Hello, high school sophomores
Another group of senior high school students have left the campus, leaving behind an emptiness and melancholy. Looking at the large and small bags in their hands and the wet tears on their faces, my heart was stung hard. Suddenly looking back, I realized that in the first year of high school, we walked too fast and had no time to adjust our steps. The second year of high school has already arrived.
After a short vacation, I entered the liberal arts class as expected, and I was safe. No longer regret the tears shed for science, no longer have the headache of those numerous reasoning formulas. I look up at the sky and see the sun shining through the dark clouds. The days are fading away, the years will be replaced by the future, and I can’t wait to forget the past.
I remember Xi Murong once said: "One layer is struggle, the other is transformation, and in the pain of suddenly looking back, what frequently appears is your years." I think, no matter where we are wandering, Even in the trough, you should give life a smile. I don’t want to admit that I am a nostalgic person, but I always have no choice but to recall the past. Time sometimes makes me feel terrible. It has diluted the friendship we vowed to make. Good friends have their own new classes, re-interpreting the protagonist's life. Behind the waves we have laughed about, there is no trace of tranquility.
"Sophomore year of high school!" I said a little weakly. The passing is like a speeding car in the city. No one can escape the ravages of time. We can never leave a cloud like a cat or a tear like a flower.
"It's my sophomore year in high school!" I said to myself a little tiredly. I was impulsive and did not enjoy the joy of youth, but created the so-called vicissitudes of life for myself.
"It's my sophomore year in high school!" I said to myself harshly. I am already quite old, and I can no longer hide in a pile of books and chat with "Grandpa Zhou". Everyone is growing up secretly, the once childish face in the mirror has matured, everyone is fighting for their future, I stood alone in the open field and the wind shouted hysterically: "I am very happy, we I once stood on the same starting line! ”
However, at the most critical moment, I quietly quit, not because I was afraid of the pressure of study, nor because I was afraid of failure in my struggle, just because!
I know that many people don’t know the reason why I gave up school. I just want to tell my relatives and friends, "It’s only the leaves that wither, definitely not the whole spring."
I hope fellow students who are struggling will not have stupid ideas like mine! A 600-word composition for sophomores in high school
My father’s kindness came from the mountains. In that remote hill that is not well known to people. He has been going around in the village for more than thirty years, and he is often happy that he has taken a small step. He does not understand the intrigues of those people. He only knows to remember the admonishment from his father: keep your feet on the ground. In his mind In his silly smile showing his teeth that were half blackened by the smoke and dust of the years, I harvested his simplicity and his happiness. It was a summer when the cicadas kept shouting and the scorching sun shone in front of us. The last lesson of that semester was sitting on the table, supported by the reason that everyone was about to be separated, dousing the fire of restlessness. He called and said that he would come over at noon to move things, but I didn’t know that he He would come so early. Maybe he also thought about whether to let me know that he was coming, or maybe he just wanted to stand quietly in the corner of the corridor swallowed by the sun and wait for me to finish class, but his familiar cough still made me I knew he was already here. He was a person who would rather arrive early than let others wait for him. Through the window with worn window paper, I clearly saw his silent expression, facing the diamond-blue sky, as if he was Thinking about something intently, sometimes he would take a few steps, and sometimes he would lean against the wall with his hands crossed, habitually taking out the cigarette and then putting it back. I don’t know how he has such great patience. He still remembers the time in junior high school. At that time, I asked him to accompany me to a lecture. He fell asleep after less than half an hour. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile that he was impatient. Finally, the get out of class was over. I saw him vomiting. His tone was like the stone hanging in his heart had fallen. He came over with a smile, took my schoolbag, put his hand on my shoulder with the calloused hand of time, and walked with me to the dormitory. Just as I was While I was busy sorting things, I accidentally caught a glimpse of my classmates running away. I didn't pay attention to it, but then I smelled a smell that was very familiar to me at home. We didn't say anything more. He seemed to have noticed something and walked away subconsciously. At the very edge. "The heaviest thing is the bundle of quilts, which were left behind last time. He hurriedly put the quilt on his shoulders, put his feet into his shoes and turned around to leave. Suddenly I wanted to chase him. I had the urge to go up, but I still didn't. I shouted: "Dad, drive carefully." He turned around and gave me a smile full of happiness that was different from usual. Confucius's explanation of benevolence is generally to love people and to cultivate oneself. , is the development of human nature to the ideal perfection. I don’t know if in the eyes of others, his simplicity and mountain-like silence are considered benevolence, whether he steps on ants, electric fish, and catches loaches is considered benevolence. He, no He was as knowledgeable as Confucius, not as gentle as Confucius, nor as loving as Confucius. But he will always be a benevolent person in my heart. Adopt the composition "Hello, sophomore year of high school"
Hello, another group of sophomores and seniors have left the campus, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness and melancholy.
