High school students are warriors, never afraid, dare to try anything, ambitious, and always have the heart of the world? They have always thought that they are "people" who have been entrusted with great responsibilities from heaven, and in the face of success, they take it for granted, and in the face of setbacks, they are willing to suffer from "straining their minds, starving their bodies, and emptying their bodies".

High school students are poets, full of feelings, sentimental, either worried about the new poems, or worried about the world. Mao's "Qinyuan Spring • Changsha" is a clarion call for high school students to move forward, which is recited by everyone and can ignite all passions.

In the classroom, boys and girls are no longer like in elementary and junior high schools, with obvious "38" lines drawn on desks, ignoring each other, and almost nothing to talk about each other.

The love between boys and girls has just begun, if there is a good impression of a girl, the boy will carry his own single desk, sit next to the girl, simple as a blank paper, just want to express the most primitive feelings in this way.

Some people who know that there is no hope of taking the entrance examination and have a good impression will also sit until eleven or twelve o'clock after the lights go out at school, and they will never get tired of it, although nothing has happened, but it has become an indelible mark of youth and a unique scenery that teenagers will never forget.

Among the classmates, some of them matured early, really fell in love and even lived in a shared house outside, and after graduation, some really got married, and they are still very happy.

After the first year of high school, we were still in the fourth class, and a female classmate came from the second class, who was very outstanding, and served as a school announcer in the school, and after coming to our class, she became our vice president.

She was very fond of literature, and when I was very bored, I often got close to her, and from her I came into contact with foreign literature, and under her influence, I seriously read "Notre Dame de Paris" and several other famous works.

She once told me that people's first impressions are very important, showing her maturity that is not commensurate with her age, and said that her first impression of me was not good.

This disproportionate maturity touched me a lot, and I even paid great attention to the first impression I made later. Youth grows up in the experience, and the thoughts mature in the collision, this may be high school, I don't know how much I have gained, it is in such casual conversations, a few words affect the personality, and change the later journey.

Youthful and sentimental, during high school, Xi Zhimo and Wang Guozhen's poems were all the rage, copied by us, recited by us, some graceful, some bold, often with spiritual resonance, "for the sake of new poems are strong and sorrowful", and we have also become "poets" one by one.

Whether it is lonely or lonely, it is all discharged in such transcription, and it is all fading in such recitation. Sometimes I write it myself, write it down in my favorite notebook, and take it out to communicate with my classmates.

Regardless of whether it is written well or badly, I want to use the technique of modern poetry to exaggerate the rich imagination of the teenager and show the pride of the teenager's ambition. Negative and low, and slightly unwilling, you can still see some hope, and it has become the mainstream of poetry.

It is precisely because of this hobby that we three sentimental guys came together, one is the class leader, the other is the representative of the language class, from the day of admission, they are the class cadres, and I am the only civilian.

The three of them have similar interests, often get together to be vassal, and also learn from the ancient literati to give themselves pen names, I named it "Lonely Eagle", the class leader named "Moby Dick", and the representative of the Chinese class named "Jiang Han".

I have always thought that the name "Jiang Han" has achieved the best, his Chinese grades have always been very good, especially composition, often used by the Chinese teacher as a model text, explained in class, he improvised a small poem, can always cause a commotion in the class, get everyone's praise and praise.

At the beginning of the second semester of the second year of high school, we shared a room outside, which is the tradition of Yecheng Vocational School, the price is cheap, there are less constraints in the dormitory, more casual and free, and it is relatively safer and cleaner to live in a farmer's home.

There are still many classes that live outside the home like us, and the men and women may later account for the majority of them, and although there is a phenomenon of falling in love, there are never men and women living together, and these teachers generally do not interfere.

Without the girls' dormitory aunts to obstruct each other, later boys and girls often visit each other's doors, without seeing each other, and will not deliberately avoid it, as long as they go, they will have a warm conversation, make some jokes, tell some jokes, especially harmonious.

When the three of us were of the same age, when we were eighteen years old, we chose to celebrate our birthdays together, and with the sorrow of forcible work, we bought a bottle of liquor and a box of cigarettes for the first time in our lives, and sat on the bridge next to the school, facing the night sky, and drank a big drunk.

There is no excitement of growing up, no vision of a better future, only the unique sadness of a teenager, and bidding farewell to teenagers with the first time in his life to drink and smoke.

