那一年十六岁。校园里栽下的不到两年的竹子，逢着三四月的连阴雨，细细的竹笋一节一节拔起来。然后是晴天，也就是说夏天到了。到处是阳光，在人们的渴望中扑下来的天上地上脸上桌子上无处不在的阳光，天很深很蓝，云朵又大又湿，连一向显得古旧的青色教学楼，也显示出一点亮 That year is 16 years old. Less than two years of planting bamboo on campus, with every rainy day in April and April, a small section of bamboo shoots up. Then it is sunny, which means summer is here. There are sunshine all over the sky, the ubiquitous sunshine on the table in the throats of man’s desire, the deep, blue sky, the large and wet clouds, and the ancient blue school building, which always appears, bright