“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,回忆起童年的点点滴滴……”每当这首音乐响起的时候,我的泪总是忍不住地往下流,我努力伸出那双被你们举过的手,擦干眼泪,仰望天空,看着一道道流星,静静紧握双手希望时光能够倒流。清晨起床时,不知道楼下院子中哪一处传来了那首令我涕泗横流的歌声,那些原以为被我遗忘的日子,却一幅幅地浮现在我的眼前,陈情旧事再次被唤醒。 “At the age of seventeen, we had the same expectations and hugged together. At the age of seventeen, we recalled childhood dribs and drabs.” Whenever the music sounded When my tears burst into tears, I tried my best to stretch out the hands that you had lifted, wiped my tears, looked up at the sky, looked at meteors, and held my hands quietly, hoping my time would flow backwards. When I got up early in the morning, I did not know where in the downstairs courtyard came the song that made my head run across my head. Those days that I thought were forgotten, Awakened.