回首高三,那是一个不断打压自信心又通过一种莫名的力量重新站起来的过程,电话里报分数的机器声音念到最后一个字末尾的一刹那,我觉得之前像是蹲了一年的马步,不然不可能这么畅快淋漓,好像吃了报纸中缝广告里的假药一样,顿时一身轻松。但其实枉我看了十几年恐怖片,还是没有看穿生活的把戏,表现为捏着半吊子的成绩单还以为自己考得不错。晃晃荡荡大摇大摆地去了志愿咨询会。 Looking back to the third year, it is a process of constantly suppressing confidence and rekindling through an inexplicable power. The machine voice reporting on the phone reads the last word of the last moment, and I think it was like a horse squatting for one year Step, or impossible so fun dripping, as if to eat the fake drugs in the newspaper stitched ads, suddenly a relaxed. However, in fact, I watched ten years of horror film, or did not see through the tricks of life, performance is holding a half-dozen transcripts thought they got a good test. Dangling swaggering volunteer consultation.