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把高三这杯烈酒盛在心窝里,满满的都是回忆……曾文正有云:“莫问收获,但问耕耘。”6月8日考完英语回家的那个傍晚,我默默地在书房收拾东西。看着一本本厚厚的总复习大书、一摞摞写满了批注的模拟卷、一叠叠做了数遍的高考真题……我轻轻擦去眼角的泪水,浅笑着告诉自己:“结束了,我亲爱的高三。”高三的日子里,我经历了鲜花着锦般的美好,也经历了失意、忐忑、疲惫与伤痛。模拟考试年级第一时的激动与自豪还隐隐在胸中翻滚,放学许久了仍拽着老师请教问题的执着与认真还让我对自己很是佩服,元旦之夜班里
The third year, this glass of spirits was held in the heart and full of memories.... Zeng Wenzheng had a cloud: “Mo asked no gain, but asked how hard he was.” “The evening of June 8th, when I finished my English homecoming, I Silently pack things up in the study. Looking at a thick book reviewing the whole book, a simulation filled with annotated notes, a stack of college entrance examination questions that were done several times... I gently wiped the tears from my eyes and told myself with a smile: “End, my dear Senior. ” In the third year of high school, I experienced the beauty of flowers, and I experienced frustration, embarrassment, fatigue and pain. The excitement and pride of the first year of the mock exam still faintly curled in the chest. After quitting school for a long time, I still admire the teacher’s dedication and earnestness. I also admired myself very much.