My heart feels cruel when I look at the large and small bags in their hands and the wet tears on their faces. It stung hard.
Looking back suddenly, I realized that in the first year of high school, we walked too fast and had no time to adjust our pace. The second year of high school has already arrived.
After a short vacation, I entered the liberal arts class as expected, and I was safe.
No longer regret the tears shed for science, no longer have the headache of those numerous reasoning formulas.
I look up at the sky and see the sun shining through the dark clouds. The days are gradually going away, the years will be replaced by the future, and I can’t wait to forget the past.
I remember Xi Murong once said: "One layer is struggle, the other is transformation, and in the pain of suddenly looking back, what frequently appears is your years.
"I I think, no matter which trough we are wandering in, we should give life a smile.
I don’t want to admit that I am a nostalgic person, but I always look back on the past helplessly. Time sometimes makes me feel terrible. It has diluted the friendship we vowed to make.
Good friends have their own new classes, re-interpreting the protagonist's life. Behind the waves we have laughed about, there is no trace of tranquility.
"I'm a sophomore in high school!" I said a little weakly.
The passing away is like the cars speeding in the city. No one can escape the ravages of time. We can never leave a cloud like a cat or raise a flower like a flower. A tear.
"It's my sophomore year in high school!" I said to myself a little tiredly.
I was impulsive and did not enjoy the joy of youth, but created the so-called vicissitudes of life for myself.
"It's my sophomore year in high school!" I said to myself harshly.
I am no longer young, and I can no longer hide in a pile of books and chat with "Grandpa Zhou".
Everyone is growing up secretly, the once childish face in the mirror has matured, everyone is fighting for their future, I stood alone in the open field and screamed hysterically to the wind. : "I'm very happy that we were once on the same starting line!" However, at the most critical moment, I quietly quit, not because I was afraid of the pressure of study, nor because I was afraid of failure in my struggle, just because! I know that many people don't know the reason why I gave up school. I just want to tell my relatives and friends, "It's only the leaves that wither, definitely not the whole spring."
I hope that students who are struggling will not have such stupid ideas as me! A complete 800-word composition for the sophomore year. I want to say to 2016...
Sometimes I always calm down and think, is the current effort worth it? Will I still not be able to get into the ideal university? It was quite funny when I think about it. In order to encourage those students with poor grades to go to vocational education, the teacher said that they had learned a skill there, and then the company would remember to look for you, and said that in the future, people with good grades would come to work for you. A boy in my class and I got excited and said: We won’t study anymore and will go to vocational education! "The teacher looked at me dumbfounded and asked, "Why are you doing so well with your grades?" I was quickly persuaded by the teacher. However, the boy still insisted on going and didn't even attend physical education class. He said he didn't need to take the high school entrance examination so why should I run! I looked at him with envy, but I didn’t want to run either.
Finally, his mother was called by the teacher and persuaded him to take the high school entrance examination, but he had to give in.
We failed.
It was the same in the last exam for recommended students.
