Senior three. When I wrote these three words, the nib seemed to be shaking. It's just that the air conditioner is turned on too much, so I comfort myself. There is no longer a senior three in the campus of Nuoda University, and their vacancies should be filled by us. I want to say that I am a senior three, but I always unconsciously recall my senior one, senior two and junior high school life. It seems that people are particularly prone to nostalgia when they are in senior three, and they always look forward when they don't want to be in senior one. I dare not look forward, because I feel extremely lost and at a loss when I look forward. On the threshold of the third year of high school, we have already felt the momentum of the coming events. Crossing this threshold, we don't know what kind of rivers and lakes are spilled with blood ... We are cocoons of senior three, closing ourselves up bit by bit and cutting off contact with the outside world. But the caterpillar must go through this process to become a butterfly. I once watched a glass fall to the ground, and the sound was so crisp, crisp and almost desperate. Fragments bloom like fireworks, and they bloom beautifully. The cup is beautiful, but it's broken, broken. The broken voice echoed in my mind. What else in the world can make such a sound? Dream on. You can do the same with a broken dream. So I had a feeling for the third year of high school. In senior three, each of us waded through mountains and rivers with a beautiful and fragile crystal ball and finally crossed a wooden bridge. Whoever breaks the ball, the game is over, just like a game, an irreparable game, an irreparable game, a desperate game. We are fugitives one after another. Actually, I'm not a fugitive, because I can't go forward regardless. I am a cloud, drifting with the wind when I am looking for it, and wandering when there is no wind. Sister said, senior three, you should play hard. I said I'm not a cat. I don't have that kind of life to play with. My sister shook her head and said that you were only a sophomore, and then we were silent. My sister is right, but I'm too ignorant to think everything is too simple. But I think I really can't be a fugitive, but I can make a kite, tied by the line of the college entrance examination, and it won't float again. Maybe the kite tied with thread is unhappy, but it can endure for a year. Before that June, I was a kite with peace of mind, walking as fast as the thread pulled me, but after that June, I was asked to leave at once. Senior said senior three is hell. I'm new here and don't have much experience. I just think the classroom on the fifth floor is too high, which makes me feel tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired. I wonder if there is an elevator that can go straight to hell. "Hell is here, can heaven be far behind?" I soon learned to use this sentence to comfort myself. So you can sit in hell and look up to heaven. Siwei said: "when the sun shines in, I see light instead of the reflection angle of the incident angle;" The air is fresh, not nitrogen, oxygen and carbon dioxide; Every student is lovely, no one is the first, and no one is the thousandth. "The end of the article is the beginning of my senior year. Starting from tomorrow, be a smiling person and care about exams and rankings; I have a dream, facing the third year of high school, bloom will be warm in spring.

? After the college entrance examination this year, I am already a senior three student. Standing at the entrance of senior three, I can't help looking back. There is only a happy scene in front of me. Standing at the entrance of senior three, what can I expect? Standing at the gate of eighteen, what did I miss? What do I regret standing at the door of the countdown to the college entrance examination? Standing at the door of the turning point in life, what else can I do? Standing at the door, the threshold is in front of you, and turning around is the cliff. The world is going to destroy my childhood, and I have nothing to say! I just hope the threshold is not too high! Senior three have passed one by one, and we are just a link in the cycle. In fact, when I think about my original ideal, I feel more and more distant. I am afraid or not confident. It is difficult to give the sky a smile when the exam is going on. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, and I met no way back, the college entrance examination.

I really have to face this step. Now that you have chosen high school, you should be prepared. Although I wasted a lot of time, it's not too late to mend! I don't have to regret anything, just let nature take its course! Just stand at the door and get up the courage to step in! Stand at the entrance of senior three and learn to be strong! There are some sad things in life. The college entrance examination is very painful. Be Big! Be Big! Only in this way! Tears can flow, but a ship with a fragile heart can carry a lot of worries! I heard that every year on the eve of the college entrance examination, people are under too much pressure and choose to land from upstairs. I used to think it was ridiculous to laugh at them because they were so fragile. I stopped laughing today and felt sorry for them. The disadvantages of the college entrance examination have been highlighted again and again, and I have inhaled smoke in the face of the battlefield. We are all in pain in the face of the college entrance examination, but we must hold on and don't turn pain into pain. The ancients said that "power cannot be bent". It must have been expected that today's "college entrance examination pressure" will suppress all students preparing for the exam. ? The future is bright and the road is tortuous. The road of life is not smooth, and the road to Rome is not straight. We should learn to advance in twists and turns and achieve the unity of progress and twists and turns. Work hard! A year is a year! Standing at the gate of senior three, you should learn to give up. Hedonism is not the goal of life. Still have to proceed from reality. Learn to give up. Dark clouds and thunderstorms. In my sleep, my smiling face disappeared without a trace. What is lost now will come back in the future, perhaps better than now. Imagine a three-month holiday as soon as the college entrance examination is over next year. No matter how good or bad the exam is, it will collapse in an instant. Buried grievances suddenly broke out, and the enjoyment at that time was also deserved. For the sake of happiness at that time, we must get serious now. Give up happiness and accept destruction just for this time next year! Standing at the entrance of senior three, you should know how to cherish. Cherish time. 365 days, three point one line, round trip, one day. Instead of closing your eyes, it is like going back to childhood. I can't play all the way without a time machine. Cherish the friendship of classmates. Seventeen years old, all grown up. Only high school life is the most unforgettable. Cherish the present, or meet again after a long separation and lose contact. Treasure! Just to doodle on the road of life. Soon, senior three will arrive. Just like this hot summer day, heartless! Be baptized, only Frost bloom is the best! Standing at the entrance of senior three, what can I say? Stop talking. Test the truth with practice! I can!

