Confused school belle, rely on you

Chapter 49 The Confused Life of Senior Three (2)

To be honest, I really don't have the slightest interest in university. Earlier, I wanted to enter Peking University the most. Although I knew that with my ability, I would not be able to open the door to Peking University if I went to senior three, but as Qian Zhongshu said, we are interested in Peking University. The grapes that cannot be picked are not only imagined to be sour, but also very likely to be extraordinarily sweet.

The flowers raised by my grandfather on the balcony are full of vitality, and their tenacity is no less than that of summer.Watching the sun and rain deliver nutrients to it, and began to irrigate a heart, but the withered petals counted the sadness of the day, the branches and leaves were no longer green, half withered and half bright, but still standing tall and straight.

"Summer, hurry up to eat, eat dinner and go to evening self-study! Study hard, and then you will be admitted to a good university, and your father and I will not be wasted!" Before I wasted my time, my mother started nagging!
"Mom! Please let me be quiet. I'm afraid of seeing you now. You are nagging every day!" Wu begged his mother with a crying face!
"What's clean, clean, your father and I hope that you can get into a good university, and your grandfather will be happy when he is alive!" Seeing my mother pull away, I was always defeated by her earnest words. Down!
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll eat, I'll review, and I'll do the questions!" I raised my hands high and walked around!

"Learn the sea without limit and work hard to make a boat", gently tie the boat to today's ferry, say good night silently, and I walked to the school with the shadow.This may be the road to heaven, or hell!

Starry.I have an inexplicable liking for the words "the night is as cool as water". What kind of comfort is that?The star-studded dark blue night embraces intoxicatingly, and the curtain used to cover the heart during the day is secretly lifted by the cool night wind, large or small.At this time, I will re-examine myself under such a sky, and I will put aside the hustle and bustle and find myself.

"Xia Tian, ​​Xia Tian, ​​wait for me!" When I bowed my head and meditated, He Jiajia's crisp voice sounded from behind!
"Hehe, Jiajia, why don't you ride a bike!" I said to He Jiajia, who was slightly panting, haha!

"Aren't you not riding a bike?" He Jiajia greeted me with a smile!Under the dim street lights, I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I felt an inexplicable sadness surrounding her!
"Hehe, I don't want to ride a bike anymore. I want to walk. Since the third year of high school, I haven't walked quietly for a long time!" I lowered my head and kicked the stones under my feet!
"Summer, where are you going to take the exam? I plan to apply to two schools, Shanghai Fudan University and Zhejiang University!" He Jiajia asked while walking with me!

"Hehe, I don't know, I feel that the university is very far away!" I looked up and looked at the stars in the sky and said a little bit confused!

"Summer, let's apply for the same school, I know you have the ability to pass!" He Jiajia said with a face full of hope!
I looked at He Jiajia and had the urge to escape!
In fact, He Jiajia, I really like you, in fact, He Jiajia, I really want to apply for the same school with you!But I have been struggling, wandering, wandering in a strange world, trying to find my way out, but I can't find it!
I screamed hard in my heart, but my mouth was!
"Hehehe, Jiajia, let's talk!"

"Yeah!" He Jiajia looked at my calm face and replied disappointedly!
"Let's go, Jiajia, class is about to start!" I yelled, and walked forward quickly!

Forgive my alienation, so that I can pretend to be strong in front of you.

".I know that the days will gradually pass, and the years will surely come. In the days when the unavoidable sorrows in these lives are gradually forgotten, this layer of purple mist and overgrown weeds will be removed from memory."

—— Xi Murong
It has been almost three months since I entered the third year of high school, and everyone can't wait to have 36 hours a day to read books and do questions.Functions, English, adverbial clauses, argumentative arguments, all the test points are in a mess in my mind, and they are simmering slightly under a small fire, bubbling and bubbling.

I don't know who sang a long-lost song: "Sooner or later we are helpless like a spinning top. We come and go and we never have our own arrangements." In fact, everyone is a spinning top, the key is to find The rope wound around the top, these are the words of Balzac.

Facing the future that no one can predict, what we need more is calmness.We can't predict the success or failure, and we can't afford it. We just need to do our best to obtain the peace and happiness after giving.

In fact, the third year of senior high school is not only bitter, just like coffee also has the sweetness of cream, as long as you look for it carefully, you will find that there are always a few stars smiling at you in the night.

But that's not me!
In my third year of high school, I was very tired.

In the dream, I saw countless equations dangling with small arms and legs, shouting loudly, "There is no solution, there is no solution."My neck hurts when I look up, and I can’t keep my eyes open when I look at the sky. I’m used to lights in the dark, but what I’m used to is a kind of hysterical numbness.

(End of this chapter)