Senior four, just starting again

Senior four, just starting again

“We are arriving at the East Gate station of Peking University.” I put my hands in my trouser pocket and walked out of the MRT station. The adults said that putting their hands into the trouser pocket is a cool thing. In fact, for the children who are walking in loneliness, we are only the only one in the trouser pocket. I took the car from the East Gate, flying in the Yanyuan, Boya Tower, Library, Centennial Hall... The place that I thought about day and night, now just rushing over my shoulder. When I went to Peking University, I often received calls from my schoolmates from my hometown. The theme is nothing more than how to get into the Beijing University. "You can endure hardships." The opening remarks are always so simple and understatement. The college entrance examination is a matter of self-awareness. The difference is that I have eaten more than a year.

Falling into the list

In June 2008, I took the expectations of the whole family to take the college entrance examination. 569 points - the first college entrance examination, I ended up with a score that could not go to any of the key universities in Beijing. My grandmother told me that when I was eight years old, others asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I always said with a small mouth that I was going to Beijing to go to college. This is the bridge that my family often mentions at the dinner table. I don't want to understand the concept of "going to go to Beijing to go to college" where an eight-year-old little broken child came from. I just want to write a perfect ending for this bridge.

I was absent from the volunteering day. I asked my parents for a thousand dollars. I spent more than 300 yuan to buy a ticket to Suzhou and went straight to Hanshan Temple. "The moon fell into the sky, and the fire was on the river. The Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the night and half bells arrived at the passenger ship." The poet Zhang Jijin fell to the list, and came to Suzhou with disappointment, looking at the ancient maple bridge in the night. Send out this sigh of sorrow. I walked in the quiet night of Suzhou City, and I was sympathetic to the mood of the ancients. I thought about my year of preparation for the exam. Because of the good foundation, the first half of the semester was quite smooth; the second half of the semester began to become nervous and anxious. After the failure of the model, the disappointment pushed me into the bottom of the valley. The second model turned over and did not play beautifully. Finally, I greeted the college entrance examination. I bought a booklet of Hanshan Temple on the side of the road. I got a solace from the introduction of Zhang Ji’s book. After the election, Zhang Ji went to war and finally went to Tianbao Jinshidi. I took the booklet into the pocket and decided to go into the storm again.

Letter southwest Wangjingcheng

I didn’t discuss it with my parents. Just because of the impulsive impulse of Aries, I went back to the classroom of the third year. The classroom changed, and the textbooks piled up in the mountains were still there; the classmates changed, but the posture of hard work was still there; the teacher changed, and the words of the teachings did not change. In the first mid-term exam of the third year of high school, I suddenly ranked first in the grade. This result did not bring me a little bit of joy.

After returning from Suzhou, I turned down all the class reunions. When my former comrades were celebrating the victory and recalling Gao Sanyu University, I hid in my own house and looked at the accumulation in the third year. The next volume. The test papers were piled up with half a person so high. I picked out the wrong questions and re-do it again. I found out that there were loopholes to read the book immediately. In this way, I spent a summer vacation and passed the knowledge that I had no time to figure out in the previous year, and I read it for a year more than the current classmates. The first grade is the reason.

The new class teacher called me to the office and said, "The mathematician has the world of liberal arts." My math is very good, and the foundation of other subjects is also good. It is very promising to test a Peking University Tsinghua University. I just nodded lightly with a smile. After talking to the new class teacher, my pressure is even greater. Although my high school is the provincial focus, the liberal arts are not strong. Last year, the entire liberal arts class of the school did not pass a Tsinghua University, and the best result of the re-reading was only on the University of International Business and Economics.

I saw the photos of college life sent by my classmates on campus, and I thought of the expectation that my parents did not say it but hide it in my heart. I remembered the monotony of last year. I began to doubt the initial choice. I didn’t have a good second book at the beginning. Why bother? I am thinking of Beijing. The year of re-reading is still tense, but I will take time each month to keep the original correspondence with the hustle and bustle of the university in Beijing.

