The sea breeze does not come to the reply of the mountain, the birds are more but the scattered fall and wither, the rose did not meet the sea.

海風(fēng)吹不來(lái)山嶺的回信，飛鳥越不過(guò)物是人非的零落凋敗，玫瑰沒(méi)能遇見(jiàn)海。

The summer of that year came to an abrupt end at the moment of the wind, and the cicada song became more and more harsh. After the end of the summer, I could no longer hear the song sung by that young man.

那年的夏天在風(fēng)起的那一刻戛然而止，蟬鳴聲愈發(fā)的刺耳，仲夏的青澀落幕后，我再也聽(tīng)不到那個(gè)少年唱的歌了。

We bathe in the rain of history, face the sunrise of the new era, strive to grow, young people are evident and strong, the beam of China.

我們沐浴歷史的甘霖，迎向新時(shí)代的朝陽(yáng)，奮力成長(zhǎng)，青年昭昭而強(qiáng)，華夏赫赫之梁。

Love rises and falls, romantic till death do us part.

愛(ài)意東升西落，浪漫至死不渝。

"Look up, don't waste the moon."

“抬頭仰望，別浪費(fèi)了月亮.”

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

那些你孩提時(shí)曾特別向往的東西，等你真正得到時(shí)，似乎已經(jīng)遠(yuǎn)不是那么美好了。我開始意識(shí)到，成長(zhǎng)最糟糕的就是這一點(diǎn)。

I have never understood the extent to which it is possible to say that life is slow and that it is short. The days, of course, are long, but drag on, day after day, year after year, and finally confused into a piece. Each day has lost its name. To me, only words like "yesterday" and "tomorrow" have any meaning.

我一直不理解，在何種程度上，既可說(shuō)日子慢慢難挨，又可說(shuō)苦短無(wú)多。日子，過(guò)起來(lái)當(dāng)然就長(zhǎng)，但是拖拖拉拉，日復(fù)一日，年復(fù)一年，最后就混淆成了一片。每個(gè)日子都喪失了自己的名字。對(duì)我來(lái)說(shuō)，只有“昨天”與“明天”這樣的字，才具有一定的意義。