Do your own grades well.

It will remind you of your own efforts (describe the classroom (10- 15) → read the report card → strive to achieve results) Paragraph 2-5: Prepare for the exam (such as 5 TV)

Go to bed earlier than usual) Paragraph 6: Finally.

..... (free play) .....

Reference: self

Outside the window, night has fallen and a lamp is on in the campus. Then I realized: Oh, the days are going to pass again. I put down my pen and stretched myself. I suddenly feel sour and tired. Looking at the mountain of reference books on the desk, "Oh, what a nuisance!" With a creak, the door opened and it was the head teacher. "Students, the body is the capital of the revolution, so pay attention to rest!" I've heard this sentence dozens of times. From the second day after the mid-term exam to today, the head teacher always encourages us to study late into the night. Although it is a very common sentence, I know the weight and significance of this sentence. For the head teacher, we are his hope. This is the final exam again. He knew that we were under great pressure, so he didn't say anything about the exam, but I could find high expectations from his expression. Alas, I hope to become a dragon! Looking at the kind and slightly tired face of the head teacher, I had to give up the idea of "hate" and continue to devote myself to reviewing for the exam. But strangely, my mind is blank and I can't review anything. A recent incident came back at this time. That happened in math review class. The teacher writes algebra problems such as abcd and xyz on the blackboard, which is really a headache, but I have to do it. "Students, there may be such questions in the exam, so pay attention." Alas, the teacher said "maybe", so I had to be patient and barely read the topic. But after thinking about it for a long time, that damn algebra problem was almost me. Throw away the pen when you get angry, but don't do it. Whatever. "Hey, let me teach you." Who is that sweet voice? Oh, I turned out to be a good friend and wanted to refuse, but I'm sorry. Her sincere heart will not allow me to refuse. One minute, half an hour ... Ah, I finally understand. I won. My friends also celebrated for me, what a sincere friendship, what a good friend ... Occasionally I looked out the window, and the outside world was dark, and the day passed like this. My heart had to go back to the fluorescent lamp, hold my pen tightly and bury myself in reviewing. Because, I can't fail, I can't let people who have cared about me down. The night is deep, the shadows are no longer following, and the whole street only has the occasional sound of cars speeding. Night, quiet; In this dark night, I am a free bird. I believe I can fly high, because birds belong to nature.

Reference: Baidu