那年,我十八岁。高三,黑色的七月。落了榜,雨季就来了。好像是没完没了了,雨一直在下,我只差三分就上线了,老师说我上重点都没有问题的,可我落榜了。看了榜回来就病了,父亲说带我去北京买上次没舍得买的那件裙子,母亲煮了我爱喝的红枣汤。 That year, I was 18 years old. High school, black July. Fall list, the rainy season came. Seems to be endless, the rain has been under, I was only one-third on the line, the teacher said I did not focus on the key points, but I get the job. Watched the list back to the sick, my father said took me to Beijing to buy the last time did not want to buy the skirt, my mother cooked my favorite dates soup.