"Bang" a loud sound, colorful flame with dreams and hopes straight to the sky, across the quiet long night sky, leaving the most perfect brilliant track.
I walked along the river and watched the fireworks rising on the other side. Although they were not rare, they were so beautiful that they seemed to see the prosperity of life that I forgot to move forward.
I love the fireworks, and I'm sure it's just like the feeling for books, which is too paranoid to change. Although it always stays on the predetermined track, it always challenges to the full moon and the gorgeous starry sky in its own way. It is destined to become the leading role in the night sky.
And why don't we? With the green hope and the passion of youth, I write three years of frivolity and the vicissitudes of life. We laugh heartily and are proud of the success of the hard struggle; we are sometimes silent and speechless to show off our efforts to write on the topic of the sea and think about the future direction of life; we remember the past and sprinkle the unbearable sadness when we are frustrated, but we can always pick up the sails and set sail again with expectation.
Twelve years of life, compared with the hidden fireworks, shows its ups and downs and long. Perhaps, it carries not only the brilliant moment, but also the blueprint and destination of life.
Twelve years of struggle only for a few hours, it is full of the students' beautiful vision and yearning, full of the sweat and tears that will never be back. It's not the end of life, but it's the end of the way.
Looking back at the distance, the fireworks on the other side are still on fire, and the large pieces of color permeate the river, highlighting the colorful waves. I stood on the Bank of the river and looked down, as if I had entered the tunnel of time and space full of light and shadow. I could see every bit of the past.
The faces of our friends, happy, angry and sad, emerge one by one in the dazzling night sky. Either because of the teacher's praise, happy as a three-year-old child clapped his hands and cheered; or with a shocking report card, sad full of sorrow; or looking at the students led by the certificate, throwing him an envious and envious look, but never willing to admit his good; if you want to have a math problem, and a friend's face red.
Twelve years before the college entrance examination, there was such a sour, sweet and bitter life. Let's make progress in the bitterness and take the sweetness in the progress. In these years, we have been growing up, and we have learned to grasp the perfect youth and understand the helplessness of others. It's not only philosophers who know how to think about life. We also think while walking.
In my eyes, the gorgeous fireworks in the air seem to outline a colorful picture of life, which contains a paean of youth composed by our moving heartstrings in the past 12 years.
Famous teachers' comments
The examinee is not directly talking about the "college entrance examination", but talking about the personal struggle process before the "college entrance examination". He is talking about his own growth experience, the ups and downs of the college entrance examination, and the ups and downs of his growth process. The examinee starts from the fireworks on the riverside, and then associates with his youth. When he remembers the past, he looks forward to the future more, with a high intention. The language is extremely fluent, which is a rare kind of writing.