Graduation means that the senior high school entrance examination is coming, and everyone has no time to be sentimental, because life needs us to struggle and struggle! However, I was disheartened and fell into the shadow of failing the exam. After receiving the teacher's thin report card, my enthusiasm suddenly dropped to zero. A month's effort, just for such a result, is too unexpected. I smiled numbly and recalled the past: for my "key point", my mother cooked for me from morning till night and designed recipes; Father insisted on sitting at the table every night to "accompany"; Relatives and friends who are far away from home regularly call and write letters to care about my study and health; Teachers often use their leisure time to help me analyze and explain a problem I don't understand; My classmates kindly changed seats with me, fearing that I would fall behind in my homework because of myopia ... They have paid so much, but I am ashamed to repay them with such achievements. However, it's not that I don't work hard! How many cold nights, I studied hard under that lonely lamp. Thought of here, my tears can't help rolling down with grievances. "XXX, what's wrong?" The teacher looked at me kindly. "It's hard to get a bad test, isn't it?" I nodded gently. "The teacher knows that you have tried your best. I analyzed your test paper just now. You should remember: success or failure belongs to the past, and the key is to grasp tomorrow ... "The teacher slowly enlightened me, and my enthusiasm filled my heart bit by bit. When I entered the classroom and opened the book, a piece of paper slipped quietly: "Don't lose heart, show confidence and courage, and everything will be fine." There is a long list of classmates' signatures at the signature office. I dry the tears left in my eyes and review with a smile. I am a strong person, and I can't let people who care about me down!
In the days of welcoming the senior high school entrance examination, I was accompanied by "licorice", "chrysanthemum" and "sun god", and I still studied hard under the lonely lamp. Behind me, there are teachers, classmates, parents and relatives who fully support me. I will live up to expectations and stubbornly sprint to the "finish line".
In the days of welcoming the senior high school entrance examination
In the dim light, I saw birds flying in the sky. Oh, that's an eagle. There was a voice in my ear, and there was a lot of sonority in it: "Khan-"I looked back impatiently, and it was Li Jianwen. "Why? Fat bastard! " "I want to ask what time it is?" Faced with his innocent face, I had to look at my watch in a daze: "It's six twenty!" " "As soon as the voice fell, I saw countless hands raised around me, all holding paper balls, and countless voices:" Is this true? " "Don't fool me!" "Down with evil forces and let the facts speak!" I tried my best to protect my face and shouted, "Don't fight yet, it's 6: 20 to kill me ..." Only then did I realize that wearing a watch was also a crime.
Look up at the blackboard and rub your eyes. The teacher is still talking and the students are still listening in a daze. The whole classroom was as dead as a forest destroyed by fire. Look at the sky outside the window. It's dark and the stars are yellow-I'm not dreaming.
"Bell ~ ~ ~" The school bell finally rang, and the students cheered "Yeah, yeah!" But I feel very lost, because every end means another beginning-my heart is crying!
In fact, this trip home from school is what I am most looking forward to. Chatting with friends always feels like a brief encounter. Parents Zhang and Li are our favorite people to talk about. They take knives at will, and vent their anger at homework, classmates and teachers on that person, cursing and cursing. I believe that man can't stop sneezing and swearing: "I don't know which fool is scolding me behind my back!" "
When I got home, I looked at my mother's face first, which was fine. It's cloudy and sunny. So I immediately threw myself on the table and began to do my homework. What I like best is the "short story" written by floret (the head teacher). After writing five or six stories about that, my waist is no longer sore, my back is no longer painful, my legs are no longer cramped, and I have the strength to walk ... OK, stop it and do my homework-just one word!
The night is getting slower and slower, and the light in my mother's room goes out. I put down my pen and leaned over the table, reviewing everything that happened in this day-only Sister Hua smiled and praised me most clearly. Looking back on my own situation, I have no feelings about life and no requirements for material things. Perhaps this is the feeling of an ordinary middle school student in the days of welcoming the senior high school entrance examination! Picking up a cup of coffee and sipping it carefully, I simply opened the curtains and looked at the sky-the night was still dark and the stars were still bright.