There is still one month before the college entrance examination, and I hope it can give me some inspiration.

College entrance examination inspirational collection:

None of us are children of God. Why did you go to Peking University? 3. High school is just a fresh start. 4. Tsinghua Peking University is not far away.

Five flowers bloom undefeated, and six miracles from one self to the next are all sacrificed for faith.

1. None of us are children of God.

-the inner monologue of a college entrance examination champion

Author's brief introduction Lin Liyuan, the champion of Guangxi liberal arts in the college entrance examination in 2007, graduated from Pubei Middle School in Qinzhou, Guangxi. The total score of college entrance examination is 672. Now studying at Guanghua School of Management, Peking University.

Jin Rui marks that she is actually a lively and cheerful "almost hopeless" girl. She likes to shout "sweep the goods" in various shops with her bag on her back and play with all kinds of incredible things crazily. However, in order to realize her long-standing dream of college, she became a "boring" person wholeheartedly in senior three and made 300 sets of papers. Perhaps this is not the whole of life, but we can always find that self-awakening is related to the feast of life. At the Peking University freshman dance, she smiled like a flower when she remembered the "boring glory" of senior three-boring is worth it for her dream!

I don't know what words to use to describe the day when my dream came true in 2007. Language always restricts the expression of emotions to a certain extent, and the life of senior three is also mixed with a lot of flavor, so that everyone who has walked seriously can't walk through their emotions when looking back. Similar but different days have now become memories in my mind: chalk crumbs floating in the air for a long time, erased blackboard writing, constantly changing appearance, "the magic wand used by the class teacher to" guide the mountain and inspire the writing ",and the depressed expression of the teacher who hates iron and does not produce when we have not understood it for n times in math class. My classmates and I hold each other's dreams, big or small, but out of reach, every day. " Fortunately, in those days when we had nothing, our dream of never giving up lit up our way. College entrance examination inspirational collection

Everyone has a source of hysteria.

Since junior high school, my dream is Fudan University. When I was in senior three, I seemed to feel that I could reach out and touch my dreams. I have been instilled with the concept of college entrance examination countless times every day, so I have no choice but to make one last stop. I carved a few big characters on the small cupboard beside the bed: Kill in Fudan! I still remember the time when I swore to kill. Meditate once a day after getting up. I live the same life honestly and quietly, but my inner peace is even boring. Travel, crazy online shopping, gossip, love problems ... I gave up reluctantly, and the 7-year-old Q era came to an abrupt end. I am really not a person who can study while having fun. There is always boredom, and occasionally I am complacent about my small success. My fascination with dreams reached its limit when I first entered the third year of high school. Everything has become a college dream that I have recognized when the college entrance examination comes. The driving force of dreams is so strong that I am full of ambition.

Since the teacher announced the timetable for reviewing the college entrance examination, I took out a brand-new notebook and began to record my senior three. On the first page, there are only a few words: Fudan, wait for me! There is only one line on the second page: my college entrance examination goal: more than 650 points. On the third page, there is a paragraph: "I know that everything will be there. I will fail in the big exam and quiz, but I will never give up my efforts and hope. Environment can only affect me, but it can't determine my future. Only I decide my future. Do a good job in hand and strive to make dreams possible. " These three pages have been silently supporting my whole senior three life. As my high school teacher said: Whether you can fly this long mountain depends on the college entrance examination. My middle school is a county middle school. Compared with other key high schools, it is really too humble. Sometimes I feel that we are a forgotten world. The school has no good hardware and enviable software. We don't have the "preferential treatment" of enrolling students independently and walking students. For every child who has a dream of "coming out of the mountain", there are only two precious days for the college entrance examination. From the moment he chose the college entrance examination, many students, like me, said to themselves, "We must win this battle" because we know that we can't afford to lose, otherwise it will be difficult to get out of the winter of 2007. ...

Last semester of senior three, 65438+ 10, the first monthly exam came, and at that moment, I began to feel the truth of the college entrance examination. During the National Day holiday, I didn't dare to go out for a day. From my motherland's birthday to the end of my holiday four days later, I get up at 7: 00 every morning and do my homework until 1 am. I had a meal and had a rest at my desk. I stayed at home and studied hard. When I open my eyes, my first thought is how to do the math problem that I didn't finish the night before. When you are tired, you fantasize about getting the admission notice from Fudan University. I am really crazy, I am willing to be the most honest student ... later I learned that everyone has the source of hysteria. I think that year 10 months, I was hysterical.

