Welcome to The Moon Is Like a Cookie 01.@香青In the last half hour of the college entrance examination, I seemed to see that every exam I wanted to escape from before was waving goodbye to me, and my youth was marked with a semicolon. .

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@香香

In the last half hour of the college entrance examination, I seemed to see that every exam that I wanted to escape from before was waving goodbye to me, and my youth was on the line. Semicolon. The rain that day was very heavy and turned into a vast mist. I couldn't see the buildings clearly, nor could I see my future clearly. Where should I go? I felt inexplicably sad for a moment, but it was only for that moment. After all, the happiness in the future is unlimited. Like the dawn, it will fall, but it will dawn again the next day , forever happy and always eighteen.

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@白芷

In the last half hour of my high school career, I was...

I was in the examination room, upright, serious and cautious, with the attitude of fighting to the end with this test paper.

The last test is geography. The clock shows that there is still half an hour before the paper is closed. Yes, there is still half an hour. This means that after I successfully fill out this answer sheet, the moment I walk out of the exam room door, my high school career will be over.

But when I was sitting in the examination room, I had no time to think about this. There was only one belief in my mind at that time, that is, I must use my best strength to fill out this test paper satisfactorily. Han Chuang has studied hard for twelve years, and the victory or defeat depends on this.

Until the moment I buckled the pen cap, until the bell rang "The end of the exam is up, please stop answering the questions.", until the moment I walked out of the exam room with the transparent bag containing the exam equipment, I knew that my high school career was over. This brings a happy ending. Those days when I desperately wanted to escape are finally over.

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@Chiyu

In the last half hour of the college entrance examination, I was struggling with English. My English is relatively weak. In addition, we take the listening test separately from other parts. I already know that listening is terrible, so I can only work on other parts. Earn more points. June was already hot. Although it rained, it became even hotter after the rain. I wiped my sweat while reading the densely packed articles. I was both hot and nervous. I didn’t know the meaning of the words, and I was afraid that I would fail the test. It was a moment of relief when it was over.

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@松天

The last session was geography. I sat by the window and watched the willow branches outside swaying in the wind. Looking around, there are all students from high school. As a student from an ordinary private high school, I can't help but feel embarrassed for myself. But I also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was the last one. It was really hard to live under their eyes for the past three days. It felt like an extra pack of biscuits in a pile of mineral water. It was superfluous and unnecessary. An eyesore.

This exam lasted seventy-five minutes. In the last half hour, I was still writing furiously, but some people had already stopped writing and started checking. I was not in a hurry, because I thought that when I thought of the sentence: "Each flowering period is different, there is no need to lament that others had it earlier than you." So I still calm down. Their grades are indeed better than mine, and they are better than me, but I am also unique. The one that stands out.

Before entering the examination room, it is inevitable to be talked about. It is also common to be talked about. I have heard it, but I still feel that the way to judge whether a person is excellent is not just his grades. I remembered that during the hour-long break before this exam, I gathered with my classmates and ate melon seeds. But now it was the last exam in my high school career. Finally, I no longer had to worry about it. In the past, I would have been extremely happy, but looking out the window at this moment, I have an indescribable feeling. My three years of high school, my youth has come to an end, and my enthusiastic but not brave eighteen years old, I ushered in my college entrance examination, which is also the end of my three years.On the way back, some people on the bus were happy and some were sad. I sat in the last row.

After getting off the bus, everyone said goodbye to each other, all they said was goodbye, but I also understand that for some people, it may be the last time we see each other.