[urgent] find an inspirational story of senior three! ! ! !

This is an article that inspired me in my third year of senior high school.

Flowers are Unbeaten

I don't know how to write it. To be precise, I don't know what words to use to string together the feelings of this year completely, so that they can be hung there like gorgeous crystals for you to share and understand.

When I wrote the first character in this extremely hot August, I suddenly noticed that many unknown small flowers were blooming in patches outside the window, red, yellow, pink and blue, colorful and colorful, with beautiful colors everywhere. God, when did these flowers come out? This momentum should not be in full swing for only a few days.

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

flowers bloom undefeated.

flowers are invincible! I think I can finally calm down and tell you many stories that happened in this year. I think no matter what happens in the future, I will never forget the dribs and drabs of this year.

A week before the start of senior three, a parent-teacher meeting was held.

It was a very serious parent-teacher conference, and no one was absent or even late. The head teacher mobilized almost all the emotions of parents 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", no matter how brilliant the children were in the past, no matter how failed they were. The head teacher, a thin little girl, leaned on the edge of the podium and talked for two hours, which only made us believe that anything could happen, and that miracles or bad consequences would make a dramatic appearance in BLACKPINK this year.

In order to let each student know clearly his ranking position in the class, grade, even in the district and the whole city, the school has carefully made a ranking table of grades in each subject of Senior One and Senior Two. Now that I think about it, I have to admire the detail of that watch. The total score, standard score and ranking of each course are compared with the average score in the grade, and there is even a well-designed performance curve chart, and finally there is a concrete analysis of the comprehensive ranking. It's really painstaking to be crowded with a piece of paper.

My father came back from school with a gloomy face, and the situation was as bad as I expected: he ranked 29th in the grade. Terrible position.

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

I can only be honest with my parents, teachers and, most importantly, myself if I whip my horse and catch up.

eleven years' long preparation period has finally arrived, and it is time to start the battle and fight hard. I must say goodbye to my rambling and irresponsible past.

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

Senior three is really different.

For senior three, writing articles is definitely a luxury and a waste. I have to admire the strong motivation of the third year of high school. There are more and more reminders on my desk. I picked up my pen and manuscript paper and resolutely said goodbye to them. The silver-white pen with a beautiful dragon pattern was too heavy for me to pick up, so I decided to give up.

At the beginning of the third year of high school, almost everyone was eager to try, and everyone was so energetic that Fudan Jiaotong University couldn't get in. I posted a huge slogan "Go to Fudan" on my bedside, and shouted several times before getting up early and going to bed every day to increase my little confidence. All dreams are abstracted under the pressure of the college entrance examination into the sacred institution of higher learning. At that time, as soon as I heard all the news about Fudan, I was immediately excited and excited, as if everything was eclipsed by the dazzling aura of that school.

I never thought about the huge gap between the score of the 29th place and Fudan, and the students around me didn't seem to realize the terrible battle of crossing the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops. We cling to the dream in our hearts, and Xianglinsao shouts "I want XXX". That kind of psychology and the explosive tension created by it can't be understood by people without senior three experience.

The first real contest from senior three is coming soon.

the mid-term test of the first semester. An exam that we thought was well prepared but was badly killed.

Our ranking has undergone an earth-shaking change as predicted by our teacher. Many unknown students in the class are like dark horses, which make everyone stunned at once. Many people begin to become practical between floating up and down. The school gate of Peking University is indeed artistic enough, but not everyone can feel elegant there. The embarrassment of having fewer porridge and more monks makes every senior three student feel embarrassed before 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", that is, something that seemed absolutely impossible at that time. It stands to reason that I, a person who has been hovering between 2 and 3 in Grade One and Grade Two unwillingly, but has started a quarter in Grade Three, but still keeps a small momentum of growth, should not have any illusions about Fudan, a top institution in China. But God knows how I had such a revolutionary optimism at that time. I stubbornly hold the idea of "every time I take the exam, I will make progress by 5", and I am stupid and smug.

