and understand. When I wrote the first word of this sweltering August, I suddenly noticed many unknown small flowers blooming in patches outside the window, red, yellow, pink and white, colorful and colorful, with beautiful colors everywhere. God, when did these flowers come out? This momentum should not be in full swing for only a few days.

I don't know if these flowers are blooming so beautifully this year. If so, I think I should thank them. I can smell a lot of sweet smells in the air, and a beautiful word suddenly pops up: flowers are unbeaten!

flowers bloom undefeated.

flowers are invincible!

I think I can finally calm down and tell you many stories that happened in this year. I think no matter what happens in the future, I will never forget the bits and pieces of this year.

Serious Parent-teacher Meeting

A parent-teacher meeting was held the week before the third year of senior high school.

It was a very serious parent-teacher conference, and no one was absent or even late. The teacher mobilized almost all the emotions of parents at that meeting. Needless to say, the importance of the third year of high school, the so-called "success is also the third year of high school, failure is also the third year of high school", no matter how brilliant the children were in the past, no matter how failed they were, the class teacher, a thin little girl, actually leaned on the podium for two hours, which was nothing more than convincing us that anything could happen. Miracles or evil consequences will make a dramatic appearance in BLACKPINK this year.

In order to let every student know clearly his ranking position in the class, grade, even in the district and the whole city, the school has carefully made a ranking table of grades in each subject of Senior One and Senior Two. Now that I think about it, I have to admit that that watch is really exquisite. The total score and standard ranking of each course are compared with the average score in the grade, and there are even carefully designed performance charts, and finally there is a concrete analysis of the comprehensive ranking. It's really painstaking to be crowded with a piece of paper.

Father came back from school with a gloomy face. As I estimated, the situation is not optimistic: the grade ranks 19. Terrible position.

"there is still hope. The teacher said that anything is possible. " Father said he believed me, but I don't know whether I should believe myself again. However, there is no way out. We are pawns crossing the river, and we can't turn back.

I can only be honest with my parents, teachers and, most importantly, myself if I whip my horse and catch up.

after p>11 years of long preparation, it's finally time to start the battle and fight hard. I must say goodbye to my rambling and irresponsible past.

I rushed into the battle when I had lost completely, but the battle had already started, and I couldn't escape.

"Killing" into Fudan

Senior three is really different.

If the horror of sea tactics in senior three has not been revealed at the beginning of this demon's debut, then the change brought by senior three is first of all psychological. There will always be a string in your mind, which is always there, all the time. When you are in a boring English class, your thoughts drift out of the window and you are imagining things; When you do a "super-low-level" math problem with a huge amount of calculation that is purely patient, you have the slightest idea of referring to other people's answers; At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, I forced myself to sit at the table and recite the meaning of "people's democratic dictatorship". When my head was like a chicken pecking rice, the string "boom" came to a deafening sound: "Senior three, how can you be so degraded!" Then, the whole person was excited, followed by the pounding of the heart, and immediately strengthened his spirit and continued to fight.

At the beginning of the third year of senior high school, almost everyone was eager to try, and everyone was unusually determined not to get into Fudan Jiaotong University. I put up a big slogan "Get into Fudan" on the bedside and shouted several times before getting up early and going to sleep every day to increase my little confidence. Under the pressure of the college entrance examination, all the dreams were abstracted into the sacred university that I recognized. At that time, as soon as I heard any news about Fudan, I was immediately excited and excited, as if everything was eclipsed by the dazzling aura of that school.

I never thought about the huge gap between the score of 19 and Fudan, and the students around me seemed to realize the terrible battle of crossing the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops. We cling to the dream in our hearts, and Xianglinsao shouts "I want xx". That kind of psychology and the explosive tension created by it can't be understood by people who are less than senior three.

The first contest

The first real contest from senior three is coming soon.

the mid-term exam of the first semester, an exam that we thought was ready but was badly killed. Our ranking has undergone an earth-shaking change as predicted by our teacher. Many unknown students in the class are like dark horses, which surprised everyone at once. Up and down, many people began to become practical. The school gate of Peking University is indeed artistic enough, but not everyone can feel elegant there. The embarrassment of having fewer porridge and more monks makes every senior three student feel embarrassed before the huge gap between reality and dreams.

