在成長(zhǎng)的過(guò)程中，我們快樂(lè)過(guò)，也煩惱過(guò)，想快樂(lè)很容易，煩惱只不過(guò)是一念之間，可我們?nèi)匀缓茈y擺脫煩惱的糾葛。我們的生活確實(shí)充滿了七色陽(yáng)光，然而，即便是在陽(yáng)光普照的時(shí)候，也難免出現(xiàn)短暫的陰云。

In the process of growing up, we have been happy and worried. It's easy to be happy. Worry is just a thought, but we still have a hard time getting rid of the trouble. Our life is indeed full of seven colors of sunshine, however, even when the sun is shining, it is inevitable that there will be a short period of overcast clouds.

小時(shí)侯，春夏秋冬各有韻味。春暖花開(kāi)時(shí)，能看見(jiàn)我在廣場(chǎng)上放風(fēng)箏時(shí)流下的快樂(lè)的汗水；夏立蟬鳴時(shí)，能看見(jiàn)我在游泳時(shí)身旁濺起的繽紛的水花；秋楓飛落時(shí)，能在鋪滿紅楓的小路上瞧見(jiàn)我蹦跳的身影；冬風(fēng)呼嘯時(shí)，能在花園里瞧見(jiàn)我臉上愉快的微笑。四周都灑下了冬日暖暖的陽(yáng)光。

When I was a child, spring, summer, autumn and winter had their own charm. When the spring flowers bloom, you can see the happy sweat when I fly a kite in the square; when the cicadas sing in summer, you can see the colorful water splashed by me when I swim; when the autumn maple flies down, you can see my dancing figure on the path covered with red maple; when the winter wind blows, you can see my happy smile in the garden. The warm sunshine in winter is all around.

隨著時(shí)間的飛逝，我漸漸長(zhǎng)大了，四季還是一樣的顏色，卻沒(méi)有了昔日的韻味，好像都是一個(gè)樣，每天仿佛都在做同一件事——起床、上學(xué)、睡覺(jué)。

As time flies, I grow up. The four seasons are the same color, but they have no charm of the past. They seem to be the same. They seem to do the same thing every day - get up, go to school and go to bed.

周末，不再屬于自己，各類(lèi)補(bǔ)習(xí)班緊跟在后面。生活中，少了一些歡笑，少了一些快樂(lè)，多了一些煩惱，多了一些惆悵。

Weekend, no longer belong to themselves, all kinds of cram schools follow closely. In life, less laughter, less happiness, more worry and more melancholy.

當(dāng)春暖花開(kāi)時(shí)，不再有時(shí)間去欣賞，看到滿天的風(fēng)箏，有種莫名其妙的悲傷，我背著沉甸甸的書(shū)包走在上學(xué)的路上；在夏立蟬鳴時(shí)，悶熱的空氣布滿了整個(gè)天空，汗水代替眼淚不斷流下，在炎熱的夏日季，我快要窒息，游泳池里的歡笑仿佛只是一個(gè)夢(mèng)境，有時(shí)覺(jué)得蟬的嘶鳴也是一種嘲笑；秋楓飛落時(shí)，沒(méi)有了腳踩在楓葉上清脆的聲響，小路上靜靜的，偶爾風(fēng)扶過(guò)，讓我覺(jué)得也許清脆的聲響只是天馬行空的想象；冬風(fēng)呼嘯時(shí)，沒(méi)有了暖暖的陽(yáng)光，只有陰沉的天空和刺骨的寒風(fēng)，窗外光禿禿的樹(shù)枝像老巫婆長(zhǎng)長(zhǎng)的手，我只能放下書(shū)包，在題海中苦苦掙扎，下雨了，是誰(shuí)在哭泣呢？

When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, I no longer have time to enjoy them. When I see a kite full of sky, there is a kind of inexplicable sadness. I am walking on the way to school with a heavy bag on my back. When cicadas are singing in summer, the hot air is full of the whole sky. Sweat instead of tears is constantly flowing down. In the hot summer season, I am about to suffocate. The laughter in the swimming pool seems to be just a dream. Sometimes I feel that The hissing of cicadas is also a kind of ridicule; when the autumn maple flies down, there is no clear sound of stepping on the maple leaf, the path is quiet, and occasionally the wind supports it, which makes me think that maybe the clear sound is just the imagination of the sky and the sky; when the winter wind roars, there is no warm sunshine, only the gloomy sky and the piercing cold wind, the bare branches outside the window are like the long hands of the old witch, I can only put them Under the schoolbag, in the sea of topics struggling, rain, who is crying?

只有夢(mèng)般的快樂(lè)能給我溫暖，多想讓這種快樂(lè)持續(xù)下去，丟掉煩惱，向自由飛翔……

Only dream like happiness can give me warmth. I want to keep this kind of happiness, lose my troubles and fly to freedom