Unbeaten, a Fudan girl’s high school life

I don't know how to write it. To be precise, I don't know what kind of text to use to completely string together the mood of the year, let them hang like a beautiful crystal without losing the original taste, let you share, let you understand.

When I wrote the first character in this hot August, I suddenly noticed that there were many unknown flowers in the window, red, yellow, pink, blue, and green. Together, full of beautiful colors. God, when are these flowers open? This kind of momentum should not be only a few days.

I don't know if these flowers are so beautifully open this year. If so, I think I should thank them. I smelled a lot of sweet smell in the air, and a very beautiful word suddenly popped up: unbeaten!

Unbeaten.

Unbeaten! I think I can finally calm down and tell you many stories that happened in the past year. I think no matter what happens in the future, every bit of the year, a little bit, I am again. I will not forget it.

In the week before the start of the third year, a parent meeting was held.

It was a very serious parent meeting, no one was absent, and no one was late for the parent meeting. At that meeting, the class teacher mobilized almost all the emotions of the parents. The importance of the third year of high school is not to be overstated. The so-called "Golden high school, defeated high school", no matter how brilliant the children in the past, no matter how failed they are. The class teacher, such a thin girl, actually leaned on the side of the podium and said that it was two hours of high morale. It is nothing but let us believe that everything is possible, miracles or evils will be played in this year. It’s like a debut.

In order to let each student clearly understand their position in the class, grade, and even in the district and the city, the school has carefully produced a ranking table for each grade of high school and high school. Now think about it, I have to admire the level of detail of the watch. The total score, the score, the ranking of each grade, and the average score in the grade, and even the carefully designed performance curve chart, and finally a detailed analysis of the comprehensive ranking. It was a painstaking effort to pack a piece of paper densely.

The father came back from school with a sullen face. The situation is not as optimistic as I expected: the ranking is 290. Terrible location.

"There is hope. The teacher said, anything is possible." The father said that he believed in me, but I did not know if I should believe in myself again. However, there is no way out. We are children who have passed the river and cannot turn back.

I only have to spur the horse and fight for it. Only when I can afford to be a parent, I can afford to be a teacher. The most important thing is to be worthy of myself.

In the long preparation period of eleven years, I finally got to the point where I was going to start the battle and fight hard. I must say goodbye to my sloppy, irresponsible past.

I rushed to fight in the event of a defeat, but the battle has begun, and I can’t hide.

The third year is really different.

For the third year, writing an article is definitely a luxury and a waste. I have to admire the power of the third year. The number of reminders on the desk has accumulated. I have picked up the pens and manuscript papers and resolutely say goodbye to them. The silver-white pen with a good-looking dragon pattern was too heavy. When I picked it up, it was a little powerless, so I decided to give up.

At the beginning of the third year of high school, almost everyone was eager to eagerly try. Everyone was so arrogant that they didn’t go to Fudan University. I put a big slogan on the bedside to "kill into Fudan" and shouted several times before getting up early and going to sleep to increase my little confidence. All the dreams are abstracted into the sacred school that they have identified under the pressure of the joint examination. When I heard all the information about Fudan at that time, I immediately became excited and excited, as if everything was eclipsed by the dazzling aura of the school.

I never thought about the huge difference between the score of the 290th and Fudan. The students around me didn't seem to realize the terrible battle of the one-man army. We clung to the dreams of our hearts, and Xianglin squatted with "I want XX". The kind of psychology and the tension that was created by it was something that no one can experience without the experience of the third year.

The first real contest from the third year soon came.

Midterm test for the first semester. An exam that we thought was prepared well but was slain.

Our rankings have changed like a teacher's previous predictions. Many of the classmates in the class who had never been seen before, such as the same black horse, suddenly made everyone stunned, and between the floating and the squatting, many people began to become practical. Peking University’s school gates are indeed artistic, but not everyone can feel the elegance there. The porridge is so boring that every high school student is embarrassed before the huge gap between reality and dream.