Later facts also proved that it was because of my scary optimism that I had the motivation to persist, and that the absolutely impossible gradually flashed the dawn of hope step by step.

The days that followed began to become more and more dull, simpler and more repetitive.

Every morning, panting, I rush into the packed classroom, put my schoolbag, take exercises and start calculus. Those similar but not quite the same days have now been abstracted into draft papers that are always written densely, formulas and exercises that can't be wiped clean on the blackboard, teachers' heartfelt reminders and chalk scraps that float in the air forever.

In this simple environment, students' humor cells are trained to be extremely sharp. Once any trivial matter is caught, it is immediately exaggerated and then expanded, and then it attracts all the sensations. A writer's article about "Bullshit/Dog Fart/Fart Dog" actually attracted the whole class to clap their tables and laugh, break down the table and beat their legs. The teacher said that this is a manifestation of senior three syndrome, because our life is too single, so anything that can arouse ripples will bring us immeasurable happiness.

The short time after two classes every Friday afternoon is designated as "game day" by us, and we rack our brains to bring things to school desperately. There is a kind of children's game of "playing coins", which is especially popular with us. Get a few dimes and one-dollar coins on the table, and build a goal with a few erasers. Regardless of boys and girls, they all lie on the table and shout and laugh, and have a good time. I don't understand myself, how can we be so easily satisfied and hysterical when we have already held the adult ceremony?

"Play hard when you play, and study hard when you study." It is an 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 have to do."

Then one day, I don't know who inserted a bundle of fresh lilies, the pink perfume lilies, in the classroom. Throughout the autumn, the classroom has always been haunted by the quiet smell of lilies. We casually calculate day after day in the faint sweetness, and no one pays attention to the bundle of natural lilies, but it and its taste are deeply branded in everyone's heart.

I don't know what words to use to accurately express my feelings at that stage. Maybe it's "down-to-earth". I still yell "Kill Fudan" when I get up early and go to bed late every day, but I don't talk about "Fudan" again and again. Everyone carefully keeps their dreams in their hearts and tries their best in their own ways. Progress and honor are ethereal things that we can't grasp, and only this day is a real day that we can see and hold. I can see that my classmates and myself are really working hard in this simple day by day, and my grades are steadily rising in this sense of sureness, and I am moving forward little by little. This feeling, now that I think about it, is really good.

Compared with the calm of the first semester, the days of the second semester of senior three have changed greatly, adding a lot of restlessness and anxiety.

The first round of combing knowledge and the second round of systematic mastery of comprehensive questions have come to an end, and the third round of intense examinations and bombing of sea tactics have followed.

it was an indescribable day.

The curriculum has been changed to such a terrible form as "self-study and self-study in addition to the number of languages". Teachers usually don't help us summarize anything in class, but just hand out stacks of simulated papers in various subjects for class tests. I don't know how the teacher has so many examination papers. We have to do every kind of paper in each district, analyze it and check it again. There are also all kinds of unified examination papers from other cities and the whole country, and even strange questions in unknown learning newspapers and periodicals have been collected by teachers for us to do.

The quiz in one class, the big quiz in two classes together, and the mock exam of self-study course in the whole grade, all the papers should be graded, and the quizzes that the teacher didn't have time to approve were alternately approved by the students. Scores have thus become the most exciting and worthless thing in this cold and hot season of alternating winter and spring.

that's a powerful stimulus.

recite n words every day, do n test papers every day, and complete n revisions every day.

the schedule is thickly painted, and every time you finish it, you will cross it out with a colored pen. That shocking bar and the big red * * on the examination paper are dripping all over every dusk and morning, covering the only path where schools and families can see beautiful flowers.

