Classic high school inspirational article: How high is "high" in high school

Classic high school inspirational article: How high is "high" in high school
Zhang Jingjing

When I was in the third year of high school, I started to lose a lot of hair. I didn’t dare to wash my hair easily. I was afraid that I would become a beautiful bald head like Natalie Portman after one year, and I would not be as beautiful as Natalie. In fact, hair loss is undoubtedly worse. Going to the school's psychologist, the diagnosis is: the mental stress caused by the difference between the expectation and the reality, and the accompanying negation of its own value and ability and disappointment for self-existence. To sum up, it is derived from the so-called pressure.
There are no computers, pianos, novels, TV sets, only reference books and "red light" brand radios bought 10 years ago. After the end of the self-study, wash and brush, and listen to a program called "Love at 10 o'clock" on time. Although the hostesses of the anchor program are newcomers to the DJ world, they are also good at the Tao. The level of pronunciation is art. It’s just that most of the time the show is not in the song or in the advertisement, so that the novel that can be broadcast in a week is a place in the "fiction series" for more than two months. In sharp contrast to this, the reference books on my bookshelf have been continually being followed, and I mean, it is very profitable.
In the second year of high school, I hated using a pen called "Basic color", a cheap one-yuan one, and the loss rate was very good. But when I was in the third year of high school, I only bought this kind of pen, and bought it in a box and a box. Because I watched them with a batch of "death" with reference books, I felt a happy feeling of dominating the fate of other things.
The seniors compared the high school to a strait crossing: before going to the water, I felt that everything was easy. When I arrived at the other side, it was really easy to think about it all the way, and I was trying to cross it, so I would feel suffocated.
The language teacher said: Don't write articles without life experience, don't think about it, think it must be fake, even the analogy is not good. The English teacher encouraged us to wake up the imaginary cell. He called this "thinking", which is actually "thinking." The English teacher has a famous saying: memories are always beautiful. When I was in the third grade, I was struggling. After I really got into the middle school, I remembered that everything in the past was sweet. We have been sweet for two years, so we have been through the hardships of the third year. We are greeted by the wonderful university life and sweet high school memories of those four years. So the whole class, under the guidance of the English teacher, set off a colorful and colorful university life. Although sometimes I feel that the "sweet theory" of the English teacher is very similar to the theory of the imaginary socialist like the history teacher, such as St. Simon, it is the "thinking" that every class must have. For the third year, we have Wang Mei quenches thirst. It seems that people sometimes deceive themselves, or they have to live ideally. It is similar to the "Happiness is not far away". This classic line of the hero's finishing touch at the end of the 50's movie still keeps my heart as bright as the majority of the folks in the movie. Now think about this, warm and ready, sweet and beautiful.
When the score of the simulation test "stunned as a man of heaven", I lay flat on the bed staring at the ceiling, missing the grandfather who was taken away by Alzheimer's disease, thinking about it, the tears will dissolve little and sadly. After flowing out of the eyelids, the whole body loses energy like a dehydrated sponge. After sleeping for 10 hours in a row, it is a new day when I wake up. The new exam papers and reference books are waiting for my challenge. The teacher seems to be familiar with the skills of time, always publish the test scores and rankings on Friday, allowing me enough time to reflect and repent. However, with the increase of the frequency of examinations, the numbers themselves can no longer evoke any associations about my future, and the time of trouble and reflection is fully utilized. It is no wonder that the model is purely a small test. The teacher was able to face such sensational scores. As the saying goes: There are college entrance examinations every year, and the ages are different.
After the final day of the college entrance examination, I returned to the bedroom and was extremely excited. Lying in bed, I was happy to plan a famous play plan. Suddenly I saw the full reference books and exam papers. I felt that my heart was empty and there seemed to be missing a piece. I was unwilling, unconscious, and my tears were on my eyelashes.