Seeking inspirational stories for college entrance examination

The peach blossom on the last lake only bloomed a few days ago.

I have dreamed countless times that when exotic flowers and plants are in full bloom, there will be my own figure among the people who break branches by the lake. At that time, my mind was as simple and urgent as everyone else, but my eyes were more confused and trance than yours. Senior three that year.

After ten years of grinding a sword, you get almost a piece of scrap iron.

When I was a freshman, I really almost turned myself into a rusty iron. Sleeping and chatting in class, watching cartoons and eating snacks, followed by boys yelling, let the young female teacher burst into tears, and then complacent. It was a terrible day, like a colorful black hole, which looked dreamy, but the ghostly attraction unconsciously pulled you to the bottomless abyss. So I fell, so I fell, and what's more sad is that I know I'm falling, but I can't change it. The power of habit is so great that I can't help it, so I gave up my last struggle and effort. Now think about it, it's just cowardice, laziness, a seemingly grandiose reason for self-indulgence, and everything is self-deception.

But at that time, no one pointed at the tip of my nose and scolded me, saying, "Do you just want to play for life?" Sometimes I think, maybe they have given up on me. Then there is that ridiculous disdain, disdain, self-righteous free and easy-who wants who. In fact, at that time, there really should be a person, as many people have experienced, pointing to the tip of my nose and poking my spine and saying, "Do you know what you are doing, what you want, and what your tomorrow will be?"

However, no matter how indifferent people are, they will also have their own bottom line. Just like a deep valley, it will also have its trough. Everything was like a slide. I laughed wildly all the way, and finally fell down heavily and broke my head.

Perhaps, only when people are in pain will they seriously reflect on which step they have taken wrong, and they will always fall on the road of learning to detour. But it took me a whole year to really understand this simple truth. It takes 365 days a year for Madame Curie to discover radium, one year for Einstein to prove the square of E=mc, one year for a baby to stumble into his mother's arms, and one year for a vigorous love to begin and end. But this year, I only got that sentence. Fortunately, it is not a loss, nor is it too late.

In my sophomore year, I chose Wen. You can't imagine how bad the liberal arts classes in my middle school are-three books are online. What is the concept of three undergraduate online books? When my current college classmates proudly told me that their middle school class, Peking University and Tsinghua, had been there dozens of times, I smiled gently. My liberal arts class is a liberal arts class with three undergraduates. Ironically, all three of them are repeat students. It is in everyone's helpless or ironic or meaningless eyes that I resolutely wrote my name on the liberal arts registration form. That's really the best I've ever written in my life.

I just suddenly realized that I can't live like this all my life. Afterwards, many people asked me what happened. Maybe they wanted to listen to a legendary story of the prodigal son's return here, and that was the only explanation I could think of at that time. I just don't think my life should be played like this.

But I still underestimated the impact of the past year on me. The first monthly exam, the score 12. Perhaps this is an unsatisfactory result, but only conscience and reason are enough to remind me that this is a liberal arts class with three undergraduates. What's the difference between 12 and 120 if we can't leave everyone behind? I still remember the girl who won the first place in the exam. Is a little-known girl, thin and small, with a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses, prone on the desk figure often some rickets. This impression is created because everyone can only see her figure lying on the table forever. She is always the first in the class and the last to leave. I have always held an inexplicable rejection and resistance to that kind of students. I always thought you were great, but you studied hard. If I study as hard as you, I will be the first in the city. In fact, before the exam results came out, I still shrugged off her. Then, I ushered in the most important class meeting in my life. I don't know how to thank the head teacher, because if it weren't for her seat, I wouldn't be anywhere now. At the class meeting, she said, "This achievement speaks volumes. Those who should have done well in the exam did well. " Then she gave me a look, and I understood her subtext, that is to say, in her opinion, I belong to the kind of person who has no reason to fail in the exam. It is strange that I didn't blush. I don't know whether the long-term depravity unconsciously polished the original sensitive self-esteem, or whether I was still undecided about her words subconsciously. I met her eyes with a straight face. Her eyes just glanced at me calmly, and then continued: "I know some people think they are smart and talented, look down on those students who study hard, and always think they are stupid birds who fly first, which is congenital deficiency." But I want to say, you are just weak! You don't dare to try, but you don't dare to work as hard as they do, because you are afraid that you can't compare with them and you won't be the first in the exam if you work hard. As a result, you would rather not try, just because there is a risk of failure, you can't even afford this risk, because, in your heart, you are not sure about yourself at all ... "I can't remember what she said later, I am sincere. You are just a coward. The feeling at that time was that the whole person was shocked by lightning, and there was only one sentence in his mind: "You are timid. "She's right.