We both had pretty good brains. We could always get good grades in the competitive class even if we didn’t listen in class. We still didn't listen. When I was in the first year of junior high school, I still won the second prize in the county, but later I never won the prize again. The teacher asked us to do our own test papers, and we played with IPAD below and listened to the jokes.
Sure enough, neither of us passed the exam for recommended students. I thought he would pass, but he didn't.
The teacher thought that both of us would pass, but no.
No one knows how this happened, only we know it. To be honest, I almost cried to death in the days when I was waiting for the news. What if he was in love and left me alone?
Got it. After hearing the news, I was secretly happy for a long time.
Then came the high school entrance examination.
Reviewing, doing test papers, and giving a speech on behalf of the whole school.
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With five points for being an only child and five points for calligraphy B, I ranked first in the school in that high school entrance examination, and he was not bad either.
I asked him before the high school entrance examination. Which high school are you planning to take? He said he didn’t know, he didn’t think about it.
When we were applying for high school entrance exams, we went to the same high school and were not in the same class, but we still saw each other often.
I was still paying attention to his results silently. If he surpassed me, I would secretly make up my mind to surpass him. He also paid attention to me. When the final results came out, he would jokingly say, "You did better than me again this time." , I smiled and said that you did well in the exam! Work hard and try to get into a good university! Come on! My sophomore year in high school is as weak as in previous years! The cool autumn wind is quietly swallowing up the remaining warmth of midsummer. Autumn is still coming as scheduled with its unique charm. The difference is that I have entered the second year of high school.
When school first started, I felt that the group of classmates who had been with me for a year were still a bit strange. The two-month summer vacation was not too long, but it was enough to make people forget about it inadvertently.
So with that foggy confusion, I stood on the starting line of my sophomore year in high school.
The class schedule in the second year of high school is obviously more compact than that in the first year of high school. It is somewhat uncomfortable to face the unfamiliar face of the teacher.
But no matter what, this is a new beginning, and what I have to do is to cheer up and adapt to the changes around me in the shortest possible time.
I suddenly realized that I also needed to change, make some changes for growth, learn to be sensible, and learn to grow up.
In the third week of school, I experienced the life of studying agriculture and working for nearly a week.
This is undoubtedly another new understanding between classmates. Let go of dependence on family ties for the time being. Without the support and companionship of friendship, even just seven days will be difficult.
In seven days, I began to experience what it means to be in the same boat and help each other. The concept of collective became increasingly clear in my mind. In the process of studying agriculture and engineering, I realized a lot of the true meaning of life.
Life turns out to be an art, and we must be good at doing things, discovering and creating in order to see the bright side of life.
The true meaning of life is not contained in a certain chapter in the textbook. You cannot use formulas to calculate it or use theory to explain it.
Only by personally verifying it through practice can you gain some understanding of life. Each of us will experience this subtle process of growth.
Studying in school allows us to swim in the ocean of knowledge and constantly enrich ourselves.
I once thought that that would make people wise, but little did I know that beyond this vast ocean was a vaster and boundless sky. Compared with the ability that I was originally proud of, I am simply ashamed of myself.
We can identify the roses and tulips in the flower market, but we can’t tell whether the green buds in the farmland are winter melons or pumpkins; We don’t have a hoe or a rake to cultivate the fields; we are passionately loyal to the Western Christmas and April Fool’s Day, but we can only calculate the ancient Chinese lunar solar terms; we call ourselves the masters of the new century, but once we are separated from our parents, our lives begin to be chaotic and completely lost. How to take care of yourself... In such a vast world, what we have learned is really very little. In just seven days, I seem to have a deeper understanding of myself. Standing on the track of my second year of high school, I seem to have found the future. row direction.
If the shortcomings in life are a kind of beauty, then the meaning of life is probably to continuously learn and make progress to fill the loopholes in life and minimize the shortcomings! Composition: Sophomore year in high school, here I come
Life is a road, long and winding.
Looking back on our life journey, there are gains and losses, joys and sorrows.
