Joshua Mcelroy
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brought me back from
"The final exam is coming, everyone hurry up and review." These words brought me back from the twilight of my dream to reality. My stomach is growling already, but it's only after five o 'clock, two hours before school ends. On the platform, the teacher was talking about complex geometric problems at the top of his lungs, and the four blackboards were full of dense formulas and chaotic figures. Everyone was also exhausted and began to do other things secretly. Y pressed the novel under the exercise book, secretly reading, laughing while reading, but also biting fingers; Z is spinning his pen, kicking L's chair from time to time, sighing at his watch; S's desk is broken, and he's working hard to fix it, although he knows it won't do anything to help the ruined table... I sighed to myself: how I wish I could become a pupil again. School finishes at 5 o 'clock with little homework, only 3 classes in the morning, and nothing biogeo-political history...... In primary school, looking forward to junior high school, big brothers and sisters are full of vigor and vitality. Now I realize how much pressure they're under. Work is the ocean, we swim in it, but there is no happiness; The book to back is the sky, we fly in it, but top-heavy, groggy. We have always been the object of suffering, the activity class has changed to the main class, the class has changed to the class, learning more than ten hours a day, homework takes more than two hours, sleep is less than 7 hours. So hard we are in exchange for the teacher's mouth "do not work hard, lazy". How much I want to have a world, no homework, no elders nagging, only a vast grassland, dense woods, colorful flowers, and many docile small animals. Breathe the fresh air and take the pressure off your shoulders. Intoxicated, happy. The teacher is still on the podium mumbling lecture, I have been immersed in the imagination of that beautiful world, without any trouble, the huge world let me wander.A short and rich winter vacation in the past, looking back at the fun of this winter vacation, is really countless. But, of course, the most fun is the "motorcycle race". As we grow older, instead of watching fireworks in front of the door, we go into the playground to have fun. One day of the Spring Festival, my cousin and I walked into the playground, in the face of this strange occasion, we took the game currency in our hands to hang around, I do not know where to use it. Among the various big toys, two 3D motorcycles entered our field of vision. So we ride on the motorcycle for a big PK, we choose the track and the car, hold the accelerator, waiting for the start of the race. With the word "GO" on the big screen, I turned the throttle up to maximum and a thrilling race began. At the beginning, I was in the lead, just as my face became serene from a serious expression, because of my carelessness, I slowed down when turning, only to hear a "boom" sound, I stopped starting, and let my brother who was following me suddenly rushed to the front. I fought hard to even the score. To the last corner, I thought this rejection can not be sloppy, this is the decisive corner. I don't know how it happened, I was hit by my brother. I had no choice but to hand over the championship. I'm not gonna take it. I'm gonna go for the second game. "Left, right, forward, accelerate." I know that "Guan Gong goes wheat city - pride will fall". I grasped this characteristic of people, followed my brother, and soon paralyzed my brother. "Near the end." I told myself. With that said, I passed my brother beautifully on a corner and won the championship. Looking at his brother's face of surprise and chagrin, I do not know whether to cry or laugh, slowly to find another fun... .. ... Winter vacation fun and more, because of these things make this year's winter vacation become so full and interesting!
By Joshua Mcelroy11 months ago in Cleats