The shock of that sudden awakening can't be described in words, and I don't want to express it in words. You can only imagine through the results, and you only need to imagine through the results. That night I wrote in my diary: "Try it! I don't want to force anything, I just want to give it a try and see if it works if I study so hard and hard for a month. " At that time, I didn't dare to promise myself any results. I really couldn't afford it. I just have an idea. Give it a try. Then came the most dramatic month of my life. It is dramatic because it is hard to imagine that Tang Priest is no longer verbose, the Monkey King is no longer aggressive, and Bajie is no longer greedy. I can't believe that the person who is still sitting in my seat from 6 am to 10 pm can be myself. It's not that simple. It's really not that simple. When I do it bit by bit, I find it is too difficult to change the habit I formed in 365 days in a few days. And it's too difficult to create an amazing miracle in a month. Habit becomes nature, as the saying goes, "the heart is like a plain, easy to put away but hard to put back." It's hard to find a wild heart at once. I often can't sit still, my heart begins to be impetuous, my eyes begin to wander, and I almost give up several times. It's just that when I'm on the verge of the most danger, I always press it and tell myself that when I can't help it, I can't help it. In fact, to put it bluntly, there is only one sentence: when you can't help it, bear it again. I admit that I am a very arrogant person at heart. I just don't believe that I can be worse than anyone if I try. I just don't believe that when I really do something, I can't do it. I just don't believe that there is really anything impossible in this world. I believe that nothing is impossible.

Then, I ushered in the long-awaited midterm exam. I still remember the feeling after the exam. Walking home with a book in my arms, staring blankly at the busy people coming and going, wondering if I really finished the exam? Why is there no landing in my heart? It was indeed the most special exam in my life, because it was related to my future direction and road choice, and the risk was too great. How can I settle down? In fact, everyone must have guessed the test results. I really surprised everyone once. Yes, I won the first place in the exam and the first place in my class.

You can never imagine how important that result is to me. I was unusually calm when I knew my grades. At that time, I realized that the impulse of agitation and shouting will only be calm when it reaches the peak. When the long-lost name appeared in the first line of the report card, I silently said to myself: Remember, nothing is impossible in this world. Nothing is impossible.

I have never changed that attitude and method since then. Actually, there's nothing I can do to put it bluntly. There is only one word: work hard.

I insist that my method is not the method, and I also insist on the position of my name on the report card. Until the last exam before the college entrance examination, I was the first. However, the real challenge has not yet begun. Even if I can firmly occupy the first place, even if I can drop the second place by dozens of points every time, I know that Peking University is still too far away from me, so far that I can't even dream of it. All the teachers firmly believe that I will be the best liberal arts student in the history of the school, and in their concept, the best liberal arts student means that you can go to Shanda. If you are lucky, you may reach out and touch the threshold of Fudan and even the National People's Congress. And I just want Peking University. I've never told anyone about my volunteers-if you can call them volunteers. I just want to save all my strength.

In the next semester of senior three, we moved into the newly completed teaching building. On the day of relocation, there was a lot of noise in the corridor, and the sound of dragging tables and benches came from the corridor. I jumped over the window without saying a word and set foot on the big platform outside the window frame on the second floor. Opposite the playground, the first snow did not melt, the air was wet and cold, and the bare branches pierced the sky. The sunshine on a snowy day is very cool, and it shines in my eyes through my eyelashes. My eyes quietly looked at the distant sky. I said one sentence, only one sentence. Facing the distant sky, I silently said to myself, "Wait, I want you to witness a miracle." I know that nothing in this world is impossible.

