小時(shí)候，無論是自己還是別人過生日，我總是歡天喜天。可是長大了，我卻不喜歡過生日。為什么？

When I was a child, whether it was my own birthday or someone else's birthday, I always had a good time. But growing up, I don't like birthday. Why?

去年3月17日，是我6歲生日，餐桌上，擺放著一個(gè)蛋糕，爸爸笑盈盈地對我說：“祝你生日快樂！”

On March 17 last year, it was my sixth birthday. There was a cake on the table. My father smiled and said to me, "Happy Birthday to you!"

我自己也是高興得手舞足蹈。以前過生日我喜歡看爸爸的頭發(fā)。今年過生日不久，我又看了看爸爸的頭發(fā)，發(fā)現(xiàn)爸爸有十幾根白頭發(fā)，原來我長大了一歲，爸爸也就老了一歲。我當(dāng)時(shí)對爸爸說：“我再也不喜歡過生日了！”

I'm dancing with joy myself. I used to like to see Dad's hair for my birthday. Not long after my birthday this year, I looked at my father's hair again and found that he had more than a dozen white hairs. It turned out that when I was one year old, my father was one year old. I said to my father, "I don't like birthdays anymore!"