Requesting an essay to cheer for seniors and seniors in college entrance exams

Inspirational chapter for senior high school students - "The Flowers Bloom Undefeated"

I don’t know how to write it. To be precise, I don’t know what words to use to fully express the mood of this year. String them together and let them hang there like gorgeous crystals without losing their original flavor for you to share and understand. ^

When I was writing the first word of this extremely hot August, I suddenly noticed many unknown flowers blooming outside the window, red, yellow, pink and white. The flowers and greenery are flowing together, and the eyes are full of beautiful colors. OMG, when did these flowers bloom? Such a raging momentum should not only last 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 could smell a lot of sweet smells in the air, and a very beautiful word suddenly came out: The flowers bloom undefeated! Flowers bloom undefeated. The flowers bloom undefeated!

I think I can finally calm down and tell you the many stories that happened this year. I think no matter what happens in the future, every little bit of this year, bit by bit, I will never forget it again.

A week before the start of the senior year of high school, a parent-teacher meeting was held. It was a very serious parent-teacher meeting, one in which no one was absent or even late. The teacher appealed to almost every emotion of the parents at that meeting. The importance of the senior year in high school goes without saying. As the saying goes, "Success is also a senior year, failure is also a senior year." No matter how brilliant the children were in the past, no matter how failed they were, the head teacher, a thin little girl, actually leaned on the edge of the podium to give a lecture It's a two-hour high-spirited hour that just makes us believe that things are possible. Miracles or consequences will appear dramatically during this year.

In order to let every student clearly understand their ranking position in class, grade, and even in the district and the city, the school carefully produced a ranking list of the scores of each subject for the first and second grades of high school. Thinking about it now, I have to admit that that watch is really exquisite. The total score and mark ranking of each subject are compared with the average score in the grade. There is even a carefully designed score trend chart derived from this. Finally, a detailed analysis of the comprehensive ranking is included. It is a piece of paper that is so densely packed that it can be said to be a painstaking effort.

My father came back from school with a gloomy face. The situation was as grim as I had expected: he was ranked 190th in his grade. Terrible location.

"There is still hope. As the teacher said, everything is possible." My father said that he believed in me, but I didn't know if I should believe in myself again. However, there is no way out. We are pawns who have crossed the river and cannot look back.

I can only be worthy of my parents, worthy of my teachers, and most importantly, worthy of myself only by galvanizing my horse and working hard to catch up.

After 11 years of long preparation period, it is finally time to start the battle and fight desperately. I had to say goodbye to my undisciplined, irresponsible past.

I hastily accepted the challenge even though I was completely defeated. However, the battle had already begun and I couldn’t even hide.

Senior year of high school is really different.

If the horror of the high school tactics had not been revealed at the beginning of the devil's appearance, then the changes brought about by the senior year were first of all psychological. There will always be a string tightly stretched in your mind, it is there all the time, all the time. In a boring English class, your thoughts drift out of the window and you are thinking about it; when you are doing "super low-level" math problems that require a lot of calculations and are purely for practicing patience, you move a little bit and want to refer to other people's answers. When I had the idea; when I forced myself to sit at the table at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night and memorize the meaning of "People's Democratic Dictatorship" in a long and tongue-tied way, my head was like a chicken pecking rice, and the string "boom" came. Deafening: "You are in your senior year of high school, how can you be so depraved!" Then, his whole body was excited, and his heart was beating wildly. He immediately steeled himself and continued to fight.

At the beginning of the third year of high school, almost everyone was smug and eager to try, and everyone was extremely determined to get into Fudan Jiaotong University. I posted a sign on my bedside saying "Enter Fudan" Extra large slogans, shouted several times every day when getting up early and before going to bed, to increase one's meager confidence. Under the pressure of the college entrance examination, all dreams were abstracted into the sacred university that I recognized. When I heard any news about Fudan, my blood immediately boiled and I was excited, as if everything was under the dazzling halo of that school. Eclipsed.

I never thought about the huge gap between the scores of 190th place and Fudan University, and the students around me didn't seem to realize the terrifying formation of thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge. We cling to the dreams in our hearts, shouting "I want ××" like Xianglin's sister-in-law. That kind of psychology and the explosive atmosphere created by it are something that people who are not in the third year of high school cannot understand.

The first real competition from the senior year of high school soon came.

