Ay! I suddenly couldn't remember, and things like this forgetting to write have become accustomed to me since my junior year of high school.

What's more, sometimes inspiration strikes and occasionally a few lines of poetry are temporarily stored in the mind, and when I take out the pen and paper, and then the mobile phone, it becomes a residual sentence that can no longer be completed.

It's annoying, but it's helpless. I just don't know how many of these teenage worries need to be made up?

Back to the topic, as for the dinner table culture of pulling work, talking about ideals, and chatting about homely things, it is inherited from generation to generation in the third year of high school, and we have only one characteristic of eating, which is "fast", as Mr. Li said, "The bench is not yet hot, and the meal is finished." ”

It's been many years since I graduated from high school that I should really be getting this habit over.

At lunch and dinner, the third year of high school is the first batch, the time is 11:30-12:00, and at 12:00, you must lie on the bed in the dormitory and take a forced nap.

When it comes to napping, I always thought that I had never fallen asleep with my eyes closed, until I woke up and found that the chemistry book in my hand was missing.

Before 13:00, even if you go to the toilet, you have to be sneaky, and once you are found by the teacher on duty, you will be punished for standing. I really miss the wind, the rain, the sky, the age, and you at that time......

On July 7, 2002, I hid and looked forward to the college entrance examination......

The day before the college entrance examination, I finally experienced what it means to sleep and wake up naturally. I stretched my waist, got out of bed, put on my pants, waistcoat, and slippers, and walked slowly towards the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a burst of coolness hit my face, and I couldn't help but raise my jaw to sniff, I had never felt that the air was so fresh. When I walked to the sink, I found that the ground on the first floor was wet, apparently it had just rained.

The college entrance examination is always on a rainy day, and we are about to become witnesses.

After some washing, I went to have lunch outside the school gate (I haven't eaten the food outside the school gate for a long time. Not for anything else, just because of lack of time. After dinner, I rode a bicycle with Zhu Miao to the No. 3 Middle School to familiarize myself with the examination room.

After coming back and tidying up the next day's exam supplies, I went to the canal again, the sky was clear, the sunset was infinitely good, the sun was shining, covering the water, and the breeze was sparkling everywhere.

I was in a trance for a while, standing by the water's edge for a long time. It wasn't until the sound of a train whistle came from a distance that I came to my senses and walked stumbling towards the half-pier on my right.

I saw that I had written on it with red brick fragments

=a(1-si

The equation is still there, and there is an extra figure next to it, which is the apple on the number line that I saw on the placement chart a year and a half ago.

But today's apple looks more like a heart, a heart crucified. It was getting darker and darker, and I had to leave.

After coming back, I went straight to the Huaihai fried next to the school, picked up the leaky bowl of the side dishes and grabbed a few dishes, the amount of dishes is as flat as the bowl, no matter how much fat the aunt will forcibly wipe it out, but what she removes is often what you want to leave the most.

After the order was placed in the colanderer prepared by others, I was not anxious in the past, I patiently waited for the fat aunt who stood by the red stove, worried about the black pot and waved the shovel, and from time to time picked up the towel around her neck to wipe her sweat to mix it well and fry it.

Such a dish costs two yuan, and if two people work together, it will be almost the same as the cost of eating in the cafeteria, and its advantage is that it is fresh, even if there are many of them, every meal is still a crowded existence.

To this day, I still remember that dish being the most delicious dish that my fat aunt and I had worked together in my three years of high school. After dinner, I walked around the playground for a while, and then went back to the dormitory to wash and go to bed, but I couldn't sleep.

The first thing I usually do when I lie in bed is to go through what I've learned that day, and I usually go through it twice and then think about it before I fall asleep.

At this moment, not only do I not know what knowledge points to go by, but even my cranky thoughts are far away, but my head is not empty, and it is always vaguely linked to tomorrow's exam.

I don't know how long it took, I finally fell asleep, and I woke up on time at 5:30 in the morning, looked at my watch, it was still early, and then closed my eyes and feigned sleep, silently waiting for the alarm clock that was set up most of the time to ring.

It's just that the alarm didn't go off because I woke up ten minutes early and terminated the instructions given to it last night.

The weather is sunny, there is no wind, and the sun is hot in the morning. The first Chinese test, the test time is 9:00~11:30 in the morning, and the teacher in the examination room of the third middle school is my original homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhou.

Teacher Zhou asked us to go to the examination room by ourselves and gather at the gate of No. 3 Middle School at 8:20. I still rode a bicycle with Zhu Miao, but this time Zhu Miao insisted that I accompany him to take a detour to Renmin Road to No. 3 Middle School, and he refused to say whether he was alive or dead when asked why.

Later, I learned that taking Renmin Road was the most auspicious route his father had ever counted for him. After Zhu Miao and I parked our bicycles, we squeezed through the crowd and went straight to the gate of the No. 3 Middle School, and from a distance, we saw a group of people in the same uniform waving towards this side.

As soon as we arrived, we were all together, and Teacher Zhou explained a few words to me and Zhu Miao alone, and then led us into the gate of No. 3 Middle School with a majestic and high-spirited spirit.

Shuttling through the bustling crowd, I felt for the first time how kind these classmates were who were mostly unfamiliar with before, and I think everyone felt the same way!

Of course, what I mean by everyone also includes the peers in different clothes next to them, but they just belong to different camps. At that time, the radio of No. 3 Middle School was broadcasting, Xu Meijing's sunshine was always after the wind and rain-

The sweets and sorrows and joys and sorrows on the road of life,

I want to share everything with you,

Inevitably have fallen and waited,

Be brave and look up,

Who wants to hide in a sheltered harbor,

Rather have the freedom of the waves,

May it be the watchman of the lighthouse in your heart,

In the fog to let you see through,

The sun is always after the wind and rain,

There is a clear sky on the clouds,

Cherish all the touches,

Every hope is in your hands,

The sun is always after the wind and rain,

Please believe that there is a rainbow,

Accept all the ups and downs,

I'll always be at your side......

The sound seemed to give birth to a palm that gently tugged at my heartstrings, making my thoughts fluctuate, and at that moment I definitely felt that there was no better song than it.

Later, I found this song specifically, but when I listened to it again, I no longer had that kind of resonance with my heart, so I realized how precious "beautiful" is.

I am both glad and sorry for this, I am glad that I had such an experience, and I regret that I will never have this experience again.

The Chinese exam is quite relaxed, except that the exam is more nervous, and it is no different from the usual simulation.

What I particularly like is ......