In the Nanlu River, we like to learn from the great man and go to the river for winter swimming on snowy days. On those passionate days, whenever it snowed, a few of us would meet up and rush to the river and rush into the water shirtless.

Even if the river water was polluted by the upstream paper mill and turned completely purple, irritating the skin and smelling bad, it did not stop our youthful enthusiasm.

After graduating from high school, for a long time, I found that my skin often had layers of white flakes and was stained with underwear.

In winter, the polluted water is cooler than normal, and the cold can penetrate the bone marrow.

After another snowfall, we met to swim in a deep water area, and when we swam back, we were so cold that we lost sensation in our hands and feet, and although our brains were clear, our hands and feet were completely immobile.

At this time, I knew that there were still one or two meters to the shallow water, but this two meters instantly became out of reach, and what was even worse was that at this time, I found that I was so cold that I couldn't even open my mouth, and I couldn't make a sound, and I watched a few classmates slowly go ashore and walk towards the river, and the cry for help could only be shouted in the stomach.

Originally, I was very good at water, and I could even float on my back motionless, but this time I couldn't do it, my body sank slowly, and the only action I could do was to raise my face as much as possible, so that my nostrils were exposed to the water, and slowly my nose began to be submerged, for fear of choking on the water, I temporarily held my breath, looking at those classmates who didn't mean to turn back at all, I was completely desperate.

God has eyes, just when my nose was submerged in the water, my toes just stepped on a raised stone in the water, I adjusted my body and pushed forward with all my strength, thinking that if I didn't step on the bottom of the river again, I didn't know what to do.

When the body sank again, and the river reached the nostrils again, the soles of the feet finally stepped on the solid bottom of the river, and there was a burst of ecstasy in my heart, and I slowly moved to the shore on tiptoe, small steps, and finally came ashore.

Despite this danger, as long as the sky snows heavily, he will still be undaunted and plunge into the icy river with his classmates. Youth is not afraid of the cost, fearless and not afraid of the consequences, perhaps every high school student is like this.

Under the same conditions, only Yecheng Vocational School can be admitted to Agricultural University, which seems to have one more way to go on to higher education than other high schools on the surface, but with the transfer of students who failed in the college entrance examination of No. 1 and No. 2 middle schools, this path has become extremely narrow.

In the third year of high school, more than a dozen such students were transferred to our class, not to mention that I gave up my studies like this, and wanted to protect my eyesight and become soldiers, that is, the class teacher usually attaches great importance to the seven or eight "top students" who often give "Xiaozao", and there is no hope.

Except for a few more willed people who did not give up and hoped for tutoring in the coming year, most of the others were ready to go home, or like me, they planned to join the army and go the other way.

Specific environment-specific ideas make us cherish the friendship of classmates even more, and as long as there are group activities, we will actively participate.

There are various forms of group activities, sometimes labor, sometimes singing competitions, sometimes basketball or football matches, sometimes evening program rehearsals, and spontaneous or class-organized outings.

In a basketball or football match, the whole class, regardless of gender, will go to the sidelines to shout and cheer, academic performance can not ignite passion, but the sense of collective honor can ignite passion, as long as it wins the game, the whole class will cheer.

At the end of the competition, the participating boys put the changed clothes at the door of the girls' dormitory, and the girls will carefully help wash them, and then still put them in the same place, waiting for the boys to claim them themselves, no one will say anything, and they will tacitly understand quite tacitly.

I haven't had this kind of treatment once, it's not that I'm not enthusiastic about group activities, although I am tall, I am still clumsy, my strength is great, and my endurance is enough, but I am not flexible, especially if my running speed is too slow, and I can't play any race.

Because it is a vocational and technical school, the school organizes a lot of collective labor, and on the side of the road leading to the school, on one side of the hill, a large area of kiwifruit is planted, which is assigned to each class, and the grass is hoeed and fertilized every year.

The students in the class are very conscious, the female students prune and hoe the grass, the male students pick up the heavy ploughing of the ground, some of the family conditions are good and have never done farm work, and no one cares, a little emotional, and they just ask the teacher "Why do you have to work to learn?" A question from the depths of the soul.

When the curriculum is not tight, some activists who love music will spontaneously organize themselves to teach everyone to learn songs, and female students are more talented in this area, such as "Missing", "Friendship Lasts Forever" and other popular songs or world famous songs, all learned in the class during that time.

