Some people say that the college entrance examination is reborn after death, and we break the glass with our bodies, leaving us with a bloody self. Others say that the college entrance examination is a single-plank bridge, and you will be carefree after crossing the other shore. And what is my college entrance examination? Is it like the predecessors said, or is there another sky of your own? I can only wait now, waiting for the coming of the long college entrance examination, just like a long and mottled dream. All the cells in my body are fighting for the college entrance examination and my future 24 hours a day. However, in the face of the fierce and powerful college entrance examination, all my struggles are pale and powerless, or I am struggling unnecessarily.

Most of the past left tears, and the future was in chaos. Waiting for the college entrance examination is like a mottled and lengthy dream.

I remember that the year of the senior high school entrance examination was the waterloo of my life, and the feeling of failing the exam was gray despair. I curse the injustice of fate, and my heart aches, but what can it do? Fate is predestined, and none of us can change it. That year, I could see the sadness in my parents' eyes and the contempt of my classmates. Everyone around me seems to look down on me. The sky lost its color, birds began to leave, willows began to wither, ponds began to dry up ... and fate began to collapse at that moment. Because I care too much about winning or losing, too much about face and too much about the senior high school entrance examination, it has become an unbearable weight in my life.

Time can heal all wounds, and the shadow of the senior high school entrance examination gradually disappears. X middle school in my freshman year was once called a third-rate middle school by me. How funny fate is, and I, a self-righteous person, have hit a wall everywhere, and I have not shown my face. The increase of subjects, the increase of difficulty and the blood-red score once again make me wonder if I am an idiot. I have a clear conscience, but I have failed my parents' expectations. There's really nothing I can do.

The hand of time has pushed me to the second year of high school, and I can't hesitate any longer. Or I'm numb and have no mind to think about my future. My fate is in my hands, but who can tell me who holds my hand?

Accidentally saw Wang Guozhen's poem Love Life;

I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.

Now that I have chosen a distant place,

I only care about the hardships.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Because I like roses,

Just show your sincerity bravely.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Because the target is the horizon.

Only the back is left to the world.

I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.

As long as you love life.

Everything is expected.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I think I have understood. Seeing my aging parents at home and my growing body, I began to feel great responsibility on myself. I have no reason to be decadent. I should also take every step of my life bravely and without regrets. The future sky is waiting for me to paint, waiting for me to paint with colorful colors.

My classmates said that the number of students admitted to this middle school is very small. I gave a wry smile. I think, even if I don't pass the undergraduate course, I will seize every minute of my life and work hard, maybe in vain, maybe it will create a great miracle.

The hand of fate has pushed me to the cliff. I have no way out. Standing on the shoulders of senior two, listening to the wind, believing in the blue sky, waiting for the college entrance examination, believing in the future and surpassing dreams.