Everyone will care for others throughout their lives, and they cannot do without the care of others for themselves.
It is this infinite love that makes our beautiful and colorful world possible.
Everyone is inseparable from the love of those around him from the beginning of his life.
Our young lives were given by our parents. Our parents poured infinite love into us and raised us with their love.
When we are growing up, we are faced with many things that we are at a loss for. It is our parents and the caring people around us who help us grow up healthily and happily.
There are many unfortunate people in life, and sometimes they are also lucky.
After my father was laid off, it was his classmates who provided him with information on how to get rich.
They go out to work together, where the boss cares about them as if they were his own family members, helps them solve the difficulties in life, and often invites them to eat together.
They work very hard sometimes, but they feel particularly happy for their family, because they receive love from others and know how to give love.
I remember one day, I saw such a story from the TV narrative column: There was a little girl who suffered from brain disease shortly after she was born.
His parents are ordinary farmers and cannot afford the huge medical expenses.
After the hospital found out, she performed surgery for free, and her parents were very touched.
Many well-intentioned people in the community found out and donated money, and soon tens of thousands were raised to allow her to be hospitalized for treatment.
The girl was saved and is now very smart. No one can tell that she had a brain disease when she was a child.
In this story, all the people who help the girl are as caring as her parents, giving her a new life.
She must have a deep understanding of the warmth and greatness of love, because she vowed to study hard and care about and help those in need like those good-hearted people when she grows up.
Although there are ups and downs on the road of life, it is these ups and downs that make us realize how happy life is.
The world is changing rapidly, but only love is eternal and only love is powerful.
Although the road of life is long, people give and receive the most love on this road.
I feel more and more in life: the world is so beautiful and full of love everywhere.
We all need to be a loving person, for you, for me, and for him.
Gorky said: "Who does not love children, children will not love him. Only those who love children can educate children.
"It can be seen that teachers love students is a need for education .
I remember one day at noon, the mother of Xiao Ding, a girl in my class, rushed to school out of breath. As soon as she saw me, tears burst out of her eyes. She choked and said: "The child's father is dying. I have to pick up the child now." Go back.
"Seeing this, I quickly comforted her and asked her to wait in the office for a while. I went to the class to call the child out and explain the situation first, so as not to frighten the child with the anxious and helpless look of the parents.
As expected, the child burst into tears when he heard the news... Holding the child's weak body, he couldn't help but picture Xiao Ding's loyal and kind father picking up Xiao Ding twice every morning and evening. That's it. A father who loved his daughter very much was about to leave her because of terminal liver cancer.
Xiao Ding’s mother has been laid off, and now the only pillar of the family’s economy is about to collapse. What will Xiao Ding do with her future life? Thinking about it, I could no longer hold back the tears in my eyes... Before school, I held an emergency class committee meeting and told the class cadres about Xiao Ding, asking everyone to care about Xiao Ding and help her take class notes. .
The class cadres took the initiative to go to Xiao Ding’s house that day to care and comfort her, so I took out more than 200 yuan from my pocket and gave it to the class leader to buy some condolences for Xiao Ding. Tell them to go in batches. The monitor will take two students to go first that night, and Teacher Liu will take a few more students tomorrow.
Let Xiao Ding feel the care of his classmates at all times.
When I walked into the classroom early the next morning, I was deeply moved by the sight in front of me. There was a donation box with red paper on the podium, and the whole class was waiting for me to host the donation. During the activity, my eyes suddenly blurred, and I said with tears: "Thank you, classmates. On behalf of Xiao Ding, I thank you all.
" On this day, the whole class spontaneously donated more than 1,500 yuan. money.
After sending her father away, classmate Xiao Ding returned to school, but there was no smile on her face anymore. On the way home from school, classmate Xiao Ding no longer had the burly figure of her father accompanying her in the wind, rain, cold and heat. I also regressed in my studies. In order to appease my overly sad heart, I specially arranged for two enthusiastic girls to go to school and go home with Xiao Ding every day, and I often made time to join them.
