Today last year, I was like this year's college entrance examination party. I used to write about the examination room environment. When I used to describe the environment of the examination room, I could hear a static needle falling to the ground, and there was only a rumbling fan sound around. But if I were asked to describe the environment of the college entrance examination, I would write it, and it would be very quiet, because in the examination room, I only care about my own papers. Where can I care about the environment of the examination room? Last year, I was so nervous that I didn't fall asleep for a moment the night before the exam. I think this year's candidates must have insomnia for various reasons. I hope they don't care too much about last night's insomnia and have a good result.
I can't help sighing when I think of a car with a red ribbon and a traffic policeman on duty on my way to school this morning. Last year, my dad drove me to the examination room in a red ribbon car, and he also put on the red clothes I specially ordered to cheer me on. In the modern Chinese class, I heard the teacher sigh with emotion that the car with red ribbon was tied in the college entrance examination, and the teacher in red felt that I had returned to that era, an era of youth and unruly.
Finally, after two days of fighting, the college entrance examination is over. Next, it is the' post-war' carnival and reluctant parting. Everyone took advantage of the graduation party to have a good look at their classmates who have struggled side by side for two or three years. Because there was no class reunion, I still remember that the exam was finished that year. My parents are very excited and celebrate with me, but I seem to be very calm and feel it.
The list will be released in more than ten days. I remember half an hour before the list was released last year. When inquiring about the results, I couldn't find it after several times because the network was too stuck. I want to say I'll take a break and chew chicken legs on the sofa, while my father and sister continue to check nervously in front of the computer. At the moment I learned the result, I was still chewing the chicken leg, and my father jumped up with excitement.
I hope this year's candidates can get good grades and get into their favorite universities. I'm going to be an old Bacon sophomore. My heartfelt wishes.