High school campus essays

High school campus essays (compilation of 13 articles)

In daily study, work and life, everyone has heard of essays, right? Some of them may also often write essays? Essays are a prose genre that can also be records made while listening to lectures or reading. What kind of essay can be called a classic? Below are the high school campus essays I collected and compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.

High School Campus Essay 1

Nietzsche once said: "Without music, life is worthless." I love music and am grateful for music. It has been growing with me and given me so much touch and inspiration.

Ever since I was born, my mother has been sitting on the old wooden chair at home, singing children’s songs over and over again to her slightly bulging belly. She said she hoped that I would be influenced by music from an early age and become a smart and lovely child. Music was the first communication between my mother and I. I don't remember what I heard at that time, but I believe it must be the most beautiful music in the world.

When I was four years old, there was an electronic keyboard at home. As a young child, I stared at the black "big box" with curiosity and joy in my eyes. So my grandma began to teach me how to play the electronic keyboard. There were big benches and small benches in front of the keyboard. Every afternoon, an old man and a young boy sat beside the keyboard. Grandma patiently taught me the position of each note and the fingering method to play it. My nervous and excited mood is still fresh in my memory. I clearly remember the first piece she taught me to play: "dore mi, mi re do, do mi re dore..." It was so beautiful. I didn't know it until later. That's "Lullaby." Now the electronic keyboard has been sold because it is old, and has been replaced by the computer and computer desk where I am typing. My grandma was also getting older. One afternoon she suddenly sighed: "You see, as people get older, their memory really gets worse. I can't even remember the songs I sang back then." I was speechless. I just felt my eyes were sore. Ah, my grandma is old and can no longer teach me how to play the piano, but that "Lullaby" always comes to my mind and is a priceless medicine to heal my heart.

When I first entered high school, I was very uncomfortable. I couldn't find the right way to study. My studies were difficult and not very effective. I was always at the bottom of the class in the monthly exams. I was extremely disappointed. I took my transcript and thought lonelyly: "What should I do? My grades are getting worse and worse. There is no way I can get into Z University." I wiped my eyes and sat on the piano bench. When I was worried, I always like to play the piano. The sound of the piano is in my ears, like fine wine flowing through my heart, and the haze gradually dissipates. I looked at the intertwined black and white keys. The piano is like life, with light and darkness, but as long as you play it carefully, you can play beautiful music. I regained my confidence and finally made considerable progress in the next semester.

Some melodies often come to mind. Whether they sound good or not, I like to record them and keep them like a diary. Each note made me see my dream clearly. Although it is really difficult to realize it now, as long as I am admitted to ZU, there will be a broader sky waiting for me to explore and soar! I will learn about music I study hard with my companions. In my heart, music should not be bound by terms. It is a free movement that echoes in everyone's heart. There will be a day when I stand in the position that belongs to me. Then you will not laugh at me for being naive, and I will no longer be confused by my dreams.

Thank you for music, and thank you for bringing me wonderful music. High School Campus Essay 2

Speaking of Xu Zhimo, will you have a conditioned reflex to think of: "Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came; I waved my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud." When you read Xu Zhimo, will you lament the ups and downs of his love journey? Maybe when you read "The Complete Poems of Xu Zhimo", you will also appreciate the helplessness of "hope, only now...now only some remains".

"You and I meet on the sea of ??darkness. You have yours, and I have my direction." The encounter between Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin was accidental and beautiful, but also had a touch of sadness. He chose to divorce Zhang Youyi because of this short-term happiness. Although I think Zhang Youyi loves him very much, after all, I am not the party involved. Xu Zhimo was miserable in this marriage. He pursues freedom, and he heralds happiness. This is his pure idealism. So he did have many beautiful and valuable experiences with Lin Huiyin afterwards, but the beautiful accidental opening ended with a sad ending. They were separated for four years, during which time Lin Huiyin married Liang Sicheng.

However, in my opinion, what is more worthy of understanding in the poem "Accidental" is the sigh of life - whether it is a glance back and a smile in the sea of ????people, or a few words in an encounter, the beauty brought by these accidents is just a flash in the pan, just like Xu Zhimo He said: "Whether you remember it, it's better to forget it." In fact, what he really hoped was not to forget it. We are fortunate that many people hurriedly came to our world and brought infinite wonderful things, but we are also helpless that many people hurriedly walked out of our world and can only recall the wonderful things. We cannot resist the rush of accident, nor can we change the rush of its departure. Perhaps this is Xu Zhimo's sense of loss in life conveyed in "Accidental"!

