The cherry blossoms in Shanshi headquarters are about to bloom, in this season of youth and in this season of unbeaten flowers. I'm afraid my teacher or I didn't think I would have such a day. I, a student who once counted down, could stand in such a good university and watch such beautiful cherry blossoms flying. It seems a little too good to be true, but what's not true? What's not true that I bought with my own efforts! Maybe I should have written down my memories of the past long ago, but I am afraid to recall those painful days. A few days ago, I wrote a learning strategy in the post bar, and I met many people who confided their confusion and confusion to me. Watching them walk proudly on the road I once walked, as a person who has been there, I think it is necessary for me to tell them how I walked through this thorny youth road. A snail finished the 18-year college entrance examination and got the second place in the whole school. Many people say, Zhou Mobai, you are really amazing, just a genius in liberal arts. Genius? It sounds colorful. What a beautiful word it is. But what about the facts? Does such an understatement erase my efforts for more than ten years? Is my achievement a gift? I don't think anyone but my parents and I can understand how much effort I have made for the college entrance examination. 1997, I was born. In 2000, I still can't speak. My parents suspected that I was dumb or mentally retarded, so I went to the hospital for examination, and the doctor judged that I was slow in language learning. People often say that "three-year-olds are not to be taunted", and I think everyone knows how three-year-olds should behave. I don't think I was born a good material to study. In 2003, primary school. I finally entered the first grade. Because I have been growing up in the countryside, it is different from the education of urban children. When urban children learn children's songs, I learned to catch loach. More ironically, I even learned to smoke. I heard that it took a long time to quit. So, when my classmates sang "Where is Spring?", I was confused. So, when the students skillfully counted from one to one hundred, I was confused. It is difficult to put away a wild thought at once. On the first day, I was punished for forgetting to enter the classroom because I watched my senior classmates play glass balls, and I forgot to bring my exercise book the next day. On the third day, I learned Pinyin. I don't know if it is a natural language learning delay. I can't understand why "B" and "ai" can pronounce "bye". At that time, I didn't know there was a word called "prejudice" or "prejudice", but now I understand that the class teacher has had prejudice against me since then. Maybe she thinks I am a good material for an underachiever. In fact, as she expected, I really became an underachiever, still the most incompetent one. Some people are poor at school but good at sports, while I have nothing. It is very interesting for the class teacher to arrange seats. Grade one or two always sit in the front row with good grades and in the back row with poor grades. I studied hard in order to sit in the front. Later, I found that those who studied well sat around me, and the front row became some students who could afford famous brands. This finally broke my hope of sitting in the front row. So, in those six years, my seat kept wandering in the last three rows, and most of the time I was with the trash can. Parents often say, "You picked it up from the garbage. I think I have been feeling the taste of home for years. This feels so good. I have never seen such a snobbish teacher, not yet. I have never hated a teacher like that, so far. Supposedly, in such an environment, when I meet such a teacher, I should be the kind of person who has gone or will go to the abyss of crime. But no, I want to thank my parents and my math teacher in grade six. Fortunately, my parents never gave up on me, no matter how anxious I was when I was three years old or how disappointed I was when I got 57 points in the first exam in grade one. God, my father is a college student! In his time, how many college students could a village or a county produce? That's a real favorite. When I think about it, when someone says I'm top student and a genius, I'm ashamed. I'm not as good as my father. I often think that if I had such a dull son, I would have given up long ago. Most parents probably gave up long ago. I remember one of my classmates in primary school had the same grades as me, and her mother and my mother were colleagues. However, when he failed, his mother would only beat and scold him, and at ordinary times she only cared about playing cards and never paid attention to him. I haven't seen him since I graduated from elementary school, and I haven't heard from him. It's not known whether I went to junior high school or not. Fortunately, my parents never gave up on me. My parents taught me to say "dad" and "mom" over and over again when I couldn't speak. I don't know pinyin, so my parents make it up again and again. Because of my parents' insistence, I slowly dragged on my way to school. Like a heavy snail, slowly but still