The full and busy summer vacation has passed, and the tense and short senior three school year is slowly opening.

Standing at the door of the third year of high school, I hesitated, afraid of blood splashing under the door, afraid of swords and shadows.

Looking back, it was a row of crooked but particularly clear footprints on the weeds. Along the way, there are seeds sown by laughter, buds watered by sweat and successful flowers. There are no green hills and beautiful waters, no BMW cars, no brocade trees and flowers, but there are also some casual and romantic wild interests. Much cuter than this rusty heavy door in front of me.

Hesitantly turned around, and the scene behind him became nothingness. Endless darkness has dyed my eyes red, and only the door emits soft and warm light. Bullying my teeth finally pushed open the door that has been dusty for eleven years, the door of my destiny.

When everything may become a sacrifice of fate, we have to shed the only blood. One can dry up a million bones. There is no choice, this is the battlefield where you die. Nothing matters except defeating every visible enemy. I don't believe in tears here. I have no sympathy. I can't escape. Only by training all my efforts into the sharpest sword can I reach the exit on the other side, wash away my sin and get rid of it.

No more flinching, no more wandering, I pushed open the door of senior three. I have to face up to the front, put on my armor, and fight my way out with unprecedented determination and courage to seek the final redemption.

In fact, senior three is a continuation of senior two. The college entrance examination is still far away.

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? Live like a madman every day. Perhaps this is the most famous training place for lunatics in the country. From the education bureau to the school and then to the teachers, the learning policy of "crazy fast" is implemented. Learning is as fast as going crazy.

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? The scenery is still good. A small mountain city, through the window of the roof, you can see the distant mountains. It's really far.

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? The corridors are always crowded with students who need to get rid of depression. Looking up at the sky, the cloud pressure is very low, and maybe the sky is the closest.

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? For months, it has rained moderately and distastefully. Probably the rain will not fall on the heart, and no one will be in the mood to let it fall on his head.

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? Not very bright classrooms are full of hard-working people, and hard work is only the state, not the essence. The blackboard is full of words, especially physics, and the exercise in hand is chemistry. The distance between the eyes and the blackboard is not empty, and there is something invisible in front of everyone.

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? The bell can't give people too much stimulation. China has a large population, which can be seen not only in the railway station in Spring Festival travel rush. The stairs didn't come down by themselves, but were pushed down by others. I was at the door when I was relieved, but the crowd didn't disperse.

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? Students also have to attend the meeting, and there are many. Many people are "born" and can only listen to others. But you can't talk.

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? The top scholar in the college entrance examination the year before last was your role model, and leaders seem unwilling to have only one top scholar. Senior four students may have the courage to boo their leaders. This will be a mobilization meeting and a swearing-in meeting. The college entrance examination is just around the corner, and it is about to sprint. Leaders like to moan without illness. In fact, students are bored, leaders are bored, and the most boring thing is endless meaningless meetings.

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? With a goal in mind, confusion still accounts for the majority. I don't have the courage or ability to carry decadence through to the end. You can only watch the cigarettes in your hand, but you can't smoke them.

Sitting in the classroom for no reason, thinking about the future of yourself and others, wondering if you are going the wrong way and sitting in the wrong place. There is no spider web on the ceiling of the classroom, and there is no sunshine in the sky outside, just like a person's future.

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The note will still be absent-minded and then absent-minded The starting point is a nervous boy, and the end point is an expected girl. There is no class flower, but the school flower is next door. Geometry problems really don't have much attraction.

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? Jay Chou's new song is ringing in my ears. Psychological dark scold teachers can't keep up with the times. Who wants to find an unforgettable friend to discuss JJ Lin and Xu Ruyun?

