Middle school student motivational article

Middle school student motivational article

High school, thank you so strong . The box of memory of Wang Wen/Wang Yi will always open inadvertently. I try to catch something, but time cannot be reversed. The pure white background and the blue outline are only for the paragraph. Copying the wind...
Liu Ruoying sang in the song: Thanks to the 18-year-old himself, so stubborn, there will be today. Well, I want to thank myself from August 2019 to June 2019, the same persistence and reluctance, enough that I will not be lost in the days to come.
Perhaps we have gone so far that we have forgotten why we set off; perhaps, we found that the front is ridiculous after a long journey... Perhaps, after a long walk, it is no longer the front to inspire us to move forward. The scenery, but just because we have worked hard and gone for so long, how can we give up...
Yes, it is the years of white and blue rendering. Remember, those little white days that measure time in minutes or even seconds: the figure that hastily walked, the eyes that watched the watch from time to time, the hard work of those who couldn’t bear wasting; The azure dream that once deep and deep in my heart: shouting all the way to the north, taking advantage of the ancient and modern Kyoto, admiring the sacred ivory tower in my heart.
Yes, that is the time when faith is cast. I once believed that even if I look up in the humble, one day, my heart will take the wind and leap into the clouds; tell myself that even in the dark, I can only say that it is beautiful, but not I am; even if there are flowers, green shades and quiet harbors on the roadside, I am not a boat...
Yes, it is the time of pain and happiness. At that time, I often demanded perfection, or was too persistent, so I always looked very heavy on scores and rankings. How many nights, I can't sleep; in many cases, I suddenly feel something in my heart. The gap between ideal and reality makes me sigh and sigh... But every night during the self-study class, I will go to the playground in a rainless and unrestrained way, save myself. Afterwards, I will always calm down and talk about it. I will continue to move forward. I will silently say, "If pride is not taken coldly by the real sea, how can we know how hard we have to go to get away?" With a headache, I listened hard to each lesson and slowly adjusted my biological clock. Then, it was still the first "dream". After listening to it many times, I still shed tears, but I can also "sing along and sing songs." The brisk pace"... In fact, in that period of time, let me always be able to calm down when I lost, because of a person, the greatest person in my heart - my mother. It’s the mother who does all the services she can do behind her. When I am anxious, when I am insomnia, I comfortably consolation and always believe to me...
Yes, that is the time we have walked together. In fact, I have never forgotten to appreciate the scenery around me. Once upon a time, thank you for accompanying me along; pure white years, pure white, together with a blue dream. Discussing together, walking together, looking forward and waiting for the results table together; together in the days before the exam, looking up at the flying papers that were torn downstairs, released and vented together with the pressure... and I miss you We will not forget that the teacher Xu, who we admire the love and demeanor, is often awkward but remembered by the class teacher Lao Zhou, the history teacher who debated with us... I wrote here, there are too many words I want to tell you. And can’t stop crying...
Yes, there will be no more time in life, more pure than the third year, only about the blue dream. There will be no more us on the way, only pure white can be compared with it. Thus recalling, even monotonous and bitter, there is a sweet, warm taste. I have already flown whether or not I leave my footprint in the sky.