I am one of the very few people who still hold on to fantasy. Please note that I use the word "fantasy", which is something that was absolutely impossible at the time. It stands to reason that I am in the high school and the second year of high school and high school. I have been in the middle of the second and third hundred, but in the third year of high school, it is still a small national leader. The school should not have any illusions. But God knows how I would have such a revolutionary optimism. I stubbornly hold the idea of ​​"every test, go forward 50", I am crazy about it, stupidly proud.

Later facts also proved that it was because of his scary optimism that he had the motivation to persevere, and it was absolutely impossible to gradually flash out the dawn of hope.

The next days began to become more and more dull, simpler and simpler.

Every morning, I panted into the classroom where I sat down, put my bags, practiced, and started to calculate. The similar but not identical days are now abstracted into draft papers that have always been written intricately. The formulas and exercises that have been erased on the blackboard, the teacher’s sentence is from the heart of the dragonfly and always floats in the air. The chalk in the cray.

The humorous cells of the classmates were trained to be extremely sharp in this simple environment. Once any small details of the small details were caught, they were immediately exaggerated and expanded, and then attracted the sensation of the whole. An article by a writer about "putting a fart/dog fart/farting dog" has led to the crazy behavior of the whole class to laugh at the table and to break the legs. The teacher said that this is a manifestation of the S3 syndrome, because our life is too singular, so anything that can be aroused by embarrassment will bring us immeasurable happiness.

The short time after two classes every Friday afternoon was designated as "Game Day", and we racked our brains to bring things to school. There is a "baby coin" pediatric game that is especially popular with us. Put a few corners, a dollar coin on the table, use a few pieces of rubber to set up the goal, regardless of boys and girls all screaming at the table, laughing and having fun. I can't understand myself. How can we be satisfied with the adult rituals that have been held? It is so hysterical to laugh.

"When you play, you play hard, and you learn hard when you study." It is an irrefutable truth that our third year students believe in.

The number on the countdown card of the entrance exam is getting smaller and smaller, and we have no time. The teacher yelled at us: "What should I do?"

Then one day, I did not know who put a bunch of fresh lily in the classroom, the white lily of the perfume. Throughout the fall, the classroom has always been surrounded by the calmness of the lily. We carelessly calculate the day after day in a faint sweet fragrance. No one deliberately pays attention to the bundle of lilies, but it and its taste are really branded in everyone's heart.

I don't know what words to use to accurately express the feelings of that stage. It may be "steady." I still shouted "Killing into Fudan" when I got up early and slept late every day, but I stopped chanting "Fudan" over and over again. Everyone carefully collects their dreams in their hearts and uses their own methods to do their best. Progress and honor are all things that we can't grasp. Only the day that we can see and hold is the day we can see and hold. I can see my classmates and myself working hard on this day's simple days. My achievements have steadily climbed in this sense of realism, and I am moving slowly and slowly. This feeling, now I think of it, is really good.

The days of the second semester of the third year of the third year have changed a lot compared to the calm of the first semester, adding a lot of incitement and uneasiness.

The first round of combing the knowledge and the second round of systematic mastery of the comprehensive questions have already come to an end, and the third round of intense examinations and the bombing of the sea tactics came one after another.

It was an indescribable day.

The curriculum was changed to such a terrible form as "words counted outside +1+1 self-study self-study". The teacher usually does not summarize what we are going to do in class. It is just a stack of exams for each class. I don't know how the teacher will have so many exam papers. We have to do it once for each volume in each district, analyze it again, and then check it again. There are other city and national examination papers, and even the strange test questions in the unseen study newspapers have been collected by the teacher for us.

A quiz in one lesson, a quiz in which two classes are linked together, a unified self-study exam in the whole year, all the exam papers must be counted, and the teachers can't wait for the quiz to let the students alternate with each other. The score became the most stimulating and least valuable thing in the hot and cold season of the winter and spring.

