"There is still a month before the college entrance examination, and the teacher hopes that no matter what interests and hobbies you have, you can keep up with everything, put it aside for the time being, and wait for the last time of the sprint, the four years of college, and some time for you to pursue your dreams and improve it to your heart's content!" Zhou Qingmei finally concluded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Pap, papa, papa....." A burst of applause rang out, pulling back the thoughts of everyone in their thoughts, and then everyone's expressions froze in the next second, and some people even rubbed their eyes unconsciously, the tall young man at the door, is it really him?!

With his appearance, the classroom also seemed to be covered with a layer of bright light, and everyone's eyes were invariably focused on him, from head to toe, in their eyes of Zhengji, the whole person's temperament seemed to be reborn, elegant with confidence, as if with its own halo, no matter where it went, it was destined to be the focus of everyone's attention.

"Teacher Zhou, I'm back, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?" Teacher Zhou, I heard what you just said, and in this last month, I will also come back to work hard with you to draw a perfect end to this beautiful three-year high school career." Zhengji walked in front of Zhou Qingmei as he spoke, and said seriously, and Liu Lu, who came in at the same time behind him, was completely ignored by everyone at this time, and she was not disappointed, but she was so happy, quietly sat back in her seat, and looked at Zhengji's back with a relieved gaze.

But she didn't notice Wu Xinmei on the side, her eyes were complicated to focus on Zhengji and her, when Liu Lu and Zhengji entered the classroom together, she felt a burst of sadness, Liu Lu was really in love with Zhengji? Otherwise, how could she be tacitly late? The slightly sour emotions covered up her joy at seeing Zhengji after a long absence.

Zhou Qingmei didn't expect to say that Cao Cao Cao was coming, the sudden political discipline seemed to be a dream, she stayed in place for a few seconds, looking at the political discipline that was more than a head taller than herself, and only came back to her senses after a few seconds, her expression was slightly excited and she nodded seriously who wanted to maintain her authority: "It's good to be back, go back to your seat."

Zhengji returned to her seat and smiled at Liu Lu, and the warmth between them fell into Wu Xinmei's eyes, which made her feel an urge not to vomit and be unpleasant and jealous like never before.

Masaki sighed slightly, looking at the desk where he was about to take out the textbooks from the stool, the book was not taken out, but it was still the same as last time, as usual, it was a thick stack of letters of all colors, pink, lilac, and even painted with red hearts, buried his books deep at the end of the stool, protecting the letters, preventing them from falling, Masaki took a lot of effort to turn out his Chinese textbook from the many messy letters and gifts, looking at the slightly wrinkled book cover, he exhaled slightly.

The surrounding classmates, almost all of them are floating on the side of Zhengji, curiously watching his every move, in their eyes, Zhengji seems to have become a humanoid halo, participate in the Spring Festival Gala, receive the Golden Melody Award, everything is a rare thing to talk about, under the cover of these halos, Zhengji, invisibly like the morning sun outside the window, a few girls are even more nervous, looking at the stack of letters protected by Zhengji's hand, among them, there are also them, Zhou Qingmei also found out about this situation, shook her head helplessly, she is used to it, Zhengji came back to class last time, why is it not such a scene？

Zhou Qingmei snorted lightly, pulled everyone's attention back from Zhengji, and raised her voice by three points and began to lecture.

The third year of high school can see the movement of light in the classroom, see how the leafy trees outside are withering day by day, and there is also a blank for the future.

The classroom is always filled with light at an angle of 35 degrees and 60 degrees, and then the light casts dark shadows on each angular and three-dimensional classroom space. In the third year of high school, students have almost no holidays, and even if they have a pitiful few days, they will be filled with piles of test papers. This is already a common thing for most high school juniors. Everyone believes that they have complained, resisted, and struggled, but in the end they still chose to compromise, because they are already in their third year of high school! So, in the diary, it is no longer a confession and response of love, no longer sad words and pictures, but a sunny tone, writing down their dreams and beliefs, and more encouragement to themselves. Everyone lived a life of "classroom-canteen-dormitory (home)". The phone is either turned off or shut down, and the network you fell in love with is also disconnected. There are more and more books on the desk, but there are no more romances, comics, science fiction and the like, except for tutorial books or tutorial books, I would rather buy them than read them, rather than let them lie in the bookstore, at least that will make me feel at ease.

