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在这个大雨滂沱的季节,我迎来了属于我的十七岁雨季。亲情,友情,爱情,来来去去,疲惫不堪。累了,倦了,漫步雨中,伸出手去触摸那瞬间的冰冷。擦肩而过的是曾经的期盼,徒留心底的是淡淡的失落,怅然,而后恍悟。青春的鼓点让人叹惜,让人羡慕。我的梦不是只有一个的,就像一口气吹出的很多泡泡,它们总是绚丽多彩地在阳光下盘旋着。只是它们太脆弱,一阵疾风,几滴急
In this season of heavy rain, I have ushered in my 17-year-old rainy season. Family, friendship, love, come and go, exhausted. Tired, tired, walking in the rain, reach out and touch the moment of the cold. Passage past the expectations of the past, only pay attention to the faint loss, a sense of loss, and then enlightenment. Youth drums people lament, enviable. My dream is not just one, it’s like a lot of bubbles blown out, they are always beautiful and colorful circled in the sun. But they are too fragile, a blast, a few drops of urgency