Inspirational article of the college entrance examination: the final battle of the college entrance examination

Zhu Hua pro, entered the liberal arts class in the second year of high school, and was admitted to Peking University from Huanggang Middle School in 2004. He is currently a freshman in the French Department of Peking University School of Foreign Languages.

A "Blood" magazine in the class was inadvertently circulated to my hands. The first article has been read a little worn, and there are even people who have left a handwriting. One of them is written in a pencil and I am most impressed: To be killed in Peking University! ! That article is the "unbeaten" of the job. I think that every high school student who has read it will be touched, and even if it is a glimmer of hope in his heart. I read it twice in one breath and couldn't calm down for a long time. ——Zhu Hua pro

In the cold winter of 2004, Peking University Yanyuan was wrapped in silver, quiet and serene. A warm, confident smile, accompanied by the coming of the Spring Festival, blooms on the face of everyone on campus. At this time, I realized that my first semester at Peking University was coming to an end.

Unconsciously, time will always pass so fast. Once, I was holding the dream of being admitted to Huanggang Middle School. I was silently fighting in the country of the remote town. Once, I was holding the dream of being admitted to Peking University, and I was searching hard in the high school of the ancient city of Chibi... ...and all of this has become a beautiful and eternal memory.

What is more happier in life than having beautiful memories?

When I heard the familiar songs, when I flipped through the dusty diary, when I received the classmate’s holiday greetings or greeting card, when I woke up in the morning and remembered the dream of being in the familiar environment last night, I would sort it out. My own thoughts, look back and see, happiness and gratification will always follow.

That summer's humming

You don't need too many gorgeous words to describe. For every middle school student who will take the senior high school entrance exam and face the first choice in life, what Huanggang Middle School means is too clear. I often imagine the school that I want to be alone: birds and flowers, youthful enthusiasm, book business, hidden dragons and tigers... But no one dares to expect anything. In the middle of the town, if one or two can be admitted to Huanggang Middle School every year, it is the victory of the senior high school entrance examination. And I was so lucky, for the first time in my life, except for the second ideal that I longed for my father to buy a bicycle for myself, it was realized that summer! I only remember that the summer wind was very cool, the screaming was very lively, the parents’ faces were full of smiles, and the eyes and the envious eyes were thrown from time to time.

I just stepped into the door of Huanggang Middle School. On the day of school, the campus was beautifully dressed. The Gongqing Road is full of delicate flowers that extend to the sculpture. The spirited old man, the innocent and lovely child, and the hurried teacher have added a lot of anger to the campus. The seniors greeted enthusiastically, as a guide, to help with luggage. Settled everything, my parents went home after three. In the afternoon, I walked alone on campus, from the bedroom to the teaching building, from the playground to the cafeteria, from the botanical garden to the Yifu Building. Everything here is so strange and fresh. I looked up at the sky and told myself that the new life had begun.

The days of high school gave people a deep impression. The class teacher surnamed Guo, 30 years old, teaches Chinese, is short and fat, with black-rimmed glasses, and looks very much like the words of Jia Baoyu in "Dream of Red Mansions": the face is like the Mid-Autumn Festival, color Such as the flower of Chunxiao. His face is round and always presents a healthy red color. Teacher Guo is the best language teacher I have ever met. I have passion, literary talent, connotation, literati temperament, knowledgeable knowledge, and lectures are very invested. Until now, I always felt that whether I was writing, observing things, or analyzing problems, I was greatly influenced by him. One weekend after the start of the school, Teacher Guo took the class to the side of the Yangtze River, which is just across the bank from the school. On the beach, we didn't have any scruples and restraints. Everyone took off their socks, chased them, played football, sang, and played games. Mr. Guo also prepared a lot of intellectual questions and answers, imitating the form of "Happy Dictionary", let everyone do it, everyone's answer is very strange, attracting laughter. That afternoon, I still think of it, I am still so happy and happy. The "Spicy Girl" sung by the female classmate has been memorable.

