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高三祭（Senior three Festival） Senior three Festival My senior year passed like that. Standing on the campus of East China University Of Politics and Law, eyeful of green and sunshine. The breath of spring permeates every corner of the city and is permeated with youthful faces. The college entrance examination has already left me.. I said to myself, but I still remember that year, under the weight of the still fresh life, still beautiful smile. It is a kind of extreme life, copy from rolia. The smoke has not cleared the college entrance examination in 2003. In July 13th, our senior year started. I dont know who wrote down 330 at random on the back board. It was very small but very clear. The students walked into the classroom quietly and kept silent. Sit down and read. No one to ignore the three digits, but know that it is the sword hanging over our head, gleaming. The school moved all high school students to a branch on the edge of the city, desolate and desolate. The schools purpose speaks for itself. Slogans and slogans are everywhere. Three general mobilization meeting was over, all the teachers lecture ended. The classroom was no longer full of vitality, with a childish face full of heaviness and coldness. A Shanghai girl wrote a blossom, published in the magazine, her three described as thrilling, bloodshed. Soon, the school printed thousands of copies of the article and told us that anything is possible. Dark circles are slowly increasing, and the smell of thick coffee is always in the classroom. The books on the desk piled higher and higher, even the aisles were full of papers. No one swore that the weather was hot and no one complained about books or exercises. Our high school, so quietly opened the curtain. In front of me stood the head teacher: Yin Haozhe, your dream of Peking University will come true.! I raised my head and smiled. The sun shone warmly into the office in August. I seem to hear the call from afar. I made a list for myself. I wrote the best sc