Time: 2009-8- 12 19:55:13 Words: 4293
The helpless second year of high school is colorful
The school has just started and the classes have been re-assigned. The feelings that were cultivated in the first year of high school must be cultivated again. The principal said that " you can interact more with others." I think he was right.
I think I'm lucky. There's always a pair of invisible hands helping me when I need it.
My rebellious character determined my tragic fate, but God liked to shape me into a drama mission or play a clown to win the laughter of others, which added to the tragic color.
A letter of accusation
On the tenth day of school, I began to express my dissatisfaction with some phenomena, so I organized the information overnight. I really couldn't sleep that night because I sent the letter to the principal's mailbox. What would he think of me? Unreasonable and immature.
I've always liked to solve problems with gentleness, but reality is really cruel. I've always advocated tolerance, but there are indeed things in life that can't be tolerated. When you get angry, you only get a little bit of incomprehension in return. If you get angry because you can't endure it anymore, that's the result that the person who started the rumor wants to see. I was finally filled with anger towards this batch of new students. As an old comrade, I should have accepted new comrades with a broad mind, but some of the comrades seemed to have remarkable qualities. Therefore, I rushed to write a report letter overnight and resolutely sent it to the mailbox.
On the third day, the principal called me to his villa. I also guessed the outcome of the matter. I thought that he would laugh at my ignorance, but the result was surprising. He patted my head in approval and told me to do my job well.
On the fifth day, they officially issued a notice to the students to use the magnetic card. Although the school had once advocated it, it had little effect. It seemed that they were finally serious. I snickered in my heart. Although my suggestion wasn't completely adopted, this method only confirmed that my hypothesis was correct. My copy worked, and I took out the words for enjoyment, hoping that I would not always be numb, and that you would have to act up when you could not bear it.
Respected headmaster!
Since you came to the school, our campus has undergone earth-shaking changes. Teaching buildings rose from the ground one after another, the newspaper column looked brand new, and the young eagle newspaper grew healthily under your attention... but unfortunately, some people were destroying your reputation and smearing it!……
The quality of this batch of new students is simply too weak to withstand a single blow. I don't want to become enemies with them. I naively thought that they weren't as good as they used to be, or perhaps they were spoiled by their families…But no matter what, I was really a little rude to them. I even wanted to go overboard and teach some people a lesson…
I'll give you some examples to justify these immoral actions. Once, I saw a girl standing at the window to buy food. Suddenly, a black hand reached out from somewhere and blocked the girl's way."Boss, get me some food first." A ruffian's image, as well as me, who thought I was noble, being squeezed by these nobler people until I couldn't find my way. I won't be calculative if it's just once or twice. After all, he's my senior brother. Once I get used to this situation, I'll take action. The senior brothers and sisters of the second year are not all gentle, and the senior brothers and sisters of the third year are not to be trifled with. Their time is tight, and I think you don't want to see the first year students bleed because of such trivial matters! Besides, I've already seen them fight because of this. It's just that the two of them were lucky enough to be persuaded in time…I just hope that you can take my immature advice and teach them a lesson on manners. They should understand the principle of queuing up to buy food…
sincerely
Salute!
Student of Class 98 (6): Xu Dajun
Year X, 1999
bookkeeper
I wrote more than 2,000 words. I believe that the principal already understood what I meant. Because using a magnetic card to get food requires queuing. Later, the school specially sent a leader to supervise this matter and understood.
However, there were some things that were worth pondering and laughing about. Ever since I was given a magnetic card in my second year of high school until I graduated from my third year of high school, I had only used the magnetic card once to get food. I used my own actions to slap myself because I was a bookkeeper.