Choose liberal arts

Perhaps it is doomed that our class will become a liberal arts class. In the grades, both teachers and students know that the best writing in the first grade is a class, and the one with the highest physical and chemical scores is the one.

The humanities in the class are very strong. I don't know why. Everyone has become very sentimental and loves writing. When the teachers of other classes blame the students for essay writing and Zhou Ji love dragging, the students in our class are complaining that Guo’s correction is too slow, because we want to see our comments too much. Every week's composition classes are loved and expected by everyone. Teacher Guo will read a lot of well-written articles, and maybe his weekly notes or essays will be in it. The blackboard and the wall behind the classroom are always covered with excellent essays. After school, everyone is surrounded by water, and even some people see good articles. They can't help but read aloud. My composition is often listed among them. When I hear the praise of my teacher or classmate, my heart is not happy. It is this simple vanity, coupled with young passion, interest in new life, and hobby of writing. We desperately express our own thoughts, write our understanding of life, and write our views on the current situation. Write a critique of evil and write a good yearning for it... Good composition is endless. I still remember that "Lovely Boiled Water" made me not buy a bottle of drink for two months, because: "I prefer the white water of eight cents a bottle." Every week, reading class, everyone is particularly excited, early Go to the reading room, read the newspaper, read the magazine, and excerpt. The habit of my love of excerpts was developed at that time, which brought great help to my future composition.

In this class, I first felt the tolerance and freedom I had never had before. However, tolerance and freedom are costly, especially in high schools where high-level performance must be achieved, especially for high school students who have a heavier task in our group.

Time and time again, the mathematics and physics were overwhelmed; again and again, the teacher showed disappointment and helplessness; again and again, the newly changed math teacher vowed and finally ushered in the same fate. In the next semester, for me, the physics class has become a torture. I am nervously waiting for it to come, and I can't wait to expect it to end soon. In my mind, physical formulas only mean letters and symbols, and I have lost the most basic thinking and interest in learning physics. Teacher Chen of the physics class still teaches bitterly that every time I see me, I will always ask about the recent study and encourage me to believe in myself and not to retreat. And I can't cheer myself up. That period of time became darker and darker, I was afraid of class, afraid of exams, afraid to meet the teacher. Going against the water, if you don’t advance, you will retreat. I finally fell farther and farther. Especially when I heard that the second year is a division, I have decided to give up. Teacher Chen is still bitter, and has stopped me halfway through the road, asking, encouraging, and I am already numb. At the end of the day, when I went to the physics class, I looked at the history textbook. I just wanted to choose a way to escape. Teacher Chen found out that his face was full of disappointment, but he did not show any anger, but he said calmly: "Even if you study liberal arts, learning physics is always good for future life..." Very embarrassed, very sad, I am sorry for the teacher who has been caring and encouraging me, but I have no way, at the age of sixteen, some things are destined to leave regrets.

One class finally became a liberal arts class, and I chose the liberal arts as I wished.

One's departure

The second year of high school began in my complex feelings. Teacher Guo began to become serious, and the topics in the class were getting heavier and heavier. "Now, everyone has chosen the liberal arts, which determines the direction of your college entrance examination. The second year is the key time for the liberal arts to lay the foundation. According to previous experience, whether you can lay a good foundation in the second year of high school is the decisive factor for your high school sprint. ..." I began to be nervous, and I kept thinking about my past. Can you still use the word "interest" to make excuses for yourself? After coming to Huanggao, have you really worked hard? Since when did you become so incompetent? When did you start to be so numb? Did you come to Huanggao to live like this? The class is also changing quietly. The liveliness and passion of the past are getting less and less. Many of the students’ heads are buried and the books on the table are piled up. When I wake up in the morning, the bedroom is already Empty. All of this has awakened the fighting spirit that has been sleeping for a long time in my heart. I warned myself: I can't go on like this anymore!

