Is there an inspirational article that comes to the college entrance examination like we are not children of God?

[Author: Yu Qing Publication time: 25-4-2 15:12:38 Reading:]

In the darkness, we groped for the door to heaven. At one time, we all thought that it was far away. After one fall, two stumbles and three collisions, confidence was easily desperate in helplessness, collapsed in despair and slackened in collapse. However, one day, we finally saw what heaven looked like. Looking back at the starting point, it is only one meter away.

In July, 22, I entered the third year of high school early.

Although the summer vacation of the second year of high school had just begun, the school regretted two Dan holidays for us, so we lived up to our expectations and skillfully shuttled through the overwhelming cram schools. I officially handed over the position of deputy editor-in-chief of the school magazine, sitting in the classroom and looking at the formula tossed and turned on the blackboard, the smell of sweat mixed with the electric fan and the sweet drum swelled uncontrollably. Looking out of the window, a group of children one year younger than us are busy putting up posters to recruit novices, and their posture is serious. I smiled gently. At this time last year, I was doing the same thing in the same position. The jump of time made everything fleeting. After lamenting the ruthlessness of time, my deskmate and I continued to look at the chalk words in a dizzy way, and then took a nap happily. In those days, the college entrance examination was as far away as the horizon, and the blackboard behind the classroom seemed to have a sense of advance. It liked to use hours to calculate the time from the college entrance examination. As a result, it made us think that the college entrance examination was hundreds of years later, and that huge number made us feel at ease. Tutoring and attending classes are just like a kind of psychological comfort to us. We sit here reading, sleeping and chatting on time every day with the title of senior three. Go online after returning home; Renting DVDs, watching TV shows and talking on the phone make parents hate Bell. Life is easy, so easy that we forget our own identity, so easy that we forget when to change from short sleeves to long sleeves. We ushered in a tumultuous, real senior three.

The school officially opened in September, 22

The classroom seems to have a complex of pride. Every year, when we move up one level, it will climb up one level. The school seems to want us to realize our identity while moving up the stairs. But it didn't work. At the beginning of school, the only thing everyone complained about was climbing the stairs to get soft feet every day, while doing leg exercises, instead of increasing the sense of scorn in their hearts, they cursed the heavens and the earth. So lazy people have a lazy way, except for the earthquake and fire, we will never go downstairs easily. However, there are also exciting things. As big brothers and big sisters in the school, we have the privilege of not wearing school uniforms. For a time, the classroom is colorful, and the topic of chatting with classmates is also more premeditated about what to wear tomorrow.

The first half of the year was undoubtedly easy. All the geographical creatures that had troubled us originally disappeared. People who studied literature didn't have to bother with physical chemistry, so they were so happy that all the science teachers who looked past were arrogant. Those who study science thoroughly say bye bye to history. Although politics can't escape, the atmosphere of the course is so relaxed that they simply regard the political teacher as an invisible man and change to a self-study course. Everyone knows that under the premise of the college entrance examination, the teacher will definitely give you enough face in these minor courses. And I am compatible with the happiness of learning literature and science, because I take the political exam, so I can talk openly in the political platform class. What makes me more comfortable is that the political professional class has very little homework, and every day when I close the textbook, it is everythihg is over. The heavy academic burden of senior one and senior two suddenly disappeared at the beginning of senior three. This really makes me a little too happy to believe. Although I still convince myself to do extracurricular exercises consciously and recite ancient Chinese and political views in advance, my mind is completely absent from it. I sit at my desk for four or five hours every night, and then I deceive myself with the sound of "going to bed at 11 o'clock".

