Story of a girl of Senior Three

Story of a girl of Senior Three
Remember the question: Perhaps can't have unless passing by Senior Three it is sampled that time is thin and thin later. Remember that in Senior Two, even see the article of Senior Three's life of a lot of description in junior middle school. The feeling at that time, seemed to be seeing a scene curtain tragicomedy, there are no too many happiness, anger, grief and joy, perhaps still some take pleasure in other's misfortune. But time pass by among being in a trance, unwittingly, in Senior Three even I. The primary school, junior middle school, through the whole journey, calm, a girl making an outstanding achievement will always have a lot of people who will be protecting and doting on, someone tell me whether start a new term, notice I first day, " because others one carefulness of face, and you are one suit loftily. " Loftily? Have never expected someone will describe me like this. When being too much, I learn since I hide deeply a actual one just, " it is possible I am more perturbed than someone " ,I say in the diary, " no one will discover " . Destined innately, I always leave two kinds of different impressions on others. The person far from me does not wish very much close to me, but in their eyes, this girl is so calm and happy forever, perhaps still taking the ripe concept; Some persons close to me understand me: She was very fragile originally, even a bit inmature. The most typical one is my deskmate, two weeks ago, he leads a kind of younger brother's expression to be respectful gingerly to sit at my side, now, he can already strike my head and call my little lazy dog. Everyone can not find out, including I myself. Wake up early while being every, grow appear some agitated mood always in being dim, gratuitous. The girl of Senior Three science class has no time yellow to the mirror applique - -That need putting in order is not clothing made up, but is the mood. Leave a magnificent smile before the first stranger who sees you of early morning. The cold air accompanies me to ride and get on the bus, the dim brain reflects a film seen in the past, remember several beautiful girls among them always put on the fresh and cool tennis clothes to play tennis in early morning, really let people envy. Always feel that is real youth, but not the heavy schoolbag like the lunch-box sunk. 20 minutes later, at the place where a piece of oxygen is not very sufficient, saw the tired people that holds of that band of whole faces - -In fact we separate and just less than ten hours. Suddenly realized it was so hardworking that WHY TEACHER transposed - -It is the same as a person to stare at in one day and 14 hours, it would be suprised if do not have nightmares. Calculate, connect with the necessity that parents will not hold either like this, - -we and parents are only less than appointment time of an hour every day. At that time, the Mummy will only ask continuously what I lacked. What is lacked? Nothing is scarce, I can always think it empty in the heart. The student in Senior three will know this sentence " has an examination, you are my eternal pain. " Attempt until " whether pleased by external gains, saddened by personnal losses " always Disposition detached,helpless for sage in I. The one with deepest impression is those first monthly examinations. A whole political class, I have one's mind stuffed with but is divided by that pitiful mathematics. The person around is looking at my numb expression, even to speak meticulously. Class is over to put off till, I have walked out silently, a chemical class has not come back. And then I can bring the calm smile and sit there. Really, in fact easy injured one of me, each heart of student in Senior three very sensitive. Listened to the old class wash the teaching like the brain every day, bore the feeling like a kind of criminal unexpectedly unwittingly. The season when snowed last year, the friend in the distant place mailed a postcard, there is a little poem of his question above, the ending is: Also have as me Mood that appreciate snow, originally, I understand, consider carefully in the the intersection of grievance and dense world later very much, who face snow all over the sky that, grow out a romantic feelings? The fact is like this, but I can not bear to let him down, then reply against one's will: Mountains and rivers turn the intersection of I and heart into, hope can my heart remains unchanged, but very much really still, all of us are being forced to grow up. Postscript: Though the thing written out was brought grievance, I at this moment have already received the notices of Tsing-Hua University after all, presumably, everything becomes more and more dull again.

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