On the way home from school, instead of thinking about the physics problem, I was thinking about Chen Jin's words over and over again.
When I got home, I found all the English textbooks for junior high school and decided to copy ten words on paper every day. It would take nearly an hour on the way to play, so I made the most of it.
Then, I made another important decision: I got up half an hour early every morning and recited the English text, but the method was slightly different from what Chen Jin told Xiaobo. I didn’t intend to pursue any illusory language sense, but to recite fluently.
The key in the future is not how many hours I spend learning English a day, but whether I can get up half an hour early every day to recite English, and whether I can persist in memorizing ten English words every day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
Starting today, I will persist until the college entrance examination. If my English score is not good, then I will accept my fate!
After analyzing my weaknesses and prioritizing my English study time, I developed learning methods for each subject based on my own situation and the conditions of the teachers in each subject to make full use of the time in school.
For example, I think the physics teacher's lectures are very confusing, so I don't listen to him, I read books and do my homework by myself. When the basic physics get out of class is over, all my physics homework has been completed, and I still have the energy to summarize my thoughts. Chemistry is basically the same. Although the teacher teaches well, I don't think I need to listen to her. Although the math teacher is notoriously sloppy at school, he often finds his two trouser pockets turned out during class, or the button is completely wrong, and his hair seems to have never been combed. How can I meet such a bad teacher, but I think he lectures very well. He is the teacher with the most rigorous logical thinking and the most agile thinking in divergent thinking among the teachers I have met so far. I selectively listen to his classes and not listen to them.
Three science subjects, I never take notes. Although the chemistry teacher has asked me to take notes many times in class, I have tried several times, but I found that the speed of the pen is too slow. Taking notes is suppressing thinking and slowing down my thinking. Speed, and when you're engrossed in your thinking, you simply forget to record.
However, my approach to English class is completely different. From the moment the class bell rang, it was as if I had taken a stimulant, with both ears pricked up and two glowing eyes staring at the teacher. Because of the poor foundation, I don’t understand a lot of things. It doesn’t matter. I jot it down first, and then study it after class. I take notes one by one. If the ability is not enough to judge what the teacher said is useful and what is not, then the fool's method is to write down all the three, seven and twenty-one.
I also often study the notes of Lin Yiran and Yang Jun, learn their various recording methods, and analyze which is good and which is not good, and which is more suitable for my way of thinking. After learning from the best of the family, my English notes can be used for exhibitions.
In the English class, my mind was basically locked on the teacher. Because I was too focused, I often felt tired when the get out of class bell rang, so I had to go outdoors for ten minutes between classes, so that my brain could prepare for the next class. Prepare for efficient operation.
For Chinese language, Lin is still the target. I will read every piece of her composition, and I bought a copy of the college entrance examination composition model essay Daquan. I read it as a novel.
History, politics, and so on, I think it’s just rote memorization, so I never listen to lectures. I often secretly memorize new English words every day, or consolidate mathematics and physics. If all these are done, I will read idle books.
Geography class is an exception. Madam Zhou is an older generation of college students. She has taught geography all her life. Although she is rigid and strict, she is very knowledgeable. I like to listen to her class very much. The earth and the universe, listening to the lecture itself is a kind of relaxation.
I try to use my time in school as efficiently as possible, making full use of the little time of going to school and leaving school. After the time has been allocated in this way, apart from getting up half an hour early to recite English every morning, I am actually very busy every day.
I never stay up late and never give up play time, because I firmly believe that good study is based on good rest, and those who can't get enough rest can't study efficiently.
But in the eyes of outsiders, I am very uneducated. I am reading idle books in self-study class, watching "Drabocat" in math class, and drawing Sailor Moon with pen in physics class. In fact, these are the remaining time after I have reasonably planned.
Yang Jun and I are in a somewhat similar situation. Although our thinking is different, our strengths are different, our interests are different, and we have different priorities, we are both people who don’t like to listen to lectures in class, which means our “free” time a lot of.
After I was with Yang Jun, I realized that I was such a mischievous student. The two of us had countless small moves in class every day.