The midterm test of the first semester, an exam that we thought we were ready for but were killed horribly. Our ranking has undergone earth-shaking changes as the teacher predicted before. Many students in the class who were unknown before were like dark horses, which suddenly surprised everyone. Ups and downs, ups and downs, many people began to become practical. The school of Peking University is indeed artistic, but not everyone can feel the elegance there. The embarrassment of having too many monks makes every senior high school student feel embarrassed in front of the huge gap between reality and dreams.

I am one of the few people who still clings to the illusion. Please note that I use the word "fantasy", which is the kind of thing that seemed impossible to achieve at the time. Logically speaking, I was in the first and second grade of high school and was unsatisfactorily hovering between the second and third hundred. A quarter of the way through the senior year of high school, but those who are still maintaining a slight momentum of improvement should no longer have any illusions about Fudan, a top university in the country. But God knows how I had such a spirit of revolutionary optimism at that time. I stubbornly held on to the idea of ????"get forward 50 points every time I take a test", calculated foolishly, and felt foolishly proud.

Later facts also proved that it was precisely because of my frightening optimism that I had the motivation to persevere, and that the absolutely impossible thing gradually became a glimmer of hope.

Using cruel facts to defeat the fragile self-confidence of young people is the first trump card thrown to us by senior high school students.

The strength of psychological defense is an extremely important reason for victory in this war.

At that time, I did not realize that this kind of silly persistence had such a powerful power. I just insisted on the abstract name "Fudan" that I had kept for 11 years. I didn't even realize that What price should I pay in exchange for this beautiful concept I had in my childhood? I just follow it closely and recite it silently over and over again.

I used my arrogance to gain a slight advantage without realizing it. In fact, I didn't realize that this was indeed a good start.

I went to talk to the class teacher once. The petite, cute and feminine teacher said softly when he saw me: "You did well in the test this time. Keep it up next time. Huazheng can make a breakthrough." "I rushed." I still can't figure out why I was so decisive and bold: "I want to take the Fudan exam." The teacher, who has always been very ladylike, couldn't hide it and opened his mouth in an "O" shape. She quickly took into account my feelings, and then said softly: "Then you have to work harder. But there is hope, there is hope." I grinned stupidly. There is a bouquet of roses on the table that are in full bloom, as red as if they are dripping with water, and they are stretching upwards with vigor. The sun slanted in, illuminating the office in early autumn with warmth.

Now that I think about it, that teacher’s understatement gave me so much motivation.

Not to mention how much affirmation there is in her words, but the phrase "hopeful" is like a bright lantern, hanging in my mind not far or near in the following days, accompanied by The sweet smell of roses on the table that day made me feel warm all over.

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

Every morning, I rushed into the crowded classroom out of breath, put my school bag, picked up exercises, and started to calculate. Those days that are similar but not the same day by day have now been abstracted into densely written draft paper, formulas and exercises on the blackboard that can never be wiped clean, and the teacher’s heartfelt instructions and words that are always floating in the air. Rustling chalk crumbs in the air.

The boys’ hair is always stuck out one by one, and all the beautiful clothes of the girls have been simplified into neat and uniform school uniforms. Occasionally, we would raise our distracted eyes from the pile of messy papers piled as high as a hill and glance at the crooked notices recently copied on the blackboard, such as how much to pay and what books to buy. The days just flow away in ordinary moments.

The humor cells of the classmates were trained to be extremely sharp in this simple environment. Once any trivial matter is caught, it will be immediately exaggerated and expanded, and then attract everyone sensation. An article written by a certain writer about "Shit/Shit/Shit" actually caused the whole class to slap the table and laugh, and take down the table legs and beat them crazily. The teacher said that this is a manifestation of senior high school syndrome. Because our lives are too simple, anything that can cause ripples will bring us immeasurable happiness.

The physical education class in the third year of high school is the only class stipulated by the school that cannot be invaded. The boys often play basketball in the physical education class until the water comes out of their sweaters, while the girls play shuttlecock and jump rubber bands. Carefree and happy.

The short time after the two classes every Friday afternoon is designated as "game day". We racked our brains and tried our best to bring things to school to play with. There is a children's game of "flicking coins" that is particularly popular with us. Put a few dimes and one-yuan coins on the table, and use a few pieces of rubber to build them as goals. Boys and girls all lie on the table, shouting and laughing, and have a great time playing in a serious way. I myself don’t understand how we, who have already had an adult ceremony, can be so easily satisfied, or why we can be so hysterical when we laugh.

