Enter the inspirational composition of senior three.

The past is not equal to the future; There is no failure, only temporary suspension of success; Take more action. Are you equally anxious about entering the third year of senior high school? I will integrate the following inspirational composition about entering senior three for you, hoping to help you.

Enter the inspirational composition of Senior Three-

Sacrifice to Senior Three

My senior three passed like that.

Standing on the campus of East China University of Political Science and Law, I am full of green and sunshine. The breath of spring permeates every corner of the city and permeates young faces.

　? The college entrance examination has gone away from me. ? I said to myself, but I remembered the life that was still alive under the heavy pressure that year, and the still beautiful smiling face.

it's the acme of life, which makes people cry.

The smoke of the 23 college entrance examination has not yet dispersed. On July 13th, our senior three started.

I wonder who wrote it casually on the blackboard at the back? 33? Small but clear. The students walked into the classroom quietly and kept silent. Sit down and read. No one paid attention to the three figures, but they all understood that it was a sword hanging over our heads, shining with cold light.

The school moved all senior three students to a branch school on the edge of the city, which was remote and desolate. The intention of the school speaks for itself.

there are slogans and slogans everywhere. The general mobilization meeting of senior three is over, and the lectures of teachers in various subjects are over. The classroom is no longer full of vitality, and the childish faces are full of heaviness and coldness.

A little girl in Shanghai wrote an article "Unbeaten Flowers", which was published in a magazine, and described her third year of high school as thrilling and bloody. Soon, the school printed thousands of copies of this article and told us? Anything is possible.

The number of people with dark circles is increasing, and there is always a strong smell of coffee in the classroom. The stack of books on the desk is getting higher and higher, and even the aisle is full of papers.

No one cursed the hot weather, and no one complained about the mountain of books and exercises. Our third year of high school, so quietly opened the curtain.

In front of me stood the head teacher: Yin Haozhe, your dream of Peking University will come true soon! ? I raised my head and smiled. The sunshine in August shines warmly into the office. I seem to hear the call from afar.

I made a table for myself, at the top of which I wrote down my ideal scores in all subjects in the college entrance examination, and the dense spaces below were waiting for the exam results this year. A detailed annual plan was put up on the wall.

I finished my senior three courses like a war, and soon entered the first round of review.

this is my weakness.

it's still flying at average speed. The brand-new textbook for senior one makes me regret it. Because of the fun at that time, my senior one was almost blank. I was in the top ten of my grade because of my anger in Grade Two, but I couldn't make up for my shortcomings in Grade One.

The students are all familiar with it, but I have to start from scratch, starting with the most basic theorem. The disappointment of the test again and again made me ask more than once? What should I do?

review progress is getting faster and faster. After class, teachers are always surrounded, and students can discuss problems with each other everywhere.

it's autumn. No one stood by the window looking at the fallen leaves and feeling sad, and no one went for an autumn outing. We're already cold and warm.

The exams came one after another, and they were bombarded round after round. The paper falling like snowflakes almost buried these young bodies. There are so many reference books that they are overwhelming. Intensive exercises? 、? Huanggang secret volume

The blackboard is always full of answers to multiple-choice questions, A, B, C and D. The head buried by all kinds of papers was raised and fell down, mumbling, laying a red * on the test paper.

teachers in all subjects have also started to study for themselves? Fighting in the open? . Finally, all the self-study was divided up. The evening self-study was extended to half past ten.

there is a big exam once a week. Accurately calculate time, do problems, score, rank. Cycle after cycle.

No complaints, no moans, we silently bear it, and tolerate all this with the calmness that should not be at this age.

But I was horrified to find that every time I took the exam, math kept me from getting my total score. Out of fear of mathematics and love of politics, history and geography, I began to escape, to escape the distress brought by mathematics and the pressure of various exams. I left math alone, but what about the college entrance examination?

I'm wasting my senior year.

The head teacher began to take a class every Monday afternoon to give us a pep talk. Everyone looked at the head teacher spitting and glowing on the podium with dull eyes, and silently counted how many papers were left to be done today, and they had to stay up until several o'clock in the morning.

a classic question? What time did you go to bed this morning?

As a comrade-in-arms in the trenches and a competitor, everyone doesn't? Turn against each other? , but more United, more intimate, more tacit understanding, cherish the last time together in a unique way.

occasionally, everyone will be indignant at being located in Shandong and having the highest score. An English teacher? The world is as black as a crow? Let's return to peace and return to the sea of books.

