春，自古以来就被文人墨客们视为生命力的象征。每一个春天都是新生命的开始。

Since ancient times, spring has been regarded as a symbol of vitality by the literati. Every spring is the beginning of a new life.

今年，暖冬刚刚过去，气温便趋然升高，春天只是现了一下她的倩影，便急匆匆的走开了，只留下一树枯黄叶子与青绿叶子的结合体在风中瑟瑟发抖。

This year, just after the warm winter, the temperature will rise. Spring just shows her beautiful shadow, and then hurries away, leaving only a combination of withered yellow leaves and green leaves shivering in the wind.

如同这急促的春天一样，我成长的足迹也与如此急促而匆忙，而留下的，是那些锋利的，刺伤别人也划破自己的棱角。

Just like this hasty spring, the footprints of my growth are so hasty and hurried. What I left behind are those sharp ones that stab others and cut their own corners.

暖冬以前，我是一个固执已见，一意孤行的孩子，我总是习惯封闭自已的内心，我不想让别人触及到我的最深处，我不相信任何人。我尽力在别人面前去假装微笑，但总是被心底那细小的刀口划得生疼……

Before warm winter, I was a stubborn and determined child. I always used to close my heart. I didn't want others to touch my deepest place. I didn't believe anyone. I try my best to pretend to smile in front of others, but I am always hurt by the small knife in my heart

青春期的叛逆可以在当时的我的身上得到充分的展现。我与父母吵，与老师吵，与同学吵……但在这种近乎歇斯底里的发泄后，心灵的颓废却日益加重……

The rebellion of adolescence can be fully demonstrated in me at that time. I quarrel with my parents, teachers, classmates But after this almost hysterical vent, the decadence of the mind is increasing

当时的我，喜欢安妮的文字，喜欢小四的文章，喜欢绝望色。世界在我的眼中全部都是灰色的。我不喜欢那些大谈道理的书，我喜欢写忧伤晦暗的文字，我从不认为自己拥有快乐……

At that time, I liked Annie's writing, junior four's writing and desperation. The world is gray in my eyes. I don't like those books talking about truth. I like writing sad and gloomy words. I never think I have happiness

大年三十过了，到了该迎接春天的时候了。我又长大了一岁，我开始思考以前那种生活方式与人生观是否恰当。我渐渐的意识到，那只是年少的我在未对世界形成认识时盲目的赞同别人的意见罢了。每个人的生活阅历有不同，自然世界观也不一样。我开始回忆我的生活，我希望能从这点点滴滴的记忆中找出点什么来。我发现自己原来一只被笼罩在幸福之中。但我却一只不敢承认，我在逃避，我怕我承认后，换了生活方式后，我以前拥有的那些东西都会消失。

The new year's Eve is over. It's time to welcome spring. When I was a year older, I began to think about the appropriateness of my previous lifestyle and outlook on life. I gradually realized that it was only a blind approval of others' opinions when I was young and had not formed an understanding of the world. Everyone's life experience is different, and the natural world view is also different. I began to recall my life, I hope to find something from this little memory. I found myself in happiness. But I dare not admit it. I'm running away. I'm afraid that after I admit it and change my lifestyle, all the things I had before will disappear.

元宵节到了，又离春天更近了一步。广场上的烟花很美。看着周围的朋友一边拍照，一边讲笑话，一股暧流顿时注满全身。那一刻，我真正感受到了幸福的存在。心头的那扇阀门不在紧闭，以前那些黑色的潮水奔涌而出，流吧，流的越远越好，它们原本就不属与我。我应该开始我的新生活了。

When the Lantern Festival comes, it's a step closer to spring. The fireworks in the square are very beautiful. Looking at the friends around me taking photos and telling jokes, a warm current suddenly filled the whole body. At that moment, I really felt the existence of happiness. The valve in my heart is not tightly closed. Before those black tides rushed out. Let's flow. The farther the flow, the better. They were not originally with me. I should start my new life.

很多人都说，今年怎么没有春天，但是春天却被我找到了。在这个不寻常的春天里，我的心不再被束缚，我看到自己化茧成蝶，翩迁起舞。

Many people say that this year, there is no spring, but spring has been found by me. In this unusual spring, my heart is no longer bound. I see myself turning into a butterfly and dancing.