moving forward. As a result, the first grade failed, the second grade just passed, the third grade was 70, the fourth grade was 80, and the future was stable at 90 points. It was at this time that I met one of the most important teachers in my life, Miss Li. I hold grudges very much, and the teachers I have held grudges may account for half of the teachers who have taught me. I am indifferent, and my grateful teachers may only account for one-tenth of the teachers who have taught me. Teacher Li is one of the few teachers who can be grateful to me. I don't want to say how high his teaching level is or how serious his teaching attitude is. In recent years, I have met many teachers, nine times out of ten, who charge tuition fees in the name of making up lessons. Those who insist on not making up lessons are virtuous. Only Mr. Li makes up lessons but doesn't charge a penny, and will also give students food as a reward. Moreover, I have never seen him discriminate against any student, even those students whose class leaders are too lazy to give them a dirty look. I once saw Mr. Li touching the head of the most unpopular student and encouraging him to study hard. I didn't feel anything at that time, but now I feel more moved every time I think about it. Many times, we really need a good guide. 20 10 years, junior high school. In the third year of junior high school, I changed three class teachers. The first one is a violent maniac. I can't seem to name a boy he hasn't beaten. Many times I had the urge to stab him to death, but I was crushed by reason again and again. Some people say that "the best scholar comes under the cudgel". Although my grades have improved under his * * *, I think at that age of character building, I am afraid it will do more harm than good. Otherwise, how can I be so grumpy today? The second one is also a snob, not only snobbish but also hypocritical. I hate people like that. I think such people are not only unworthy of being a teacher, but also unnecessary to be a man. As a result, this year's grades dropped rapidly, falling from the top 100 in the whole region to the top 100 in the whole school. There's nothing to say. It's just that I'm young and frivolous. Sometimes I'm too emotional and do things that hurt my enemies and hurt my relatives. I believe there are many people like me. Please don't repeat my path. If you hate me, make yourself strong enough to make him tremble! Instead of giving up on yourself, your frustration will not bring any pain to your enemies. The third is a good teacher, very strict and loving. Nowadays, many people like to say "You can do it", and that teacher is the kind of person who can set an example, so her strictness is not annoying, but touching. In the third year, my grades fell to the bottom, and I realized that there was no hope for key high schools, so I simply didn't want to go to high schools. I think this is my own business. No one can control me, and no one should control me. It is strange that she should not allow it. It's strange that she tried to persuade me to go to high school again and again. Strange, if I go to vocational high school, vocational high school can give her a lot of introduction fees. It is strange that there are such stupid people in the world. 20 13 years, high school. I was finally persuaded by that strange teacher and went to a strange high school. High-spirited, but the reality has poured cold water on it. I thought I was at least in the top 100 when I went to such a bad high school with my score, but I didn't expect to fall in the 200 th. At the opening ceremony, the leaders smiled and said how many two, how many three and how many specialties they can take each year. Later, I heard that the opening ceremony of key high schools only talks about how much the key points have gone and how much one book has gone. It's ironic, but I really didn't even qualify for irony at that time. Because, after a casual calculation, I found that I was not so sure of even three books. Such a big psychological gap, I always thought I could play or get a second book. Military training is divided into classes, with ten classes and four key classes in the whole grade, which are almost all so-called key classes. I'm ranked 46th in the key class, my deskmate's sister 16, and there are 50 students in the class. On the first day of class, I felt for the first time that this world is not as beautiful as I thought. In study groups, everyone said their rankings and scores to each other. It's embarrassing that my ranking is so bad; It's a shame that she laughed at me. I still find it hard to believe that the ridicule and disdain can come from such a gentle girl. But it really happened. I have never been so resentful, and it is the first time that I feel so clearly that if you are not strong enough, you will be despised and trampled on by others. I secretly swear that I will let her know how tough I am and how stupid her ridicule is. After reading this, do you think I will soar to the top and become the first throne from now on? Haha, this is not a novel, and the reality is not that simple. In fact, in the first month, I still couldn't help but want to