Super inspirational: The days of hard study are also rare good days.
The days of hard study are also rare good days.
[I am very grateful to my alma mater. Its school spirit is simple and rigorous, and the learning atmosphere is very strong, which creates a good learning atmosphere. I don't remember that the students climbed and ate, but everyone was very hard at learning. How lucky I was when I grew up in such a middle school...]
In the middle school for 6 years, I studied at the Middle School of Beijing Institute of Technology, referred to as Jingong Fuzhong, which is the key middle school in Haidian District.
I am afraid that there are not many middle school students in the city going to school through farmland. I have this enjoyment. The back door of the school is connected to a large vegetable field with four seasons of fragrance. It takes only about 20 minutes to walk. It is a short road. In the event of wind and rain, riding a bicycle is inconvenient, and taking the bus and not taking the road, I often choose this shortcut to walk to school.
In winter in Beijing, the sun is late. At 7 o'clock, when I was walking on this country road, it was still dark. Walking and seeing the stars for a long time, a red sun jumped out of the green hills of Ximen, and I was burdened with a heavy bag, and I had a desire to sing in the cold morning wind. The winter fields are hard, and there is no life. Only the crows are looking for breakfast. Somehow, I have never been disgusted with the crow. They are self-sufficient and far more likable than the stupid brothers in the cage. Middle school students have heavy test pressures, and they are a bit superstitious. For example, some students believe that wearing a certain piece of clothing to test luck will be good. Some people think that they must not eat eggs for breakfast on the day of the test, and so on. And I, often in my heart, I am looking forward to meeting a crow. I think these honest birds will bring me blessings. If you encounter a magpie, you will panic, listen to them, and be flustered. Fortunately, the crows in the field are more than magpies, and my scores are often guaranteed.
There is a pigsty on the side of the road, which is not good in winter and summer. I was not used to it at first, and I passed my nose every time. But day after day, see the peasants busy there: the dung, the circle, the hard work, and the peace of mind, they sincerely pay tribute to them. I also sometimes saw farmer children of my age who were there to help, eagerly calling the names of big pigs and pigs. They were all squeaky of urban teenagers. Their healthy smiles made people feel the simplicity of labor. At that time, the tender yellow cucumber flower, the pale purple eggplant flower, the horse orchid on the field, decorated the path of my school, the sound of running water in the ditch, the wind and rain in the field, is my "walkman." I remember that when I was out of school for a few years, I often met an old man who was chasing a car. He asked him why he didn’t change his voice. He replied: "The scorpion is very delicate, temperamental, and pay attention to feed. But the scorpion has good endurance, willing to endure hardship and effort. Little girl, do you know? The scorpion will not rest like a horse, and it will stand even when sleeping." The little scorpion swayed long ears and made two crisp, crisp nasal sounds, which seemed to be grateful to the old man. The grace of knowing. Since then, I have had a special affection for my nephew. After working on TV, or interviewing in the countryside, you will not feel too much barrier with the villagers. For the things in the vegetable fields, I even know a little bit about the carrots and the leaves of "beauty in the heart", knowing how much seedlings should be kept in the cabbage. This perception of the country is all on the way to school in secondary school.
In the middle school days, I have been a student cadre in the class. The academic performance is always the first and second in the class, so I am somewhat favored by the teacher. When I felt that I understood everything in class, I couldn’t help but talk. Often it is the same table: "Hey, I heard a story yesterday, especially wonderful, I said to you, okay?" The same table is often divided. So I set up the book, blocked my mouth, and whispered the book. The teacher stood on the podium, how can I not see? But I still want to leave some face for me, there is no immediate attack. When I couldn’t help but make some short comments at my desk or make a little laugh in my throat, the teacher thought that the time was ripe, and I ordered the name of the same table, reprimanded me, my unfortunate friend. Justify, just bow your head and listen. I, knowing that I am tired of my friends, I am also worried and I don’t dare to look up. In the middle school for 6 years, my desk changed four or five, and each one fell silent because I loved to talk. But no one complained because I had been on behalf of me, which made me very moved.
However, the mistakes I made in the middle school classroom were not all passed on. The so-called not to report, the end of the time.
In the second year of high school, I especially admire the students who can sing songs with whistles. They often ask them sincerely during the class. But no matter how hard, the consonance will never work, and can only blow out some anger, causing the companions to laugh at the sound of giving the child a urine. I am in a hurry! At this time, the class bell rang, which is a biology class. I am in the classroom, but my mind is still on the whistle. "How can I not blow it?" After tilting the tip of the tongue up - suddenly, a loud whistle sounded through the classroom. I was shocked: Who is blowing so loud? Then I immediately understood: I am myself, I am – I finally succeeded! Hey, aren't the class looking at me in amazement? Who will still laugh, I can't whistle? However, the joy of success was immediately interrupted by the teacher's majestic voice: "Who is openly whistling in the classroom? Is there any discipline? Please stand up." I stood in front of the class with shame. Don't mention it. I know that I have not only lost a student's decent, but also lost a girl's sense of proportion. The teacher on the podium pushed the myopia, and I couldn't believe that the troublemaker would be a recognized "good student." I was even more ashamed of the disappointment of the teacher. After a few seconds of confrontation, the teacher finally let me sit down kindly and swear: "Don't blow again during class."
Blow again? Since then, don't say that I don't want to whistle, I just want to blow, and I can't blow it.
In the middle school for 6 years, I have been very careful in my studies. My school entrance scores were not ideal and I was teased by my classmates. So the 12-year-old child has a plan to retreat. In my memory, every weekend is spent in the problem set. When I graduated from middle school, I was ranked in the top of the grades and I was promoted to high school. Entering high school, I became a top student. In the unified college entrance examination simulation test, my total score is ranked first in the district, so that the teachers and classmates of a group of municipal key middle schools affiliated to Peking University in Haidian District are impressed by my alma mater. At the time of the official college entrance examination, my total score was ranked in the top 20 in Beijing, and the language score was almost a perfect score. Students who do this are also considered to be the shame of Jingkang.
What makes me even more proud is that I developed good study habits in middle school, even at the crucial moment of the college entrance examination, no later than 11 o'clock at night. I firmly believe that if you concentrate on efficiency and efficiency, you don't have to hang on. Listening to the story of the ancients catching fireflies, I don’t think it is better to read the books during the day.
The cow blows such a pass, and the heart is slightly loose: at least those who read the words will not blindly accuse me of being "unruly".
The picture of the middle school has become complete: the path, the classroom, the classmates, the teacher... This bit by bit has become a six-day day: the days of hard learning are also rare good days.
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