Aftertaste

The senior high school entrance examination is the first major test of my life. Whether it is successful or not, it has brought me profound memories.

In the class meeting, we have an appointment: on the eve of the exam, everyone must shout: "I can do it!" On the afternoon of the test, we shouted the first "I can do it," and the classroom was full. Heroic, just like a soldier waiting for a levy, eager to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds for the country, the heart will be filled with perseverance and confidence. I took the admission ticket and walked into the examination room. Quietly surprised in the examination room, although it is a test seat, but everyone is a serious face, as if there is an inevitable killing after a while. After the test, my face was a little more stunned. I kept asking myself: "Is it really necessary for the exam to be taken tomorrow?" Look at the countdown on the blackboard. The number has changed from 30 to 1, and I am silent in my heart. Dao: "It’s almost time to test us."

The second day of the test language, the examination room is still yesterday's battle, just a scene of a live drama: a short boy shook his head and went out to the toilet with an untidy step, and then ran back later, it looked a bit funny. So everyone's eyeballs were satisfied in this run, helping us to send a difficult wait. At this time, the test bell rang and the teacher distributed the draft paper and papers. The bell rang again and the wisdom began to flow from the pen. I only felt the tip of the pen running, and all the pens seemed to be playing a test of speed and skill. Although I am a little nervous, I have gradually faded in the voice of my companion Shasha, not to mention holding a pen in my hand? This is the sword in the hands of the soldiers. After the exam, I collected my stationery and walked out of the examination room with a sense of fulfillment and accomplishment.

On the day of the mathematics test, Tiangong did not make beauty, and it started to rain. I answered the question in a single dress, the door was facing me, the cold wind poured from the door and got into my cuffs and collar. The tension and coldness in the answer made me feel hot for a while, and the exam was a torment for me. I don’t know how long it’s been in the torment. The ringing at the end of the exam is ringing, and there are still a few “hard stones” left on the test paper. I returned to the classroom with a look of regret and annoyance.

Although the senior high school entrance examination is over, the struggle still has to continue. There are still many things worth thinking about and recollecting.