"When you play, play hard, and when you study, study hard." This is an unbreakable truth that our high school students believe in.

The numbers on the college entrance examination countdown card are getting smaller and smaller, and we have little time left. The teacher shouted to us: "Just do whatever you have to do." We didn't have the intrigues between other classmates who went to school, and we were always happy when we were together. No matter how bitter or boring it is, I know that at least I still have brothers who are standing in the same trench as me. There are no students who pretend to be playful in school and study hard at home, because they don’t have the time or energy to prepare those hypocritical things. No one is willing to do that. Frankly speaking, they don’t bother to do it.

One day, someone planted a bunch of fresh lilies in the classroom, pink and white perfume lilies. Throughout the autumn, the quiet smell of lilies lingered in the classroom. We inadvertently calculated in the faint sweet fragrance day after day. No one paid special attention to the bundle of tranquil lilies, but it and its taste were truly and deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

I don’t know what words to use to accurately express my feelings at that stage. Maybe it’s “steady”. I still shout "Enter Fudan" when I get up early and go to bed late every day, but I no longer say "Fudan" over and over again. Everyone carefully keeps their dreams in their hearts and uses their own methods to try their best. Progress and honor are all ethereal things that we cannot grasp. Only this day-by-day reality is what we can see. To and hold.

I can see the real efforts of my classmates and myself in these simple days. My grades are rising steadily in this sense of solidity, and I am moving forward neither too fast nor too slowly. This feeling, thinking about it now, is really good.

Compared with the calmness of the first semester, the days of the second semester of senior high school have changed greatly, and a lot of restlessness and uneasiness have been added. The first round of sorting out knowledge and the second round of comprehensive questions The mastery of the system has come to an end, and the third round of intense exams and bombing of question sea tactics followed one after another.

It was an indescribable time. The class schedule was changed to the terrible format of "Chinese, Chinese, Mathematics, Mathematics, Extras 1 1 Self-study, Self-study".

The teacher no longer helps us summarize anything during class, but just hands out piles of mock papers for various subjects to be tested in class. I don’t know why the teacher has so many test papers. We have to do, analyze, and randomly check each type of paper in each area. There are also various unified examination papers from other cities and the country, as well as previous college entrance examination papers, and even those weird test questions from unknown study newspapers were all collected by the teacher for us to do. There is a small test in one class, a big test in two classes together, and a mock test in the unified self-study class for the whole grade. All test papers are scored, and if the teacher has no time to mark the quizzes, the students will take turns marking them. Scores have become the most exciting and least valuable thing in this hot and cold season that alternates between winter and spring.

That was a powerful stimulus.

Comparing your actual score with your original idea is a stimulus. Comparing other people’s scores with your own score is another stimulus. The general trend of the scores is the biggest stimulus. I gradually became extremely numb and invulnerable in the stimulation of this day. In the blows one after another, I "regained the old mountains and rivers", and in the horrific failures I exercised the courage and perseverance to swallow my teeth, and became more and more... Becoming more and more calm and stronger. That was the most unforgettable period of my senior year in high school.

Examinations and analysis have become all part of life. Calculate time to write papers, revise, analyze, and practice based on wrong questions, over and over again. We changed "Go back and do N papers today" to "Go back and finish this book today", put off the time to go to bed again and again, and set the alarm clock to wake up earlier and earlier.

Memorize N words every day, do N test papers every day, and complete N corrections every day.

The schedule is densely painted, and every time something is completed, it is crossed out with a colored pen. The shocking bars and the big red crosses on the exam papers, dripping and dripping, filled every evening and morning, paving the only path with beautiful flowers in school and home, as high as a mountain The yellowed pages moved slowly in the musty air. Sometimes I would cry when reciting books at home, and I would like to throw the book out the window. However, as long as I recite "Fudan" silently a few times, I will calm down immediately. With a heavy head and a blank heart, I was willing to bury myself in that room that was about to go rancid, saying "Abcd" over and over again. Perseverance, persistence, I don’t understand how a person like me who is used to being undisciplined can suddenly become so upright, which is so moving.

To this day, I am sitting in an air-conditioned room comfortably sorting out the books from the third year of high school. I still admire my perseverance and courage at that time. Several large books filled with notes are half a meter high. Each exam paper was carefully prepared, revised and analyzed, and there were also 16-karat mathematics classic exercises as thick as a dictionary. Each question had four or five solutions and was read no less than ten times. In that bitterly cold winter and the weird spring, I used the rough handwriting of my wrinkled hands to compile the sacred and only dream in my heart word by word and question after question. I think this is what I brought to my senior year in high school. Give me influence and change.

