High school inspirational article: High school, the most moving poem

High school inspirational article: High school, the most moving poem

I don't know what language to use to describe the third year. After half a year away from the campus, I recalled my third year of life again, and everything has blurred the boundaries. There are only obscure fragments left in the memory: when the morning light is dim, through the night, one person walks to the classroom, the morning reading light that is earlier than the sunlight, and the physics and physics course that goes to the dizziness, at noon, in order to learn not to return to the dormitory. The little cockroaches on the table, the light and green light of the evening self-study... Everything, there are pieces of ready-made pieces between the crumbling books, and then I know that we can write them, The most touching poem.

There is no obvious boundary for entering the third year of high school. In the summer of the second year of high school, it is necessary to make up the class. From the summer when the hustle and bustle is hot, we become the “prepared students” of the third year. The frivolity of the first year of high school and the confusion of the second year of high school, all of this must be done by me when the third year of high school is coming, because it is impossible to be impetuous and cannot be confused.

However, how can this be lost if you want to lose?

At that time, I scored leisurely in the grade 200, and occasionally entered more than 100, and the next time I will slide down. The number of people who can get one book a year in the school is only one hundred.

The situation is very pessimistic.

I am not a smart student, girl, science, and not smart. These conditions add up to be my nightmare. From the first year of high school, physics is my nightmare. For the college entrance examination, physics is the most important thing. I figured out the chips in my hand. The light weight is not worth mentioning in front of the college entrance examination. I don't even know if I have the possibility to fight.

But the reality has not given me the opportunity to consider, we have been put on the starting line, whether it is willing or not, the gunshots have already sounded.

Learn, learn, and study hard. Everyone is like this. That summer we were desperately going to class, and the teacher said that I would try to get the most time left for review. So the content of a book is often compressed in two or three weeks. This makes us almost incompetent in the first year of junior high school. In the summer, it is so unconsciously over.

All courses are completed in September. When the information of the first round of review was issued, all the people were really shocked. Every piece of information in each subject is thick enough to kill people. Looking back, there are no pictures of bells and whistles, and all of them are title and summary, which at first glance looks almost desperate. All the textbooks are on the table. The heavy contents in the bag are the review materials. All the work is done, we have already set off.

Every morning, the first class arrives at the class. Every class is definitely not going to sleep. Every topic must be carefully corrected. First, absolutely, certain, similar vocabulary constitutes all of my days. My qualifications are mediocre, then I will only use my efforts to compensate. Little by little, every question, every knowledge point, every word is progress, and we must strive for perfection. There is no one step in the sky, so I will build a ladder for myself.

The pen's ink consumption is fast, the content on the notebook is getting thicker and thicker, and the blanks on the review materials are getting less and less. During that time my heart was filled with such a touch of ink, full and serene.

This is a day when you can't see your progress, but often the gap is gradually increasing at this time.

At the end of this semester, I am still only one hundred and fifty in the grade.

In the second semester of the third year of high school, everything is no longer so calm. It seems that there is something crouching for a winter, and finally I am going to move in the spring.

Everyone has a care in their hearts. The countdown card of the college entrance examination has been hung up, and every day I look up to see the bright red characters, as if there are things in my heart. This time is the easiest time to doubt yourself, time is running out, but there are still many, but not many things. I still have no hope, how far can I go, and whether there is light in the front. The suspicion, comparison, and the existence of the contests in the heart make the exhaustion in the heart far higher than the physical fatigue. In this restless season, we ushered in the first mock exam.

You may not know the meaning of the exam now. It is an inventory of all of us for half a year. When the results of that exam were announced, the mood of the whole class DOWN reached the bottom. The city’s rankings that the teacher read out made us even more desperate. Almost everyone has doubts: Can we do it? How much time do we have to perfect ourselves and prepare for the upcoming college entrance examination?

I was very calm in the wind and the wind.

At this time, my ranking entered the top 100 for the first time. Not too far ahead, but it made me see hope.

Every day, every lesson, every minute, I buried my head and tried to weave my dreams for myself. The homework is written ahead of others, the ancient text is to be backed up in advance, and the notes are more detailed than others. The teacher said that people should compare with themselves, but I am a person who can't see myself, then I will compare with others! If ten times the effort is not enough, I will pay a hundred times of effort! If I am missing one percent of the talent, I will fill it with 100% sweat!

Almost, it’s still a little bit worse. Stick to it and stick to it. When I get up at 5:30 every morning, every boring class wants to sleep, every time I want to tear up a book, I tell myself this time and again. Just a little bit, just a little bit, stick to it, I can stick to it again.

The pressure is so high that I want to cry. In fact, many people have cried in the dark. I know that I am not the most stressed person, and there are many people who are more painful than me. But in people's position, it is often difficult to understand others. The pain at that time is deeply imprinted on one's heart. At this time, the exams are frequent. Every time I hold some stern transcripts, after secretly venting, I repeatedly tell myself that I should not give up and must not give up.

do not give up.

This is almost the last motivation to support me. I write this paragraph in a different way. Written on draft paper, diary, essay, composition. Don't give up, no one can succeed casually, as long as you work hard, there is still the possibility of success. If you give up, there will never be any hope; don't give up, as long as you work hard, you will have a reward; don't give up, no matter what happens, I will bite. Tightly close, catch up with a wound...

