Kneel for an article about 1000 words, about leaving senior three and encouraging senior one and senior two students to speak under the national flag. urgent

After June, we are no longer in senior three.

Time dried up the paper full of handwriting, but there was no dry simple memory.

Laughter and tears lingered in front of me for three years.

In a trance,

The dusty past, like the tide, broke through the gate of memory and turned into an ocean of tears.

The dribs and drabs of the past turn into a warm current and flow through the heart.

The familiar melody of youth drifted away from my ear, suddenly far away and suddenly near.

After June, we are no longer in senior three.

For three years, we have

I am used to getting up when it is hazy.

I am used to brushing my teeth and washing my face with sleepy eyes.

I am used to cursing the hateful education system while walking and counting the time before the next holiday.

I should have read early when I entered the classroom. I secretly had breakfast after the teacher left …

I am so sleepy in class that I want to sleep when the bell rings.

I piled the books high and pretended to read with my head down, but I fell asleep peacefully at the moment when my head was lying on the book.

Or, under the cover of a lot of books, "fingers flying" on the mobile phone keyboard, "lingering" in the novel world.

After being crazy and enjoyable under the pile of books, I suddenly looked up and saw the countdown to the college entrance examination.

So, reluctantly grabbed the book and turned it over distractedly.

We are used to complaining about Chinese, math, English, politics (physics), history (chemistry) and geography (biology) after reading the course, but there are few sports we like.

We are used to reading novels in Chinese class, killing ourselves with mobile phones in math class and having a good sleep in English class without listening to the teacher.

But after June, we are no longer senior three.

I like to write my youth vows on my desk.

I like to write my helplessness on the wall.

I like to press the mobile phone keyboard quickly in class.

I like to sleep quietly when the bell rings.

When I take a nap, I like to plug in headphones and listen to some songs I like before going to bed.

I like to go to the stadium to "sweat" during the activity class;

I like reading magazines and newspapers that I haven't read for a long time;

I like standing on the balcony, watching the boys and girls walking around downstairs and commenting on them.

Like a group of friends to brag together and show off their cleverness;

Like a group of friends together, vent their helpless youth;

I like to change seats frequently in the classroom and discuss with my new deskmate in a low voice.

I like to give nicknames to teachers when chatting;

I like to meet my favorite ta deliberately and accidentally in the corridor or corridor;

I like to open my eyes when I walk to see if there are any handsome men and women I like around me;

I like to sing N songs with my voice open in the shower, and then when my roommate laughs out of tune, I'm still singing happily, regretting that I didn't choose to read music.

I like to spread holiday rumors everywhere, and I don't know where I heard them.

I like to look forward to not having to study in the third period every night;

I like to talk nonsense with my roommates before going to bed late;

I like to play with my mobile phone under the covers every night before going to bed.

I like to lie in bed for a while every morning and go to class later;

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But after June, we won't be in senior three.

Afraid of every exam, but expect to get good grades in every exam;

Afraid of publishing results, but looking forward to publishing results to see if their ranking has risen;

Pretend you don't care about your grades, look at the rankings again and again when no one is around, and then walk away silently;

I thought: if I don't make progress in the next exam, I won't work hard, but no matter how I make progress or how I regress, the sweat of hard work will never stop flowing.

But after June, we won't be in senior three.

Accustomed to getting up at six in the morning;

Used to brush your teeth with your eyes closed;

Accustomed to the meal that is not very delicious in the canteen;

Accustomed to doing things unrelated to study in class, we should always be alert to the ugly face of the leaders on duty at the back door window. Whenever the leader on duty appears, everyone pushes the mobile phone and novel in the desk almost as skillfully as a conditioned reflex, then sits up straight, pretends to hold a pen that can't write, and looks at the blackboard carefully. I wonder in my mind if the leader on duty has left. After a while, I heard the noise around me and smiled.

But after June, we won't be in senior three.

In a blink of an eye, we will leave the bitter days of senior three, and all the habits have become so unaccustomed.

I thought my youth might be released at the end of senior three, and I thought I would usher in another spring of my life.

But we often think of three years in high school.

I want to go back to the classroom of senior one and look at the words I wrote on the desk and wall.

I want to go back to the classroom in Grade Two and look at the blackboard full of homework.

I want to go back to the third grade classroom and watch the countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard.

I want to know the students who worked hard together on the college entrance examination front.

I want to know my deskmate who can't bear to wake you up from your sleep in class.

I want to meet the teacher who shows us the way of life.

I want to see the campus full of our laughter.

Looking back on my three years in high school, I always have an impulse to cry. How disappointed and reluctant I am.

The twilight years of senior three will always be the best memories of our youth.

In high school, it was a little bitter to think about it. What is bitter is not the experience of living in those years, but the fact that I no longer have that kind of life.

Former classmates, former teachers and former campuses have faded away, leaving only imperfect memories.

After June, we are no longer in senior three.

After June, we will go our separate ways. At that time, the sadness and loss of the past will spread in our hearts. How sad it is to leave, tears will flow down.

It is another blooming season, and countless dream catchers have entered the final sprint stage. You and I won't be alone, because we are both soldiers on the same front.

At this moment, we are about to graduate, leave our alma mater and start a new life journey. We should work hard.

At this moment, we are about to graduate, leave our former classmates and start a new round of communication. Don't forget our friendship.

After June, we are no longer senior three.

The best memories of youth are gone.

Then you add your own encouragement. Can you give me more distribution?