The days that followed were tense and busy. In the history of foreign affairs, I am determined to not let a subject fall. I tirelessly endorse, do the questions, summarize, and correct. A hard work, a harvest. I have never missed the top three in each class. Slowly, I found the old one myself.

Everything went well and was not shocked until one day I learned that Teacher Guo was leaving.

Before a night of self-study, Teacher Guo and the director of the grade came together. The director of the grade said to us: "To tell one thing today, in order to support the education in poverty-stricken areas in western Hubei, the school initiated the teaching to the teachers in the west. Calling, our teacher Guo responded positively and applied for membership in the teaching team. Upon approval by the school, Mr. Guo will teach in a poverty-stricken county in the west for half a year. The class teacher of the class will be temporarily served by your history teacher Li... We wish Guo The teacher’s western coaching trip went smoothly. We also hope that the high school class will eventually be really uncommon...” The classroom applause the spam, and perhaps everyone has not prepared for this idea. Teacher Guo didn't look very natural. He didn't say much, and he walked out of the classroom with the grade director. Teacher Li came in. Everyone was very silent and looked at him dumbly. "Don't feel that there has been much change. Everything is done as usual." Teacher Li spoke for the first time as the new class teacher. Below, a few girls secretly cried. Indeed, Mr. Guo is not an excellent class teacher in terms of the grades of our class from high school to the present grade. But in our minds, at the very least, he is an excellent language teacher who brings us a lot of things that cannot be measured and reflected from the scores. I can't remember from which day, Teacher Guo disappeared into the eyes of everyone, and another substitute teacher walked into the language class.

Teacher Li was so "in danger" and became the second class teacher in my high school career. Inside and outside the classroom, there has been a busy figure. Teacher Li is very short and young, clean and white, with glasses covering almost half of his face, always looks very spirited. In private, I joked with my classmates that he looks very much like Lang Yongzhen from CCTV's "News 30". The classmates retorted: "How come I didn't find him so handsome..." Everyone laughed. Gradually, everyone adapted to the days of being with Teacher Li. It seems that there is more energy in the class, and the laughter has begun to increase.

High school nightmare

Unconsciously, we stepped into the third year.

In August 2003, it was still spent in the old school building. That is an August that reminds me deeply.

In the third year of high school, this term has long been deeply imprinted in our hearts. I have understood it too seriously. In my mind, that means sleepless nights, all night long, and race against time; that means no more relaxation and slack; that means your future and destiny are closely related... In short, it means too much. My thoughts have started to change a lot. At that time, I didn't think about setting a goal for myself. The most important thing I thought was: This is the third year of high school. It is time to fight! I strongly urge my father to rent a room for me on campus, and my father certainly agreed to my request.

The weather in August is very hot, and it is often suffocating at noon.

I set a schedule for myself, get up at 5:30 in the morning and sleep at 12 in the evening. After a week, I gradually could not hold it. I have been used to the regular life of the bedroom, suddenly changing my schedule, will definitely not adapt. Slowly, nap can't sleep, so in a vicious circle, I began to lose sleep. For a long night, I spent my eyes open in the dark. In the classroom during the day, the spirit is also weak, and I always feel sleepy, but I can’t sleep. Later, the whole body was weak, headache, loss of appetite, the whole person was shrouded in terrible shadows, and my spirit was on the verge of collapse. The monthly test in August was a mess, and I dropped out in the last English. Dad took me to the hospital.

Everything is checked and the conclusion is mental weakness. The doctor who prescribes the medicine smiled and asked: "Is it a high school? What is nervous? Just go to college!" I also smiled a little, thinking: Is this not nonsense?

Zhizi Mo Ruo. Dad saw it. He knew that solving my psychological problems was more important than taking medicine. That afternoon, he and I were eating and chatting in the restaurant opposite Huang Gao. When we walked out of the restaurant, it was already dusk. The neon lights on both sides of the road lit up. The pedestrians on the street were as busy and hurried as ever. I feel a lot easier.