F4 was born in the air at this time, which filled the emptiness and contradiction of countless people's hearts in time, and Meteor Garden entered our world without warning. I forgot which girl in the class started this trend first. In short, it is unstoppable like an infectious disease. No matter after class, the names of the four flower boys always jump around in front of our eyes and mouths. At first, I insisted on never watching those 2 episodes of idealistic series. I wrote in my diary that "senior three should naturally look like senior three", and "watching CDs crazily" in my opinion should never be the work of a senior three student. However, it was only the beginning. After nearly two-thirds of the girls in the class saw Meteor Garden, that "persistence" was shaken. Some enthusiastic girls even threatened that "life without seeing Meteor Garden is not complete!" "Those who haven't seen the meteor garden are' flow blind'", so under their vigorous literacy, I couldn't help but take over the heavy VCD box and run home to turn on the TV. Children can't resist temptation. But my parents are adults, so I never have the courage to fascinate them with four "flower man", so I can only turn on the computer quietly at night, and turn off the screen in a hurry when there is a noise. My nerves are highly nervous, and the result after tension is doomed to be weakness, and the result after weakness is doomed to be drowsiness. The alarm clock at 5: 3 in the morning can wake up the dead, but I "died" wildly, so I have to ask my mother to lift the quilt for me. They didn't know what I did at night, and they thought I was working hard to the end, so their eyes were full of love. They often said, "It's still early for the college entrance examination, so don't fight so hard now." I naturally felt guilty when I nodded. In fact, I always regretted it every time I turned off my phone after watching the disc, but I still couldn't help myself. But I am definitely not crazy. At the end of the story of Meteor Garden, I almost forgot the magic of these four fancy men. However, the class quickly divided into two factions, and the supporters of Tyrannosaurus rex and Zaizai often fought fiercely. A dialogue and a look can make girls aftertaste for a long time; Poster photos reached their peak with the help of vendors, and we squeezed into a pile of children in Grade One and Grade Two to grab photos and forget our identity. A "F4" in math class is powerful enough to make atomic bomb scientists feel ashamed.

Boys always seem to be inseparable from the "ball", and they are excited when they touch basketball. On Friday afternoon, when we were discussing where to wander, they were gearing up to lift off the roof of the Internet cafe, figuring out whose head to blow off this time.

At that time, we couldn't smell the smoke, and the bright afternoon sun filled the classroom at the top of the school. We were so detached that it was incredible for us to talk about it later. However, parents and teachers failed to keep up with our "progress" and kept talking about the "college entrance examination" to warn our souls. When we were complaining about the "singing and sighing" of our elders, time quietly ran away.

I still can't remember when the tension started. It was premeditated, but it was a silent invasion. With too much homework, too much practice and too many tests, we always feel as if we had just passed the exam, and the teacher strolled into the classroom calmly with a stack of papers. Thick counseling books seem to be distributed free of charge. Every time we receive one, we will sigh, swear that this book will never be finished, and then sign our names on the cover with laughter, saying that we will take them to sprint for the college entrance examination. However, we never thought that they were just the beginning, and their life span was so short that they were quickly solved by us and then piled aside for dust accumulation.

I finished the first half semester of my senior three, and the final exam was not outrageous in my half-year neglect. I squeezed into the top 1, which means that you can enter a first-class famous university in our key high school. However, this ranking is quite dissatisfied with my parents. They can't understand that I can still come back with the fourth grade when I was in my first year of high school and my second year of high school, and I often wander around in my twenties and thirties. How can I regress into this appearance when I should be in my third year of high school? My explanation is that everyone has exerted their strength, but the power of sweetness is too small to fight. In fact, my heart is quite comforting, because I know that I didn't fight wholeheartedly in the first half of the year, so I have enough reasons to strengthen my confidence. During the Chinese New Year, a primary school girl from Grade One and Grade Two called to ask me if Shangsan was suffering. I bit a string of Sugar-Coated Berry on the other end of the phone and mumbled that she was okay, still alive and with sound limbs. They can't help laughing there, but I am extremely optimistic here, and I firmly believe in my future. When I pay a New Year call, I smile in response to all my relatives and friends' inquiries. I wrote in my diary that if I work hard in the second half of the year and rely on the foundation of senior one and senior two, I will certainly be able to approach my ideal. This is not just what I thought. All the people, including teachers, friends and parents, said, "Qingqing, can we have a birthday party and a celebration party together in September?" I am looking forward to that day.

During the holiday, I got the qualification of Fudan Plus Test with the overall ranking of Grade One and Grade Two. My father asked for leave carefully to accompany me personally, and he couldn't help laughing all the way. I can guess through his thoughts, because when I saw that gate, my heart was in a mess.

The holiday is not over yet, but we still sit in the classroom ahead of time. Being in senior three, we can understand the good intentions of teachers and schools. Obviously, everyone is not as sloppy as when they make up lessons in summer. Not only do they come on time obediently, but they rarely see anyone dating Duke Zhou at their desks in class. The class teacher praised us for being more and more senior three students. Of course, there are less than four months, and now we have more or less realized the ruthlessness of time, and no one wants to bet their future.