Savor the poignancy of Xu Zhimo's love and regret the darkness of his era.

No matter what kind of life there are, there will always be people who complain, but when I understand the era in which Xu Zhimo lived and the "Life" he wrote, I really have no right to complain about the current life. Life is inherently tortuous, but Xu Zhimo's life is as winding as a poisonous snake. What was China like in 1928? Warlords were fighting, and the people were in dire straits. Xu Zhimo’s life was as rough as the country, but no matter what kind of life it was, it was impossible to escape. You could only fall into it once, and you could only move forward, even if there was endless darkness ahead. . At that time, Xu Zhimo could no longer see the dawn of freedom, and his hope turned into despair: "What else do I wish for except annihilation?"

Why is my favorite book "The Complete Poems of Xu Zhimo"? Because it accompanied me through the tangle of ignorance in the first year of high school, countless endless nights in the third year of high school, and suddenly I arrived at the university. , I’m still flipping through it. Reading a book once is curiosity, twice is joy, and countless times is emotion. The soul's dependence on books is just like flowers and plants needing the irrigation of rain; baby birds needing mother's care; and horses needing Bole's favor. High School Campus Essay 3

I just returned home and was depressed about the large amount of homework during weekends. I also did not do well in the recent exam. I walked into the room, sat at my desk, and began to formulate a composition. I wanted to vent my emotions through writing.

I once saw someone say that everything you write is free. You can do whatever you want the world to be. Whoever you want to have in this world or not, it’s all up to you. your. Since then, I have become interested in writing. I can write the inexplicable things that I often think of when my mind wanders into articles. Therefore, when I usually wander, I will be immersed in my "mind wandering" and even do not want to get out of my "mind wandering". .

After thinking about it for a while, I started to write a composition, which was full of all kinds of inexplicable things that didn’t require me to go to school or do my homework. I know that if this article were read by others, they would definitely laugh out loud.

Later, I accumulated day by day and wrote many sequels, which later developed into half a short story with a story. It took me a lot of time, but I enjoyed the process because I was letting myself out. Everything written in this novel is all fabricated by me, because this is my world, and I can do whatever I want.

Then one day, my uncle came back from where he worked. He is a college graduate and has a great sense of humor. Today I continued writing a little bit of the novel, and then went to take a shower. My uncle noticed the novel I wrote and peeked in my room while I was taking a shower. After I got out of the shower, I found him laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe in my room, still holding the notebook I used to write my novel. High School Campus Essay 4

I have long wanted to write about my changes in the things, scenery, and people around me since I entered high school. What I saw and heard, and my high school life. In the past, I was always disdainful of anything. In the end, I became annoyed myself. I have always been extremely aloof.

I have to say that my high school life was too rich. It made me realize the concept of money, values ????and the power of power in advance.

On September 1, 2007, I officially came to this school. Although I went to junior high school here before, I really don’t want to waste my time like before. At that time, I was silently wary of myself. You must study hard. We can't be like junior high school. But that's just imagination. Only now do I understand the different environment. It can completely shape a person and change the trajectory of a person's life. (Maybe. My self-control is very poor)

That afternoon I met someone who lives in the same courtyard as me and is two realms higher than me. I had a few close friends from junior high school. They are already in their third year of high school at this school.

Originally, I had never thought of looking for them before coming to this school. There was no way, they saw me when I was getting ready to go back to work in the afternoon. So that night they dragged her to their dormitory to drink together. Thinking about the first day of school, I stayed up all night. Hi, I am really speechless with myself. While drinking and chatting with them, they suddenly said something. You should be the leader in this world. I listened then. I just shook my head... I said with a smile; I'm here to learn... Who knew they were all the same thing. Ha ha. Xiao Cai, you came here to study...--Ha, I really didn't think much about it at the time. Really speaking out my first feelings... It's really true words spoken after drinking. It’s more artificial that no one understands this reason, or it’s more sad that you don’t want anyone to understand this reason. High School Campus Essay 5

The days of studying hard in the cold window are boring, especially high school campus life, where you only study all day long. Although there are no teachers by your side all day long, you still feel depressed. Because the students around me are all fighting for their future. Therefore, we must work hard, rely on our own consciousness, and strive to improve ourselves. Although this process is difficult, whether it is difficult or not, whether it is free or not, all depends on our thoughts.

