Friday, March 18

Who is changing the number of countdown days on the blackboard day after day, watching the days go by, and I am still a little excited in my heart. I don't know how the person who is responsible for rewriting the countdown days every day will feel every time he wipes it! Tomorrow, there are only 79 days left before the college entrance examination, and in addition to Sundays and holidays, there are only two short months of time in school. The days are not good, but when you calculate it, it makes people feel terrified. The situation of entering the first year of high school is still in front of me, and the college entrance examination is about to be taken in a blink of an eye, and the high school career is over! For two months, I don't know if I can still realize my dream.

There have been quite a few absentees in the class lately. There were 5 people who went to sign up for the flight attendant enrollment and won't be back until Sunday at the latest. In the afternoon, thirteen people were not in the class, and the learning atmosphere in the class had declined, and there were not many people who were eager to study.

I asked my classmates to buy me two composition material books, and tomorrow I have to go home and have no time to go. Actually, I was going to go next Sunday, and I couldn't stand staying in such a boring environment. Tomorrow the next student has taken the Chinese test, I will go back, I think I am still very happy to go back, I haven't seen the eye-catching green for a long time, and the wicker in the village should also be drawn!

During the self-study in the evening of biology, the teacher's mobile phone rang. The teacher told us that it was the student's parents who called, and we all laughed. Because we guessed the phone number of the future teacher, because the teacher was about to get married. As a result, we were wrong, it was a parent who called. Because a student left without asking for leave, the teacher called the parents and asked the parents to look for them. The parent said that he had not found it yet, and the teacher asked him to look for it again and notify him if he found it. This situation still occurs at this time in the third year of high school, which is helpless.

Then, when I was studying Chinese, many students were busy borrowing extracurricular books to read. Few people read textbooks, boring. Instead of reading language books, many people do homework in other subjects. Leaning over his desk, he glanced up at the teacher. sighed: It's easy to get old! Inadvertently, decades have passed. Time has left a clear mark on the face, but it is not known when. The quiet self is the most panicked. People who know what to learn and learn to the fullest will not panic, but only people like me who are in the midst of contradictions feel panicked.

While resting, I stood in the corridor and suddenly looked up at the gray-white moon in the sky. I haven't had a good look at the moon for many years, and even the first memories of the moon are vague. When you grow up, you will forget about the moon. The happiness that cannot be recalled is sad. In this environment, how many people are afraid that they have never looked up at the moon again. When the bell rang, I was going to hide under the concrete again, afraid that the moon would question me to speak to the same place no more, and I longed, but I couldn't.

After school, I ran back, I was afraid of the moon asking questions.