Similar sentences, many, many. Looking at the messy handwriting that only exists, it is difficult for me to feel the feelings of the time. But I clearly understood that it was clear pain and despair. It was these four words that took me out of the abyss of discouragement again and again, and let me stick to the end.

I really like watching anime. A favorite comic, I believe many of you have also seen it, is the "slam dunk". In "Slam Dunk", when the last battle of Xiangbei against King Wangshan Gonggao, there is a saying that is the best note for this period:

At this point, fighting spirit is the key to victory and defeat. In the end, how much can you stick to, how much confidence you have in yourself, what kind of predicament you can face... In the most difficult time, only the real strong can stand the test.

At a hundred days before the college entrance examination, the school held a swearing-in meeting. I still remember that it was a rainy afternoon. We stood in the rain and clenched our right fist and issued a vow to our future. In fact, the oath is not necessarily effective, and what is effective is our determination.

The exam has become a commonplace. In the face of the blow, we are almost numb. The teacher told us to review ourselves from the exam again and again, because only the hundred refining, Fang Chengzhenjin.

The second and third rounds of information were sent down. One was thinner than the first one, but the books on our desk were getting thicker and thicker. Thick is not information, but more and more precious notes. The first two rounds of review notes, error correction, summary of learning methods, memory, classic questions, chapter line induction. These things have become my baby. It may be simple or rough, but it is the thing that is most for me. In the last days, textbooks can be thrown away, data files can be thrown away, and only these things are as life-like, it is the soul of the college entrance examination.

The smell of ink pervades every visible moment. Every night I stopped to write a sour hand and looked up at the blue fluorescent lamp. I felt like a dream. At this time, I almost didn't know what else I could do. I only corrected one by one from the previous mistakes, even though I didn't know whether it was useful or not, but I just wanted to worry about my heart.

Now think of it, those days that are constantly looking for mistakes have saved me.

At this time, the third year is nearing the end. The teacher began to talk to classmates frequently. Asking for goals or difficulties. I don't have a goal. In my opinion, it is unrealistic to prematurely set up a university and ranking for yourself. I can't guarantee the future, I can guarantee that only the best every day is done.

My ranking has finally stabilized in the top 50 after experiencing repeated ups and downs. At this time, we can finally go home.

The scene of going home was extremely spectacular. In fact, from the days before, some people have stalled and sold books and sundries. That day, I moved from the dormitory to the next thing, only to realize that in the year, I have accumulated more and more things to the point of astounding. There are a lot of big bags, all books, all notebooks, all the papers, all the bits and pieces that I wrote down this road.

All this is the chip that I took to the college entrance examination.

Two days after the college entrance examination, I was tired of facing one test after another, and there was almost no time to fear. I went to the examination room by myself. Around the examination room are full parents, looking at those anxious faces, I slowly walked through the crowd and walked into the classroom where the legend can determine a lifetime.

After two days, everything is over.

I think I will always remember to go out of the sunset at the examination room. I found out for the first time that the sunset can be such a gorgeous red. The long red spread is like a scent of blood on the neck of a scorpion, and the sorrow is fascinating. I looked at the sunset that could almost be called savage, and the tears slowly fell.

Tonight, when I was sitting at my desk and slowly finishing my high school, I was faced with only a few pieces: two black-skinned books, which were used to record detailed information about each exam—test time, assessment, actual Points, points difference, class ranking, grade ranking, regression progress, lessons learned; three essays, which have my most aura text; almost twenty notebooks, there are almost every other month to summarize The learning method for each subject; the paper is tempered by the soft review materials; the textbook blanks motivate oneself... I slowly sorted out, I want to sort out the road I have traveled, I took a deep breath, Then I felt the sourness from the depths of my nose.

It’s like a dream, it’s really gone. But the things in my dreams have actually stayed.

Only at this time, I want to say: Thank you.

Thanks to the teacher, I have been supporting me behind my back. WXL is the best class teacher I have ever met. No other teacher can pay attention to every student like this. No teacher can be close to our heart. Teachers of the 11th class, thank you for everything you have done for me.

Thanks to my classmates, I have been with me all the time. The hardest days are when you stand next to me, so that I have the courage to face the storms of life. You brought too much joy to the boring high school, thank you to everyone who has appeared in my life.

Thanks to my parents, I have been comforting me when I am most helpless. If it weren't for you, I must not go to the present. If it weren't for you, there would be no me today.

In the third year of high school, there were always a few printed papers in my test papers. It was an article, a "Fuhuahua Unbeaten" written by a Fudan girl. Every time I was on the way, I would pull it out and look at it again and again. See it now, if you are separated.

I am already a college student, and my university life is not as leisurely as I imagined in high school. The university still has to study hard. In the university, it is still inseparable from the things left by the dreamy high school.

The flowers bloom in the dream, and the English falls like snow.

In the third year of high school, I have experienced all of them. Forget the answer sheet, there are; the days of frightening fluctuations between 50 and 300, there are; the days of confusion and fear are also there. You will also go today, you will experience all this.

Only through the third year of high school can you really grow up. Only through the third year of high school, you will understand that dreams are not things that are always on the lips, but only when you work hard to understand its existence. Dreams exist in every step you take. When we look back, we can see that the inscriptions on the footprints are the poems we wrote.

In those years, what we lost was a mood.

Finally, I still want to end this memory with a sentence from "Slam Dunk":

"When is the most glorious moment in your life? Is it the age of Japan? And for me, it is now."