play. My heart is like a plain. It's easy to release my horse but difficult to collect it. How can a wild heart say that it is hard to study? But to my surprise, I actually got into class 16 in the first monthly exam, aged 56, and the girl who laughed at me happened to be 46. I have always known that many people have water in the scores of the senior high school entrance examination, but I never thought or expected it to be so big. So many times what we see is not necessarily true, or even if it is true, what does this have to do with our continued efforts? However, this hard-won victory has given me unusual confidence. I think I may work hard to really reach a height that people can only look up to. In that case, why not work hard? So I began to endorse day and night, really day and night! Seize all the time to brush the questions during the day and read the textbooks desperately with a flashlight in the quilt at night. That time was my hardest time and my fastest progress. By the time I was in the third year of high school, many things had been forgotten, but what I remembered under the covers at that time was still fresh in my memory. Someone asked me if I have any good ways to learn. I can tell you that there is no way to learn. If there must be any way that is not a way, it is hard work, yes-hard work. If the first year of high school is hard, then the second year of high school is the hardest. The English and math I fell behind in junior high school made me walk hard on the way forward. I watched it fall step by step only by ranking the literature and Chinese, but I could only watch it fall step by step, but there was nothing I could do. The only way to keep a good grade is to catch up on English mathematics. However, people's energy is limited. My previous achievements have used up all my energy and time. Specializing in English mathematics means bearing the risk that the strong subjects will become weak and the weak subjects will not necessarily become strong. I think your teacher must have said to you, "Take more time to make up the weak subjects and keep the strong subjects." Seriously, the reality is not that simple. When I really do it, I realize that it is a joke. If I can really spare some time to make up for the weak subjects, and at the same time, I can keep the strong subjects. Why should I study the strong subjects so hard and take the time I can spare to play badly? In the first month, the weak subjects increased by five points and the strong subjects decreased by ten points. In the second month, the weak subjects increased by seven points and the strong subjects decreased by fifteen points. In the third month, the weak subjects increased by 20 points, while the strong subjects didn't know how much they dropped. I only remembered that I lost the title of the first in literature and synthesis for the first time. The fourth month. . . . . The fifth month. . . . . In the n th month, I finally broke into a butterfly and returned to the peak. It looks like a beautiful story of * * * silk counterattack, but how many people can know the bitterness? The ranking has dropped again and again, and you know that you can make up for it quickly by studying more and strengthening your subjects, but you can't. Once you give in, you will lose all your efforts. The saddest thing is not the continuous decline in grades, but the incomprehension of teachers and parents. They can't see your efforts, and they can't see your pain of breaking a cocoon into a butterfly. The only basis for them to judge whether you deny real learning is the ranking of grades. Even if you don't listen to a class this month, but you did well in the exam, they will also say that the child has worked hard this month, so he has made progress. Hehe, isn't it ridiculous and ironic? But this is the reality. Most people will only see your success, and only you can understand what you are doing behind it. So when you try to change, don't listen to other people's criticisms. When you succeed, they will naturally shut up. In fact, the third year of senior high school is the easiest year, and the foundation laid hard in the first two years is still solid, so this year is just to keep the memory of knowledge. The only difficulty is probably the impetuous mentality, looking forward to the college entrance examination every day. During this period, I read many so-called chicken soup articles and listened to many so-called brainwashing speeches. I think many times, these things are useful. As long as they are true, why don't we believe them? Why scoff at chicken soup? Hot-blooded youth is worthy of youth. I didn't expect to write so much, but simply recalled an experience and mental journey of studying in these years. I don't know if anyone will listen to me patiently until now. (Laughter) Some people may say that this is chicken soup, but what should I instill in you? I don't know myself, but simply analyze myself for everyone to see, for my younger brothers and sisters, for my parents, for my teachers and for the society. Many times, what did we do wrong, what should we do, and what we still need to think about. Share it! Original source: rs66