Composition: Senior Three Life
You haven't finished your homework, but the road in the middle is urgent. Today's college entrance examination, those who can take the lead. This is the autumn of fair competition. And those who are diligent, conscientious and selfless, consider the kindness of their parents and want to repay them. It is advisable to study hard to repay the kindness of parents and the virtue of teachers. It is not appropriate to feel ashamed and not believe in yourself to block the road to success.
In the class, in the room, everyone is one, study hard, not suitable for similarities and differences. If there are noisy and disruptive people. It is advisable to pay, criticize and punish the old class to show its determination to win the battle, but it cannot be left unchecked, which will make the class unhealthy.
Li, Ni, Mou Yang, etc. They are all strong men with excellent grades, which is based on hard work. I think that if you don't know what you are learning, you will learn from it, and then you can make up for it and benefit widely.
Yan, the squad leader, is dedicated to his post, noble in character and fluent in the world. He tried in the past, and the old class called it "energy", which was based on public discussion. I think, if you don't know anything about the class, you can learn from it and then do it, which will definitely make the class atmosphere pure and harmonious.
Work more and play less, so this result ranks first. Play more, learn less, so this result is backward. The old class talks about this every time, but unfortunately the class is not diligent! Tian Li, Skywalker, Sanpin and Master are all good books. I hope you can do them well and enjoy them well, and then you can remember to wait for that day if you succeed in the college entrance examination.
Yu Ben, a poor student, plays alone and enjoys his leisure time at school, so he is not on the gold medal list. Old Ben didn't take my meanness seriously and blamed himself. After finding my spare time in the dormitory and teaching me to study in my spare time, I was grateful and promised the old class to work hard. It's today, I'm studying hard, and I'm coming to the exam. I'm working hard between emergencies, and I'll come next March.
Lao Ban knew Yu was trustworthy, so he sent him to preach. Since I was appointed, I have been worried all night, afraid that my poor grades will hurt my old class. Therefore, I usually try my best to study with you. Today, the foundation has been laid. Find a way, find a way, sprint hard, and then volunteer for the college entrance examination. In addition, we will report to parents and teachers.
May you forget yourself and do your best. What about the college entrance examination? Today's thin college entrance examination, tears streaming down my face, I don't know what to say Don't have a taste, my senior year life.
Dai Luqing, Senior 3 (16)
Just like a child suddenly finds that there is little left in his piggy bank, I find that the life of senior three is here, and there is not much time left in senior three. I looked at the thin calendar, which read the school year of senior three, and turned over a new page in a complicated mood.
tense；nervous
With a little nervous, I walked into the classroom of senior three. This is the oldest teaching building in the school. Is it the school leaders who let us feel the atmosphere of senior three? The classroom full of vicissitudes of life, the dark head and piles of textbooks make me feel so real in front of the third year of high school, touching my heart, banging … jumping much faster than usual! I put the water bottle on my forehead, trying to calm myself down and write down the first feeling of entering senior three-nervousness.
lose
The pace of life in senior three is very fast, and there is no comparability between senior one and senior two. Even in the liberal arts, the test papers are still one after another. Although it is not "blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", it also makes people feel that "the sea of questions" is slim. The teacher kept writing on the blackboard, and the students copied it quickly below. It was a bit like "The horse walked in front and the car followed quickly" in Farewell to the Pavilion. When the bell rang, the students were still studying hard at their desks. Run to the canteen as quickly as possible after school, and go straight home for a while after evening self-study. Soon, we got used to and tired of this "three points and one line" life. I lost myself in the fast pace.
sober
Soon, I woke up from my loss. The red numbers on the report card made me understand the cruelty of competition. The words of teachers and parents are like handfuls of hammers, which hit me hard and made me awake after the pain. "Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat." If you stop when others are making progress, you will be left behind. No, I don't want to stay, I don't want to see the disappointed eyes of teachers and parents, and I don't want a depressed myself. Those are not my ideals, my wishes, and they will never be!
Meet the challenge and work hard.
After waking up, I began to meet the challenges in my study and life. "Since you can't change your present life, get used to it and change yourself!" I silently said to myself. Maybe the road ahead is long, the competition is fierce and the reality is cruel, but I believe that through hard work, I can find the way to my dream and success. "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" If I don't work hard, what can I do to laugh until the college entrance examination in June?