I never knew that when the pressure was great enough, people's potential could be stimulated to that extent. I am an extremely restless person, but during that time, I showed great patience and composure, and I was as practical as an old ox. In fact, I have been on the verge of collapse countless times. I recited five history books in high school six times. Recite a book six times and you will know what it feels like. I shed tears while carrying my back. Really, I can hardly recite it, and I am about to throw away the book. Just, when I can't help it, I can't help it. Persistence is indeed the greatest quality in the world. During that time, my only way to rest was to stand in the corridor and look at the distant sky. Later, it was found that there was a big scarlet letter on the wall opposite the building, which was used by the school to motivate students. I'm not sure. But that sentence accompanied me through the last few days of senior three-the power of will is the power that determines success or failure. I used all my experience and experience to practice and prove this sentence: the power of will is the power that determines success or failure.

The howling wind rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky. That spring in the north, our hair was unkempt and our skin was rough. Silence and noise alternate like the ruling party in the United States, which makes people suspect that there may be a pair of strange and magical hands. We greet and send away one mold, two molds or even N molds with awe and expectation. Every nerve has been hardened by the ruthless reality, whether it is accustomed to the poetry of Yang Liuan Xiaofeng and the waning moon or the painting meaning of graffiti. In this hasty season, all sensitive cells are as luxurious as Caesar's thick clothes, leaving countless hopes shattered in front of countless disappointments, and countless excitement shattered in countless discouragements. Everyone is more aware of the insurmountable gap between ideal and reality than yesterday, and at the same time, they are struggling harder than yesterday, trying to squeeze through the narrow wooden bridge, although they know it is futile.

-Will it be in vain?

When this conical question mark hits the heart door again and again in the dead of night, everyone can't bear the panic and confusion that flood in, so they force themselves to bury it, bury it in books, bury it in test papers, and bury it in impenetrable black cocoons-just to break the cocoon into butterflies one day. Dark circles, swollen eyes, dry fingers, and blisters on the corners of the mouth. I don't know whether pink, blue, fruity green or indigo, silver and gray were popular that spring. The small mirror was quietly put away, because I couldn't bear to see my haggard face and dim eyes, because I was afraid that something would spread on my long-suffering face-God, I am a girl.

God is speechless. A silent smile. Smile and tell me you will. Yes, I do. I don't regret my original intention. This road is my own choice, whether it is flat or rugged. I have to go on. I want to continue. I will continue.

So all the shouts were swallowed, and all the lofty sentiments were put away. I am like a cow in February, moving silently and moving forward silently. When efforts are replaced by efforts, Shangri-La has become an eternal distant and hazy dream in my heart, and all efforts are just to make this dream no longer "picturesque", even if the sky is high and the clouds are light, even if the green water is surging.

When I entered the examination room, I was calm. "People who can't be the best can have no regrets." In fact, I never thought that I would be admitted to any school other than Peking University. This is not so much confidence as a hunch. I thought, even if Peking University only recruits one place, why can't it be me? Nothing is really impossible in this world.

Walking on the way home after the exam, looking at people who are still in a hurry, my heart is still empty. The eyes are blurred by the fog of tears, but the things in the field of vision are clearer. There is a scientific explanation for this, but I prefer to believe that this is because all true perception comes at the expense of tears and pain. Yes, we always have to learn to give up something before we can get something else. If what you care about is worth everything you pay for, then all giving up is just the pain before giving birth. There is always a trade-off. The reason why the butterfly's life span is so short is that its wings are too delicate. Sometimes, giving up is just to really get it. The key depends on what you want and how much you are willing to pay for it. God is equal to everyone.

In fact, I miss those days and will always be grateful. Not only because I completed my transition and transformation during that time, but also because everything at that time was deeply branded in my plastic character and became an eternal wealth in this life. That is wealth that no amount of money can buy. The persistence and dedication, the sweat and tears, how touched and happy it will be, how gratified and respected-respect yourself. Yes, in the process, please allow me to repeat that the most important thing is yourself. I thank my parents, teachers, classmates, friends and all those who care about me and help me, but I am most grateful to myself. Nothing is impossible. This is what I got through bit by bit efforts and attempts. And I also believe that this will be something that will benefit me for life. Here, I will give you a sentence I believe most: Nothing is impossible.