"At night, I went to Teacher Li to take time off. You should take some medicine and have a good night's sleep. Start again tomorrow."

I nodded. That night, I slept very well, dreaming that the flowers in the flower beds in front of the new teaching building were very strong, and the willow trees outside the Yangtze River embankment were bright...

That night, Dad and Mr. Li talked for a long time, then took the train home late at night.

On the weekend that followed, we were ready to move to the new school building. Looking at the crowded room, looking at the messy books, thinking of those nightmares and nights, I think I should change the environment. I walked aimlessly along the Yangtze River Avenue and walked to the front door of the supply and marketing cooperative. A grandmother sat with a cane. Her face is kind and spirited, just like my dear grandmother. She became my new landlord. Since then, I have lived in the courtyard of the Supply and Marketing Counseling until the college entrance examination.

A new life has begun again.

Quiet and far

I started to try to keep myself calm. I wrote four words on a small note: "Quiet and Far" and posted on the desk. Every day, I get up, go to class, eat, and rest according to the time spent in the dormitory. When I returned to my place in the evening, my grandmother always greeted me with a smile, and gave me fried rice and tried my best to provide me with the best environment. She was originally a Henan native who had suffered the most poor life in the countryside. However, she succeeded in raising four children; she was high in blood, over-current, lying in bed for a few years, but miraculously stood up again; She endured the pain of her wife's death, but still optimistically alive, kind and lovely like a child... I am glad that I have found a good landlord, good grandmother.

Another good news came, Teacher Guo came back and became our language teacher again. He lost a little, his hair has been gray, but the passion of the past has not been reduced, and we are beginning to enjoy the world of language.

A new math teacher also walked into our classroom. He was Li Xinchao, medium-sized, dark-skinned, and shy when talking, giving a very solid feeling. Until now, I have not found a math teacher who is better than him. I dare to assert that at least in Huanggang Middle School, he is one of the best teachers. His explanations are easy to understand, his board is complete, his ideas are clear and rigorous, impeccable, and dripping. I really admire him, and it was at that time that I really liked math.

Under the influence of Teacher Li, I found a good way to learn mathematics. That is to take every step of the study seriously, from textbooks to materials, from class to lectures, and from class to homework to exams and mistakes, not to let go. In the past, mathematics textbooks were too simple. The examples and exercises were too basic. The important thing was to do the materials. However, Teacher Li always gave us time to read the textbooks. I began to earnestly. Later, I found that almost every exam had the shadow of textbooks. I took the mathematics college entrance examination questions of the last ten years and studied them carefully. I found out that there is a finale problem that is a problem in the textbook, but I changed the conditions and conclusions. Textbooks have become very important to me since then. After class, I like to take mathbooks from the past to the back, every example, every problem, and think about what ideas and methods are included. After a long time, the formulas in the book are understood more thoroughly, and the problem solving becomes much easier.

Unbeaten

The first round of review was carried out in an orderly manner. Everyone slowly discovered that in addition to the many exams and homework, the third year seems to be no more. Many people are beginning to get bored with this kind of life that never ends in the end. Almost every day, teachers should be reminded that they should be nervous. They review their old knowledge almost every day, and they are reading and doing problems almost every day. Young people can't stand boring, always want to take the opportunity to relax, or vent. A situation in which the surface is tight and actually becomes loose appears.

I only remember that after dinner during that time, I always loved to go to the playground with a group of basketball-loving classmates. Every time I ran back to the classroom, my heart would feel awkward, but the temptation to stop the jump shot and the three-step layup made my cockroaches become a yearning for the basketball court after a short period of time. The class teacher has reminded me many times, but we stubbornly believe that it is no big deal, and the combination of work and rest will improve efficiency. Finally, in the mid-term exam of the last semester of high school, I fell to the seventh place in the class, and the ranking in the grade was even more terrible. Looking back now, it can't be said that playing basketball is a waste of time and affects learning. The key is that your mentality is relaxed and the series of learning is not well grasped. This is the crux of the problem. In this important stage of the first round of review, I missed the opportunity to consolidate and improve.

