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Unbeaten Flowers —— A Fudan girl's senior three life

I don't know how to write, or what kind of words should be used 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 in this hot August, I suddenly noticed that there were many unknown flowers outside the window, red, yellow, pink, white, colorful and beautiful everywhere. God, when did these flowers come out? This momentum should not last only a few days.

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

Flowers bloom undefeated.

Flowers are unbeaten!

I think I can finally calm down and tell you a lot of things that happened this year. I think no matter what happens in the future, I will never forget every bit of this year.

A parent-teacher conference was held one semester before the start of senior three.

It was a very serious parent-teacher conference, and no one was absent or even late. The teacher mobilized almost all parents' emotions 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", and the glorious past and the failed past, the class teacher, such a thin little girl, actually leaned on the podium for two hours, which is nothing more than making us believe that anything can happen. Miracle or evil consequences will appear dramatically in black and pink this year.

In order to let every student know clearly the ranking position in his own class, grade, even in the whole region and the whole city, the school has carefully made a ranking table for the scores of senior one and senior two subjects. Now that I think about it, I have to admit that the watch is really exquisite. The total score, standard score and ranking of each course are compared with the average score in the grade, and even the score chart is carefully designed. Finally, there is a concrete analysis of the comprehensive ranking, which is densely packed with a piece of paper. It's really painstaking.

My father came back from school with a gloomy face, and the situation was not as optimistic as I expected: grade ranking 190. A terrible situation.

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

I can only be honest with my parents, teachers and, most importantly, myself if I chase after them.

After a long preparation period of 1 1 year, it's finally time to open the curtain and fight. I must bid farewell to my rambling and irresponsible past.

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

Senior three is really different.

If the terror of the tactics of the third year of high school has not been revealed at the beginning of this demon's debut, then the change brought by the third year of high school is psychological first. There is always a string in your mind. It is always there, always there. When you are in a boring English class, your thoughts float out of the window; Doing a "super-low-level" math problem with a large amount of calculation is purely patience. When you have the slightest idea of referring to other people's answers; At midnight 12, I forced myself to sit at my desk and recite the meaning of "people's democratic dictatorship". When my head is like a chicken pecking at rice, there is a deafening sound from the strings: "Senior three, why are you so degenerate!" " Then, the whole people got excited, followed by the pounding of the heart, and immediately rallied to continue fighting.

At the beginning of the third year of high school, almost everyone was eager to try, and everyone was unusually determined not to take the Fudan Jiaotong University exam. I posted a big slogan "Kill Fudan" on the bedside, and shouted several times every morning before going to bed to increase my poor confidence. Under the pressure of college entrance examination, all dreams are abstracted into sacred institutions of higher learning. At that time, I was immediately excited and excited when I heard any news about Fudan, as if everything was covered by the dazzling aura of that school.

I never thought about the huge gap between the score of 190 and Fudan, and the students around me didn't seem to realize the horror of crossing the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops. We cling to our dreams, and Sister Xianglin shouts "I want XX". That kind of psychology, and the explosive tension caused by it, is beyond the understanding of people below grade three. The first real competition of senior three is coming.

The mid-term exam of the first semester, a terrible exam that we thought was ready but was stifled. Our ranking has changed dramatically as the teacher expected. Many previously unknown students in the class are like dark horses, which suddenly make everyone fall below the glasses. Up and down, many people began to become practical. The gate of Peking University is really artistic, but not everyone can feel elegant there. The embarrassment of less porridge and more monks makes every senior three student feel embarrassed in the face of 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", which was something that seemed absolutely impossible at that time. It stands to reason that I, a senior one and a sophomore, wander between 200 and 300, but my senior three still keeps a small growth, so I shouldn't have any illusions about Fudan, a top university in China. But God knows how I had such revolutionary optimism. I stubbornly hold the idea of "I will advance 50 in every exam", which is stupid and proud.

Later facts also proved that it was because of my scary optimism that I had the motivation to persist and let the absolutely impossible things slowly flash the dawn of hope step by step.

Beating the fragile self-confidence of young people with cruel facts is the first killer weapon thrown at us by senior three.

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

I didn't realize at that time that this silly persistence had such great magic. I just stick to the abstract name of Fudan and keep it 1 1 year. I didn't even realize how much it would cost to get this beautiful concept I had when I was a child. I just followed closely and recited it over and over again.

I bought a little bargain with my arrogance without realizing it. Actually, I didn't realize that this was really a good start.

I went to talk to the head teacher. The petite and lovely teacher saw me and said softly, "I did well in the exam this time." Make persistent efforts next time, and Huazheng can make great efforts. " I still can't figure out why I was so firm and bold at that time: "I want to take the Fudan exam." This teacher, who has always been full of ladylike temperament, can't hide his O-shaped mouth. Fortunately, she quickly took into account my feelings and said softly, "Then you should try harder." However, there is hope and hope. "I giggled. There is a bunch of roses on the table, which are very bright and red like drops of water, stretching upward and full of vitality. The sunlight slanted in, making the office warm in early autumn.

Now that I think about it, the teacher's understatement gave me great motivation. Not to mention how many positive elements there are in her words, but the sentence "promising" is like a bright lantern, which has been hanging in my mind for the following days. Together with the fragrance of roses on the table that day, I feel that the whole person is warm.

The following days began to become more and more dull, more and more simple, single repetition.

Every morning, I rush breathlessly into the crowded classroom, put on my schoolbag, do exercises and start calculating. Similar but different days from day to day have now been abstracted into countless draft papers, formulas and exercises that can't be wiped clean on the blackboard, teachers' heartfelt reminders, and XXXX chalk scraps that float in the air forever.

Boys' hair is always messy, and all the beautiful clothes of girls are simplified into uniform uniforms. Occasionally, we will lift 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, such as how much to pay and what books to buy. The days passed by bit by bit.

In this simple environment, students' humorous cells are trained to be extremely acute. Once a trivial matter is caught, it is immediately exaggerated, then expanded and then caused a sensation. A writer's article about "nonsense/nonsense/nonsense" actually attracted the whole class to clap their desks and laugh and beat their legs wildly. The teacher said it was a manifestation of senior three syndrome. Because our life is too simple, anything that can cause ripples will bring us immeasurable happiness.

Physical education class is the only class that can't be occupied by the college. In physical education class, boys often play basketball until they can twist sweaters, while girls are playing badminton and jumping rubber bands, having 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 with coins" which is especially popular with us. Take some dimes and one-dollar coins on the table and use some rubber towers as goals. Boys and girls are crying and laughing on the table and having a good time. I don't understand myself. We have already held a bar mitzvah. How can we be so easily satisfied and hysterical?

"Have fun when you should play, and study hard when you should study." This is the irrefutable truth that our senior three students believe in.

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 should do." We don't have the intrigue between classmates written in other books, and we are always happy together. No matter how bitter and boring it is, I know 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 and energy to prepare those hypocritical things, no one wants to do that. Frankly speaking, they are disdainful.