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Today, we stand here ahe chill of spring. The enthusiasm in my heart is also like the warmer weather, which warms up little by little. The stop in life, the uy, its outline is being clearer.

This experien senior three is a hard time and a novel adventure. Whehe m light has not yet passed through the mountain fog, the reading sounds of senior three students are clearly audible. Walking on the crete path in front of the teag building iernoon, you get a glimpse of the figures buried in books iudy room. In the Q&A room at 9 o'clo the evening, dazzling lights and students' eyes verge between the lines, and the pen and spirit are turned into axes and cymbals uhe guidance of the teacher, breaking one question and doubt after another.In addition to all-day struggle, the adventure of senior three also taught us something that is difficult to learn on weekdays.

The years of senior three really make people uand that persisten dreams make people give up a lot. On weekdays, the active figure on the court disappeared, and the ughter of chatting in the corridor on weekdays disappeared. Instead, it is a book in the , and it is the sound of reading in the wind.