My country life

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My life in the country is coming to an end. Looking back, the time is like a day and a month, the time is so fast, I feel that yesterday is still a new life, and I am going to graduate. Three years of life in the middle of the country is so happy, but happy. It’s short-lived. I always feel that I am on the first day, but I am leaving.
I remember when I first entered the campus, I went into the campus. I felt a novelty. I feel that everything is so good. But I feel a stranger. The teacher is strange, the classmate environment is strange. Everything is strange. I don't. I know that those strangers will be my teachers, those will be my classmates and friends. Just my sense of strangeness has turned into a kind of expectation. I look forward to new teachers, new classmates and friends, and look forward to new learning. Life. The next day I saw a new teacher, revealed new classmates and friends, took a new book, and started my new life. I spent a new year with a new mood.
It was the second day. The strange feelings have all disappeared, and the freshness is only half. Because I am familiar with the teachers, classmates, and the environment. So I am bold in doing anything. From the previous listening to the teacher, the students who have studied seriously become good. I always have bad students in my heart; I don’t learn bad students who don’t want to go up and don’t listen to love. So after only one year, the teacher’s opinion on me has changed a lot, and the teacher’s constant change. Next, I am constantly changing. It is not getting better but it is getting worse. The teacher hates me more and more and I hate the teacher more and more. Since then, my teacher and I have been constantly clashing. My achievements are also The day-to-day decline. The "image" in my teacher's heart is also deepening day by day. In this way, my unsatisfactory results have ended the tragic life of the second day.
After entering the third year, I have another feeling, that is, the sense of crisis. This feeling comes from the teacher's repeated conversations with me about the irony in the classroom and the bitterness of the father and family. Their practice stems from the senior high school entrance examination. This is also the beginning of my thoughts; if I can't take the high school, where should I go? So I made a decision: I worked hard to study hard. But my determination was shaken and destroyed by the teacher's irony and nothing. I think I am a bad student. High school is so far away for me. Let me have a kind of rebellious mentality for the teacher. After the mid-term exam, my grades are very poor. The teacher asked me to call my parents, my father did not come. My parents don't care about me, I haven't saved. Actually, I have changed. Because when I told my dad to let him go, my father told me a lot. That made me feel a deep feeling. My father’s love and hope for my son. So I made up my mind once. I tried my best to let the teacher recognize me, but the teacher was indifferent. I also thought about giving up when I was indifferent to the teacher. Whenever I give up first dad Dad’s words will ring in my ear, and I will rekindle, because I don’t want to let my father down. After my efforts, my final results have improved a lot, which makes my determination more determined. I think my efforts and achievements will make the teacher change my opinion on me. But what I didn't expect is that in the last class of the first semester of the third year, the teacher said to me in front of the class. Words: You have not left a good impression on me in these three years. This sentence made me feel very uncomfortable. I was thinking at the time: What impression did you leave for me? I go home every day. I am thinking about this sentence, I really don't know what to do. How can I end my three years of life in China?
Wu Zhenya
February 23, 2008

My country life

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