Unforgettable senior year of high school

Time has dried the test papers full of handwriting, but it has not dried those simple memories. We were all still in our senior year of high school in June. That year, we were used to getting up when the sky was dim, used to washing our faces and brushing our teeth with sleepy eyes, and used to being lazy... while walking, we cursed the abominable education system and counted the time until Sunday;... When we walked to the classroom, we were supposed to read in the morning, but after the teacher checked I hurriedly went to the toilet, and when I came back, I lay down on the table to sleep for a while... My head was full of sleepiness in class and I wanted to fall asleep the moment the bell rang. I piled the books high and pretended to read with my head down, but fell asleep peacefully the moment I put my head on the books. Even in winter, I feel warm while sleeping. After waking up, looking at the countdown to the college entrance examination, I washed my face with cold water helplessly; I looked at the curriculum, Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, and chemistry; I just didn't have my favorite sports or computers; I planned to read novels in the Chinese class, and planned to have a good sleep without listening to my second brother's words in the English class; we were all still in our senior year of high school. I like to write my youth vows on the table, I like to write my helplessness on the wall, I like to fall asleep quietly the moment the bell rings, I like to go to the playground to shoot two basketballs during meal time, I like to put in my headphones during nap and listen to a few favorite songs before going to sleep...see I like to read magazines and newspapers that I haven't read for a long time. I like to stand on the balcony and look at the boys and girls walking downstairs and comment on them. I like to have a group of friends together to vent my youthful helplessness. I like to discuss the NBA quietly in the back row of the classroom. . Celebrity scandals; I like to have a deliberate chance encounter with the person I like on the stairs; we are both still in high school. We can stay up all night studying for a math problem, and we can forget the school bell to ask for help. I am afraid of every exam, but I am looking forward to every exam, I am afraid of the announcement of results, but I am also looking forward to it. I pretend not to care about my grades, but read the rankings on the wall over and over again when no one is around, and then walk away silently... thinking that if I don't make progress in the next exam, I will stop working hard. But no matter whether we progress or regress, the sweat of hard work never stops flowing; we are all still in our senior year. We are used to getting up at a little after five in the morning, used to going to school at six in the morning, used to spending very little time eating a nutritious lunch at noon, used to not eating in the school cafeteria, used to studying late at 10 o'clock, but no one left. We are used to reading in the dormitory at night with a flashlight, but in the end we fell asleep on the book! ~~~In the blink of an eye, we bid farewell to the hard days of senior high school, and all the habits became so unaccustomed. I thought that my youth was released at the end of my senior year of high school, and that I had ushered in another spring in my life. But we often think of our days in the third year of high school. We want to go back to the classroom of the third year of high school to see the sweat stains we left behind. We want to go back to the classroom of the third year of high school to see the blackboard filled with homework. We want to go back to the classroom of the third year of high school to see the poems we once wrote on the wall. We want to go back to see the red hearts posted on the wall behind us. We want to go back to the classroom of the third year of high school to listen to the vows of youth under the blackboard. Go, I want to meet my friends who walked through Black June together, I want to meet my classmates who couldn't bear to wake you up from their sleep in class, I want to see the campus full of our laughter and laughter... Now I am squandering my youth in college, and when I think back to my senior year in high school, I always have the urge to cry. The passing senior year in high school will always be the best memory of youth in our hearts. Who... remember, I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth. Let me give you another sentence - every day that I didn't dance is a disappointment to my past life... In high school, it's a bit bitter to think about it. What's bitter is not the life that I experienced in those years, but that I no longer have that kind of life. The former classmates, former teachers, and former campus have gradually faded away, leaving only the imperfect memory. Sometimes I really miss you, I really miss you. How are you?Dearest friends,. We are scattered to the end of the world, but please don't forget our home... We will go home to get together and wait at home... Let's go see our past together and recall the warm feeling...