Doing questions, reading, eating, sleeping, listening to lectures, taking exams, ...... The days are repeated day by day, and everyone in the third year of high school is like a robot controlled by **, and life is boring and mechanical. But no one will stop, because everyone is running, and even if you don't want to run, at least you have to walk quickly, anyway, you just can't stand still, in that way, it is equivalent to announcing in advance that you have been sentenced to death by the college entrance examination. We all have only one belief: to move forward to university, and the steps are hurried and determined, and no one wants to fail on this final journey. Three years of kindergarten, one year of preschool, six years of elementary school, three years of junior high school, three years of high school, sixteen years for an ideal university. Only fight, can only fight!

In the third year of high school, you should never think that you are the most diligent, hard-working one, unless you don't eat or sleep, and you study 24 hours a day. Have you ever seen a person who skips three meals? Have you ever seen a person who is desperately doing problems in the classroom in physical education class or self-study class? Have you ever seen a person who runs wherever he walks, and still wishes that he could fly with wings? Have you ever seen a person who gets up at 4 o'clock in the morning to memorize a book? Have you ever seen a person who treats the classroom as a home, treats the lunch break as self-study, and carries pillows to the classroom? Have you ever seen a person who punishes himself for not eating for a day before completing a math problem? Have you ever seen a person who does not go home for a year just to save a little more time to read? Have you ever seen someone who memorizes a textbook and remembers every word on any page? Have you ever seen it...... If you haven't seen someone like this yet, then in your senior year of high school, you will definitely be able to meet them.

I still remember the motto of a classmate: "I am not a person in the third year of high school, and I will be a person every year after that!" Because of dreams, because of faith, because of the future, because of family, everyone has no reason to say to give up, no face to say to give up, no courage to say to give up. Every student believes that diligence can make up for clumsiness, and God rewards diligence. We want to go far, no matter how far the road is, we want to chase our dreams, no matter how narrow the road is, we want to have a future, no matter how dangerous the road is.

Masaki has seen someone cry anxiously because they can't solve a problem, and I've also seen someone smile with joy because of the repeated search for a problem.

Three

They will cry, but tears do not represent cowardice, but symbolize strength.

can laugh, but a smile does not mean happiness, but a symbol of persistence.

Masaki suddenly found that, in fact, the third year of high school is very happy, because it is full and meaningful, your life has a plan, no longer blind, your life has a direction, no longer confused, your life has a goal, no longer empty.

The third year of high school is ruthless, and there is always more pain than joy. We need to give up, give up games, give up extracurricular books, give up everything that has nothing to do with the third year of high school.

The third year of high school has affection, so that our intelligence and courage are increasing day by day.

When sorting out books, the pile of books that are taller than oneself is reluctant to sell or give away, especially those notebooks, which are written day by day for 365 days. What is recorded in the notebook after another is the persistence of dreams, and the witness is the stubborn self in the third year of high school - unwilling to compromise with reality, unwilling to be ashamed of himself, unwilling to let himself down, and has the courage of "not being a hero if you don't go to college". However, no matter how much a person strives for perfection, he cannot be perfect. There were still a few unread tutorials and a few undone workbooks in that bookcase, but after June 8th, they were meaningless.

There was a moment when Zhengji looked out the window, the sky was there, the clouds were there, the trees were there, the flowers were there, and the grass was there, but time was no longer there, and youth was no more. Senior year of high school, in fact, nothing. It's sweet and beautiful, but no one wants to change their former selves for their dreams, give up too many hobbies for college, and cry and say happiness like that.

Perhaps, everyone will feel the beauty of heaven in a hellish life. Perhaps, with the five-flavor days of the third year of high school, in the future, when facing setbacks, we can satirize it, despise it, overcome it, and say to it: "I have come here in the third year of high school, are you still afraid of you?" Perhaps, each of us should use the real life of the third year of high school to clearly prove that we have indeed lived seriously in the world.

The third year of high school, in fact, there is nothing, after walking, you will understand that it really has nothing, on the contrary, in the eyes of political discipline, it is even a rare and beautiful memory!

This is the life of the third year of high school, condensed into the passing light, one by one with the voice of Bi Bo lit up in the night self-study, the sound of writing fermented in memory.

This is all the life of the third year of high school, watching the fields under the teaching building from scratch, and then from there to nothing, looking at the smoke of the distant mountain village every day, to the loneliness of the lights, I will think of martial arts, and I will think of the pride and sorrow of forgetting the rivers and lakes. The people who are living now, the people they meet now, laughing and making trouble together, going home after the evening self-study together, going to school together in the sunshine every day, wasting a lot of youth on the table and writing about the magnificent life in the future, and finally scattered all over the world and forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes.

There is no way to grieve, no way to cry.