In order to make up for the lack of fatherly love, I often talked with her, kept abreast of her difficulties in study and life, and tried every means to help her solve them. Under my influence, my classmates also took the initiative to care about her and help her. she.
Gradually, Xiao Ding became cheerful and had a smile on her face. Her childishness faded a lot. She grew up and became a good helper for me. She got better and better at studying and became successful in mathematics. I became her favorite subject, and I became her best friend.
I have always felt that this society is becoming more and more cruel and ruthless, and the feelings between people are becoming more and more indifferent. It is like there is an insurmountable wall between each other. It's close, but my heart is far away.
Just when I felt chilled by the terrible phenomenon that this society has formed, and the successive disasters that have invaded and harmed our Chinese people, there have been many touching stories, which made me start to have a deeper understanding of the Chinese people. The concept of this society has changed, and the thinking has also changed accordingly. Looking back for a high school sophomore composition
Looking back "Looking back at dusk, that person was in the dimly lit place..." What a beautiful poem, the past is like the wind, sometimes it is really like the wind, making people unaware Unconsciously forgetting him, let us "look back on the past" and bid farewell, cherish the beauty that has accumulated, and sing for the journey.
We cannot stop the passage of time. Too many good things have turned into memories. Cherish this short time and the memories that are difficult to let go.
The breeze is blowing, no! It's the hot wind, it's blowing towards my face, it feels weird, it seems I haven't felt this way for a long time.
It seems familiar and yet strange.
I want to get close, but I am afraid.
Yes, it is a long-lost taste, the taste of harvest.
I forgot how long it was, and I never looked back on the past. I forgot how long it was, and I started to adapt to this new life. I forgot how long it was, and I also forgot how long it was, and I only focused on everything in front of me, but ignored it. The beauty of the past is thanks to this wind. This wind that accompanied my growth and left an indelible mark on my growth awakened my long-lost memories.
It made me realize that the past is also beautiful and should be cherished.
Looking back at dusk, I smell the smell of summer and the smell of wheat ears in the wind - once, we would run around in the wheat fields and watch the harvesters foraging like chickens. Working in the field, we stood and watched from a distance. The weather was very hot, but there were always many people harvesting tirelessly. Maybe the harvest brought excitement to them.
The wind blows every ear with the temperature of the scorching sun. I like this smell, because it represents harvest. Standing in the field, feeling the joy, it seems as if I have really returned past.
Looking back, this wind also brought me to my alma mater. It was also a harvest season, a harvest season for many students. High school life will end in this season, which makes me a little reluctant and a little sad. yearn for.
I don’t want to leave my friends, my desk, and everything there, but college is also very tempting.
Happiness and troubles always appear at the same time. Harvest brings us both happiness and troubles, allowing us to taste the ups and downs in this season.
Occasionally we will meet under the sycamore tree on campus to chat, joke as much as we can, laughter fills the wind, and record this beautiful moment, listen! The wind seems to have a sound... Everything is always so beautiful. Isn't the lost thing better than the current thing? I suddenly seemed to go back in time, as if I was back in high school. Maybe dust is the only gift the road gives to travelers, and the footprints prove that you have stepped on it step by step.
Presumably, this is growth.
The wind is still blowing moderately, the sun is still shining lazily, the season remains the same, but things and people have changed. I haven’t recalled it for a long time, and I haven’t felt this way for a long time. I miss my friend, I want high school life, which summer I want.
Sitting in the car, the wind was strong, but it could not dry the sweat on my forehead, because the wind was hot and the blowing was unbearable, but I wanted to get close to it. It was really a bit contradictory.
I miss home, I miss the ears of wheat in the fields. I want to go home and go back to the fields to suck in the fragrance of the ears in the wind. I am not afraid of the heat or the hard work. I just want to Feel the joy of harvest and the long-lost memories.