High school is a very important period of time. It is the key to summarizing your past and opening your future. It is an important turning point in life.

Generally speaking, our past was either ignorant, ignorant, passionate, or fearless. Our future may be ignorant and impulsive, but it may also be brave and passionate. No one can accurately predict what his future will be like, and no one doesn't like to have a good future.

Our yesterday paid for our today, so our today is working hard for tomorrow. Only yesterday’s efforts and today’s diligence can create a better future. High school campus life is a critical period for us to lay a solid foundation for the future. It is an important time period in life.

Students may all feel that whether they are studying or having fun, they will feel depressed and not as comfortable as before. The relationship between friends is not as close as before. People who are familiar with each other can only say hello and smile when they meet. Because we are in a hurry every day, it seems that we have no more time to deal with these trivial matters in life. So, sometimes it's natural for friends to get estranged from each other. Sometimes I suddenly feel that there is a distance between classmates. There is no closeness in the past, and people seem to be separated by a wall of heart. It cannot be broken through, and it is difficult to find close friends. But at least, we don’t have the so-called interest-first relationship in society. The only difference between us is time.

Although we in high school are as passionate and childish as before, in comparison, we are still a little more mature as we grow older. The combination of childishness and maturity makes us really a bit youthful. cute.

High school is not necessarily boring. High school also has its excitement, high school’s happiness, and high school’s helplessness. High school will also be colorful and colorful. We should strive with the mentality of our young people and enjoy our high school campus life. High School Campus Essay 6

"Wake up!" A "Lion's Roar Kung Fu" shook me out of bed, and I complained: "It's already a holiday, why don't you let me take a nap? "I pouted and reluctantly opened my eyes. In front of me, my mother stared at me with a stern face and frowned. It was so scary. I quickly got into bed. It was still comfortable and warm here. When my mother saw it, she got used to it and used the second plan. She put her cold hands into the bed and scratched everywhere. But I no longer do this because I have practiced the "magic skill of not being ticklish". My mother had no choice but to use the "lifting the quilt method", but she never expected that this method was too old. I had already grabbed the quilt tightly, as if no one could separate us. She was about to collapse, so she had to use her last trick. She pulled my little ears and shouted loudly: "Little lazy pig, it's snowing!" Is it true? My ears were straightened immediately, and my eyes immediately turned to the window. side.

I quickly got dressed without washing or combing my hair, so I stood outside the door with a good mood. The biting cold wind was blowing, and it hurt like a knife on my face. It made me shiver from the cold. At first glance, the whole earth became a world of pink makeup and jade.

The vast fields are covered with layers of thick white carpets, which look like silk, satin, silver, or jade, and they creak when you step on them. The snow that had stopped for a while began to fall again. In the sky, there is a vast expanse of white, one after another, as crystal clear as jade, and the flawless white snowflakes fall from the sky, flying and fluttering... The small snowflakes are like a group of white elves, wearing Wearing a translucent hexagonal hat, it floated lightly in the sky, and finally fell gracefully on the snow-white ground. After a while, the snowflakes changed from sparse to dense, from the size of rice grains to goose feathers, clusters, flickering, like flour. Wow! The ground and mountains are all covered with white snow. The sky connects to the earth, the earth connects to the sky, and the sky and the earth are all white and seamless. I can't see the houses clearly, I can't see the trees clearly, I can't see the earth clearly.

This holiday, I am happy because there are snowflakes accompanying me. In the snowflakes flying all over the sky, in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings, in this silvery fairy tale world. I turned into a snow child, walking blindly, with eyes wide open in surprise, leaving a series of footprints behind me... High School Campus Essay 7

Time flies, and the smoke and clouds send away the fleeting years. , after the summer vacation came to an end, my high school campus life began quietly.

The heavy luggage could not crush my heart that was beating with excitement. I walked in the morning light on the mud leading to a new horizon, full of pride. Birds flew and rabbits flew, and they came to my classroom early before I could organize my words. It was an open place, as if a deep breath could bring me the fragrance mixed with sunshine. The strange classmates in the seats all naturally showed their smiling faces. In an instant, I breathed much more smoothly, and my restless little heart slowed down its beating frequency.

