I am a sophomore. Can you send me a paragraph or a sentence to encourage me to study hard? I hope I can feel refreshed every time I think of that sentence.

One year's hard work and one year's struggle brought me success. Maybe I should leave something as evidence of my struggle in my life. I also hope that what I said can play a certain reference role for you.

First of all, I will bask in my college entrance examination results here, otherwise you won't have the passion to read my article, hehe. 20 1 1 College Entrance Examination My Chinese 97 Math 1 18 English 103 The total score of 226 is 544, which is 38 points more. Maybe there is nothing to show off about this score, but I write this because my score has increased by 126 in the past year (in fact, it can be higher). My score in the 20 10 college entrance examination is 98 in Chinese, 68 in mathematics, 80 in foreign languages, and 4 18 in science and synthesis (433 in 20 10). I think you have heard enough examples and experiences of successful people, and I have heard a lot of them. They all think they have some elements of genius. But when you see what your senior wrote, you will feel more real, because I am by your side, an ordinary Shapu. I can do it, so can you. Actually, I am not a genius. There are also many students loitering in Liucheng Middle School. In fact, if you work hard, it is actually very simple to improve. Let me talk about my study experience in the past two years.

In senior three, I worked hard, but I always felt that others were reviewing while I was previewing. Everything is new, maybe it's because I relaxed in senior two. Finally, I feel that the third year of high school lays the foundation, and the fourth year of high school is the real general review. It seems that I lost an extra year. Let me remind you that students must not relax in senior one and senior two. I want to consolidate what I usually learn, so I won't be as confused as I am when I review in senior three. Senior three, although I am in the fast class, my grades are counting down. It's just that I touched the second line several times during the monthly exam. Nobody gave me confidence. I'm alone. I'm depressed Because of the poor foundation, the teacher's practice lags behind a lot, especially math. I'm only good at one subject, and I get 60 points almost every time. Other subjects are terrible. I don't have many memories of senior three, so I won't say much here. I'm talking about the third year of high school, when I was like most of our classmates. Two words-pain.

I was particularly entangled in the summer vacation. I don't know whether to read three books or make up. Ok, then play online games to kill your soul. I have been surfing the internet until the beginning of senior four, and I have got nothing. When I came to Liucheng Middle School, I wanted to find cracks when I saw my younger brothers and sisters. It was painful at first, because I didn't know what I would get this year, but with the passage of time and intense study, I gradually forgot the pain in my heart and devoted myself to my study. ...

Miracle is to sacrifice everything for faith.

-a legend of senior three who was admitted to the biology department of Peking University.

Gao Ce scored 672 points in the 20 10 college entrance examination and was admitted to the Biology Department of Peking University. After the results of the college entrance examination came out, I asked Gao Ce to write a story about the past, which was a summary of my high school and a little encouragement to my schoolmates. A few days later, he sent me such an article. After reading it, my eyes filled with tears. His articles have their own unforgettable stories, and my tears have unforgettable youth for me and dozens of children.

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

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

I want to use the comments of the head teacher to describe 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 is a "pseudo-master" who is really full of weaknesses and still doesn't care, and sometimes it is a poor person who is really ruined and complacent. " Seeing these comments and criticisms, I feel panic, but I am more confused-what should I do? ...

This is the only time I have criticized my students so harshly in my comments on students who have taught for several years, and the criticism is only one of my favorite students. He is almost my hand-picked monitor; He has a lot of views that are unusually consistent with mine, although I haven't told him face to face; He once discussed love with me on a cold night. Although I failed to get him to accept my point of view, I still appreciate his idea. He also has his own atmosphere and mind. I like every issue of the wall newspaper and class meeting they do. I like his writing style and have used his articles as model essays many times. Of course, all these can't hide his shortcomings, and he also paid a heavy price for his habit in senior three. To this day, I believe that his road could have been less difficult.

I still remember how firmly I wrote the above words for Gao Ce. I remember that I spent almost two whole evening self-study classes and more than ten answer sheets pondering these words over and over again. The tone is too strong, relax, relax and aggravate. After thinking about it, I almost chose the most severe way I could choose and wrote down the above words. I only have one thought, which I believe he can understand, that is, these words are not merciless negation, but severe awakening; Not giving up mercilessly, but looking forward to it firmly. These words are not the end, but the starting point.

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 performance, 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 grade of Grade Two, I entered the written examination room of Peking University's independent enrollment. I only did a little of the four math problems in the morning. 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.

I didn't expect what kind of difficulties he would face, but I expected his persistence. This is probably the biggest reason why I made up my mind to write those comments above!

Then, in the interview, I walked by the unnamed lake again, breathing intoxicating breath, and the sunshine was quietly sprinkled on my body ... Later, I learned that the skier of 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 the faces of many people when they heard this "five o'clock". It was the face when they heard a cold joke. I could only respond with a smile. But I refuse to accept, perhaps, these five points will be useful; Maybe, really useful. ...