In her letter, she mentioned Wudaokou University City, saying that her low-key and uncompromisingly cute stationery was bought in “photosynthesis”. She wrote to me in the soft music of Lush and the warmth of the afternoon. The first birthday cake she got at Wudaokou was “Day of the Day”. She said that there is also a small shop called “Hongying”, where the style of the clothes made her teeth itch but could not afford it. I hid behind a tall pile of books, reading her words, imagining the legendary five crossings. Such a pleasant text will be called "love five-channel education" in the future. It is these plain-looking letters that give me a reason to stick to it.

Night dreams no one

The high school exams are as many as ever, like the candied haws, one after the other, my performance is also like the Nasdaq index, there are ups and downs. However, compared with last year's anxiety, I feel a lot calmer, no matter whether the results are good or bad, the heart is always shocked. I learned that when my classmates complained that the paper was too difficult, I left the score aside and picked up the paper to analyze the wrong question. After a high school, I know that the ups and downs of life are normal, and that life is not as good as it is, and it is not too demanding.

Life is very monotonous, sometimes entering the crowd, although it is bustling but still feels lonely. Sometimes I feel depressed for a long time but I don't know who to talk to. I want to complain with my classmates but I am afraid that my emotions will affect others. I want to say to my parents but I am afraid that they will worry too much about staying up all night. The school has an eleven-story teaching building. There is a small rooftop on the top of the building. I almost need to vent my emotions every time I finish the test. I will wait until the night falls on the first light of the lantern, overlooking the neon shining city night scene, looking up at the top of the head. Starry sky, spit out those unpleasant little emotions. In this way, the small rooftop on the eleventh floor hides many of my secrets.

Every summer, the southern city always has moist air, standing on the top of the building, the wind will blow up and the wind will blow, the earphones are the sound of Tori Amos, soft and powerful. I looked at the lights of the tall buildings in the distance, and my heart was silent. What kind of lights belong to me?

Xiao Lang is hard to stop this life

In order to facilitate the high school students, the school set the classroom on the first floor to the study room, and the holidays. I study in the study room for a few hours every night. In order not to lose the feeling of doing the title, on the day of the New Year's Eve, I still came to the study room without rain or shine. The basket was full of books, and I rode the little giant to the school through the deserted streets. I thought that I must be the most industrious little bee in the world, but I didn't expect that the three-row window seat was already there.

I admire the glimpse of it - it is a boy with glasses, but the lens can't cover his imposing manner. He holds his chin in his hand and thinks in his other hand. I found the seat to sit down, he looked up, we looked at each other and smiled, and the two began to study every day. In the evening, I sacrificed the Spring Festival Evening that year, and hurriedly went to the study room with my family for dinner. I wanted to summarize the English questions that I did wrong in the afternoon. I thought that no one in the New Year's Eve would work harder than me, but I didn't expect that boy to be there.

There are only two of us in the classroom, and at this time we have all admired each other. After ten o'clock, I started to pack my bags. "Now I should be able to catch up with Zhao Benshan's sketches." Someone in the classroom was talking. I turned back. It turned out that he was talking to me.

Later, we rode home together and talked all the way. I know that he is also a repeat student like me, only three points and Tsinghua missed. I asked him how he is reviewing now. He said that he was not as confused as he was last year. He knew what stage to do, and he was more confident and calm. Maybe everyone is a repeat student, and many things feel the same with each other.

We go to study together on a daily basis, ride home, and do a Peking University Tsinghua dream with no words. He occasionally tells me about math problems, and I can give him one or two in English. Gradually, I used to go to the self-study room and look at his seat. As long as I can watch him sit quietly studying, I will feel at ease.

Xinyi is suitable for a long time

The calendar finally turned to June 7, I am looking forward to the arrival of this day, and one year later I went to the battlefield of the college entrance examination. The bell rings, the test paper is unpacked, and the book is so frustrating. This scene is so familiar and so strange. One year ago, the flusteredness was gone. After another round of tempering, I was a little more calm and determined.

Fifteen days later, my father and mother stayed in front of the telephone and called the results on time at 12 o'clock in the morning. We were screaming every time we scored a single subject. When the total score was 667, my tears came out. At this time, I received a message from the boy: "Can you go to Beijing together?" I replied with a smile.

Later, the Wudaokou mentioned in Yuxin broke into my life. I passed through a Zhongguancun Street and I could meet with Tsinghua. At this point, happiness is like the water in the cup.

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