Several couples appeared in the class, and everyone looked at them, somewhat disappointed and somewhat helpless.

The short winter vacation passed quickly, and the Spring Festival was dull.

I know the final grade of the first semester soon. 14th in the class.

a terrible ranking.

I was completely crushed. I don't know what will happen if this continues, but who can tell me what should I do?

I chose to skip classes and skip all the evening self-study classes with math. When I got home, my mother didn't say anything, but her eyes couldn't hide the deep anxiety as a mother.

On a cold night, I skipped the math evening self-study again and reviewed at home by myself (mom and dad went out for a walk on an excuse not to interfere with my study). I only heard a knock at the door. When I opened the door, the man standing at the door stunned me? Tall but thin figure, unkempt hair, sunken eyes.

　? Hao Zhe, this is the paper made by the math self-study tonight. You always don't go, and it's a great loss. ? Teacher Mao, who teaches mathematics, leans against the doorframe, carrying a motorcycle helmet in one hand and handing me two questions in the other. His thin face is full of fatigue.

Mr. Mao drove slowly away from the back of his motorcycle, and my tears flowed down uncontrollably. I know, it takes an hour to ride a motorcycle from school to my home.

when I got back to my room, I bit my forefinger and wrote three words in blood? Go on! Tears dripping wet the white paper, blood and tears slowly blend together, stabbing me hard to open my eyes. I gritted my teeth and said to myself? For teacher Mao's sake, you should also learn math!

There are only 1 days before the college entrance examination, and every class has started the countdown, and the preparations for the exam are in a white-hot state. Every day before class and evening self-study, the slogans of the whole high school building are one after another.

The head teacher stood on the platform seriously, and we shouted desperately and became hysterical. Across from the science experimental class, their slogans came clearly? We are all Tsinghua Peking University, never give up! I stopped opening my mouth and looked at the sunset outside the window, and my tears fell down.

　? Peking University? Just like a balloon that lets go, it floats farther and farther, out of reach. Mine? Peking University? , and so passed away.

I fell into a strange circle. Just less than 1 days before the college entrance examination, I repeatedly asked myself, why do I want the college entrance examination? What is the significance of the college entrance examination for me? I pursued the answer like an ascetic. And all this can only be understood when you enter the university.

I'm still working hard on math problems, and I'm crazy about politics, history and geography, but I seem to have lost the motivation to move forward. Lost my mind.

I'm indulging myself again, giving myself one reason after another to escape. Finally one day, the headmaster caught me wandering on the playground. At that time, all the students were having classes in the classroom.

he grabbed my shoulder and shouted:? You don't want to live? I stared at the face that was almost twisted with anger without expression, speechless.

The head teacher took me back from the headmaster and just looked at me without saying anything. Suddenly fly up a foot, two feet, I fell?

clear 26 feet, each foot is unforgettable. I have been lying on the ground and can't move.

the class teacher picked me up in distress. Son, you can't go on like this, do you understand? The teacher cried.

Walking outside, the head teacher pointed to the dazzling yellow winter jasmine on the branch and said to me slowly. This is the spring of your life, you should be in full bloom! ? I looked at the head teacher's hopeful eyes indifferently, and even felt that I had overdrawn. Not because of study, but because of pressure.

I still live like that, confused, painful but happy.

until one day, the teacher announced that the second round of review had been completely finished, and we would welcome the last mock exam in the whole city.

the results will come out soon. 17th in the class, 5 in the city. This means that I only hope to get two books, and if I go on like this, I won't get two books.

the head teacher has decided to leave me alone. She called me out and said only one thing to me: Let it die! ? Back in the classroom, I heavily carved eight words on the desk? Burn your bridges, last stand!

no one can save me, only myself.

I want to put all my eggs in one basket!

Just one month before the college entrance examination, I just found the feeling of senior three.

I'm slowly adjusting myself and trying to forget everything that happened in the first year of senior three. Now I only remember that month when I really had no distractions. I didn't think about what I could get into the exam, but just wanted to stick to it myself.

My parents didn't put any pressure on me. They knew that at this special time, it was futile to say anything. They just do everything for me silently and quietly.