When I look back, I realize that the past is as beautiful as the present, and equally worthy of our cherishment. 800-word composition for the second grade of high school: Love turns harm
If you don’t love someone, please Let go so that others can have a chance to love her. If the person you love gives up on you, then please let go of yourself so that you can have a chance to love others.
This sentence is very straightforward and reasonable. It also teaches people how to deal with emotions from the side. Some things no matter how much you like, they are not yours. No matter how much you miss some things, you are destined to give up. Love It is a song that can never be sung in life. A person may experience many kinds of love in his life, but never let love turn into a kind of harm. Fate exists everywhere in life, and it seems that fate gathers and falls apart. It’s something that is destined. Some fates are destined to be lost from the beginning. Some fates will never have good results. But I just long to create a miracle. You don’t have to have someone to love someone, but you must have someone to have someone. Love him well, but it’s easier said than done. If you don’t believe me, try it? If sincerity is a kind of harm, then choose lies. If lies are a kind of harm, then choose silence. If silence is a kind of harm, then please choose to leave. If love is a kind of harm, then please don’t get close. But There are many things that are not like this, because it is not up to you to choose! If loss is painful, are you afraid of giving? If it is obsession or suffering, will you choose the outcome? If pursuit is painful, will you choose to be obsessed with it? If separation is painful, who do you want to talk to? Many things became clear only later, and many things certainly didn’t feel painful at the time. However, I could no longer find the way back.
There is a kind of love that is obviously deeply loved, but the expression is not perfect. There is a kind of love that is clearly known to be torment, but cannot escape. There is a kind of love that knows there is no way forward, but the heart has long since been unable to take it back.
Love is not a game because we can’t afford it.
Love is given sincerely. It is impossible to forget. No matter where I end up, I will leave a pure and beautiful memory in my heart.
I have never been easily attracted to others. Suddenly I found that I fell deeply in love with you. The feeling is really difficult to express in words. Is it joy? Or sad? You asked me to forget, do you think love is the kind that can be taken back as soon as you give it away? If so, it wouldn't be called love.
Maybe I don’t have enough courage to face the cruelty of reality, so what is courage? Am I crying for you to love me, or am I crying for you to leave? I guess there is no right answer at this time, but I have a heart that loves you deeply! "Heart" you are my only one! Chapter 2: When parents spank their children, it is love, and when parents protect their children, it is also love.
There are many ways to express love, and excessive love is often harmful.
China is a very traditional country. Chinese parents have very traditional ideas and always care too much about their children. It seems that they are always holding their children with their hands. We are "little birds" locked in a birdcage. , I can never fly to the blue sky I long for.
Foreign parents are open-minded and always respect their children's behavior and let their children learn to be independent. Various examples show that Chinese children are always less independent than foreign children.
Foreign laws indicate that when foreign children turn 18, their parents do not need to support them, and they must support their parents.
Although China also has this law, how many parents let it go? Foreign children will have a job when they are young, and some go to work as early as 8 years old, but their parents are not worried and encourage their children.
Therefore, the dreams of foreign children are always bigger than ours. There are continuous news reports about a 16-year-old girl traveling around the world alone in a boat, and a 14-year-old boy climbing the seven highest peaks in the world. He just recently climbed After watching Mount Everest, I thought, why can’t we? I think our Chinese children don’t even dare to think about it. It’s not that we are not good enough, it’s that we are not independent enough. Isn’t it true that our parents can’t let go of all this? Chinese parents are always worried that their children will not be able to make it in society. How many Chinese adults still stay at home without looking for a job and rely on their parents after they reach adulthood? Are these "old people" glorious? Did the term "gnawing old people" come out of nowhere? It's not all caused by the parents, it's just because they didn't let go of your hands, so Chinese children can never adapt to society and cannot be independent.
The biggest harm Chinese parents do to their children is to give them pocket money. Many parents in China are very busy. How many parents really care about their children, so they all have a "means" to encourage their children to learn. When children are given pocket money, they think they will study harder, and how many children use their parents’ hard-earned money to play outside and go to Internet cafes to surf the Internet. When they know that it is easy to get money from their parents, they will take more and more. When parents know that their children are doing this with their hard-earned money, how many children will fall out with their parents, and how many children will use their grandparents as a shield.