Like a blink of an eye, the time of senior three flies by; Like an overturned five-flavor bottle, the colorful life of senior three is going on in tension. I appreciate the taste of senior three, and taste the sweetness in the bitterness. No more hesitation, no more confusion, sober and confident to face the challenges of every subject!
I believe that I am the best! I can fly if I work hard!
Don't have a taste, my senior year life.
Zhang Zhao, Senior Three (16)
We walked all the way in a daze and woke up suddenly, only to find that we had set sail and started a new voyage. Facing the blue sky and the sea, I am curious, strange, fearful, confident, hopeful, tearful and laughing ... All kinds of contradictions and feelings have been mixed in my heart for a long time, but I think maybe life is wonderful because of its diversity.
Are the colors rich? It's delicious, too
First taste, bitter! When entering the third year of senior high school, the first thing to do is to quickly adjust the biological clock and completely get rid of the lazy habit of going to bed early and getting up late during holidays. But you know what? It's easy to form a bad habit, but how difficult it is to get rid of it.
Look! I was late the first morning. In fact, I rationally set my alarm clock at 5: 20 before going to bed at night. Even when the alarm clock rings in the morning, I tell myself rationally that I will only sleep for 5 minutes. Who knows when I woke up, my god! It was 6: 05, so I almost ran to the wrong teaching building all the way, but I was still "late". Facing the stern eyes of the head teacher, I almost dare not look up, just like a little mouse stealing oil, alas. ...
Come again, spicy! With the aggravation of learning tasks, the courses are also busy and the self-study time is prolonged. I can't tell the east from the west, but fortunately, I know the way home. Seriously, I really feel a lot of pressure, not only from the pressure of study, but also from psychological pressure, and I often feel physically and mentally exhausted.
In my sophomore year, my weakest subject was geography There is a new geography teacher now. He treats people very kindly and lectures very carefully. He almost put us at the zero starting line, and everything will start again. For me, this is simply a chance to be born again, so I work hard on geography. Every time I finish a class, I always feel heavy, full, gratified and of course tired.
After bitter and spicy, my taste is sweeter.
I remember when junior high school entered high school, that is, two years ago, that naive and ambitious girl faced a new institution of higher learning. However, in the confusion, she fell into a net of self-editing and self-weaving, struggling and groping, and was hurt all over. It's senior three now. This new and intense life woke her up from her sleep. She was no longer naive, naive, contradictory and hesitant. Walking home alone every night, looking at the stars in the sky, thinking that I am working hard day by day to get close to my goal, I feel particularly solid and sleep soundly, because I know exactly what I did today and what I should do tomorrow. Such a full life makes me very happy.
The ups and downs of the third year of high school and the variety of the third year of high school make me understand that since I have chosen a distant place, I must go forward bravely, even if it is in the same boat through thick and thin.
Don't have a taste, my senior year life.
Liu Jianwu, Class 20, Senior Three.
After three months of hot summer, unfortunately, I became a senior three and returned to the starting point. On the same runway, looking back at the traces of time, I can't help but burst into tears. Every bit of last year is in my heart. If senior three is a container, then what I put in is a dose of five flavors soup. In retrospect, it still has a different taste.
Life in senior three is very depressing. Entering the third year of high school, people began to get busy. In the long night, we worked hard, glanced at the completed test paper and breathed a sigh of relief. Can take another look at the unfinished paper, but also have to sigh that the night is short and the sea is wide. Where is the shore? Senior three, there are many exams, and our mood is like a sine curve of a trigonometric function, fluctuating up and down. For me, the depressed mood has turned into a straight line, which really means "nothing can eliminate this situation, only frowning and taking it to heart." Scores have become the cause of our happiness and the source of our pain. People say that "teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow." I think this man must have never read senior three before he dared to talk such nonsense. Our life has become a standard 3. 1 line. From morning till night, I'm afraid the meditation masters in Shaolin Temple will be ashamed. But because of this depression, we have matured. It is because of such setbacks that we are strong. The days passed painfully.