Yellow pages as high as mountains are slowly moving in the moldy air. Sometimes when I recite at home, my tears will fall and my books will be thrown out of the window. However, as long as you meditate on Fudan several times, you will calm down immediately. I am carrying a heavy head and a blank heart, and I am willing to bury myself in the room that is going to rot. I am persistent and persistent. I don't understand how a person who is used to being sloppy can suddenly become so secure and feel the world moving.

that was the most unforgettable period of senior three.

up to now, I'm sitting in an air-conditioned room comfortably sorting out the books for the third year of high school, and I still admire my perseverance and courage at that time. There are several large notebooks filled with annotations, each half-meter-high examination paper carefully made, carefully revised and analyzed, and a 16-inch mathematical classic exercise as thick as a dictionary. Each problem has four or five solutions and has been read for more than 1 times. In that frigid winter and weird spring, I used cracked hands and rough handwriting to weave the only dream in my heart word by word, question by question. I think this is the influence and change brought by senior three.

Growth is the balance of longing and nostalgia/when it falls down/those nights when the moonlight is lost/what kind of sound should I use to comfort /

I like Lao Lang's songs very much. During that time, Lao Lang made me quiet and relieved. I think if I want to use a person's singing voice to give my senior three music, Lao Lang's is very suitable. There is a sound of waves hidden under the calm.

with the shame of 29 people, I made a final struggle with reality with a desperate mood. I carefully looked at the weight in my hand, and there was nothing but hard work. I think, everyone who has struggled in the third year of high school has experienced this narrow beauty of intercepting all the retreat, and they are all feeling the tragic feelings in the final mood with their hearts.

volunteering is a deadly thing, which is far more complicated than I expected and unbearable.

I thought I would smartly fill in the word "Fudan University" in my first choice, and then proudly continue my dream. I even imagined what words I would use to fill in and refute if my parents objected or the teacher disapproved. However, that was all my thoughts before I filled in my volunteer. "Thought" is "thought" and "reality" is "reality".

In fact, the process of volunteering has really become the most tortuous event in my senior three years.

The teacher repeatedly stressed that we must measure our position according to the scores and rankings of previous major exams and all the performances of Grade One and Grade Two, so my confidence disappeared in sorting and comparing again and again. Can I? May I? In front of the banner of "Kill in Fudan", my answer is weaker every time, and my weak voice is shattered in the cruel reality.

At this time, the teachers' original encouraging attitude all took a 18-degree turn. They talk to you, use the enrollment rate, and try their best to scare you with the horrible failure examples of previous sessions, so that you can feel the horror of "one short step makes a long regret".

"conservative, conservative, more conservative." It has become the first principle of volunteering.

my situation is somewhat desperate. The poor background of the whole family is not enough to attract the loving care of any capable person, and their achievements are too weak to shout. Even though half a year's efforts have earned me a slightly higher position in the top 8 of the grade, I have become frustrated before the shadow of 29 and the unattainable threshold of Fudan.

Allies began to quit constantly.

Some of them gave up because of the five-point promise of a inferior school, some because their father knew the soul figure of a university, and some were confused by the teachers' soft grinding and hard pestering.

I suddenly became isolated. My father even went to Huazheng behind my back to get a 1-point bonus form, and endlessly told me the boundless future of studying law all day. Finally, even the headmaster said, "You have only a 3% chance of getting into Fudan. Think it over. "

in those days, my nerves became more fragile than ever, and I was vacillating and hesitant in my unattainable dreams and relative insurance retrogression. A senior of Huazheng actually comforted me with such words: "Fill in our school first. If you really get a high score in the exam, it's a big deal to sit at the gate of Fudan and cry! "

so, I choose to give up. I dare not let Fudan, like a beautiful fairy tale, exist only orally. I dare not touch that hard stone with an unconfident egg. I can't stand the despair from heaven to hell if I fail. In the cheers of unanimous approval, I wrote down the name of the school that I had never thought about, and the word "betrayal" exploded in my mind.

after handing in the form, I am alone.