What do you want to say to yourself if you go back to senior three?

Recently, I am preparing for CET-4, and I study English in the library all the time except for classes. There is always a feeling of senior three, but I am not nervous about senior three.

Sometimes, I will look up at my classmates who are doing their homework carefully. In a trance, I feel back to the third year of high school, when we love and hate each other, when we have you, and when we have Lin Zihao.

In the third year of high school that year, we were full of high morale, full of dreams and naive. We thought we had the whole world and worked so hard for one goal.

At that time, I was under great pressure, but I was also naive and happy. At that time, I had a goal and stuck to that unrealistic goal with all my blood. At that time, I had a group of friends who enjoyed being spoiled.

Senior three in every school is full of struggle and youth, and of course, love is indispensable. Lin Zihao and I are part of this army.

I'm Sue, the representative of Chinese class in our class. In this science class where there are more girls than boys, I am cheerful and generous, and I have made friends with a group of boys in our class. Plus my parents supply fruit every week, my popularity is naturally not bad.

At that time, I was naive, enjoying their favor and having my own little world. Trying to improve that average score was all I had.

Until I was with Lin Zihao, all my simple life was broken.

In the third year of high school, where everyone is racing against time, we met in the third year of high school, where dating is the least allowed.

At that time, I knew that I would meet better people in the future and someone would treat me better. But at that time, I only knew that I couldn't let go of them and didn't want to think about the future.

Lin Zihao is the oldest and tallest man. I don't think he is handsome, but he has a nice voice and is often the host of parties. At that time, he seemed radiant. I sat in the audience and looked at him, enjoying it.

Our life is not like an idol drama, it is very dull and beautiful.

He is in class 13 and I am in class 14. Our Chinese teacher is their head teacher. She is strict, but she is very kind to me. My articles are well written and often posted on the bulletin board as model essays. When there was an essay contest, she directly asked me to participate.

I am poor in math and physics, and I have a talent different from others in writing, which makes me stand out and satisfies my little vanity.

I won prizes in various competitions, and I fell in love with writing. I often jump out of physical education class in the afternoon when the sun is just right, climb onto the roof, read books and write.

On the other side of the roof is Lin Zihao. I have heard of him for a long time. He is the oldest, excellent in mathematics, physics and chemistry, and an excellent student in the eyes of teachers, which I can't catch up with.

He just glanced at me, and then continued to do the problem without disturbing each other. I was well advised to read my book and write silently on the other side.

When we really communicated, I was holding Keigo Higashino's book Night Walk. He looked up at me and came to talk to me.

"You like his books too?"

"Yes, super powerful, super logical thinking."

"His Carefree Grocery Store and Busy Man are both good. You can have a look."

"I haven't bought it yet."

"I lend it to you."

"good!"

That afternoon, we sneaked into his house outside the school. The bookshelf is full of Keigo Higashino's books, and the following are all exercise books.

I chose some books and went back to school with him. On the way, we talked about many writers we like, our hobbies, mathematics and physics I don't like, and my troubles.

Until we got to our respective classes, I still had a smile on my face and felt very happy, but I didn't know at that time.

After that, I slowly look forward to the days on the rooftop every afternoon. We always talk a few words and then do our own thing, which is an inexplicable tacit understanding.

At that time, I began to pay attention to dressing up, buy beautiful clothes and want to be beautiful in front of him.

People's energy is limited. I spend too much time on other things, and my grades naturally decline. My poor grades have become worse.

What I care about most in high school is grades. I feel very uncomfortable. I couldn't help crying on the rooftop that day. Then he hugged me and said, let me help you, and my face turned red.

So we are together, there is no romantic confession, but he is enough.

At that time, we were the best of us. We don't understand feelings, but we want to be better.

Every morning at 5: 30, he will wait for me in the classroom with breakfast. We study in his class and recite English and Chinese. I was sleepy and he read to me.

Then at 6: 30, I went back to my class and studied early. After the morning reading, he will come to my class to do reading with me and guide me.

Have dinner together at noon, then go to the rooftop to study math, have classes separately in the afternoon, and we often escape to his room to do problems together in the afternoon and evening lessons.

We finally let the teacher find out, and the Chinese teacher who likes me very much told me, don't delay him, you are not suitable for being together.

Everyone says I can't delay him just because his grades are better than mine?

Yes, I know the answer in my heart, but have I really delayed him?

You are my greatest motivation. I want to walk with you on the university campus. I want to see more scenery with you.

This is his answer. I am warm and moved.

I began to make conscious efforts. Get up at 5: 30 in the morning and study at night 12. I am not clever, but I can only redouble my efforts. During that time, he said that I was studying crazy, and he was very distressed.

At that time, I couldn't bear to dress myself up, but he still thought I was the most beautiful mushroom in his heart. At that time, I realized that people who really like you don't care whether you are beautiful or not. He just wishes I wasn't so lucky.

With his help and efforts, my grades have been greatly improved, but it is still far from where he wants to go.

The closer to the college entrance examination, the greater my pressure. I always shed tears at the thought of never seeing him again. He can always detect my emotions and comfort me.

I'll go wherever you go, don't worry.

We dare not relax. The college entrance examination is too important for us. After that, we can get along well, go to see the scenery hand in hand, walk through the streets, go to the library together and fight for our dreams together.

After the college entrance examination, there will be no pressure from teachers and parents and no need to break up. We will fight a beautiful turnaround, and we will stand at the same height.

In the end, I failed. I was lazy in the first two years and needed more time. The past few months have only made me progress, but not much. It just makes my grades less ugly.

He didn't accompany me to the school I wanted to go to. His grades should be better. There's no need to gamble on my future.

We are in the same city, different schools, and my school is very biased. I often need to travel more than 1 hour and feel a little carsick. Many times, we will make an appointment to go to the movies and eat delicious food.

More often, he came to see me, and we walked and chatted casually on campus, guarding our dull little happiness like every ordinary couple.

He will surprise me from time to time, including roses, chocolates, snacks once a week, silently arranging my birthday trip, giving air tickets as gifts, and taking care of girls' little vanity, giving lipstick and cosmetics.

He never asks too much of me, he just wants me to be happy, he is kind to me, and he understands my pursuit.

I often don't care about him when I am busy. He just complains a few words, but he still calls me every day to remember to eat, and will silently support me when I doubt my efforts.

Now I often think of the simple us at that time. Maybe my life would be different without him. If I had given up at that time, I might not have got this simple happiness.

If I go back to senior three, I want to hug the girl who fought against the world. I want to say thank you, thank you for not giving up, thank you for your efforts.

Look, everything is fine now!