They said hello to me, read my name several times, nodded, and said they remembered my new partner. I laughed with them, put on my volunteer ribbon, stood at a certain intersection, and greeted the new classmates with a smile. As a newbie, I took a pen and jotted down a few things in the palm of my hand in order not to point the wrong way. Although I sweated a lot, I was so happy to see them looking back at me with sincere and grateful eyes!

The quilts in the dormitory have grown from thin to thick. It has been more than half a year since I came to this campus. Although the confusion of my first arrival has faded, I am still not used to the high school dormitory life. Without the care of my parents, and with the uncontrollable decline in my grades, I began to be afraid and no longer dared to envision my future. The efforts of my classmates made me feel that I had not done well, and the teacher's concern seemed to me to be a sign of dislike for my performance in my anxious mind. When asked by my parents, my score made it difficult for me to talk about it. I can memorize every path on campus, but I can't seem to find the correct path for my high school campus life. But every time I talk to my junior high school friends about my recent impatience and helplessness, their encouragement always makes me full of confidence: "I have gone through nine years of study smoothly, what are you still afraid of?"

Maybe it's my parents. The helpless expression stung my eyes, or maybe the pride in my bones did not allow me to give up. In short, I spent most of my year with a smile. Although my grades did not improve, I would always wipe away my tears and raise the corners of my mouth to cheer myself up. Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing. I will keep working hard for my stubbornness and for the dream in my heart.

The spring breeze brings warmth and everything revives. My high school campus life is blooming with its beauty. I will cherish this beauty and spend these three wonderful years of my life with a smile. High School Campus Essay 8

Recalling the past week, my recess was really colorful!

On Monday, I had an interesting recess. That day, Science Teacher Zheng asked us to pick up fallen leaves and do leaf paintings in the life class. During the break, my classmates and I went to the Baicao Garden to search. We saw many leaves of different shapes: some were grass leaves that looked like caterpillars; some looked like butterfly leaves; and some looked like swords. I also saw a small butterfly standing on a butterfly-like leaf, which made me almost not recognize it! This recess was so interesting!

On Tuesday, I had a busy recess. During the recess, I was trying to get out of the classroom to play. Suddenly I was stopped by the teacher, who asked me to be the teacher’s assistant and help him out.

But this busy workload is not a lot at all: the teacher first asked me to distribute homework books, then asked me to clean the office, and then asked me to make some copies... But the hard work was not in vain. At noon that day, the teacher praised me in the whole class Well, you praise my little assistant for being so capable! It turns out that you can also gain happiness even when you are busy!

On Wednesday, I had a happy class break. At noon that day, classmate Xiao Liu told us the good news that Class 2 was going to play football with us during the break. We fans were very happy at that time. The game started during the break, but Class 2’s skills were indeed not very good. We beat them 4-0 within ten minutes. I even scored a goal! It was one of the most fun games I ever had.

On Thursday, I had an intense recess because it was before the school sports meeting and we had to hold a tug-of-war preliminaries. Our class’s opponent is Class 4. At first we thought it was easy to deal with, so we let down our guard. In the first game, we actually lost to Class 4. But in the last two games, we worked together and tried our best, and finally won the fourth class.

On Friday, I had a fun break. During that class break, the teacher organized us to watch a movie called "Rat Squad". It’s about five little mice, each with different superpowers. They travel through the big city and finally find their home. But the recess time was over soon, but the movie was not finished yet. The teacher said to watch it next time. The students were still not satisfied and were looking forward to next Friday, and so was I.

In short, every class break I spend is a wonderful class break for me, whether busy or leisurely, happy or tense. High School Campus Essay 9

A drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun; a flower can embellish the beautiful spring; a screw can drive the operation of the machine. Although the city is as prosperous as three thousand rivers flowing eastward, one can still find that the ordinary is actually beautiful.

With a cold eyebrow and a thousand fingers, he bows his head and is willing to be a Ruzi Niu.

Perhaps he is not as sharp as Lu Xun, who shocked the world literary world, or he may not have extensive and profound cultural accumulation, but he, Niu Yuru, has moved hundreds of millions of Chinese people with his awe-inspiring farewell. Carrying the dream of letting the grassland people live a happy life, she bid farewell to her hometown. She did not make any grand words to please the public, but "silence is better than sound at this time." In the vast grassland, an ordinary person does ordinary things, but achieves extraordinary results. A drop of water can reflect the beautiful brilliance of the sun because of the existence of Niu Yuru.