The so-called bookkeeping students are built on the basis of trust. Sometimes I wonder why I am so worthy of others 'trust. Could it be because I was born with a silly appearance? Sometimes, this kind of trust makes me breathless. Perhaps it was because others were very tolerant and could tolerate all my intolerable bad habits. I stubbornly thought that that was trust. What kind of logic was this? I became a bookkeeper just like that. Every time I ate at a few canteens, someone would call my name before I even arrived. Xiao Guo and I became a special clan. We often cooked together without distinguishing between each other. This way, the taste was delicious and it was cheaper. My monthly living expenses are 100 yuan, and I always have more than 20 yuan left at the end of the month. I gained 25 pounds in my second year of high school. I also feel that it's amazing. Maybe I'll devote myself to writing a book called "The Way to Grow Fat", which will sell well. Because not everyone wants to " the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." Now, sometimes I am afraid that I will lose weight, because my classmates say that I am too thin and have a good sense of security. I may not agree with her remarks, but I also hope to increase my fighting capital. Skinny also worry, fat also worry, then when will be happy? Who would agree with me to go out for a walk in a comfortable place and find a boyfriend or girlfriend in a depressed place?
I live happily in school, I don't have to worry about food and drink. My classmates are very concerned about me and admire my happiness. I always liked to look down on all difficulties and setbacks, and I never paid much attention to failure, because I often confidently said, You can start over.
Coming home during winter vacation
Soon, perhaps it was winter vacation, I went home. I rode my bicycle like a bird, and my old man was very cooperative. My singing echoed in the valley, floated in the clear spring, flew into the blue sky, and fell into the yellow lawn, spreading far and far. When I pushed open this familiar door, I was stunned and dumbfounded. In the main room, there was an old man picking vegetables. He was old and doddering, and his movements were familiar. I would always remember that look in his eyes. It was my father. It was really my father. That's right, it was my father.
She didn't expect him to be so old after not seeing him for two months. He seemed to have aged a lot. His face was dark and thin, and there were a few more wrinkles. He hadn't shaved his beard for a long time. He sat there and smiled when he saw that I was in good spirits. This smile was very unnatural, as if he had suffered a blow. The smile froze in an instant and hung on his face for a long time. I understood those helpless and helpless eyes and slowly began to repent. Maybe I am really a selfish and cold guy. Am I born a cold-blooded animal? Perhaps I should be cursed by the merciful God, or exiled to the Sahara Desert by Zeus.
Because of my selfishness, I ignored my father's feelings, didn't care about his health, and inadvertently made him angry. I think what I should do from now on is to care about my father and be a good son.
My father was sick, but he didn't let my mother tell me. I heard from my mother that the situation was quite critical at that time and he almost lost his life. Fortunately, he was rescued in time and was cured of acute pneumonias. It seems that the Almighty God has eyes.
Father had aged too early. For the sake of this poor family and his three children, sometimes we still couldn't help but blame him. How wrong that was! He was a mason who worked silently for his own happiness. He forgot about night and day, forgot about the wind and rain, and gave up his youth.
I silently prayed for this family and for my parents. I prayed for all the people like my parents. They were ordinary but also great. All the great men in history were nothing more than a vulgar comedy, while the tears of the ordinary people, their lives, their pain, and their sorrows were the full content of human history.
As time passed, my memories disappeared bit by bit. I also felt bored with my life, but I never fell into despair because the lamp of hope in my heart was still lit. The number of failures meant the number of times he had the courage to get up, the number of times he struggled to die, and the number of times he had hope. The sun will not forget to give us grace because we are unwise, poor, weak, or disabled. What reason do we have to refuse to live well and cheer up? Thus, in the first half of my second year of high school, I saw the color of blood and the hope of a new life. I wanted to use my hands to create a life.
The last moment of the first semester of sophomore year
I came from the distant Yalu Zangbu River. Every moment, I was running hard. When I was tired of running, I looked at the vast sea with infinite melancholy and desolation. Because I was only concerned with wandering, I forgot to appreciate the scenery along the way. I tried to remember those trivial things. Images came into my mind. My youth, my ideals were once glorious. At that time, I was in my second year of high school.
There were too many things worth remembering in the second year of high school, and they were too beautiful. The life of the second year of high school was like a ray of sunshine shining into my heart, dispelling the darkness in my heart. My heart, which had been sleeping for a long time, began to wake up. I found the strength to advance again. What really struck my heart and what I would never forget happened in the last two months of the second semester of my second year of high school.