One day, the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom, Shen Yuanzhe shouted to stand up, the classmates bowed to the teacher and sat down, only to hear a thump, and I was nowhere to be seen. It turned out that Yang Jun took my stool away while we stood up, and I sat down on the ground.
One day, with the voice of my math teacher as the accompaniment, I was reading "Robocat" in a math textbook. I was secretly having fun, and the stool only had two feet on the ground. I shook it comfortably, and Yang Jun kicked it violently. When I got to my stool, I sat on the ground again. The robot cat flew up, spun around a few times in the air, hit me on the head, and the whole class laughed.
The math teacher who was writing on the blackboard turned around, held up his deep myopia glasses, looked at the classroom blankly, and asked in confusion, "Where's Luo Qiqi?" In a weak, gnashing voice: "Here."
One day, as soon as the get out of class bell rang, Yang Jun rushed out excitedly. I followed behind him and admired his masterpiece. After sitting on the stool for a whole class, Yang Jun's buttocks had been dyed red with chalk gray, and a note was floating on his back, with a few big characters: Monkey's buttocks. The classmates have long been accustomed to our pranks and do not remind him. Because he is good at sports, he also leads radio gymnastics at the front of the class. As a result, he was laughing from class (4) to class (6), and he kept looking back, but he didn't know what the classmates were laughing at. However, I won't be too proud for long. Maybe the next day, I will write on my back "pass me, please hit me", and the classmates who pass by me will "kindly" satisfy my request and put it on my back. For a moment, I wondered, why is everyone's way of saying hello today turned into slapping me on the back
Because the two of us have good grades, the teachers are very tolerant of our mischief, and we are not blind people. We can clearly distinguish which teacher can joke and which teacher cannot.
As the days passed, I gradually integrated into high school life and had new good friends—Yang Jun and Lin Yiran. They have excellent grades, pure enthusiasm, and vigor. They are the most ordinary and normal good students. They are completely different from my friends in junior high school.
I know that there are still Lin Lan, Li Xin, and Ni Qing in this class, repeating stories that are not new among girls, but I don’t know if it’s because I have changed, or because of the aura of Yang Jun and I, the friends I have attracted. No matter how good or bad his grades are, his personality is lively and active, simple and cheerful, or heartless and playful.
A group of us spends all day together, reading comic books, eating snacks, bragging, bickering, tossing each other, and making fun of each other.
Because of my good grades, the teacher likes me; because of my carefree personality and a group of buddies who can play well, my high school life is almost a clear sky, the sun is shining brightly, and there is no haze at all.
The people and things in junior high school seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me, including the taciturn, indifferent and stubborn Luo Qiqi.
My high school classmates never admitted that I was silent and introverted. When they mentioned me, they would shake their heads, laugh, and exaggerately say: "Ah! Luo Qiqi, that guy is so troublesome. She has to cry and laugh for a while, but the teacher has nothing to do with her."
I definitely don't think I'm cold and stubborn. In their eyes, Luo Qiqi is lively, playful, mischievous, uninhibited, likes to play, can afford to play, and is a buddy with all boys. If girls like any boy, they like to send her a note with a message.
I think everyone likes to live in the light, and no one likes to walk with a cross, and I am no exception. I slowly fell in love with my current life, enjoyed the praise and likes from my teachers, classmates, parents and relatives, laughed out loud, made loud noises every day, worked hard and worked hard, and at the same time enjoyed the glory brought by giving.
I slowly began to hide Xiaobo and Xiaofei to the deepest part of my heart.
Perhaps, this is human nature, no matter how much pain, we can heal, no matter how painful loss, we can get used to it.
You can call it - strong, you can also call it - forgetting.
The final exam is coming, but Yang Jun is sluggish.
I asked him jokingly, "Aren't you going to knock me down?"
He sighed and sighed, sighed all morning, and finally passed me a small note that read, "I think I'm in love with someone."
I held back my laughter and coughed twice. He looked at me gloomily and asked in a low voice, "Do you think I'm handsome?"
I looked at him idiotically, big brother, you said this question, how should I answer it
"Some people say that I look pretty good, especially my eyes. When I was in junior high school, several girls said I looked good."