As long as you work hard enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle.

If ordinary people are also ordinary people, then disabled people are even more ordinary among the ordinary. If it weren't for that Spring Festival Gala, Tai Lihua would have been unknown and lost in the vast sea of ??people. Her slender fingers waved the most beautiful curves in the world. I suddenly smelled the fragrance of the flower of life. What she embellishes is the beautiful spring of the soul. We are ordinary people, but we can also have that beauty. A flower can embellish spring because of the existence of Tai Lihua.

Don’t neglect doing good deeds because they are small.

Yeah, don’t stop doing some good deeds just because you smile. Sometimes a smile is help, a bouquet of flowers is help, a ray of breeze is help. Without a brick, where would the Pentagon be? Without a screw, where would the flying "Shenzhou V" and "Shenzhou VI" come from? It shows that an ordinary thing is beautiful.

Ordinary is not mediocre, it is a character more worthy of respect than greatness. Why is ordinary not beautiful? A drop of water, a flower, a brick, a screw, the dazzling beauty blooms in the silent place of jade! High School Campus Essay 10

Time keeps washing away the beauty of the years. Time flies and the stars change. Entering the second year of high school campus life, I am full of boundless reverie. Walk freely in your own world and speak freely. But the more and more arduous studies entered my world step by step. Those pasts were just beautiful memories, and those ifs were just elusive and out of reach.

Where the best gather, competition becomes increasingly fierce, and the friendship between Yu Hu Bing Xin sometimes cannot stand the test. The days we laughed together and cried together were deeply buried by competition. For success, do whatever it takes, for honor, regardless of you or me. It seems that the faith held tightly by the two immature little hands has been forgotten.

High school life is spent in classrooms, dining halls, and dormitories every day.

The call of the wind, the waving of the grass, and the blooming of flowers are always ignored by the hurried footsteps and anxious mood. Perhaps, such beautiful scenery should not belong to a confident high school student. Studying hard, getting high scores, and going to college are what high school students pursue.

It’s not just competition in terms of grades, even if I have to be the first to run back to the dormitory, be the first to take a shower, be the first to arrive in class... I have to compete, which is really scary. The good thing is that everyone has not forgotten their identity---I am a high school student, and I have not forgotten my ideal---I want to go to college.

Since I entered high school, I have really felt the hardship of learning. Ten subjects, four days of exams. The heavy burden weighed me down. Anxiety and nervousness arise spontaneously. Being immersed in textbooks is not only learning, but also learning. Childhood play has become yearning. High school students are always climbing mountains with mountains beyond them, constantly relying on themselves to move upward.

Time is money, indeed. There are 24 hours in a day, as if in the eyes of a high school student, one more hour can be squeezed in. In order to have more happiness, less sorrow, more satisfaction, and less worry for ourselves in the future, we have no choice, let alone resistance, to such a fate.

Perhaps, three years later, the moment I stepped out of the campus gate, I realized that I had breathed air. High School Campus Essay 11

Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. The same is true for high school residential campus life. It has advantages and conveniences, but it also has its shortcomings.

——Inscription

After two months of summer vacation, I was already tired of my mother’s verbosity at home. My heart is already ready to face the upcoming high school life. I'm like a bird whose wings have grown hard, and I can't wait to break away from my mother's arms. Imagine how bohemian your high school campus life should be.

After moving into the dormitory managed by my mother, I always felt that something was missing, but I couldn’t put it into words. I stayed for the first night feeling excited, nervous and a little uneasy, maybe because I didn't fully adapt. That night, sleepless.

In the morning, the soft sunshine shines on the playground, and the dewdrops on the green grass sparkle under the sunlight. It's a nice day again, but for me who's been up all night, it doesn't lift my spirits at all. He opened the quilt that was pressed against him and climbed up with his tired body. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he welcomed the first day of campus life.

In a sleepy state, the long day passed with faces familiar to each other. The sun also moved from the east to the west, and darkness enveloped the earth. When I returned to the dormitory, what I saw was the bed with its arms open to me. Oh, so comfortable. At this time, my roommate seemed to have endless things to do and was reluctant to go to bed. Suddenly a voice came out, "How much washing powder should I put in?" Ah! God, I still have clothes to wash! I reluctantly climbed out of bed again. The bed and I were like two slices of Pizza Hut pizza being pulled apart, even if we said goodbye, we would be inextricably connected.