That is really a powerful stimulus.

Carry n words every day, do n test papers every day, and complete n revisions every day.

The plan is painted on the same scale, and the same is done with the marker when it is finished. The shocking levers and the red glamour on the test papers were filled with every drop of the dusk and the morning, paving the way for the only beautiful flowers that the school and the family could see.

A yellow paper that is as high as a mountain, immersed in the moldy air and slowly moved. Sometimes the endorsement of tears at home is falling, and the books are all thrown out of the window. However, as long as you meditation several times, "Fudan" will immediately calm down. I carried a heavy head, a blank heart, and I was willing to bury it in the room to be smashed over and over again. "The person who is also abcd", persistent and persistent, I don't understand how a person who is so accustomed to me will suddenly It became so dangerous and sitting, and it was earth-moving.

That is the most memorable period of the third year.

Up to now, I have sat in the air-conditioned room and arranged the books of the third year of high school. I still admire my perseverance and courage. A few big books are full of notes, half a meter high, each carefully carefully, carefully carefully revised and analyzed papers, as well as a dictionary of 16 mathematics classics, each question has Four or five solutions were seen no less than 10 times. In the cold winter and the weird spring, I used the cracked hands and rough handwriting to weave the only dream in my heart with one word and one word. I think this is the influence and change that the third year brought to me.

Grow is the balance of sorrow and nostalgia / when it tilts down sloping / those nights that have lost the moonlight / what kind of sound to soothe /

I like the song of the old wolf. In those days, the old wolf made me quiet and let me relieve. I think if you want to use a person's voice to give me a high school score, the old wolf, it is suitable. Calm under the calm.

I took the 290th shame and made a final fight with a feeling of ruin and reality. I took a close look at the weight in my hand, nothing, only work hard. I think that everyone who has worked hard for the third year has experienced the narrow beauty that intercepts all the retreats, and they are all feeling the tragic feelings in the final mood.

Filling in volunteers is a terrible thing, far more complicated than I thought, and people can't stand it.

I thought that I would fill in the words of "Fudan University" in the first choice, and then continue to pursue my dreams. I even imagined what kind of words I would use to fill up if my parents objected or the teacher disapproved, and what kind of words would be used to refute. However, that is all the thoughts of volunteering. "Thinking" is "thinking" and "reality" is "reality."

In fact, filling in the process of volunteering has indeed become the most important thing in my senior year.

The teacher repeatedly stressed that I must measure my position based on the scores and rankings of the previous major exams and all the performances of the first and second grades. My confidence disappeared in the sorting and comparison again and again. Can I? Can I? In the "Break into Fudan" banner, my answer is less than one, and the weak voice is shattered in the cruel reality.

The attitude that the teachers originally encouraged at this time all came a 180-degree turn. They talked to you, used the rate of progression, and tried to scare you with the failures of the previous few years, letting you experience the horror of "a misstep into a thousand hates."

"Conservative, conservative, and conservative." became the first principle of reporting volunteers.

My situation is somewhat desperate. The poor background of the whole family is not enough to cause any kindness, and the results are weak and not shouting. In the long-term half-year effort, the top 80 of the top grades were exchanged, but in the shadow of 290 and the unattainable threshold of Fudan, they became weak.

Beginning with the continuation of allies.

Some of them gave up the five-point promise of a school at a certain point, some because their father knew the soul of a certain university, and because they were confused by the soft and hard entanglement of the teachers, in short, they gave up.

I suddenly became isolated and helpless. My father even took me to Huazheng to receive a 10 point bonus form, and told me the endless days of studying law all the time. In the end, even the principal said: "You have only 30% hope for Fudan. You have to think clearly."

In those few days, my nerves became more fragile, and I was hesitant in the unpredictable dreams and the relative insurance regression. A Huazheng schoolmaster used this to comfort me: "Fill in our school first. If you really take a high score, you can't go to the Fudan door to cry!"