My mind is getting more and more peaceful, and what I have learned is gradually systematized. The results began to pick up and eventually stabilized in the top three of the class.

after leaving school on June 4th, I still insist on studying in the school library every day, just to keep myself in a state of war, and don't relax.

the night before the college entrance examination, I stood on the playground and looked at the watery night sky. I asked myself? How many days later, you can stand on another campus and look up at the same starry sky?

On June 7th, when I entered the college entrance examination, my mind was extremely peaceful. Mom and dad didn't speak, just quietly watching me open the car door and slowly walk into the school.

The examination papers have been handed out, quiet inside.

two days of fighting.

when the final whistle blew, I suddenly realized? This is the college entrance examination! My college entrance examination, my senior three and my senior high school are over! Next, I'm going to college!

the first time I really breathed the air in the sun, I shouted and rushed out of the examination room like crazy.

The head teacher waiting at the school gate hugged me tightly. tears for you:? Son, you finally came here! ? Little bits and pieces of senior three suddenly flooded into my mind. This year, I had a hard time. I was no longer excited and tears welled up in my eyes.

On the afternoon of June 8, 24, by the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, the sun was setting and weeping willows were weeping.

soon, the results were announced. Second in the class.

then, I solemnly wrote in the first volunteer column? East China University of Political Science and Law? Give all my strength and passion.

Then, I received the admission notice from Hua Zheng.

in July, I went back to school to see the classroom that had carried my dreams and hopes for a year. Still the familiar blackboard, tables and chairs, and the books piled up on the table? It is full of repeat students. Another group of people are struggling to find their dreams. After falling into the water, they jumped ashore and launched another charge towards the wooden bridge.

During the summer vacation, students get together. The monitor takes out the tape recorder and gently presses it. The slogan we shouted in those days is deafening, and then the band Zero's Believe in Yourself. No one mentioned the college entrance examination again, but tears hung on everyone's face, thinking of the days we walked together.

The third year of high school has passed, and the dream still exists?

Entering the second inspirational composition of Senior Three

To Senior Three Students

Time flies and everything is changing. Memories in fleeting time are like plants full of juice, scattered all over the floor, growing wantonly, occupying the whole soul. Pain is like the tide, one surge after another.

Dawn at night is another simple and lonely cycle. Feel the residual temperature of yesterday in reincarnation. Those things are different, just like listening to a leisurely and sad tune, which makes me feel sad. It was not until the dead of night, when I couldn't sleep alone, that I suddenly found that another day and night passed away through the fingers of memories.

It seems that no one has ever been confused, it seems that no one has ever hesitated, and the shoes have forgotten the original direction and deviated from the predetermined track. Look at the busy and hasty figures of the senior three seniors. Have they ever had a rock-like mountain at their feet? Have they ever had a melancholy in their hearts? Recently, it is not uncommon to see porridge in the right hand and books in the left hand in the breakfast shop. Who is it, in the wasted time, to make a modest effort in exchange for heart comfort?

I don't want to cry for anyone. I'm most afraid that people will wake up in the middle of the night and stop thinking. In the lonely night, only I can comfort my sadness, and only I can give myself strength. A handful of clear water awakens fantasy, awakens drowsiness, and the starlight shines outside the window. The bright moon covers the earth with a piece of silver, as if the plants and trees are alive and shining with starlight. Suddenly, in the opposite building, in the window of one by one, the dim light of clusters flashed faintly. Even in the middle of the night, it is so dim. I know, that's my senior three buddies hiding from the teacher in bed and studying hard. At that time, the empty body suddenly became much more abundant, and a force emerged from the heart, driving away the bottomless sadness, like a dragonfly, but without losing deliberate warmth.

It turns out that the starlight is bright but far away, so no matter how hard we try to remember it, it will only add to our sadness. And those clusters of gloomy lights, a bright navigation light in the vast ocean of Wan Ru, let the lost boat raise the sail of hope again.

in the long journey of eighteen years, we have tasted too much bitterness. At school? Youth without regrets? The sculpture is impressively engraved with the famous saying that has inspired thousands of progressive young people in Qian Qian: when looking back on the past, a man's most precious life is not ashamed of being mediocre? . Who says that children born after 199 only know how to be hurt? Who said that children after 199 are not striving for progress? Their rebellious eyes also hide unyielding will and high passion.

The bells of the 1-year college entrance examination rang grandly, and a feast was held in June to bid farewell to them. Then, who will be drunk? Beautiful who?