Senior three lived a sour life, looked at the familiar faces around him, and thought about the separation after only a few months, and I felt a deep nostalgia. Looking at the deskmate next to me, I really want to interrupt his hard work and have a good talk with him, because we don't have much time, but I saw his frowning face and knew that I had another problem. I couldn't bear to disturb him. I looked at the classmate in front with a crooked nose. I really want to say sorry to him, we will be separated soon. What kind of hatred can't be let go? I really want to "try my best to test my brother's existence, greet him with a smile and forget the grievances." As a result, the days slipped away quietly in such reluctance.
Life in senior three is sweet. We are busy day by day and enrich ourselves day by day. We cheer for every progress in our grades and feel relaxed and happy for every problem. When I get home every day, my parents care more than before. When we hand over a cup of fresh green tea, we will savor its sweetness. Days slip away quietly in this sweetness.
The most important thing is to leave as soon as we meet. When a friend handed me a classmate's book, I wrote a blessing words magnificently, and my senior three life ended like this. A little more helpless, a little more parting, I lost a year, but I gained a treasure that I treasured all my life.
Don't have a taste, my senior year life.
Hu, Senior 3 (14)
In a blink of an eye, I will be a senior three. Senior three, a once distant word, is now in front of my eyes, so real and profound.
In retrospect, I stepped into the gate of high school in high spirits, thinking of making great achievements here, but because I didn't control myself well, I let my once proud studies slip away. Two years is like a blink of an eye, so I slipped through my fingers without leaving any trace. When I entered senior three, the first thing I did was to reflect on my behavior in the past two years. First of all, a sour taste came to my mind.
Senior three means staying away from TV, novels and all kinds of fun. Senior three means that books are full of questions and exams are constant. Some people say that senior three is the most unforgettable time in a person's life, and it is also the most bitter time. It's only been a few days since senior three started school, but I really feel the pressure of senior three. The repeat classes on the same floor are even more tense. In fact, the bugle of progress has sounded, but the harder battle has not yet started. Senior three may be hard, but we won't back down because we don't want to regret it. At this point, I do have a bitter feeling in my heart, but I won't give up.
Life in senior three is inseparable from the taste of "spicy"! There is a spicy feeling in my eyes when I see a problem that I can't solve at all, but others can easily solve it. When I saw the bright fork on the test paper, there was a spicy feeling in my throat; When I saw my parents' eager eyes and embarrassed expressions, I felt a burning sensation in my heart. At this time, a voice in my heart will shout loudly: "Keep these spicy flavors in mind and wait for them to become the sweetest taste!" "
My heart is full of all kinds of flavors every day, sour, bitter and spicy, but there is only one flavor left. In the summer vacation, I attended the graduation party of an acquaintance. He was admitted to the University of Science and Technology of China. Looking at his parents' smiling faces and his confident expression, I deeply felt the sweetness and happiness in their hearts. At that moment, I knew that all the hardships before were worthwhile for him, and I will taste that sweetness in June next year.
Some people say that senior one and senior two are the preparation process, and senior three is the decisive stage of the election. The horn of my advance has just sounded, and my sails are full of wind, waiting to set sail. Even if there are thousands of flavors in my heart, it has become my motivation.
Standing at the end of my high school career, I look forward. I seem to see the most beautiful flowers blooming around me one day, emitting the sweetest fragrance. Because I know, no matter the ups and downs, this is an essential taste of my senior three life. One day, I will be rewarded.
Don't have a taste, my senior year life.
Zhang Chen, Grade Three (18)
You, a bit like Xu Zhimo, stood on tiptoe gently and approached me without disturbing the horizon. Despite my little unprepared panic, you clearly announced that you were a senior three.
I used to be afraid to mention these two words, because I have seen too many people put a lot of their youth on it, but they were eventually pulled down, so I was once troubled by fear and fear. Unexpectedly, the legendary nightmare purgatory life will start so quietly.
As usual, I shuttled back and forth at 3: 01, rejoicing in physical education class's relaxation for dozens of minutes, chatting about the land and laughing happily. It's just that in countless "business as usual", I'm not used to the peace between classes, the seriousness of sleep deprivation, the silent pace and the inexplicable sense of vicissitudes. Look at those students who are lively and abnormal, and even habitually fall in love with the sky, and see if there are some tired birds in the sky like you and me who are still struggling to fly. ...