When parents don’t give money and all the money is squandered, there are a series of reports and how many people kill their parents. Isn’t this what the original 10 yuan or 20 yuan caused.
Although there are still some Westernized parents, when can those parents who still cling to the traditional ideas of the older generation let go of their children?
China is very rich, China is very wealthy, but China is still a developing country and a country in need of talents. Are talents cultivated with this wrong kind of love? Let go of the child, give it a pair of wings, and let the child fly to the blue sky of dreams; let go of the child, worry less about the child, less wrong love, there will be less harm to the child, and there will be less If you are harming yourself, let go of your child, let go, don’t let your love become a harm to your child throughout his life! 800-word composition for the second year of high school
After class, the students rushed to the playground like a tide. The playground suddenly became a sea of ??joy, with people racing, skipping ropes, and jumping rubber bands... Let You are dazzled.
On the runway, the students were chasing after each other, refusing to give in to each other.
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the front. It turned out that when Xiaogang was overtaking Xiao Ming in front, the pen he carried fell to the ground. Xiao Ming, who was running quickly, was not paying attention. , stepped on Xiaogang's pen, and the pen cap and pen body were no longer usable. Xiaoming was dumbfounded and said quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.
"But how could Xiaogang do it? Hearing this, he angrily said to Xiao Ming: "What's the use of being sorry? My dad bought this for 10 yuan in the store. I want you to compensate for it, and make it exactly the same.
"Xiao Ming still said While they kept apologizing, the two of them quarreled more and more fiercely, and more and more people gathered to watch. Seeing that there was no room for discussion, Xiao Ming had no choice but to agree to compensate.
The classmates told Xiao Ming that the supermarket across the street might sell it.
Xiao Ming ran into the supermarket, took a look to the left,...
Farewell to my sophomore year of high school, under the scorching sun, in the rush of footsteps, in the moving of piles of books, It's over.
The same summer, the same mood, the same us, turned around and headed towards the senior year of high school.
This is probably the feeling of "Once you turn around, you will live forever".
There will no longer be ups and downs of emotions, there will no longer be a bright smile, there will only be a dark blue lake without waves, just like the old man's long white eyebrows, revealing his deep eyes and tranquility. And kind and uncontested.
I originally thought that was my pursuit, a mountain-like life posture, and a monk-like life. But after all, I am still young, and my life experience is too shallow, and the advanced realm is beyond my reach. Therefore, I couldn't adapt, so facing everything in front of me, I was left with only regret and disappointment.
It seems that after going through various examinations, I have changed a lot. When facing examinations, I am not so nervous and anxious. When facing the future, I will always fall into deep thought for a long time. When facing hopes and disappointments, I am not too worried. Emotional ups and downs.
Everything becomes natural.
I also understand that I can do my best in advance, and everything will be a foregone conclusion afterwards. Since I can't change the past, what's the point of losing it? Efforts may not be rewarded, just like leaves fall in spring, but we cannot predict the results. We can only walk on the journey of our lives with a pious heart, step by step, praying for good weather and good food.
History tells us that from ancient times to the present, people have never stopped praying, but years of famine still exist, and natural disasters occur every year. Perhaps this is some kind of arrangement from God, for some kind of relationship in the world. Balance, deliberately arranged, we just can't understand it.
Imagining all this makes me feel much calmer and more open-minded.
Although I tried my best to review for this math exam, the results were not as good as I expected, or even very bad. However, I will not be depressed anymore, because I still have two years to go. I can still try my best to change some things. My goal is the college entrance examination. I believe that God will pay off and all my efforts will be effective. I am willing to work hard, just for the ultimate ideal, just to pursue the height of heaven. Just for continuous progress.
Only then will my life have meaning.
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