May flowers bloom and composition from the breeze.

If you sow a seed of hope, if you are full of joy and sweat for your dreams, you will know that hard work is the most proud contribution in front of your dreams.

Finally, I decided to write something to pay homage to or miss the dead junior high school, or the glittering junior high school in early summer. It was a sultry summer, and I couldn't calm down for a long time when I looked at the admission notice that I had been chasing for three years. Perhaps it is because the results of the senior high school entrance examination are not ideal, and the restless heart is like a cicada chirping from time to time outside the window, beating one build and what did not build, mixed with anxiety and helplessness. Because, compared with my inexperience, this year is too unforgettable.

This year is a year of silent war.

This year is a year when eager hearts compete with each other.

And for me, a nerd in other people's eyes,

This year, it is a year that is incompatible with 586 points.

It's long summer, cicadas are singing, and frost is red all over the sky in September. Like many freshmen in Grade Three, I stepped into a new class with fear of Grade Three and full ambition. Except for the repainted desks and chairs, I am full of strangers-all new classmates. Although the environment is strange, because of the unknown life in the third grade, I meditated in my heart again and again: "I want to succeed." When I say these four words slowly in my mind, I feel a sense of fullness that I have never felt before, such as the ease of soaking in the spring breeze, which makes me more confident. Moreover, my accurate sixth sense always tells me that I will succeed! !

But nothing will go as smoothly as expected.

Although I didn't think of the first unified examination in the first semester of Grade Three as a blockbuster, I was still shocked. The arrangement of the preliminary examination room is sorted according to the naked score of the final exam of senior two. I didn't expect that I was the second in the new class, and I was somewhat complacent. However, since then, this "unexpected" has also created more "unexpected". Many people who are not arrogant in my eyes on weekdays have become my people, and "unexpected" has only experienced a short half. Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't give up. I just added a little enthusiasm to my heart. Although I am unwilling, my mouth is silent. After that, study hard as always, but the number of absenteeism in class is getting less and less every day, and the carelessness after class no longer exists. I only remember: I haven't succeeded yet!

As far as I can remember, in the third grade, I sincerely resisted making all the friends and wooing others with all kinds of rhetoric, because at that time, for me, other students were enemies of the senior high school entrance examination. Actually, think about it, if you can keep it true all the time, maybe the ending will be more pleasing to you. However, there is no "if" in the world. Looking back, that beauty or desolation is beyond touch after all.

The final exam came as scheduled. For me, it carries a more special meaning-it is a further review of my recent efforts, and its significance is self-evident. The scene of the answer sheet has long been forgotten, and there are only more and more nervous nerves in my mind, followed by going back to school and getting the report card. On that day, the four floors were particularly towering. I walked up the stairs step by step, my heart thumped and my breathing became heavier. It was not until I heard the rumors of my classmates about my grades that I was relieved: "Eight-nine is close." As a result, it is conceivable that the whole grade 12 students have changed my learning style, which is of great significance to me. On the one hand, this undoubtedly increased my confidence in myself, on the other hand, it also made me give up the sublimation of my own strength-after that, I spent a seemingly colorful summer vacation, but it was a world of difference, as if all my ambitions were nothing under the temptation of computers.

Go back to school again and enter the countdown of grade three. Listening to the students discussing the study tasks completed in the winter vacation, I had to smile bitterly, but I knew I still had a chance to sprint.

The war finally spread.

From the schoolmaster to the scum, from high flyers, who topped the list for a long time in the past, to the wandering teenagers who are depressed all day, everyone's eyes are full of unprecedented ambitions, and they are all immersed in books, swimming around the sea from morning till night, and eating textbooks. The thickness of the test paper is increasing day by day, but after complaining, it becomes hard work. The school hung two bright banners for us. Among the teachers under the banner, there are not only 62 students sitting, but also 62 hearts hidden.

"No one wants to fail when one has tasted success." After making progress again and again, my goal naturally fully shows greed. I meditated before 10. If I am gentle in the second day of the first grade, I dare not even think about it. Once I stop, I become more and more mediocre. However, this is the third day, and this is my brand-new self. "When your talent can't support your ambition, then study hard." Of course I knew this, so I did it. At that time, the breeze stroking my cheek while riding a bike was my good friend, singing softly for me; At that time, my mother's phone call in the early morning and my father's warm greetings were eternal warmth, which accompanied me; At that time, getting up early in the morning to study was my most painful but happy thing ... At that time, I forgot to eat and sleep, slept less than three hours a night, and had a bad appetite. Fortunately, I beat them. Finally, the second model, grade nine, class two, 62 counties.

At the end of the review, I decided to wave my hand and bid farewell to my previous femininity, just to go all out. The physical examination is ready to start. Sports has always been my weakness. I have never failed in the long jump of less than 65,438+0.40,800 meters, and my performance in the front seat is average. This is the most contrary to my pride in the examination room. Although there are always breathless times, the spirit of the black mamba warns me: never give up. Intensive training day after day not only didn't make me fall to the ground easily, but also made me get up faster. In order to stimulate my potential, I added review content to my boring running. What I left behind when I galloped past was no longer just gasps, but ancient poems. That sound may be enough to shock myself. Once and for all, one day, the physical examination came as scheduled. 43 points. I firmly believe that there will be a phoenix only if it has been burned.

I will always remember that runway, just like the long journey of the senior high school entrance examination. Even after the most difficult period, always remember the honor of the finish line and never give up.

This is a different early summer, and the sunshine shines with youthful light like me.

Finally, the end. Finally, my awe of the upcoming senior high school entrance examination, and finally my reluctance and attachment to the third grade.

In the classroom, my heart is getting restless, as if I were going to lose to myself before leaving; In the corridor, the sound of tearing books echoed with their laughter. However, in that smile, why did I clearly see the sadness?

Graduation season, my thoughts are like wandering in Xia Feng, bidding farewell to the third grade and welcoming the senior high school entrance examination.

I never thought that in the face of the important senior high school entrance examination, I could be so indifferent, and all my anxiety and worries suddenly vanished, leaving only inner peace. What a surprise! On the evening of 20th, I calmly packed my exam supplies, said good night to the world and fell asleep peacefully. It seems that the next day, instead of taking the entrance exam, I went to a dinner party and my graduation party.

On that day, there was no unexpected anxiety. In front of my eyes, there is nothing but a blank test paper to write; In my ear, there is only the rustle of answers; In my heart, there is nothing but wanting to play. The last bell rang through the campus, and the wind in my ear and the noise around me turned into a pool of water, like a spring breeze. I smiled: it's over. I already have the answer in my heart: God will care for girls who work hard sincerely.

The next month, when the Spring Breeze was flying, it was full of sweet memories and satisfaction. The result is not important, even if it is not proportional to the effort, I am trying every penny. The world kissed me in pain, and I want to sing.

Not for stopping, but for the distance, pursuing more beauty. When the clouds are light and the wind is clear, there will always be a girl who firmly believes that if I bloom, the wind will come; If I'm great, I'll arrange it myself.