Growth is a balance of longing and nostalgia. When it tilts and falls, what kind of voice should be used to soothe those moonless nights. ——Gao Xiaosong

I like Lao Lang’s songs very much. During those days, Lao Lang made me quiet and relieved.

I thought that if I wanted to use one person's singing voice to soundtrack my senior year of high school, Lao Lang's would be very suitable. There is a sound of waves hidden under the calm.

Carrying the shame of being 190, I made a final struggle with reality with a desperate mood. I looked carefully at the weights in my hands. There was nothing left, only hard work. I think that every senior high school student who has ever struggled has experienced the narrow beauty that blocks all retreats, and they are all feeling the tragic feelings in the final mood. Filling in the application form is a terrible thing. It is far more complicated and unbearable than I thought.

"Conservative, conservative, more conservative." became the first principle when filling out the application form.

My situation is somewhat desperate. The pitiful background of the whole family was not enough to arouse the loving care of any capable person, and my own achievements were so weak that I had no ability to cry out. Even though half a year of hard work earned me a slightly higher position among the top 80 in my grade, I became helpless in the shadow of 190 in previous years and the unattainable threshold of Fudan University.

In the end, even the principal said: "You only have a 30-year chance of getting into Fudan University. You must think carefully about it."

In those days, my nerves became unprecedentedly fragile. , wandering and hesitating among unattainable dreams and relatively safe setbacks.

So, I chose to give up. I didn’t dare to let Fudan exist just in words like a beautiful fairy tale. I didn’t dare to touch that extremely hard stone with my unconfident egg. I couldn't stand the despair that would come from heaven to hell if I failed. Amidst the cheers of unanimous approval, I tremblingly wrote down the name of the school I had never thought of, letting the word "betrayal" explode in my mind.

After handing in the form, I took a two-hour car ride alone and secretly went to the Fudan campus to sit there for an afternoon to mourn the demise of my dream. Fudan is so beautiful! The overwhelming rhododendrons bloom quietly and intoxicatingly on campus. It perfectly reflects the solemn and sacred Fudan campus as I imagined. My tears suddenly flowed down. I'm not willing to let a dream I've had for 12 years be completely shattered by a piece of paper. I'm not willing to have my desperate efforts in the past year of high school to be dismissed by a "insurance" excuse. And buried. I know that nothing can replace the important position of Fudan in my heart. If I really get into any department of other schools with high scores, how can I regret sitting at the door of Fudan and crying loudly? ?

I know that that extremely hot Sunday afternoon was a victory of persistence for me. Now, thinking about it, that peaceful and beautiful afternoon in Fudan helped me make an important decision of my own.

In the end, I finally made my own decision - under everyone's surprised eyes, I asked for my volunteer form back and solemnly filled it in neatly. Those four big characters "Fudan University" made me excited. Those are really the most comfortable and beautiful four words I have written in the past 12 years. These four words are also the most important decision I have made based on my own will over the years, and they are the one that best reflects the initial weight of my life. Decide.

I want what I want, even if I am beaten to a bloody head in the face of reality, even if I fail miserably in the college entrance examination, this is the choice I made myself.

Just like students, they fail in the examination room.

There is nothing worth writing about in the following days.

After getting the notice from Fudan University, I finally couldn’t help but visit that familiar classroom. The last room in the south corridor on the fifth floor. The youth of the senior year of high school flowed away from here. A bouquet of lavender forget-me-nots was unexpectedly placed in the glass bottle on the podium. Small green petals were scattered among them, swaying gently in the wind.

Every little bit of the more than 300 days and nights in the third year of high school is like a colorful flower blooming in everyone's heart.

Maybe not every flower is earth-shatteringly beautiful, not every flower is shockingly fragrant, and not every flower can bear abundant fruits. But those flowers have indeed bloomed once in the softest place in everyone's heart, and they have indeed left some sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. The shadows of these flowers, together with what the senior year of high school brings to us, are a pair of mature eyes that we use to see the world today. This unforgettable impression will affect every choice and every decision we make in life in the future.

The flowers have bloomed. Whether we admit it or ignore it, as long as the flowers bloom, we will be undefeated.