The days passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the second round of review was over. We began to enter the hardest third round of review. Every day, the test papers fly in the classroom like snow flakes. The scores of the bright red in each section are bombarded with us. Many people can't support it. Inferiority, loss, despair, constitute the main color of the class, and the college entrance examination is imminent.

My heart seems to have a bright light guiding.

The class calmed down again, and the test papers came, and they were carefully completed; when the scores were down, they carefully analyzed the mistakes. The college entrance examination is approaching day by day, and the simulation test is almost done. In view of the tensions of everyone, in order to ease the atmosphere and achieve the best competitive state, the teacher of the class, Mr. Li, and the English teacher Deng decided to take you out for a day out. So, all the teachers and teachers took the bus to the countryside in the suburbs of Huangzhou. We went to the mountains to play with water, eat farmhouse meals, take pictures, watch the children catch lobsters... and spent the most relaxed and happy day since the third year of high school.

Final battle

The college entrance examination countdown became "4" and I was extremely nervous. I was scared when I thought about this test, which almost determined my life. The more I finally read, the more I felt that I didn’t know anything when I was reading, as if my thinking had become dull. But fear is useless. I make full use of the four days to make the final stroke. I reviewed the topic of the popular essays provided by the teacher one by one, listed them, looked for materials, and even recited the essays; I reviewed the most comprehensive texts that the teacher emphasized, and I reviewed them over and over again.

On the evening of June 6, I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, and I couldn’t sleep at night. I tried to put myself in the examination room and constantly hinted at myself: nothing terrible, treated like a normal exam, and two days will soon pass. I didn't know when I fell asleep, and I woke up very early the next day, and my grandmother was ready for breakfast.

The liberal arts examination room is located in the old teaching building. Coincidentally, the examination room where I am located is just the original high school classroom.

The preparatory bell rang. All candidates walked into the cordon. When I entered the corridor of the teaching building, I suddenly felt that the surrounding was quiet and suffocating. Everyone did not say a word, and the footsteps of Shasha seemed very harsh. On the first floor, the second floor, and the third floor, I walked into the examination room. The familiar classroom was empty and strange. The invigilator’s teacher looked serious, and the fans in the examination room screamed... I checked the desktop one by one, announced the rules of the test, and then the bell rang and began to roll. As soon as I got the language test paper, I habitually and couldn't wait to turn it over to the end as a text topic. I suddenly stupid: the essay topic is not the same as the material I prepared! I was a little panicked, but I tried to calm myself down and start answering the questions, but I couldn’t help but think about the bad essay topic. Time passed by. When I was preparing to write a text, there was only 45 minutes left. I didn’t have much time to think about it. I put the materials prepared before the exam into a hard copy, and wrote a pause for a while. Not getting up, and finally getting more and more anxious, the invigilator reminded me that there are only 5 minutes left, the pen in my hand is shaking, and I have a tail in a hurry...

At 5 o'clock on the afternoon of the 8th, the last exam was finished. I packed up the good things and walked out of the examination room. I took a long breath and went back to the bus seat. I looked at the bustling crowd outside the window and watched the parents anxious. My eyes and my classmates have different expressions. I suddenly have a feeling of wanting to cry. The year of high school is really over!

One day during the summer vacation, I found out my results from the hotline. I cried and I was very happy. I hold back my tears and want to tell my mother this good news. My mother is doing surgery on the patient. I walked out of the window of the ward and shouted at the mother, but then I couldn't choke it... When the mother got it, she cried, and the other medical staff in the ward followed. They know how many days and nights, my mother missed her son, worked hard for her son, and rushed...

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