In the long river of destiny, we are all humble swimming fish.
In the night sky of dreams, we are all tiny stars.
So in reality, what wonderful roles do we all play?
The answer is---the pillars of the motherland, the flowers of the motherland, the hope and future of the motherland.
The senior year of high school means the end of middle school, but before experiencing it, everyone's understanding and inner monologue of these two words are different. Longing, confusion and fear.
Of course, after experiencing it, everyone will admire their strength from the bottom of their hearts.
When that hot summer passed quietly, the senior year of high school that I hated so much before became less annoying, and even a little nostalgic.