That summer, we sat in the classroom together. The cicadas outside were chirping "Cicada, Cicada" non-stop. With the hot weather, we ushered in the college entrance examination. It was a special day and the only day. We are all writing our lives vigorously, and everyone is looking forward to a satisfactory university notice. There will also be people who are full of regrets, regretting that they did not work hard again in high school, did not go crazy once, did not quarrel with the teacher once in high school career, and did not skip class with their friends. But this will all pass, and we will not be the immature students who just entered high school...
Intention: Recall the summer that belongs to you