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? The choice under the Chinese textbook no longer needs courage and avoidance. Who says Chinese is the main course?

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? School seems to be fixed in everyone's mind. In fact, going to school is equivalent to eating and sleeping, that's all. Mechanically simple. Life is like this. It's easiest not to repeat the training of fools and idiots.

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? The restaurant is rough in material and empty in spirit. There is no peace in food, only competition. Restaurants can be as famous as toilets and dormitories, because they are all activity spaces. The essence of dormitory and toilet is the same. Restaurants have the same reputation as toilets. And all this is the extracurricular life of senior three.

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? Senior three is used to kill, not to catch. You can't see bloom flowers in the building, and you may not be able to see them when you leave the building. Walking through a few old buttonwood trees, what is lacking is romance, because there are more bells.

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? Senior three has a fake maturity. Just like a mouse made a hole in the kitchen, it immediately began to laugh at the cockroaches in the cupboard. There are no cockroaches in the north, and there are no schools.

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? The main color of depression. Silence is the main form. But reality doesn't matter. There is no lack of darkness in the classroom of senior three, with occasional laughter or groans of laughter.

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On a lazy morning with dark clouds, the sun sneaked into the classroom. The eyes in the classroom began to look for their own shadow, and then put their own shadow under their feet, with a winner's attitude and satisfaction after conquest.

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? The incandescent lamp at night gives off a sad light. Glasses rejected that sadness. Looking out of the window, there is a pair of glasses that refuse to be sad. It turns out that glass can also be sold.

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? The scene in the dream is illusory and real. This is a play in which neither the hero nor the heroine appeared, but the play is still on. The dream continues. The sunshine outside is covered by dark clouds again. There are trees, buildings and distant mountains outside the window. The blackboard is full of crooked words again. My eyes passed through several important things and blurred in front of the blackboard. Before I heard the bell, the stairs were already crowded with people.

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? The air smells of moldy food peculiar to restaurants. Smells like a trash can and a toilet. Disrupt the space of senior three. I walked past those buttonwood trees that didn't die, and Jay Chou's new song sounded in my ear, and I walked past with a piece of wordless paper in my hand. ...

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? I haven't woken up yet, and the play of senior three has been finished.

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? It turns out that tomorrow is the college entrance examination.

Standing at the door of the classroom

Looking forward to the end of the senior high school entrance examination, I have a book in my heart. Except for the best English test, I am not surprised, and the rest can be described as handy. In the past few years, the teachers have devoted themselves to their work. The middle school deep in this mountain produces many talents every year. It is these respectable and amiable teachers who are helping us to jump the dragon gate. Walking out of the examination room, I can feel the teacher's concerned eyes, how much I care, how much I expect, how happy I am ... Standing at the door of the classroom, I know I want to travel far and fly out of the mountains, but I am so sad. On the hillside behind the school, there are students singing with the sunset. The river in front of the school has our morning reading with dew. The red azaleas on the opposite mountain may be more enthusiastic next March. There is a problem that our teachers and students join hands in the classroom. There are students' catharsis and warmth in the dormitory in ................................................................................................................................................................... for about a month! When my grades came down, I was the first person who didn't intend to learn the news from the culture and education group, so I quickly went to tell the teacher who was cooking. The teacher left his job and led me to run. The good score of 565 points made the teacher pay tribute. After a short period of happiness, there is endless trouble. I want to go to high school, college, college! University! What charming words and attractive places! My mother insisted that I go to a normal school. What an iron rice bowl it is, standing at the door of the classroom, impatient, hesitant and crying. .......

After three years of normal life, I can't tell exactly what kind of confusion I have read. I fear the smartness of teaching and despise the small, conceited and self-abased crying of the podium. I still burn the midnight oil under the oil lamp, and my heart is still lonely and wandering. I have lost my youthful smile and demeanor. ......

After graduation, I experienced all the difficulties, a little joy and more confusion. I stood at the door of the classroom. This is the place where I will stay all my life, not here, not here! ! ! When I went to Qiu Lai in the spring, I stood at the door of the classroom, surrounded by children, parents' unreasonable troubles, the lofty sentiments of getting ready, the loss of hating iron and not turning into steel, the long-lasting modernity, and the sad roar. ......

Standing at the door of the classroom, I sent off batch after batch and ushered in batch after batch. Years have weathered the face of youth and can't erase the dream of flying. Standing at the door of the classroom, looking into the distance, the outside world is wonderful and unwilling. Standing at the door of the classroom, the daily necessities are old and small, which is rare. ......

At every door, there is a person stopping. Only you and I know the scenery inside and outside the door. .......