高三,是我十七岁青春记忆里的全部时光。它不是我不敢回顾的黑暗梦魇,而是我每每提及便充盈心田的暖光。那年高三,我青春的模样闪闪发光。我怀念那年,怀念无数次操场上的晨跑,怀念无数次图书馆里的自习,怀念无数次和同桌因为一道数学题争得面红耳赤……那年的青春,我经历过无数次的悲欢,也咀嚼过无数次的失落,品尝过无数次的喜悦。我的高三,我的十七岁。 Third year, is my full memory of the seventeen-year-old youth. It is not a dark nightmare I can not recall, but a warm light that I often fill in to fill my heart. Year of the third year, my youth looks sparkling. I miss that year, miss numerous morning jogs on the playground, miss numerous self-study in the library, miss countless times and the same table because of a math problem get red-hot ...... that youth, I have experienced numerous tragedies Huan, also chew countless times the loss, taste the joy of countless times. My third year, my seventeen years old.