What's wrong with being a thinking nerd?

After the monthly exam, the publicity column of the school became lively, with many lists and notices about senior three written on it. Suddenly I feel that my sophomore year has gone far away, so far that I can't see any shadow of the past. I just stood there speechless and understood that the sentence I posted on the table no longer meant posturing. Senior three, I didn't ask you to learn in your life, and I didn't let learning permeate your life. But don't forget to study at any time, and try your best to make yourself gain something at every time. Income must be beneficial to the college entrance examination. "What's wrong with being a nerd in the college entrance examination?" I thought. It is repeated every day, simple and full, and slightly boring. But it doesn't matter, I do, it's all worth it!

When I climbed to the classroom on the fifth floor of the school in the morning, I was panting and sleepy. When I was sleepy, I dragged my deskmate to ask questions, "Tell me about the cultural history of the Tang Dynasty ..." Still facing the piles of review materials that still smelled of ink, I complained a little nervously, "Is the price of paper reduced recently, so that the school has sent so much without stint?" Later, I put my feet on my seat, holding a book and a pen in my hand, trying to recite history, divide dynasties and topics, and even trying to throw the book out of the window; I ate a mouthful of rice at noon and looked at the next study task, thinking that I was busier than the Prime Minister; Jogging on the playground after school, I also forced myself to recite ancient Chinese while running; Do a lot of math problems in the evening, as described in many articles, with a cup of coffee next to it. Actually, it doesn't matter whether there is coffee or not. I haven't drunk it a few times, maybe it's just a symbolic thing ... This is my day, and I don't know if such a day will make others "despise" and feel too exaggerated and unbearable. But that's how I got here. I am an ordinary senior three. I'm stuck in senior three. I only know how to eat and do problems mechanically in class. I am as calm as a small town in my hometown, and nothing great will ever happen.

Pain is never free.

Near the college entrance examination, all kinds of test papers arrived as scheduled, and they were bombarded in turn, and they could not escape. The monthly exam is nothing. There is a big exam every Monday and a quiz every three days. This is just a rigid rule of the school. Teachers in various subjects are also discussing, and when the time is ripe, they will "communicate with students and maintain their combat effectiveness." Starting from next semester, the curriculum of our grade will be completely revised, and it is absolutely normal for two classes to attend together. Every day, we will hand in N papers that have condensed our hard work in reviewing for nearly a year, and we will also get N papers with bright red scores. Score, a guy with great exciting value, was strong enough to shock all senior three students including me in the spring of 2007, that is, love and hate. Although I'm an old hand in exams, I'm still worried that I won't get good grades in exams. The frustration of "trying hard" hangs over every future exam: the red apple that feels that I have spent many days and nights on mathematics but have not been expected. Liberal arts synthesis is also a subject that stings my nerves. I have 4 multiple-choice questions and 10 short-answer questions, and I can read them very well with a little negligence. But even so, I am still clamoring to take the Fudan exam every day, and I still do it seriously with a lot of papers every day, because my choice is that I have no choice, so I have been studying and studying. ...

Like periodic learning, learning planning is very strong. Generally, two weeks before the monthly exam, I will take a day to fill out the schedule for these two weeks and review it step by step. Every subject has a heavy task every day, and two weeks before the monthly exam is my most tired time. So I will treat myself once after every monthly exam. No matter whether I do well or not, as long as I study hard, I always adhere to the principle of "come through thick and thin". I like shopping very much, and jewelry stores are my favorite. The more I fail the exam, the more I like to dress myself up and have a good little mood, and then play tarot cards with myself in a small room until I am satisfied. That is something that always fills me with expectations and surprises, and it may be the best ornament in my boring life in the college entrance examination. There must be hope in life. For example, when you study hard, you subconsciously tell yourself that after this hurdle, there will be a wonderful thing waiting for you, and then the efficiency will be much higher, and every minute will be worth it. On the morning before the college entrance examination 15, I quietly studied the one-meter sunlight that got into the window crack, so soft but full of power, and it shone on my unfolded manuscript paper. I know I must keep working hard for the rest of my life. I also spent the last time of my senior three career as usual, with no special release and no final carnival. My heart seems to sink in a quiet place, and I don't know where it came from.

