What makes me particularly pleased is the reading of classical Chinese about Li Guang, as well as the modern reading questions of the bosom friend (Lin Fei), which seem to be excellent materials for topic composition-spiritual selection.

In the face of this kind of courtesy, if I say it again, it is the greatest disrespect to the person who wrote the question, so my composition was born from the story of Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi provided by Lin Fei - Boya Jueqin.

The pen flows, there is no condensation, the ocean is sprinkled, and the horse is instantaneous. If it weren't for the fear of adding to the picture, I'd like to put these sentences on the back burner.

After the language test, the dormitory students go back to school together, and the day students go home separately. After the meal, I closed my eyes and lay on the bed to pretend to sleep, and although I deliberately avoided it, I couldn't help but think about all kinds of mathematics.

Later, I suddenly remembered the three questions that Mr. Li, the leader of the mathematics grade group, had placed after returning from the mathematics teaching seminar held in the province, and then went through them in my mind, but I couldn't remember the last big question.

When I tried to get up but didn't, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep after some struggle. Coincidentally, I didn't write a book, and I just got this question in the afternoon math exam, and just when I was scratching my ears and cheeks, I was extremely annoyed, and the final bell suddenly rang.

I opened my eyes suddenly, it turned out to be just a dream, the alarm clock at the bedside was still ticking and ticking, completely ignoring me who was sweating all over my body, and I didn't pay attention to me.

Although it was still early, I still rushed to the math class notebook for the first time, found the problem just now, read it twice, tried it once, and checked myself, which was not over, and I reviewed the other two questions again.

In the afternoon, Zhu Miao and I still walked on the people's road. Although it is far away, it is not completely without benefits, because the entire people's road is densely covered by thick and leafy plane trees, like a green tunnel, completely separated from the summer sun.

Before the start of the math exam. I read and looked at the top secret words on the frontispiece. If nothing else, just because the first multiple-choice question is too familiar, it is one of the three questions I just reviewed, followed by the penultimate fill-in-the-blank question, and the last big question.

To be honest, I'm a little confused, who can not be confused? In the three years of high school, this was the first math paper I had completed in the allotted time. Not only is it done, but there is also time to check it again, this is the college entrance examination, the college entrance examination!!

I didn't say anything, but I did think so: the college entrance examination turned out to be nothing more than that! It's hard to believe that Zhu Miao's composition didn't make up enough words during the Chinese test, because his arm froze at the last moment and couldn't write at all.

The next morning, the comprehensive examination is to put physics, chemistry, biology, politics, history, and geography on one test paper, with a total score of 300.

It wasn't until I sat in the examination room that I saw its true face. The test paper is divided into two parts, the first part is multiple-choice questions, each question is 6 points, a total of 180 points; The second part is a non-multiple-choice question with a total of 120 marks.

Due to the large proportion of multiple-choice questions and the high score of single questions, the string in the head has been tightened, and even in order to prevent their own inconsistencies and inconsistencies, the phenomenon of choosing the right and writing the wrong thing must be reconfirmed every time you do a question.

As long as the effort is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle.

Persistence is a terrible thing, and what is even more terrifying is that no one can afford to wait for an iron pestle to form a needle. When the radio sounded and it was said that there were 30 minutes left in the exam, I was happily doing the 30th physics multiple-choice question, and I was instantly panting and sweating.

Although physics is my strong point, and the last question is not difficult, I read the question twice before I wrote an A in parentheses with a sweaty hand. As for the questions in the second part, the measures I take are to do them as soon as I can, and not to let them go, and never think about them and study them deeply.

After such an operation, there is not much left of physics, chemistry, and history, but biology, geography, and politics are mostly in vain. I can't help it, I can only cover the fill-in-the-blank questions first, and as for the essay questions, there are a few shadows and pokes and pokes and pokes, and I still have some impressions, but I just can't organize the language.

When the bell rang, I put down my pen reluctantly.

When I saw that the front table was still struggling to write, I hesitated and picked up my pen again, and just about to start writing, I suddenly remembered that the second geography multiple-choice question was still empty, so I quickly flipped over and randomly selected an A, and the invigilator was already gently dragging my test paper.

The English test in the afternoon gave me a deeper understanding of the better of forbidden books than no books. I couldn't write the whole test paper except for writing and cloze in the blanks, but fortunately it was all multiple-choice questions, so I had to write blindly.

As for filling in the blanks completely, it was an extracurricular assignment that I used to memorize from my second cousin, a business English major at the College of Foreign Chinese, in order to pretend to be forced to memorize a short essay outside the book every day before English class.

It is no exaggeration to say that this English test was the most difficult one in my three years of high school, if not for anything else, but because it was too long to use up. I'm kind of grinding, and some people turn in their papers half an hour after the exam starts.

Looking at the gradually empty examination room, I couldn't sit still, so I handed in the papers, and when I walked out of the classroom, I found that the sky was darker and the clouds were low.

Under the basketball hoop not far away, when I arrived, Mr. Zhou's side was already full of people, all of them dejected, and they matched this stormy weather, except for Zhu Miao, who was chatting next to him with a festive face.

Seeing this, my heart was a little relieved, of course, it was not because of Zhu Miao and a few of them, but it was the same as their state of mind.

On the way back, although the sky was still very cloudy, the rain never fell. When passing through the gate of Liangwangcheng Park, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky suddenly cleared.

Maybe it's seeing things and thinking about people, right? I stopped, and walked towards the depths of the park in a daze.

I only remember that my heart was very empty at that time, and I completely forgot what kind of thoughts and expectations should be matched, but I felt that the sound of insects and birds was so noisy, just like what Wang Ji said in "Into Ruoye Creek" - the quieter the cicada noise forest, the more secluded the birdsong mountain.

I didn't stop until I walked to Tao Ran Pavilion, and my memory suddenly became clear again, and pictures appeared in my mind, as if it happened yesterday, but it was a pity that the giver of this sense of proximity was the end of the world......

Looking at the golden treetops in the distance, I was suddenly distracted when I suddenly heard a familiar voice calling me.

Happily turned around, only to see the clouds with short hair covering ears and swallowtails, wearing a white tight shirt, slim light-colored jeans, and white sneakers, which were shrouded in the light of the slanting sun, like a dream and full of fairy spirit.

In particular, the side of her face as she walked towards me along the curved steps made me stunned, and for a moment I was silent, allowing her lips to touch mine.

I don't know why, the lost heart that once rejected Yu Zhaomin will suddenly return to its place in an instant, and it is as eager and greedy as in a dream.

She was eighteen years old that day, and she smelled of cardamom perfume. To this day, every time I smell this perfume, I can't help but have a sour nose.

As we walked out of the park, I found my bicycle parked at the entrance of the park lying unnaturally on the ground, the sun shining in the west. That night, we went to Tsinghua Garden and walked into the special dining room in the mouth of Qian Duo opposite the title of the gold list.

The best taste of the world is Qinghuan, I'm bah! Follow-up - many years later, I bah, bah! As for the future, I'll leave it to a later date.

The next morning, the busiest downstairs in the dormitory was the vendor who collected waste paper.

I didn't eat apples for years, and I even hated seeing them.