“十七岁那年的雨季,我们有共同的期许,也曾经紧紧拥抱在一起。十七岁那年的雨季,回忆起过去的点点滴滴,却发现梦想已逐渐靠近。”——题记窗外,雨淅淅沥沥地下着。偌大的教室里一片静谧,只听得到或轻或重的呼吸声、笔尖摩擦纸面的“刷刷”声——这里正进行着一场考试,S城第一中学高二年级的第一次月考。又迅速地解决了一道题,李诗诗颇为轻松地转 At the age of 17, we had the same expectations and embraced the rainy season at the age of 17. The rainy season at the age of seventeen reminded us of the bits and pieces of the past but found our dreams gradually getting closer. “- - Inscription window, rain lingering underground. Large classrooms in a quiet, only to hear or breathing light or heavy, the tip of friction paper ”brush " sound - there is a test, S City, the first high school sophomore first secondary school first Test next month. And quickly solved a problem, Li Shi poem is quite easy to turn