Cloud looked at a piece of the sky, into a round into the final disappear one after another. Like sunflower stubborn search for the sun to rise as efforts to find traces of what to put behind them a shadow. Like in the dead of night, when alone on the roof 4 3 2 1 Liancheng line, silently wish promised.
16-year-old, there is no memory of the past.
I simply have to utter destitution of the past. the parting is not no sweet nor earth-shattering feat, it like a light comedy, only memories after laugh.
16 years old, too many people enter and leave.
Come in and out, some people just passers-B, some people will always linger. Different people have different definitions, in the face of them have different feelings. Some have passed will not look back, and some can not bear to look back later, some afraid to turn around later, and some of no return has passed. Some memories just passing scenery, and some met only the beauty of the accident, but I still thank God, has not always door-to-door life.
16 years old, a romantic longing.
Riding with two people want to see the scenic coast, two people want to go to amusement parks to eat chocolate ice cream, you want two people lying on the lawn looking at a blue, two people want to work together under the large banyan trees planted in the Wishing bottles with two people want the park to see the evening light up the street at the same time. This romantic vision is called.
16 years old, under a drizzle of light rain.
Little by little, fell on the ground there is no signs of heart falls silent, seized can not, do not rub the net, a little heart.
十六岁，是一个仰望的季节。
看着天上的云一片一片，变成一团团，变成一朵朵最后消失不见。像向日葵倔强地抬头寻找阳光一样努力寻找什么痕迹，把影子抛在了身后。喜欢在夜深人静的时候独自在天台上看星星一颗两颗三颗四颗连成线，默默许下心愿。
十六岁，没有缅怀的过去。
我的过去单纯得一贫如洗。没有撕心裂肺的别离，没有海枯石烂的甜蜜，亦没有惊天动地的壮举，它像是一出轻喜剧，笑完之后只剩回忆。
十六岁，太多的人进进出出。
进来又出去，有些人只是路人甲乙，有些人永远挥之不去。不同的人有不同的定义，面对他们有不同的心情。有的过去了不会回头，有的过去了不忍回头，有的过去了不敢回头，有的过去了不能回头。有些回忆只是路过的风景，有些遇见只是意外的美丽，但我依然感谢上帝，已经人生不能总是直达目的地。
十六岁，向往一种浪漫。
想要两个人一起骑单车看海边的风景，想要两个人一起去游乐园吃巧克力冰淇淋，想要两个人一起躺在草坪上仰望一片蔚蓝，想要两个人一起在大榕树下埋下许愿瓶，想要两个人一起看傍晚公园里的路灯同时亮起来。这种浪漫叫做憧憬。
十六岁，下起了蒙蒙的小雨。
一点一点，落在地上没有痕迹，落在心里悄无声息，捡不起，擦不净，有点潮湿，有点心动。