I put the dirty clothes into the basin and added water. But how much laundry detergent should you put? I added a tablespoon and the bubbles immediately took over the entire laundry tub. I tried rinsing with water many times, but the bubbles could not be removed. When I washed the clothes again and again and finally got them clean, the lights went dark, but I had only finished washing one piece of clothing.

There is no way to do it tomorrow, so I hung the clothes on the wire outside the room by the moonlight. I opened my mother's neatly folded quilt and found that I hadn't taken a shower yet. Oh my gosh! My life is really messed up. Usually my mother does these things.

At night, lying in bed, I couldn’t help but think of my mother and the life at home. Time in school is very tight, unlike at home. Before going to bed, I used the mobile phone my mother bought specially for me to call my mother. I heard that soft voice again, so familiar. My mother asked me: "How are you at school?" This ordinary greeting touched me so much at this moment. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "I'm fine. I'll get used to it in a few days." Dad was not as worried as his mother, because he knew that this was what a boy must experience when growing up.

In the future, when I encountered difficulties, I thought again and again of the smiles and encouragement my parents gave me, which made me look firmly at the road ahead and face the difficulties. And what has passed will become a fond memory.

High School Campus Essay 12

I don’t know when, why, or who brought me to an unknown sea.

At first I had a small boat, but there was no oar. The only things that could move the boat were my hands, feet and the sea breeze. The sea water seemed to be just thawed, and I couldn't bear to put my hands and feet into the sea. I had to rely on the sea breeze, and I didn't have a sail, so the sea breeze couldn't help me much.

Soon, a miracle seemed to happen, but this miracle was not what I expected. My boat suddenly disappeared, leaving nothing behind for me, it just disappeared without a trace. I fell into the cold water. My limbs seemed to be as cold as the icy sea water. This coldness spread through my whole body along my nerves, including my useless brain.

I don’t know when a big boat arrived. From then on, the cold water gradually became warmer, and this warmth spread throughout my body.

I don’t know whether I should ask for help, I want to be completely warm. But I didn’t. I didn’t know if the people on the ship would welcome me, a person with nothing. I didn’t ask for help, I just followed it closely, hoping to get a little warmth. Soon I discovered that it was just spinning in circles. Maybe it was lost like me, maybe it was also a victim. High School Campus Essay 13

The drizzle of rain fell outside the window again.

The room was dark, giving people a sense of drowsiness, and they didn’t know what their ultimate goal was. Is it just to get a score that satisfies everyone in the next exam, or for something else. There was always a depressing feeling in the classroom, probably because it was an experimental class, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get into the top 20 in the class. He has always been in a position that cannot be remembered by others and has been living an ordinary life.

Occasionally I would look up and see the bright sunshine outside the window, but it could never cover up the depressing atmosphere in the classroom. About a year ago, the English teacher said that he would show us English movies. As a result, we watched the students from other classes happily watching one movie after another. A classmate in the class made suggestions to the English teacher, but was criticized by her. It seemed that there was no hope for us. Listening to that non-standard English every day makes me go crazy. But the English in our class is surprisingly good, probably because of the rigid practice of answering questions every day.

How should I put it? This is probably a trend. Parents of students want to give gifts to teachers. The "little princess" in our class can do nothing without doing exercises every day, but another girl in our class doesn't. I was punished for several classes because of one or two absences, and I ran out of class during the entire class period. It's too unfair, but we can't say anything.

I probably owed it to mathematics in my previous life, otherwise why would it make things so difficult for me? Although I have spent most of my time on mathematics, it still holds me back every time. There is really nothing I can do about it. It seems that we are like two parallel lines, always looking far away but never intersecting, and that's all I can do.

I still remember the happy times when I was a child, but they are long gone now. Although only my mother is still kind to me and devoted to me as always, and I am willing to study hard for her, even though I am exhausted, But I believe I am willing to sacrifice everything for her, even my life.

High school life is always boring, and my classmates are all fighting for good grades. Although I don’t have any ambitious goals, at least I still have my own dreams. I will still continue to work hard, even though it may be in vain. At least I still have a chance.