在你拿上大衣飞奔出门,在路边摊上叫一碗五块钱的炒粉边走边吃,义无反顾地冲进北方的冰天雪地,去挤地铁之前,别着急,先看看16岁的自己致30岁的自己的一封信吧。不知道你有没有一种感觉,时间流逝飞快,超过以往任何时候。16岁的夏天,汽水、电影、游泳、武侠小说、疾驰在公路上的自行车……日子仿佛没完没了,窗外聒噪不停的蝉鸣穿插进每一个午后凉席上的梦里。总有一群人陪在身边,或嬉笑怒 Before you take the coat flew out, called a bowl of five dollars in the street stall on the fry while eating, irresistible rush into the ice and snow in the north, to squeeze the subway, do not worry, take a look at the 16-year-old himself Let me be a 30-year-old own letter. Do not know if you have a feeling that time flies faster than ever before. 16-year-old summer, soft drinks, movies, swimming, martial arts novels, bicycles galloping on the road ... ... days seem endless, noisy cicadas outside the window interspersed into the dream every afternoon mat. There is always a group of people to accompany, or laugh and fury