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The first day of the first lunar month, the blooming season Ye Wenkai from Class 13
(1) Middle School
Last September, I stepped through the gates of Shenzhong.
At that time, I was not only curious about high school, but I also admired it. The first thing I saw when I stepped into the middle school was a bustling crowd of students dressed the same as me. Seeing the identical green and white school badge on their chests, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. In the end, I squeezed through the crowd and saw my name and the class behind it. It was Class 13, the class that I could never forget.
On the first day of reporting, the teachers and students had the deepest impression. Only here did I know what dreams and desires were. Ambition as strong as steel, ambition as high as the clouds, this is my first impression of my classmates. Among the teachers, only the English teacher and the form teacher, Mr. Chen, left a deep impression in my heart. The kind Mr. Chen, this was the first impression he gave me. As for Mr. Yu, when I first met him, he only showed me the responsibility, vitality, and strictness of a young teacher. From then on, I remembered those two names.
However, the next round was not as easy as the first round. The first test was about to begin.
Military Training
After twelve years, the first military training in his life had arrived.
When I dragged my suitcase and stepped onto the land, I looked at the instructors and classmates in the training ground, speechless. Military training is still an unfamiliar term to me. But I spent four days there that I couldn't forget.
When I first arrived, I couldn't help but sigh when I saw the tattered camouflage uniform and the simple dormitory. With such an environment, it seemed that the next few days would not be good. I reluctantly put on my military uniform and stood up straight, waiting for the instructor's lecture. At that time, I didn't know anyone in class, nor did I have any friends. I'm an introverted person and don't like to chat up strangers, so I'm destined to be alone these few days. I can't change this situation. I can only be myself. That's all. I learned a lot during the military training. On the first day of exposure to the sun, his skin was dry and cracked, and it was burning. "However, I was in military training. I didn't have any sunblock or ointment. I could only support myself. That day, I learned to be strong. I took a break at noon and faced a large canteen that could accommodate hundreds of people. I, who usually lived in luxury, adapted to the environment. I accepted all of this just to learn how to stand on my own feet. When I returned to the dormitory, I was at my wit's end when I faced the mud-like quilt. In the end, I still racked my brains and folded it neatly. At night, I dismissed myself and returned to the dormitory, dragging my exhausted body, but I still had to wait for a place to bathe. All of this taught me tolerance. At night, I lay on the wooden bed, thinking about the fate of a lonely person, accompanied by a bed full of unknown creatures. All of this taught me tolerance.
The four days of military training passed by in a flash. It was only when they left that they knew they were reluctant to leave. He couldn't bear to part with the lovable and hateful instructor. He couldn't bear to part with every blade of grass and tree here.
(3) Beginner
The long-awaited semester was about to begin, and my middle school life was about to begin.
At the beginning of the new semester, everything seemed so wonderful. A new campus, new teachers, new classmates, a new environment, and a sense of vitality. Every morning when I entered the class, I would always hear the sound of books. Facing a new teacher, I would always have a kind of impulse to let the teacher pay attention to me. The teachers were also so patient. When facing me, who had just entered middle school, they did not put on airs or were impatient. They always patiently helped me answer questions. Among my classmates, I soon had a few good friends. At least, that loneliness had dissipated like the clouds and smoke of the past. Instead, it was the freshness and excitement of getting along with new friends. My first friend was Zhu Yijiang. I always called him Piggy. When I was unfamiliar with the place at the beginning of school, he was the only one who silently shared everything with me. We played basketball together, did homework together, did everything, and talked about everything. Later, I gradually gained Zhuang Wenhao and a few other good friends. We made a promise to study hard and go to the senior high school department together. But I've already fallen. Of course, this is a story for the future.
(3) Conflict
A new semester, a new school, I should be happy with my parents.

Answer 1

A post-reading review was usually an article written after reading a novel to summarize and express the feelings and experiences of reading. You can pay attention to the following points when writing your review:

1. summarize the theme and plot of the novel and briefly describe your views on these contents.

2. Review the important characters in the novel and talk about your opinions and impressions of them.

3. Talk about your feelings about the novel, including what you like or dislike, and what you have learned or inspired from it.

You can talk about your feelings about the novel, such as whether it shocked, moved, or delighted you.

Finally, you can summarize your thoughts and express your understanding and evaluation of the novel.

When writing, one could talk about one's feelings and experiences about the novel from their own experiences, the plot, and the characters. At the same time, pay attention to the structure and language of the article to make the article appear organized, clear and profound.