The earth is turning, time is running, and I am meditating, not for anything else, just to turn my dreams when I was young into reality, just to welcome the third grade, and also to wait for another brand-new start after the third grade, so the third grade is a baptism and a struggle for me.
It has been more than two months since I entered the third grade. In this short time, I seem to have experienced a thorough baptism, and I don't seem to be the same as before. Now I will rack my brains for a difficult math problem, chew words for a difficult ancient Chinese text and practice the pronunciation of a simple word repeatedly.
I am surprised by my change, but also gratified by my persistence. Gradually, I seem to be integrated into the atmosphere of the third grade, accustomed to meeting the continuous learning tasks every day, accustomed to the overwhelming test papers, and accustomed to shuttling through the strings of Chinese characters, numbers and letters. It sounds like a heavy life in grade three, but it has also become a different enrichment in my habit. It seems that only by living in such an environment can my heart be filled with an indescribable sureness.
But sometimes, the third day is bitter for me.
I remember one time after the exam, I was full of confidence and felt that I had played very well. But as soon as the test paper was issued, I was dumbfounded at once. A huge "48" on the top of the test paper was particularly dazzling, and my mood fell from the clouds to the bottom. Later, I worked hard to improve my knowledge, and now I can get more than 100 in the exam, so the bitterness of senior three gives me a different feeling.
On the way to the third day of the senior high school entrance examination, I thought, sighed, heard, shed tears and sweat, but also laughed ... In the end, I only became a poem. ...
Just to find the way to the end, just to walk through the most difficult and difficult road, no regrets, just to look forward to the end of this road, how colorful it will be.
The short primary school life passed unconsciously and came to an end with sighs and laughter. Entering junior high school, the first grade is like seven notes. No matter how you arrange it, it is an extraordinary piece of music. Junior high school life is bitter, astringent and sweet ... anyway, it is an unspeakable feeling.
The first experience of junior high school life: bitterness.
When I first entered junior high school, I was very excited and curious. Celebrate the first day, the second day ... fortunately, in a few days, tutorial plans, words and piles of homework will be overwhelming, no! Plus I have to get up early every day, come home so late, and have endless homework, alas. It turns out that junior high school life is bitter and tired. However, if you think about it carefully, what can be regarded as efforts?
The first experience of junior high school life: astringency.
The exam seems to be a disaster for us. Faced with a variety of examination questions, people are caught off guard, the big cross on the examination paper makes people feel like being struck by lightning, and the heavy homework is even more unpredictable. Tears of disappointment ran down my cheeks and into my mouth. Junior high school life is astringent, like tears, but I believe I am not afraid of astringency, because astringency can make me awake again and understand my future direction better.
The first experience of junior high school life: sweet.
Just as there is always a rainbow after a storm, junior high school life is naturally sweet. On weekdays, I did well in the exam. When I answer a question or other questions correctly, the satisfaction is as sweet as almond cake. It turns out that junior high school life is also sweet. What is the sweetness? I think it may be a quiet life, a return to pay, a longing for the future, and an infinite longing for the future!
Life in junior high school is like a net, and bitterness and joy are the golden shuttles for weaving the net. Immersed in this network of bitterness and joy, we know ourselves. ...