阳光透过树叶的缝隙，洒下斑驳的光影，令人迷醉恍惚。然而被一朵乌云遮挡之后，光影不见了，人们像是做了一场梦，记忆似有似无。经时间的一往无前，不断刷新，最后，仅剩的似有似无也没有了。
The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling mottled light and shadow, which is fascinating. However, after being blocked by a dark cloud, the light and shadow disappeared. People seemed to have a dream, and the memory seemed to have nothing. Time goes forward, constantly refreshing the memory, and finally, only the remaining seems to be nothing.
人是怎样长大的呢？忽然有一天有人管你叫阿姨了，忽然有一天又有人管你叫婶婶了，忽然有一天，当有人管你叫奶奶了。……时间无情，我们还来不及反应，就被迫长大。
How do people grow up? Suddenly one day someone called you aunt, and suddenly one day someone called you aunt, and suddenly one day, when someone called you grandmother, time is ruthless, we have no time to react, we are forced to grow up.
之前朋友吐槽说，遇到一个大男孩称呼她为阿姨，这让刚毕业的她有些苦笑不得，想怼回去，但看到对方眼里的恳切又作罢了。搞笑的现实里全是真实。
Before the friend spit out, she met a big boy who called her aunt, which made her a little bitter when she graduated. She wanted to go back, but she saw the enthusiasm in the eyes of the other party. Funny reality is full of truth.
母亲说我出生的那天天气稍温和，她正准备和父亲出门办年货时，突然肚子阵痛，我像个不速之客，不请自来了。母亲说时神情透着回忆，然而那一天于我就如同一个谣言。这个世界在我之前就已经存在了，而有了我之后在我听来全是传说。
My mother said that the weather was a little mild on the day I was born. When she was preparing to go out with her father to do new years goods, she suddenly had a stomachache.
I was like an uninvited guest, uninvited. My mothers expression was full of memories, but that day was like a rumor to me. The world existed before me, and after me it sounded like a legend to me.
时间迷恋我已久，我虽自以为是的这么认为，但也许未来的三十岁，四十岁，五十岁乃至以后，我可能会清晰地记得某一节点的事情，而那一路的琐碎，一定像大梦初醒时，记忆里全是似有似无的情节。
Time has been obsessed with me for a long time, I think so. In the next 30 years, 40 years, 50 years or even after, I may clearly remember a certain nodes things, but that all the way trivial, must be like a big dream when the first wake up, the memory is full of seemingly nothing plot.
那些年的我们，常说些不着调的话，常做些不着调的事，常唱些不着调的歌
In those years, we often said things that were not in tune, often did things that were not in tune, and often sang songs that were not in tune .
时间像极了一个清道夫，扫去了我们许多记忆。往事回忆起来，恍若大梦一场。
Time is like a scavenger, sweeping away many of our memories. Recalling the past, it is like a big dream.
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