Singing and dancing, I still can't, literary and artistic cells are naturally lacking, and I have always been out of tune when I started learning to sing in elementary school, but this does not affect my participation, in addition to learning to sing, I also learned flute, harmonica, and even learned a few pieces of break dancing from my classmates.

The most memorable thing is the outing, sometimes it was organized by the class teacher, he had just graduated from the normal school when he was our class teacher, he was not a few years older than us, sometimes it was organized by the teacher who came to practice, and the students in the class often went on field trips together.

They are all young people, the teachers are bold, the students are bold, and the places they choose for each outing are far away and remote, with a bit of adventure.

About the second semester of the second year of high school, under the leadership of the young class teacher, our class went to the undeveloped "Luobtan" at that time.

That night, they were camping in the wilderness, lighting a bonfire, singing and dancing, and the men and women embraced each other to spend the most unforgettable night of their lives in the bonfire, and the scene was really like brother and sister to each other.

After the three young teachers of Yichun Normal School came to practice, they organized us to go to the mountains opposite the school to explore the dangers and enjoy the beauty of nature.

The teacher organized us to divide into two teams, the competition climbed the mountain, the height was prominent, the body was strong, the mountain grew up, I was fortunate to be a flag bearer, happy that the red flag was the first to climb to the top of the mountain, the joy of victory, at that moment left all the sorrows behind.

The students brought their own pots and pans, wild dumplings, digging stoves to draw water, making fires to cook, this is my strong point, the happy times of childhood, all back to the body, at that time vassal elegance, like to learn the literati appearance with a folding fan, when washing rice in the water obliquely inserted in the waist, was captured by the teacher with a heart, left a precious photo.

Several outings, intoxicated by the beauty of nature, feeling the novelty brought by the adventure, and missing the strong classmate feelings revealed in it, during the third year of high school, we used several weekends to travel spontaneously to the deep mountains.

It is a natural outpouring of feelings that are about to be separated and reluctant to give up their classmates, and as long as someone initiates it, students who are stranded in school will actively participate.

We climbed the Yandang Mountain behind the school, the origin of the mountain name has not been studied, along the way to see the red rice planted by people in the depths of the mountain, and to see the unknown reason, the left unmanned factory area, one of which is a tall iron tower, showing that there was an extraordinary story here.

A path cut down by the mountain people, we climbed all the way to the top of the mountain, there is a male classmate who is good at ancient literature, all the way to talk, there is really a lot of ink, but the body is weaker, with a stick as a crutch, there are always many classmates around him, laughter, sprinkled all over the mountains and forests.

One weekend, I don't know who proposed to climb the mountain, and it was a hundred responses, so the stranded students made full preparations, and the distance was far away from the mountains near the mountain, and it took two or three hours to ride a bicycle to the foot of the mountain.

We got up very early that day, collected all the bicycles, and the female students rode on the male classmates, laughing all the way to the mountains.

I was all too familiar with the mountain, and when I went to the foot of the mountain to leave my bicycle at the farmhouse, it was the golden autumn season, and I took the initiative to take on the role of a guide, explaining the legend of the mountain crossing and introducing the various wild fruits along the way.

The mountain was too high to compare to the mountains climbed before, and even the male classmate who was full of wealth was so tired that he couldn't speak in the end, and he fell last with the skinniest girls, and only regained his vitality after reaching the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, I followed my father's example and taught everyone to cook rice with bamboo tubes, some of my classmates used branches as chopsticks, and some simply washed their hands and grabbed and ate them directly.

By the time we got down the mountain, it was almost dark, and although I was tired, I was very excited, pedaling my bicycle all the way to the school. By the time we reached the Bong Line, it was already completely dark, but fortunately, the moonlight was bright and bright, and the future could be illuminated, and my mood was not affected much.

This mood is not a good thing, the gravel road under the moonlight, it is difficult to distinguish whether it is uphill or downhill, in a long downhill area, I took it as an uphill slope, while slamming on the bicycle pedals, and did not forget to laugh with my classmates and female classmates sitting in the back.

As a result, the speed is getting faster and faster, and when she reacts, she can't stop the car, and she took this female classmate and fell into a, and twenty years later, at the class reunion, she met this female classmate, and when she talked about it, she said she didn't remember.