Despair, despair, the autumn wind is coming, and the pace of the new semester is approaching.
Everything looked as if I had just died, and I cried. Homework increased, test papers piled up, and our faces were embarrassed.
The students' heads slowly lifted from the desks, heavy and heavy. In the classroom, on the desk, look, there are many. Hang it up, do some math, read some English and recite some Chinese. The wind is quiet and the table is cold.
Chinese, math and English, you won't let me, and I won't let you, all of which are full of homework to catch up with. Like rain, like mountains, like ghosts. Test paper has bitter taste; When I close my eyes, my eyes seem to be full of exercises, tests and exams. At present, hundreds of homework are being done, and the size of test papers is being distributed everywhere. Practice is everywhere: miscellaneous, famous, nameless, scattered on the desk, like magic, like ghosts, but also like floating.
"The mountain of books is limited", yes, just like the teacher's pointer beating you. The wind brings the smell of some new test papers, mixed with the smell of ink, and the fragrance of various subjects, all brewing in a slightly dull air. The teacher put the table on the platform and got angry. He called the head teacher to lead the grade director to show off his hoarse voice and echoed the voice of changing the subject. At this time, the bell in the classroom keeps ringing all day.
Exams are the most common, and they last for two or three days at a time. Don't be upset. Look, like bayonets, like poison, like bombs, densely arranged, and a thin layer of smoke hangs over the students' heads. Your eyes are black and bright and your face is blue. At night, the lights are on, and a little dazzling light sets off a quiet and busy evening study. In schools, classrooms and corridors, people pick up their homework and write slowly. There are also teachers who talk about topics, bring chalk and glasses. Their figures are dense and silent on campus.
It's getting closer and closer to the weekly and monthly exams. Chinese and English, Historical Geography, Biopolitics. The topic is also like a punch, and the road is out. Do calculations, recite texts and try each other.
"There is no limit to learning the sea, but it is difficult to make a boat." School begins, there are some homework and some homework.
Homework is like a doll that just landed. It's new from head to toe, and no one has ever done it.
Homework is like a little girl, beautifully dressed, very difficult, very difficult.
Homework is like a strong young man, with important points and difficulties that you cannot break through. He took us to the exam?