On the contrary, Yang Jun's eyes are indeed beautiful, with long and dense eyelashes, and dark and bright eyes. I held back my smile and wrote on the note: "Who exactly do you like?"
Yang Jun was embarrassed, and he didn't tell me for a long while. Teachers and parents often feel that we are too easy to say "love", but they don't know that in many cases, it is very difficult for us to even say "like".
I smiled and said, "Don't tell me it's me!"
He was agitated by me, and immediately said contemptuously: "You? My brain is not flooded!"
When the students around heard his voice, they all looked up at us. Yang Jun didn't care about his troubles like he used to, but lowered his voice.
After a while, when the classmates didn't look at us, Yang Jun said solemnly, "You have to promise to keep it a secret for me. No one can tell it, but I didn't even tell my buddies."
"I promise."
He passed me another small note: "Fourth row, second seat."
Second from left? Or the second from the right? It's a loss that he is still a so-called strongman in science! The logic isn't rigorous at all, but when I looked up, I learned that the real world often doesn't need logic.
The second from the left is the beautiful Tong Yunzhu, and the second from the right is the plump Zhao Miaomiao.
No need to ask, common sense already tells me who it is. Tong Yunzhu was doing her homework with her head down, except for her more outstanding appearance, she looked no different from other girls in this class.
Yang Jun threw a note at me again: "How do you think I should chase her?"
"You really want to follow my advice?"
"real."
"What about loyal words?"
"You think I'm a pig head like you?"
"My advice is not to chase, she and you are not from the same world."
Yang Jun is very disdain: "Then what kind of world is she from? Pluto or Neptune? I have already inquired. She used to have a rumored boyfriend. I heard that she was in prison, but what does it have to do with her? She didn't do it again. bad thing."
"I knew I was talking in vain."
"I decided to go after her."
I waved my hand like a fly: "It's good to go, I won't give it away!"
Tong Yunzhu is not a math problem, it can't be overcome by intelligence and diligence. I can already see Yang Jun's broken body, but no one can stop him. If the blood of youth is not sprinkled, the excitement of hormonal secretion will not pass.
I'm just glad that the plague of love came at a good time. He is only a freshman in high school now. Even if he is sick, he still has enough time to recover before the college entrance examination.
In the final exam, I jumped to the second place in the class, Lin Yiran was the first, and Yang Jun was the third.
My Chinese grades have improved, but my English grades are still terrible. I got at least 79 points in the mid-term exam, but this time I only got 71 points.
When the results were announced, it was already winter vacation, and the campus was very empty. I held the English test paper in my hand, and I kept walking against the biting cold wind.
This time the blow was even more severe than the midterms, and I didn't even have a sense of hope.
Suffice it to say, I spend three times as much time and effort in English as any other class, and my notes are the most serious in the class. During class, I only had the teacher's voice in my ears. I was so focused that Yang Jun was talking beside my ear, I couldn't hear it at all. I will insist on reciting English for half an hour even on weekends, and I can recite every English text like a fluent. I don't believe there are more serious students in our class than me!
I have never been slack for a day, but the results have not advanced but regressed!
If the way of heaven rewards diligent work, where is my way of heaven? Can't God see the slightest bit of my effort
I didn't expect to get more than 90 points, but at least I should improve.
Why is this happening? Is this the result of half a year of hard work? After working hard, but not getting the reward you deserve, this makes people desperate and makes people question whether it is necessary to work so hard? There is no difference between learning and not learning.
I have no way to give myself the answer, when I walked in the cold wind for more than two hours, when my whole body was almost frozen, I decided to forget about it, forget about this powerless frustration, forget about this seemingly The feeling of despair that never sees hope.
I still have to memorize ten words every day, I still have to recite English for half an hour every day, and I will still listen carefully next semester, do my homework seriously, and still memorize even the teacher's slobber.
I bet with myself that Shushan has road and diligence as the path! Since I can't find the reason, I can't find a better way to learn, I can only bet on the wisdom of the ancients with myself.
I tore my English papers in the wind, and pressed my setbacks and frustrations over the past six months to the deepest part of my heart.