In mid-February, 23, the day before the other half of senior three started school,

I wrote my motto on N times, and it was stuck everywhere-"If God is going to be a great person in Sri Lanka, he must first work hard, work hard and starve his body and skin". I always believe that as long as you work hard now, even if it is bitter, but as long as you endure it, then the future will be brilliant. This idea is not only for me, but also for every senior three student. We are all well aware of what it means to enter a prestigious university in today's society, and what it means to fail in the list. What is shouldered on our shoulders is not only our own destiny, but also the whole family. I was instilled with this truth since I was a child, so I know I must work hard.

Virgo's unique perfectionism flows in her blood, so primary school goes straight to junior high school, and junior high school goes straight to senior high school. I walked so smoothly along the way that I got carried away, and the result of getting carried away was that I undoubtedly accumulated countless hopes and attention in my body. Burnout is natural, and I have been carefully hiding it. But at this particular time of senior three, this kind of burnout is like a time bomb, which is in danger of exploding at any time with a light touch.

Teachers generally think that only exams can truly reflect our existing learning level, so they take more and more exams, making it more and more difficult. When I broke the 9 mark (out of 15) in mathematics several times in succession, I began to feel the opening of my nightmare. Mathematics has never been my forte. Compared with my other subjects, it can even be said that it is a little poor, and it can never reach the top level, and the scores are often jumping up and down enough to frighten people to death. When I decided to choose liberal arts, more than one experienced teacher had taught me that "if you choose liberal arts, you must be good at math, because there is always a gap in liberal arts, and only one math can hold your position". However, at that time, I didn't care about such persuasion. I was the only one in the class who got a perfect score in mathematics and physics in the final exam of Grade Two in senior high school. Such a record made me dizzy, and I firmly believed in my mathematical strength. However, at this moment, faced with the test paper full of red crosses, I am almost desperate and don't want to see the numbers again. The class teacher comforted that it didn't matter. These exams were difficult and many people failed. But I'm not concerned about how many people get low marks. What I see is that there are still outstanding students who scored 12 and 13. This comparison makes me panic. I can't imagine how I can knock on my ideal door with a math score that has not broken the passing line.

At this time, the results of Fudan's extra points arrived, and my relatives, friends and friends thought that I had sufficient confidence to enter this university. However, in the face of miserable math scores, I can't be confident. When I woke up at midnight, I repeatedly asked myself: Where is the "I" who was confident a few months ago? I think I probably lost her. In those days, I frantically asked people everywhere to find a math tutor, and I backed two cars to go to class alone, and then I walked alone through the long street without street lights in the dark night. It is difficult for me to tell my friends that I am a math tutor, and they will make a fuss and say, "Are you still making up math?" Then what shall we do? " Everyone's standards and ideals are different. Because of my personality, I am excessively demanding perfection. What I hope is that the self I brought in the college entrance examination is excellent. I am afraid that a mistake will make me completely fall into the abyss.

At this time, the United States finally opened fire on Iraq. Our hearts, which had been silent for more than two months, became active again under the stimulation of "blood" and "iron" When the head teacher went to the office, we turned on the TV in the classroom and were excited about the live war movie. We are looking forward to seeing if the "world policeman" will stumble, but there is no miracle. A month later, Bush Pisa Dain was slightly better, and the Iraqi leader was nowhere to be found. I thought there were more adjustments in my life, but I didn't expect more political materials. "Hegemony, power politics, national sovereignty and foreign policy" were memorized in the dark, so my friends directly complained that Bush couldn't go to war three months later. I said that three months later, the United States would be familiar with the military. Everyone comforted each other in self-mockery, and then continued to study hard.

the first mock exam, I was greeted in a depressed state. The result is naturally bad. According to the ranking in the district, I can only enter China politics. This prediction makes me extremely disappointed. I am not demanding that I must enter a famous university, but Fudan has always occupied a very important position in my heart since childhood. It is my dream, an ideal and a pursuit. One day when I found this dream, this ideal, this pursuit, I was not sure to grasp it, it seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me, and that kind of heartache was unbearable in life.

After the mock exam, all kinds of extra-point exams came from various universities. My father took me to the "Hua Zheng" exam. He said it was to leave a way out, but what I valued more was my extra points in Fudan. I told myself that I had to believe in myself first, otherwise it would be really hopeless. Call me a senior who has been admitted to Fudan University. She said that the college entrance examination is actually just a hurdle. When you walk past, you will find that it is just like that. However, I now feel that this hurdle is so long and rugged.

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