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Author: Zhang Nan
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: God only holds half of me, and the harder I work, the larger the half in my hands. A person who never despairs in the face of misfortune is destined never to be crushed by life. From the perspective of a literary enthusiast, this book is an enlightening guide in plain language for fellow lovers of literature, serving as an excellent place to imitate and draw nourishment. I don’t know how to write, to be precise, I don’t know what words to use to weave together the emotions of this year, to hang them like dazzling crystals without losing their essence, for you to share and understand. As I wrote these scorching words of August, I suddenly noticed that many unfamiliar small flowers were blooming in clusters outside the window—red, yellow, pink, and white, a riot of vibrant colors. Oh my, when did these flowers bloom? Such a blaze of vitality must not last only a few days. I wonder if these flowers were as beautiful throughout the year as they are now. If so, I should be grateful to them. I can smell the sweet fragrance in the air, and a beautiful phrase suddenly came to mind: "Flowers bloom eternally! Flowers bloom eternally! Flowers bloom eternally!" I think I can finally calm down and tell you all the countless stories that have happened this year. I believe that no matter what happens in the future, every little detail, every drop of this year, will never be forgotten by me again.
One week before the start of senior year, a parent-teacher meeting was held. It was a very serious meeting, one where no one was absent or late. The teachers almost all the parents' emotions during that meeting. The importance of senior year is self-evident—after all, "Success or failure hinges on senior year." Whether the students had previously shone brightly or failed miserably, the slim young homeroom teacher, leaning against the podium, delivered an inspiring two hours, urging us to believe that anything is possible. Miracles or disasters would all unfold dramatically this year. To help each student clearly understand their rank in class, grade, district, and even the city, the school meticulously created a ranking table for first and second-year high school students' scores in each subject. Now that I think back, I have to admit that the table was truly exquisitely designed. It included the total and scaled scores, rankings, and comparisons with the grade average, as well as carefully crafted performance trend charts, followed by a detailed analysis of the overall rankings. The paper was crammed with dense information, a testament to their meticulous effort.
Father returned from school with a grim expression, and the situation, as I had feared, was not optimistic: 190th in the grade. A terrifying position. "There’s still hope. The teachers said anything is possible." Father said he believed in me, but I didn’t know if I should believe in myself again. However, there was no turning back. We were like chess pawns that had crossed the river—we couldn’t go back. The only thing I could do was gallop forward, strive to catch up, to live up to my parents, to live up to my teachers, and most importantly, to live up to myself. P3-4