今天的联欢会，无疑清清楚楚的告诉我，2012 真的要过去了，2013 已经近在眼前。
还清晰的记得三年前的那个跨年，在看完文艺汇演后去 KTV 尽兴归来，两年前的新年，那个让我们经历离别的一年，是在讨论和祝福中到来，一年前的那天，是听完查查的歌声后，静静地等待新年的钟声，转眼一年又一年，世界末日年也要流逝了。
下午的狂欢，真的有点意犹未尽的感觉，大家都很尽力的表演，感谢让我开场，结束，感谢你们的歌声，相声，小品，街舞，还有我最喜欢的配乐演唱……感谢所有人付出的一切，当然还要感谢蛋蛋陪我跑上跑下，让我度过了一个难忘的下午。
只是，狂欢之后的静谧总是让人伤感。今天牛大神问我唱最后一首时为什么会笑，因为我看到了查查，那个当了我一年班主任，一直支持我的人。其实，那一瞬间，我挺快乐的，因为好像回到了半年前。但随即，又有一种物是人非的感觉。的确，我们已经不是 25 班了，就像那个 2008 到 2011 的四十五中五班一样，在一场考试后，散了～后来，在 23 班，他唱了歌，就像一年前一样。但是他说：作业还没布置。的确，我已经不属于他们班，虽然那里有熟悉的人和事。那种失落感，就像上次春哥上完课时，同桌问的那句，这会不会是我们听的他的最后一堂课的感觉一样。
早上肆虐的雪已不在空中飞舞，但它的寒冷还未散去。我望着那已经成冰的雪，陷入沉思。
我的 2012 真的是丰富多彩。有过失落有过彷徨，有过惊喜，有过快乐。这一年最大的事，莫过于高一结束分班，从 25 到了 21。与原来的同学分离，有遇见了一帮神兽。大家一起奋斗，把班级建立的红红火火。徐老师真的很好，有时不禁让我想到娟姐。在 21 的日子里，因为每天特二的对话，也快快乐乐。只是有时会彷徨。
至今还怀念初中那段时光，每天和基友一起打闹，互掐，上学，听茂侠的单口相声看日落，为了一场 NBA 而争辩的面红而赤。只是，一切都回不去了，至于未来，它的未知也会让我害怕。
今天下午，牛泽昊说他希望一次蜕变。也许我也需要吧，的确，是时候成长了。
谨 纪念我的 2012 年 我的十六岁
Today's year-end party told me plainly and unmistakably that 2012 really is ending, and 2013 is already right there.
I still remember clearly the New Year three years ago, coming back from KTV after the school performance, thoroughly happy. And the New Year two years ago — the year that put us through goodbyes — which arrived amid discussion and well-wishes. And this day a year ago, waiting quietly for the midnight bell after hearing Cha Cha sing. One year turns into the next, and now even the year the world was supposed to end is slipping away.
The revelry this afternoon left me wanting more. Everyone performed with everything they had. Thank you for letting me open and close it; thank you for the singing, the crosstalk, the sketches, the street dance, and my favorite, the songs with live accompaniment. Thank you to everyone for everything you put in — and thanks to Dandan for running up and down with me and making it an afternoon I won't forget.
But the quiet after the revelry always makes me sad. Today Master Niu asked why I was smiling during the last song. It was because I saw Cha Cha — the man who was my homeroom teacher for a year and has always backed me. In that instant I really was happy, because it felt like being back six months ago. And then, right after, came the feeling that the scene is the same but the people aren't. It's true: we're not Class 25 anymore, just like Class 5 at No. 45 Middle School from 2008 to 2011 — after one exam, we scattered. Later, in Class 23, he sang, exactly like a year ago. But then he said: I haven't assigned the homework yet. Right — I don't belong to their class, even if the people and the things there are familiar. That sense of loss is like what my deskmate asked after Brother Chun's last lesson: could that have been the last class of his we'll ever sit in?
The snow that raged this morning is no longer swirling in the air, but its cold hasn't lifted. I look at the snow that's turned to ice and sink into thought.
My 2012 really was full of color. There was loss and there was drifting, there were surprises and there was joy. The biggest thing this year was the reshuffle at the end of the first year of high school — from Class 25 to Class 21. Separated from my old classmates, I met a pack of wild creatures. We worked hard together and built the class into something lively. Teacher Xu is genuinely good; sometimes she reminds me of Sister Juan. The days in Class 21 were happy, thanks to the ridiculous conversations we had every day. Though sometimes I drift.
I still miss those middle-school days: messing around with my best friends every day, needling each other, going to school, listening to Mao Xia's standup while watching the sunset, arguing red-faced over an NBA game. But none of it can be gone back to. And as for the future, not knowing scares me too.
This afternoon Niu Zehao said he wants to go through a transformation. Maybe I need one as well. It really is time to grow up.
In memory of my 2012, my sixteenth year.