A letter to the daughter of senior three, 3 articles.

Senior three is a necessary time for children, and children are about to enter senior three to prepare for the college entrance examination. Next, I sorted out a letter to my daughter in senior three. Welcome to read!

A Letter to Fan, the daughter of Senior Three Dear daughter:

Time is in a hurry. With the end of the college entrance examination, you are about to become a senior three student. Senior three is a long and difficult year for you. In this year, you will go through countless exams. Maybe every exam is a challenge for you. You should keep an optimistic attitude and meet every challenge happily. Face the possible setbacks in the future calmly, and I believe you will not complain about the injustice of fate, because you know that a wonderful life needs to be created by yourself.

Someone said? The third year of high school is a tear, and it is mature after it is shed. ?

Your ideal is to take the Chinese Department, and I respect your choice. I really hope that the dream of college entrance examination will come true next year, and I can embark on my favorite major in the future. When a mother's greatest wish is nothing more than her daughter's happiness, I believe you will succeed.

In senior three, you may be confused about the roses in full bloom, but I think the dream will always be in your heart.

Senior three, you don't have time to stop and enjoy the birds and flowers in spring. The fragrance of roses can't shake your eternal faith?

Time is in a hurry, don't be stingy with your sweat, because you know that senior three needs to pay more sweat and hardship. Come on, my daughter, for your dream.

mother

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A letter to the daughter of senior three:

It's another exam in June. The exams are almost the same year after year, and people are different year after year. I remember last year, I wrote an introduction about June for the campus publication. I just touched the composition test on June 7, and then the time continued on the revolving runway. At that time, you stood barefoot on the floor of 14, looking up and screaming like a captive wolf. At that time, we didn't have to care about the college entrance examination. We held our breath. You rush to geography, I rush to the hospital. Worry, fear and calm down to geometry. It's another year of bright spring and summer solstice. It is noble to forget the pain. So I indulged in mediocrity and didn't write to you. It is right not to write. Mediocrity and vulgarity are persuading a woman. I fell in love with the secular river and couldn't see the surging waves. I fell in love with laziness in nature and couldn't see the ups and downs. I quietly lurk in time. Whenever I talk about poetry, my heart is like a flea, which itches a little. You also called home on time. Similarly, because we talked late into the night, you couldn't get up on time the next day. I don't have much regret. I like to drag your back and have fun. At that time, your arrogance will be completely conquered by me. You are helpless and I am proud.

However, on the eve of the college entrance examination, you stand at the window and look at your sister and brother, if you sink into the wasteland.

I know. I'm going to senior three.

Yes, senior three is coming, and I'm glad it came smoothly, but I still; I am glad that the spring breeze is understandable and allows its pedestrians to follow; I'm glad that even when it's dusty, it looks like A?vagho?a, but it's just a surprise. Senior three came, and the child said, Mom, don't you think it will be soon? I came to middle school that year to catch up with the new curriculum reform. I can't cry because of math or geography. Later I became a liberal arts student. And you, your mother, just treat me as a darling child. You can't let go of your mother's dream or her god. Oh, my mother, I cried that day, but you were as helpless as an ignorant child. You admit your mistake. My lovely mother, you don't know that you are my dream and future. Daughter, I have been changing since then, and I have been doing my job since then. I began to look for lazy classical Chinese during recess.

Reading is like dreaming for you. Let's talk about fate. God is taking care of the weak.

For a whole year, I sat in front of you, paying attention to manners and arteries. Learn to look at flowers and snow alone, and learn to show off Taobao. This is the pulse of peace. We have learned to avoid snakes or thorns, and we have learned to talk about ideals, which seems to be tolerance in escape. You are trying to cross Gankun in geographical history, and I am trying to stand against the wind. In a year's time, I actually admired the splendor in Wang Yang, where I wrote poems, but I got lost. I have no energy to explore the world of poetry. I envy that the sea in the article is deep and far away. The world will run aground with a small fish, and I am a lonely fish swimming on the edge after all. In the afternoon, you also said: Mom, our teacher Ma said that we were just sheep dung balls soaked in the donkey pen, which was nothing at all. Yes, thanks to Mr. Ma's vivid local language, I am also groping in the world of sheep dung balls like you.

I'm just wandering the street. And you will join Wang Yang in the future.

I am on this shore, and you have to reach the other shore.

So this shore: I sit up, I am mediocre, I giggle, I cry, and I envy those who write poems. I said hello to everyone, forget yourself. I saw the nature of heaven and earth, and then my heart thanked God.

So this side, I enjoy my mediocrity. You said: Mom, don't love others. What is a writer? Don't love without a writer. I like you walking barefoot on the floor, showing two rhubarb teeth.

I said, no, but also love the motherland, nature and life. Do you still laugh at me when I say that?

No, I also like geography, history and politics, as well as my classmates and teacher Ma.

I went on to say that, like grandma, I mainly love myself.

Everything we said ended up in our bed and naked poverty. Then silence.

Daughter, you are a star that God gave me. As long as you light up in the dark. But we should all be careful of catching a cold.

Yes, especially in senior three, don't catch a cold and spend it quietly before dawn. We listened to the wind again in the tunnel and walked quietly.

Senior three, I want to bless you, I want to win an idiom party with you.

I want to make a footnote and recite the proverbs in my class on the pillow of grade three.

Senior three, the school will move you to the first row. I won't appear at the door of your classroom at any time, and Teacher Ma will hate me. That egg will be in my pocket, waiting for you after school. I won't bother you with my body. I won't. I will insist, I will insist, I will stop thinking every day, I will giggle, I will read classical Chinese, I will learn to say "ah" and other pronunciations that are conducive to breathing, I will eat more and sleep more, I will care more about my sister and brother, and I will stop thinking about those literary awards. I'm not going to Lvyuan? You know what this means. I won't publish a book, and I won't frown for a poem. Baby, I just buy food and cook. You can wash the pot for me, tell me about your class, tell me about Teacher Ma's clever words, wash the school uniform on Sunday afternoon, or tell me about heaven and earth.

However, the time that senior three must go through is just a special name and a sign of growth. Why take it too seriously? Let nature take its course is the last word. In essence, it just allows you to experience the sea of questions and transcend. It is just an icon for each of us to start planning on the eve of entering the university. Like a dystocia poem will eventually be born.

Senior three, I want to write a letter and wait for you to open it. Senior three, I wish the adult children to enter senior three as soon as possible after Children's Day. You are wearing a school uniform, with short hair, lean and neat, and let him do whatever he wants, as long as you sit firmly on the boat and let him do whatever he wants, as long as you hold a hard paddle.

When I was in the third year of high school, I saw Puwei's flexion and extension with the times, and it was not daunting to follow Puwei softly.

But grandpa Mao said, study hard and make progress every day. You just want to study hard, no matter when, no matter why, no matter what meaning, no matter what future. Primary and secondary schools are just the prologue of life. Don't be confused when you stand with your hair tied. Once you hear your destiny, you won't learn. My child is too tired.

I've been waiting for you and staying with you!

mother

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