Future success is equidistant from everyone.

The day before the college entrance examination, go to the examination room in advance. I went early. When I walked into the examination room, there was no one there. I found the serial number and sat in my seat. I looked around the empty classroom and rows of tables and asked myself: Tomorrow, I will be in this place. Can I get Fudan Pass from here? I turned to see the big red banner hanging in the aisle, "Prepare actively and face it calmly". I think, maybe that's it. The two-day college entrance examination passed normally, except for taking a nap during the English exam 15 minutes. I finished writing the Chinese composition in 35 minutes, and answered the math multiple-choice questions and fill-in-the-blank questions in 25 minutes. The moment I really finished the exam and walked out of the examination room, the first sentence I said to the teacher was: "I filled in all the papers except the last math problem, and I was very satisfied." When I walked home, I hid something in my heart that I only said to myself: I accepted the college entrance examination, and I really tried my best, for better or worse. The next day after the exam, I got the correct answer and estimated my score. According to the admission situation in previous years, my score can go to Fudan. I seem to have weighed the weight of the notice. I was excited for a long time. All my expectations and worries about the future have become fragments of my ecstasy when I fantasize that the notice is coming. Later, I was glad to know that I was the number one scholar, but I really didn't rejoice any more, although I thought about that name. Later, I went to Nanning to attend the enrollment consultation meeting. Faced with the status of "number one scholar", my teachers and parents have "Peking University" in their hearts. At that time, I became at a loss. After all, I gave up my original dream-Fudan and chose Peking University. The charm of Peking University is irresistible to every senior three. On the day of the consultation, I went to the booth of Fudan University for a long time, then turned around and left silently. ...

After the college entrance examination, I sorted out all kinds of review materials I used in the past year. The papers distributed by the school occupied half the bookshelf, so I went to the bookstore to buy sets of questions (that is, sets of test paper types and problem sets): 83 sets of Chinese, 52 sets of English, 65 sets of mathematics and 95 sets of liberal arts synthesis; In addition to the short answer questions of liberal arts, many notes and precautions were recorded in red, blue and black pens for other papers and sets of questions. I read four math books from beginning to end for five times, and I wrote the date and my mood on each one. For English special exercises, I did two reading exercises, three cloze exercises and three grammar exercises. I recited five history textbooks seven or eight times, and the geographical map was cut full, so I cut it into a pocket size ... I fiddled with sets of test papers and some messy and broken documents. I don't know why, my mind is blank, and the sun shines through the window and shines before my eyes. I just want to sleep among books and forget everything ... in fact, only I know what my life is like. Although I don't feel pain at all, bitterness still wraps my body and wraps me who wants to cry on that sunny day. Remember to look at the alley outside the flickering classroom every night during self-study and wait for my mother to take me home; I think of the collapse of shutting myself in my room for two whole days without going to school and staring blankly at the wall. I told myself again and again that this was the ingenious arrangement of God, and he made me suffer a lot before the college entrance examination, so that I passed the college entrance examination smoothly. I came over again and again in confusion and confusion, because I always believed that our future was not a dream, and our future success was equidistant from everyone. There was never only the beauty of spelling out, but also the glory of waiting. Now I don't know how to say my study method. Maybe my method is a bunch of "sea tactics" and a round of summary (including learning summary and self-summary).

None of us are children of God.

"A heart, it is absolutely not hurt by the pursuit of dreams. For the loss and pride of learning, clarity and confusion, the simplest thing is what kind of mentality you have. Efforts will fail, and there will be times when I lose courage, but I must work hard. I am working hard. I need strength, silence and will. Everything is just a process, and success and happiness are the destination. Life can be boring, but you must be happy. We are not children of God, we are just children with dreams. " After the college entrance examination, I commemorate my senior three. I decided to continue my "boring" life in Peking University, with a smile as the veil and grow like a snail.

Why did you go to Peking University?

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

I have dreamed for countless times that I will have my own figure in the crowd of broken branches by the lake when exotic flowers and herbs are in full bloom. 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 a lifetime?" 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 told me quite proudly that they had been to the middle school class of Peking University for 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. In the first monthly exam, I got 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 difficult 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?