I am one of the few people who still have illusions. Please note that I used the word "fantasy", that is, something that seemed absolutely impossible at that time. It stands to reason that I, a person who lingered between 2 and 3 in my first and second year of high school, but still kept a small momentum in my third year of high school, should not have any illusions about Fudan, a top institution in China. But God knows how I had such a revolutionary optimism at that time. I stubbornly hold the idea of "every time I take the exam, I will advance 5", and I am stupid and smug.

Later facts also proved that it was because of my scary optimism that I had the motivation to persist, and that the absolutely impossible gradually flashed the dawn of hope step by step.

Using cruel facts to defeat the fragile self-confidence of young people is the first killer weapon that senior three throws at us.

the firmness of psychological defense is an extremely important reason for whether we can win this war.

At that time, I didn't realize that this kind of silly persistence had such great magic. I just insisted on the abstract name "Fudan" that I had kept for 11 years. I didn't even realize what price I would pay to exchange this beautiful concept that I had when I was a child. I just followed it closely and recited it over and over again. I bought a little advantage with my arrogance without realizing it. In fact, I didn't realize that it was really a good start.

I went to talk to the class teacher once. When the petite and lovely teacher saw me, she said softly, "I did well in the exam this time. Keep it up next time, and Hua Zheng can make a dash." I still can't figure out why I was so firm and bold at that time: "I want to take the Fudan exam." The teacher, who has always been full of ladylike spirit, couldn't conceal her O-shaped mouth. Fortunately, she quickly took into account my feelings and then said softly, "Then you should try harder. However, there is hope and hope. " I grinned foolishly. There is a bunch of roses blooming brightly on the table, as red as water, stretching up vigorously. The sunlight came in obliquely, which made the office warm in early autumn.

now that I think about it, that teacher's understatement gave me much motivation. Not to mention how many positive ingredients there are in her words, but the sentence "promising" is like a bright lamp, which hangs in my mind all the time in the following days, and with the sweet smell of roses on the table that day, I feel that the whole person is warm.

Senior three "syndrome"

The following days began to become more and more dull, simpler and more repetitive.

Every morning, panting, I rush into the packed classroom, put my schoolbag, take exercises and start calculus. The similar but different days from day to day have now been abstracted into draft papers that are always written in dense numbers, formulas and exercises that can't be wiped clean on the blackboard, teachers' heartfelt reminders and chalk scraps that float in the air forever.

Boys' hair is always in a mess, and all the beautiful clothes of girls are simplified into uniform uniforms. Occasionally, we will raise our distracted eyes from the messy pile of paper piled as high as a hill and take a look at the crooked notices on the blackboard recently copied, such as how much to pay and what books to buy. The days just flow away in plain little drops.

In this simple environment, students' humor cells are trained to be extremely sharp. Once any trivial matter is caught, it is immediately exaggerated and then expanded, and then it attracts all the sensations. A writer's article about "nonsense/nonsense/nonsense" actually attracted the whole class to clap their tables and laugh, break down the tables and beat their legs. The teacher said that this is a manifestation of senior three syndrome. Because our life is too simple, anything that can arouse ripples will bring us immeasurable happiness.

physical education class, a senior three student, is the only class that can't be occupied by the school. Boys often play basketball in physical education class until they can wring their sweaters, while girls are kicking shuttlecocks and jumping rubber bands to have fun.

The short time after two classes every Friday afternoon is designated as "game day" by us. We racked our brains to bring things to school to play. There is a kind of children's game of "playing coins" which is especially favored by us. Put a few dimes and one-dollar coins on the table, and build a goal with a few erasers, regardless of whether the boys and girls are all lying on the table shouting and laughing, they have a good time. I don't understand myself, how can we be so easily satisfied and hysterical when we have already held the adult ceremony?