There are more and more books on my desk, which reminds me of an article I read about Sacrifice in Senior Three. The author wrote the third year of high school earth-shattering, but sad. The seemingly calm situation in front of me has really filled the smell of scattered smoke, and I have begun to learn to converge, learn to calm my slightly restless heart with endless questions, and begin to learn to accept everything calmly; The extension of self-study, without the special care of the drill, pretended to be relaxed and watched the younger brothers and sisters play wantonly and rushed into the cinema full of snacks; Until I began to feel a kind of melancholy, a spring flowing eastward filled my heart. That is, the alternative taste of senior three life. Melt a little bittersweet, let me obediently bury myself in the fortress-like book mountain; With a little sadness, I think of that moment nine months later: I studied hard at the cold window for more than ten years and found a result in two extremely tense days. I'm afraid I'll burst into tears when the bell rings at the end of the last door. Looking back on the days when I studied hard and hanged myself yesterday, I'm afraid I can't help but feel the faint real pain. I'm afraid this depressing experience will make me grow old overnight, and then look helplessly at the calendar turned over on the wall and wonder if I really waved goodbye to that terrible time that I didn't want to relive. ..
Fortunately, everything is just a fantasy, so I'm glad there's still enough time to fight for it. Even these endless fantasies are unique experiences that only senior three students have. As for me, I will really grow up after the storm. I will thank God for his care and gift, and after many trials and tribulations, I will cast real gold.
Suddenly, I burst into tears and smiled, sincerely praying for more violent storms and cherishing this different flavor of senior three life.
Don't have a taste, my senior year life.
Senior three 17 class WU GANG.
Seeing this topic, I couldn't help laughing. Thinking that it is still 5: 00 p.m. in June 10, I announced to all netizens that "I am a senior three!" " " ; Thinking of the basketball court, at 5 pm on June 10, all the boys left the basketball in unison and shouted, "We are senior three! " ; Thinking of the corridor, at five o'clock in the afternoon of June 10, six boys lined up and sang "I'm going to senior three! "From the first floor to the fifth floor, and then from the fifth floor to the first floor. At that moment, we were so excited, just when we entered the third year of high school. What we say and do are too similar! Yes, we are senior three, so we can confidently ask our parents to improve their food, boldly sing "A good teacher won't hurt our beloved students a little bit", and "howl" on the roof with a red face and a thick neck: "I want to fly higher, dance like the wind and break away from my arms"!
In September, we officially entered the third year of senior high school. The teacher patted the table and shouted: "In the 2006 college entrance examination, our class tried to test two Tsinghua Peking University and 30 key points, and the whole class was admitted to the university to prove the strength of our class." With milk in their hands, my parents said, "I'm a senior three now, and I only have nine months to suffer." Let's fight. " We encouraged each other: "Come on!"
Listen attentively to the teacher's lecture every day, actively do endless homework, receive the review materials ordered by the school from time to time, and then ask the parents for money with a depressed face: "No way, who told me I was a poor child?" In the third year of high school, at 2 o'clock and 1 o'clock every day, you can have some fun and exercise your nervous system: you are tired of studying, humming songs and discussing topics with your classmates; Class is boring, answer the teacher's questions, or play a little joke with the teacher to make everyone happy; Life is boring. I will watch the boys stand in a row in the corridor, watch the beautiful women downstairs sing "Look at the girls downstairs, in fact, I am very cute", and then learn to roar in the tone of the class teacher: "Ew!" Scared the boys to rush to the classroom at the speed of rocket burning ass. ...
Although the life of senior three is not as easy as that of senior one, it is also more fulfilling than that of senior one. My senior three life is not as boring as my brothers and sisters say, but full of fun, hope and challenges. I like this kind of life: neither sour nor sweet nor bitter nor spicy, but it excites me, makes me high-spirited, makes me full of passion to do everything, and makes my day full of beautiful hopes.
My senior three life has just begun. Looking at the dark sky outside the window, I wrote on the test paper: After wandering in Grade One and being confused in Grade Two, I found my own way, and my life in Grade Three was different. Senior three is an unnamed river, and I crossed it deep or shallow; Senior three is colorless wine. I drink both bitter and sweet.
Strive for June 2006 10!