What it means to be a senior year in high school.

Actually, I don't know, but it seems to be different from the first and second years of high school.

Teachers and parent-teacher associations have always emphasized to us the importance of the third year of high school, and many activities in the school are not shared by us.

The first year of high school had a welcome party, and we sourly said why we didn't come when we came.

There are also this year's campus singer contests and sports meetings, we have not participated, we have been immersed in studying, and there are fewer and fewer vacations.

The teachers of each subject began to help us tighten the strings, and began to pull the progress of the new lessons, and quickly finished learning all the new content before entering the final general review.

There are more and more homework every day, and it is getting more and more difficult, in addition to completing the homework assigned by the teacher, there are also things to review and memorize.

The classes were very full every day, but the only thing we had to relax was the PE class.

It's because Lao Zhang said that there must always be time to relax, and not let everyone's pressure be too great.

Eat and study and sleep in class every day, but because of the people around you, you won't feel monotonous.

I promised to keep a carton of milk in my drawer every day, and when I smiled and said thank you, he would touch my head and say you're welcome, and I would be smarter with more calcium.

Then I would pout and continue to memorize my English words.

Now Lao Zhang is checking at any time, and he will dictate once unexpectedly, or will he draw English words immediately. Every time you fail to dictate, you will suffer all kinds of punishments that you can't imagine.

But it still works.

I didn't know why there were never junior high school students who grabbed the meal, but now I know, because we seem to automatically ignore the bell for the end of class, and many times we look down at the time and have been out of class for a long time, blaming us for studying too seriously.

It was a long time before the school bell rang before we walked slowly towards the cafeteria.

In the distance, we saw that the bulletin board at the entrance of the cafeteria was full of people, and we were no longer interested in these things, but when I passed by the crowd, I heard the words "essay contest".

I hurriedly pulled Lin Wanwan and squeezed in: "Let's go and have a look!" ”

I finally squeezed to the front, and I looked at it and couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah! It's an essay contest! ”

Growing up, my favorite thing to participate in was the essay competition, and every time, no matter how big or small, I would participate, and of course, I also won a lot of awards.

"I, I, I, I, I, I was so excited that I couldn't speak.

It doesn't seem that I have to win any awards, but I like the process and the hopeful process.

Ye Shengtao Cup National New Essay Contest for Middle School Students is a national-level essay contest that has been successfully held for 23 sessions.

At the same time, the competition has been included in the enrollment plan of China University of Political Science and Law, Communication University of China and other schools to independently select and admit undergraduates, and all senior high school graduates who have won the first prize in high school can enjoy the recommended registration qualifications.

I took advantage of the situation to look at the proposition of the high school group.

It is based on the phrase "Your... Mine...", add yourself at the horizontal line.

"What kind of topic is this..."Lin Wan bent his hand and pinched his chin, "Your braised pork, my sweet and sour pork ribs?" Your trotters and my chicken legs? ”

I was amused by Lin Wanwan: "Why are all you thinking of eating!" ”

In the afternoon Chinese class, Si Sichun told the class about this essay contest, because this competition is a plus for us to apply for university, so she also encouraged us to participate, which may be the last activity we can participate in in the third year of high school.

It's just that because I'm in the third year of high school, I have to apply for the exam according to everyone's situation.

When Sijichun asked who was going to participate, I was the first to raise my hand.

Sijichun nodded: "I knew you would participate, so is there anyone else?" ”

Sijichun waited for a while, and no one else raised their hands.

Maybe it's because of the third year of high school, everyone really doesn't have so much time to prepare.

"Bibi, then you will participate on behalf of our class, you must come on!" Someone in the class suddenly said.

"That's right, you usually write so well in your compositions, you must be able to get the first place!"

Everyone cheered me on, and I stuck out my tongue with a smile: "I'll do my best!" ”

With two weeks to go until the deadline, I'll go through it countless times a day in my mind, your... It's mine... This proposition, every time I have a good idea, I will write it down, and then organize and conceive it.

With a general idea of what I was thinking, I was writing my draft in a corner of the library with my pen on my pestle, when a figure suddenly sat down next to me.

I looked up, and it was a promise.

"I didn't even make a sound, how do you know there's someone." Promise smiled at the corners of his lips.

"Because I smell you!" I stuck out my tongue.

Promise tilted his head to see what I wrote, but I covered it up, "I can't read it yet!" ”

The main thing is that what I wrote was a mess, a scribbled draft, and I couldn't be promised to see it.

Promise nodded: "Okay, but I trust you." ”

I smiled, "That's right." ”

He promised to take out the book and sit next to me: "You write, I'll read the book, and I won't bother you." ”

I glanced at it, and it was a book about the esports aspect.

I remembered that the promise had told me that it was his favorite thing to do.

I really hope that he can get his wish and go to the school he likes.

I still like the library the most, it's quiet, it's not noisy, everyone is doing what they like, time just passes quietly, there is no sound, no distance.

In the afternoon, I finally wrote a complete manuscript, and after stretching my waist, I handed the manuscript to the promise, cleared my throat, and said, "Class leader, as my entry, would you like to take a look at it and help me guide it?" ”

Xu Promise put down the book in his hand and picked up the scratch paper in front of him: "Well, I think it's necessary." ”

Subsequently, Xu Promise carefully read the essay I wrote word for word, and then found a few typos.

After the promise affirmed my words, he also expressed his thoughts.

After discussion, I finally wrote it and the final draft came out, read it from beginning to end, there were no typos, perfect!

That night, when Lin Wanwan came to ask me how I was prepared, he talked about the participating classmates in the first class.

That classmate is the representative of the Chinese class in the first class, and his composition is also very good, and he is often listed as a model text by the teacher for everyone to read.

When Lin Wanwan quietly told me the essay title of the representative entry in the Chinese class, I was shocked.

"What? That's what I wrote about too! "I didn't expect the two of us to have the same topic!

Isn't it just a bump now!

In the essay competition, what I am most afraid of is that I write the same thing as others, and it is difficult to excel without new aesthetic fatigue.

"What should I do..."My mood suddenly plummeted, I had been preparing for so long before, and I was full of confidence in the work, but at this moment, I felt like nothing.

"That..."Lin Wanwan paused, "But now there are only three days left, can you reimagine a work again?" Lin Wanwan's voice became smaller and smaller.

"No! I'll have to rewrite one. ”