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随着年龄渐渐的增长，是不是我们都会慢慢的喜欢花，喜欢浪漫的话，喜欢深情的拥抱，喜欢一切细碎的仪式感。

With the gradual growth of age, we will not slowly like flowers, like romantic words, like affectionate hugs, like all the fine rituals.

小时候我们都可以不甚在意形象，那怕是在自己喜欢的人面前，也要表现得洒脱随意，能弄哭自己喜欢的人，才会觉得是一件值得骄傲的事。长大以后的我们，会在意自己的形象，更会在意在自己喜欢的人面前的形象，头油一点，都会觉得丢脸。渐渐的觉得惹哭自己喜欢的女孩是自己没用，不再是什么可以值得炫耀的事。

可能这就是成长吧，以前只想引起你的注意，那叫幼稚；后来只想顾虑你的感受，那叫成熟。

When we are young, we can not care much about the image, even in front of the person we like, but also to be free and easy and casual, to be able to make the person we like cry, we will feel that it is a thing to be proud of.

When we grow up, we will not only care about our own image, but also care about the image in front of the people we like. If we are greasy, we will feel humiliated. Gradually feel that it is useless to make the girl you like to cry, and it is no longer something worth showing off.

Maybe this is growing up, before just want to attract your attention, that is childish; later just want to worry about your feelings, that is called mature.

春天很好，有晴朗的天，有洁白的云，有柔顺的风。

更好的是，吃着云一样的棉花糖，含着蜜一样的糖葫芦，想着花一样的你……

Spring is very good, there are sunny days, there are white clouds, there is a gentle wind.

Even better, eating marshmallows like clouds, Tomatoes on sticks with honey, thinking of you like flowers.

我们都在换着不同的轨道，尝试做着不同的自己，却发现相同的弱点，都是改不掉的懒惰。

We are all changing different tracks, trying to be different ourselves, only to find the same weakness, which is indelible laziness.

其实人生不需要那么多的规划，繁琐的规划只会成为束缚，走一步看一步，我更喜欢乘兴而来，尽兴而归的潇洒。

因为我始终相信，我会是日落前弥漫的彩霞，夜空中透亮的星。总会有一片自己的天，早晚而已。

In fact, life does not need so much planning, tedious planning will only become a constraint, take a look at it step by step, I prefer to take advantage of fun, enjoy and return unrestrained.

Because I always believe that I will be the rosy clouds before sunset and the bright stars in the night sky. There will always be a day of its own, sooner or later.

风会说着吹动了山岗的大话，你也会说着永远的谎言，却没有在意，风吹过山岗，会林海摇曳，你说完的谎言，会让人心动又心痛。

所以风吹散了云，不是风动，而是云在心痛。

The wind will talk about the lies that have moved the hills, and you will always lie, but you don't care. The wind blows through the hills, the forest and the sea will sway, and the lies you finish will make people moved and heartache.

So the wind dispersed the clouds, not the wind, but the clouds in heartache.