examination

Exam, more familiar words.

For the exam, I have a six-point love and a four-point fear.

Examinations, whether small or large, give people the opportunity to test their own learning. It can always be thought-provoking.

But because of the exam, I don't know how many times I fell from it, so I lost my frustration and frustrated, and I was alone in my sadness. The final exam has passed, but there is no sense of relaxation, and the tension is still haunting. I don't know what to worry about. . The first day of the holiday. Suddenly, I returned to the scene of the night before the night, and I saw a guy holding a pen in his hand. He didn’t know what the strokes were on the book. He sometimes read and back with the book, and his hand was written on the table. Keep moving. The busy figure on the wall, a portable pen, a book in one hand, the desk is filled with practice rolls, and I keep doing it. Twist when the waist is sour, put your hand on the back of your head, stretch and continue to be busy. Although those nights were really busy, my inner strength was always able to support me and I was happy.

The next morning, I woke up from my sleep. I quickly opened the quilt and went out to the table to look for the test papers. I carefully analyzed it and found that the answer I answered was wrong. I was anxiously overwhelmed, but I thought about it: in the past, let It’s past. The hand held the forehead, and I sighed deeply. The house is surprisingly quiet, and the echo of the sigh is very loud. I stared at the corner of the wall, but the busy shadow reappeared. I was speechless and more frustrated. The heart is invisibly blamed.

In the afternoon, the sun shone on the stairs, and a lot of warm sunshine shone on the body, seemingly to appease the wounded heart and comfort the sad heart. The wind slid through the cheeks, leaving only a cool, but took away my most beautiful hope. I hate the wind at this time. I hate it for stealing the warmth of my body. I hate it for leaving me with a bitter shame. The eyes glanced around, but I saw the green grass, I was lost in thought.

The third day came quietly. Turning on the computer, a classmate sent a transcript, I looked at the ruthless scores composed of numbers, each group of numbers stung my heart, especially the conspicuous total score, which made me feel falling to the bottom, that Abyss. The eyes stared at the string of dry numbers, without a trace of surprise, but with a very sad feeling, I quickly closed the chat window and sat quietly in the chair. Head up to the ceiling, disappointment in my heart, my mind is full of that string of numbers, constantly separated and combined. I close my eyes: I recognize it, maybe you are like this. I couldn't find the feeling of the day before, I couldn't find the atmosphere of the previous day, the atmosphere became dignified and suppressed. The sky was not blue that day, and the wind continued to blow. The building stood alone, and the eyes inspected the distance.

Third day: youquankun