"Wang Yuxi, please answer this question." I was whimsical and suddenly stood up. Please answer the fourth question. I read a book and vaguely said, "94 is a factor of 1, and 1 is a multiple of 94." Just as the voice fell, a burst of laughter broke out in the classroom. I looked at them doubtfully. Am I wrong? Xx said, "94 is a multiple of 1 and 94, and 1 and 94 are factors of 94." Really, on the contrary! Teacher Jiang said, "Wang Yujing, didn't you preview?" I blushed and remembered yesterday's scene: "z z z z z z z z……" A purr sounded and I went to bed. Lie prone on the math book. Looking at the numbers, I fell asleep on my stomach as soon as I was blind. Preview is very important in our class. The teacher may forget some homework every day, but she will never forget it! Today's homework, in addition to doing "one exercise per class", is pages 27 and 28 of the preview book. I must show it to you!
After returning home, I took out my math book and looked at the five characters of "trapezoidal area", and my brain began to get high again. Oh, no! I still have to do my homework. Trapezoidal area = upper bottom+lower bottom × height ÷2, trapezoidal height = area× 2 × upper bottom+lower bottom, trapezoidal upper bottom+lower bottom = area× 2. Then I will fly first! I'll apply these formulas to the graph first, and I'll do it. Then ... "Ah, it's finally finished!"
The next day in math class, the teacher asked, "How should I calculate this trapezoid?" ? Hands up. "I held my hand high." Wang Yuxi, go ahead. "I replied," Find the upper bottom, the lower bottom and the height of the trapezoid first, and then divide the sum of the upper bottom and the lower bottom by the height to get it. "The teacher gave me a favorable look, I'm not happy!
The wind in spring is still a little chilly, because the residual cold in winter has not dissipated. The evergreen trees on campus are still strong, but the dust on the leaves is always thick, waiting for the baptism of the spring rain. The sunshine seems to be much warmer, but it is still a little warm when it shines on you. How can you not think of last winter in such an atmosphere? It will disappear forever.
Life in the past was always so simple and beautiful, just like childhood. Always inadvertently recall those happy and cheerful scenes, everything is so simple. And those can only be some comforting pictures, and maybe they will never return to that time. I grew up before I knew it, and I became a junior before I knew it. Just like when I was a freshman and a sophomore, I am more relaxed and carefree every day! There is food and fun in the rice; Whenever you want to sing, you can shout a few words ... If you have no living expenses, you can call your parents. After all, learning is still important, just getting through easily. I always feel empty sometimes, because my mind is always blank without thinking about anything.
Just like when I was a freshman and a sophomore, I didn't think about what I would do to survive in the future. I didn't expect that people in their twenties would end up feeling a little guilty about spending their parents' money, and I didn't expect to face life by myself in the future-there will be wives and children in the future. They all have one mouth, and their lives and their own lives must be maintained by themselves. ..... Wait, maybe I haven't thought about anything. How easy it is to live a standard campus life of 3. 1 minute with an empty head all day!
If time can stop, if people stay in childhood forever, if only I were a freshman and a sophomore forever! That's not true, time can never stop, childhood can't be found back, freshman and sophomore broke up with me forever! Those idle days never said goodbye to me, and there was no such emptiness in my mind-not the emptiness of knowledge or life enrichment, but many miscellaneous things wrapped around my heart, which made me unable to remember those emptiness!
I'm still on campus, and I know I've really grown up. The sun is still rising red, it is still so energetic, but I am dragging my tired body and will soon fall down. I can't imagine how tasteless and boring my life is. Like a dead wood without soul, water and life. Maybe so. Maybe I can't do anything at this age. After all, I am only in my twenties. Although I have the same youth as a flower, it is something that only I know. No one else can see it. I want to find a job of washing dishes to enrich my life, but in fact I just want girls. I don't understand the difference between us boys washing dishes and girls, but I have no right to persuade others to recruit me. Is there really nothing I can do? Sometimes I ask myself, the answer is no.