我讨厌这个少有阳光的季节———冬季。十七岁的雨季,满怀着斑斓的憧憬,期待着中考的到来。然而距离中考还有三个月时,我却遭遇了“非典”的劫难———我被隔离了。于是,理想和斑斓的憧憬在现实中被焚烧,随着中考的失败而破碎。那份刻骨铭心的失落与悲痛,只有经历过的学子才体 I hate this little sunny season - winter. The seventeen-year-old rainy season is full of gorgeous moustaches and looks forward to the arrival of the Chinese exam. However, three months away from the entrance exam, I suffered the catastrophe of SARS—I was isolated. As a result, the ideal and gorgeous skeleton was burned in reality and broken with the failure of the examination. That unforgettable loss and grief, only experienced student talent