So, I chose to give up. I dare not let Fudan be like a beautiful fairy tale only in the verbal, I dare not use the unconfident eggs to touch the hard and incomparable stone. I can't stand the desperation that comes from heaven to hell in the event of failure. In the cheers of the all-in-one approval, I trembled and wrote the name of the school that I had never thought of, and the words "betrayal" exploded in my mind.

After handing over the form, I sat alone for two hours and sneaked to the campus of Fudan for an afternoon to mourn the destruction of my dream.

Fudan is so beautiful. The overwhelming cuckoo is quietly open on campus, just right against the imaginary and sacred Fudan campus. My tears flowed down. I am not willing, I am not willing to have a 12-year dream, so I was completely shattered by a thin piece of paper. I am not willing to be "insurable" in the past three years of desperate struggle. Rumored for reasons. I know that there is nothing that can replace the important position of Fudan in my heart. If I really enter any other school in a high school, the regret is that I can sit at the door of Fudan to cry. What?

I know that a hot Sunday afternoon, for me, means a victory for obsessive faith. Now think of it, the quiet and beautiful Fudan in that afternoon helped me to make an important decision that belongs to me.

I finally returned to my volunteer watch under the eyes of everyone. I solemnly filled in the four forms of "Fudan University" that I was excited about on the form. That's really the most comfortable and beautiful four words I have written in 12 years. These four words are also the most important decision I have made over the years by my own will, a decision that reflects the initial weight of my life.

I want what I want, even if it is hit in the face of reality, even if it is lost in the joint examination room, this is my own choice.

There will be no more worth writing in the days to come. We have handed over the volunteer list, there is nothing worth worrying about, and reading a good book, doing a good job, relaxing, everything is as simple as that.

As for the three days that countless people call it black, I think there is tension, but for us who have experienced a lot of battles, when it is a special simulation test, it is enough to face it. I felt that I was really calm at the time. I did all the exams without worrying. The invigilator showed a rare smile. "Is it finished?" "Well." My high school is over. When I walked out of the examination room, my feet were a little soft and my heart creaked. The whole body is like a skeleton that has been taken away. Tired like a hill, I am tired, really tired. I handed over the exam paper, as if I had left half of my life. More than three hundred days and nights full of sweat and tears!

The feeling of rushing to the sea came over and drowned me silently.

After getting Fudan’s notice, I finally couldn’t help but see the familiar classroom. The last room in the south corridor of the fifth floor went in, and the youth of the third year of high school flowed away from here. In the glass bottle on the podium, a bunch of lavender forget-me-nots were accidentally inserted, and the small green petals were scattered in the place and gently swayed in the wind.

My friends and I have walked through one of the toughest years in such a room with flowers all year round. Now, some of them have gone to Beijing, some have gone to Nanjing, or they have stayed in a distant corner of Shanghai. I think of my classmates burying their heads in the messy draft paper to calculate the tension of the water. I think of the situation where I put my ankle on the stool in the front seat and slammed the political situation. I carefully put this small house. Every little bit of sour and bitter stories that have been so realistically staged are deeply buried in my heart. They are the best testimony of my unforgettable high school year.

We have all gathered here because of a common goal. Now, everyone has to go to the future with new goals. All good things come to an end. At the graduation party, many boys left tears, joy, and pain. After all, the truth of this paragraph is the most weighty life we ​​have ever walked together.

The more than three hundred days and nights of the third year of high school, just like a flower of a colorful flower, is in everyone's heart. Maybe not every flower is beautiful and earth-shattering, not every flower can bear fruit. But those flowers really bloomed in the softest part of everyone's heart, and they really left some sweet flowers. The shadow of these flowers, together with the high school, is a pair of mature eyes that we use to see the world today. This unforgettable influence will affect every choice we make in the future, every decision.

The flowers have passed. We admit it, ignore it, as long as it blooms, it will be unbeaten!