At that time, I was no longer as childish as a freshman in high school. I was also not very well-behaved. My restless heart began to swell. Learning was seen as a game, sometimes living like a beast. He claimed to be Einstein, seeking happiness in learning. When he solved a difficult problem, perhaps only the person involved could understand the feeling. The joy was no less than the success of the Olympic bid.
However, all of this did not seem to hinder my enthusiasm for making friends. The relationship between my classmates became very harmonious. We were like brothers and sisters. We talked about our ideals, solved problems together, and helped solve life problems together. At that time, I was a member of the living committee. It was my duty to care about their lives, and helping others made me enjoy a lot. My left deskmate was Xiao Guo. He was the class monitor at that time. Sometimes, I was his adviser and held the fort at the right time. He's really busy. He's on the school's basketball team and the main force of the school's football team (goalkeeper and striker). I admire him very much. In front of him, I'd rather be a supporting role, just a defender. There was also a period when he was standing on the edge of pain. He had fallen out of love and was not in the mood to deal with the affairs of the class. I, the useless strategist and secretary, could only take over the role.
I really want to talk about my relationship with Xiao Guo. This is also my selfish preference to use limited paper to exaggerate my feelings.
He had fallen out of love. It was not that the two parties did not love each other, nor was it that one party had changed their love. It was that his girlfriend had traveled far away. He had already bought the ticket to the northeast. It was said that it was easier to get into a famous university there. That day, it was raining. He sent her to the station. I don't know if he sang " I wish you a safe journey." The scene was quite touching...
He seemed to have started to sink into the depths of his emotions, or was it because he was already used to washing his face with tears? I've always had a passion for cockfighting. How could I tolerate such a thing happening in front of me? I was going to use a unique way to save him, to force him to find the courage to live, to overcome his fragile heart.
There was one time when I really went overboard and almost caused our relationship to break apart. I said fairly, He had a big heart. I saw that he seemed to be sad again, so I began to mock him with the most vicious language (we never curse). His patience reached its limit, and the volcano finally erupted. We blame each other, I think our friendship has come to an end, let's just ruin it! My heart was cold to the end. My self-esteem and strength forced me to ignore him.
When I was eating in the cafeteria, I had completely forgiven him in my heart. I walked up to him and prepared to apologize to him. He first said," It's all my fault for what happened today." I was speechless. I didn't need any words, no actions, no eyes. My two hearts were tightly twisted together at that moment, enjoying the fragrance of understanding and feeling the other party's call.
I have been trying to help him regain the courage to live and find his lost fighting spirit. I believe that my personality has affected him. He finally faced the final exam calmly. He was in the limelight in the football game before the exam, and I was only a supporting role for him. I have always been willing to guard his fragile heart. I stubbornly believed that I had saved him.
Today, I have to admit that I have also been infected by his character, fragile and sentimental. Perhaps people are affected by others and their personalities become complicated and perfect.
The form teacher and I have a good relationship. Perhaps it's because we're about the same age, or maybe his personality is too gentle. He provides me with a relatively relaxed learning environment, just like my personality: Unfettered, self-indulgent, without losing my personality, it makes it easy for me to make great achievements in my studies.
Sometimes, I would find an excuse to watch TV at his place, and he was very welcoming. Perhaps I was really not very sensible. I always liked to appear in places that I shouldn't. At that time, he was a newlywed, and the relationship between husband and wife was naturally sweet. It was a little uncomfortable for us to interfere. He treated me like the apple of his eye, which spoiled me and a few other classmates. I think if he was the homeroom teacher in Year Three, maybe I wouldn't have ended up like this.
Because I knew that I was a person who was used to freedom. If that person liked to add a chain to me, I would continue to resist until I broke all the chains and regained my freedom. My third year of high school was like this. It was simply a history of struggle. Now that I think about it, the homeroom teacher's original intention was absolutely good. It was just that he neglected to teach students according to their aptitude. I was just a sacrifice for the college entrance examination, and I would never regret it. Because there are still many people around me who care about me. I have a reason to live well for my parents and all the people who love me. This is a fortune that I have always been proud of. (I will update the second half of my second year of high school tomorrow. It has been a long time since high school. It is really not as colorful as Han Han's "Three Doors". Perhaps this is the difference between the countryside and the city, but it is just a little more sincere.)
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