High school, fighting like a knight

When I was young, I liked to watch martial arts. I often imagined myself as a hero who would be a big man in the sky. After all the hardships, I was invincible. Or, I hope that I can treat life with a knight's attitude - calm, open-minded, persistent, and treat the difficulties and setbacks on the road of growth with the indomitable spirit of a warrior.

The youth of the flower season, when I still dreamed of Zhou Xingchi like in the movie "Kung Fu", from which foreigner who got a "Crazy Palm", and then a world of invincible, unconsciously coming to the third year , gave me a chance to "how the knight is made." Or, the third year of high school is like a high-ranking person who has dreamed of thousands of times. With his wisdom, I set a challenge in my growth. After I challenged, I realized how to become a knight. But this countless number of high-ranking people who have appeared in my dreams, I vaguely understand that although he is not the most powerful enemy of our lives, his powerful appearance is enough to make a young man with only one knight’s blood squatting. . However, what I didn’t understand at first was that people who met this “enemy” often used the most honest and heavy words, the most sincerely missed to commemorate this period of time, to remember them and the high school senior. The friendship, and the bits and pieces with him.

Youth is ignorant, years go by, when I stand at the intersection of the high three, when I understand that I will meet the high man and will become the knight I am eager, I am a little happy: I am going to get the most wanted from him. The secret of quick success." From the moment I first met, I lost my fearless dreams, because the scores of this time are deeply tormenting me, especially my unsatisfactory math scores can make me feel bad. . Failure is naturally common. After I met it, I found out that the third year of high school is like an old man with a strange personality. I obviously thought that I should have a reward when I paid for it, but I was often beaten by his challenge. This made me innocent to take care of my dreams. I can only admit that I have tried again and again. s failure.

I remember that in the afternoon of my first year of high school, I was immersed in those exercises and pondered. Drinking a cup of cold water, but can not alleviate my restless heart. The air is filled with a faint scent of a neutral pen, the nose is very sensitive, but the brain is chaotic. I just instinctively scratched my ears, rubbed my temples, fidgeted, and left and right.

Fortunately, after being confused by him, after countless times of overwhelming, after the tears of failure more than the joy of success, I gradually found some doorways, although he still led me, I slowly Can take your own path calmly. When to read books, when to practice, and when to recite words, they are gradually becoming orderly.

I often remember the mornings when the rain was so thin. I carried a big bag and ran wildly on the campus of the sky, enjoying the happiness that only I could understand. Those failed pictures, frustrated pictures, and crying pictures flashed one by one, and disappeared one after another. Then, I will sort out my hair, lift my head slightly, lift a heavy bag on my shoulder, and walk quickly to the classroom. Because the third year taught me, I had the courage to accept everything, and in the last move to reverse those oncoming blows.

I also remember that when my voice sounded in the silent corridor, then the sounds around me were noisy, and countless "I" hands held textbooks, reading them as no one else. At the moment of passing by, he looked up at the other person's face, familiar or strange, and then immersed himself in his textbook. At this time, I feel that every student who has experienced high school has mastered the essentials of becoming a knight, and is familiar with it over and over again. And the people who came out to "teach" me a few tricks every day seem to have become a corner not far from me. I watched my focus after watching. It seems that the breeze sweeping through my ears is that he is smiling and mixed. Blessings and praises.

Finally, when I was 18 years old, I had a crazy summer vacation, and I was like a knight who had experienced the battle of the field and smoked. When I applauded me around the world, I chose to leave lightly. I quietly arranged this way. 17-year-old lush years. Like those people, use the simplest and full of emotions to record this piece of chivalrous enthusiasm, whether it is frustrated to find the direction, or occasionally arrogant.

The third year of high school is a blessing for everyone who faces him. Without this unforgettable time, without this high-ranking person hiding behind him, without the spirit of being strong, persistent, and hard-working, I would not understand that growth is not only the excitement and excitement after growing up, but It is the heart of growth.