"play hard when you play, and study hard when you study." It is an irrefutable truth that we believe in in senior three.

dull happiness

the number on the countdown board of the college entrance examination is getting smaller and smaller, and we have no time. The teacher shouted to us, "Do what you have to do." We don't have the intrigue between classmates as written in other books, and we are always happy when we are together. No matter how bitter and boring, I know that at least there are brothers who stand in the same trench with me. There are no students who pretend to play at school and study hard at home. Because they have no time or energy to prepare those hypocritical things, no one wants to do that. Frankly speaking, they are disdainful.

Then one day, I don't know who put a bundle of fresh lilies in the classroom, the pink perfume lily. The quiet smell of lilies lingered in the classroom all autumn. We casually calculate day after day in the faint sweetness, and no one pays attention to the bundle of natural lilies, but it and its taste are deeply branded in everyone's heart.

I don't know what words to use to accurately express my feelings at that stage. It may be "down-to-earth". I still yell "Kill Fudan" when I get up early and go to bed late every day, but I don't talk about "Fudan" again and again. Everyone carefully keeps their dreams in their hearts and tries their best in their own ways. Progress and honor are intangible things that we can't grasp, and only this day is a real day that we can see and hold. I can see my classmates and myself making real efforts in this simple day by day, and my grades are steadily rising in this sense of sureness, making progress little by little. This feeling, now that I think about it, is really good.

sea tactics

Compared with the calm of the first semester, the days of the second semester of senior three have changed greatly, adding a lot of restless and uneasy elements. The first round of combing knowledge and the second round of systematic mastery of comprehensive questions have come to an end, and the third round of intense exams and bombing of sea tactics have followed. It was an indescribable time. The timetable has been changed to such a terrible form as "self-study and self-study in addition to the number of languages".

The teacher doesn't help us summarize anything in class, but gives out stacks of simulated papers in various subjects. I don't know why teachers have so many examination papers. We have to do, analyze and spot-check every kind of paper in each district. There are also all kinds of unified examination papers from other cities and the whole country, as well as previous college entrance examination papers, and even those strange questions in unknown study newspapers have been collected by teachers for us to do. One class will be a quiz, two classes will be a big test together, and the unified self-study class in the whole grade will be a mock exam. All the examination papers are graded, and the students are allowed to mark the quizzes alternately when the teacher has no time to mark them. Scores are the most exciting and worthless things in this cold and hot season of alternating winter and spring.

that's a powerful stimulus.

My actual score is a stimulus compared with what I originally imagined; The comparison between other people's scores and their own scores is another stimulus; The general trend of several scores is the biggest stimulus; I gradually became numb and invulnerable in this day's stimulation. I "cleaned up the old mountains and rivers again and again" in repeated blows, exercised my courage and perseverance in the disastrous failure, and became more and more calm and stronger. It was the most unforgettable day in senior three.

Examination and analysis have become the whole content of life. Count the time to do papers, revise and analyze, and do exercises according to the wrong questions, repeatedly, repeatedly and repeatedly. We changed "going back to do n papers today" to "going back to do this book today", put off the bedtime and set the alarm clock to wake up earlier and earlier.

recite n words every day, do n test papers every day, and complete n revisions every day.

the schedule is thickly painted, and every time you finish it, you will cross it out with a colored pen. That shocking bar and the big red fork on the examination paper are dripping all over every dusk and morning, covering the only path where beautiful flowers can be seen in schools and families. The yellow pages as high as mountains are slowly moving in the moldy air. Sometimes when I recite at home, my tears will fall down and my books will be thrown out of the window. However, as long as I meditate on Fudan several times, I will calm down immediately. I am carrying a heavy head and a blank heart, and I am willing to bury it in the room that is going to rot. I say "abcd" over and over again. Persistence, persistence, I don't understand how a person who is used to being sloppy can suddenly become so serious and moved.

Up to now, I am sitting in an air-conditioned room comfortably sorting out the books for the third year of high school, and I still admire my perseverance and courage at that time. Several large notebooks are full of annotations, half a meter high.