我们也摘水仙花；五个花季后，我对水仙花茎里的液体产生过敏，接触到它皮肤就会长水泡。
We also picked daffodils; after about five seasons I developed an allergy to the liquid in the stems and my skin would blister on contact with it.
时间在我的身上留下的事情让我无法释怀，在童年里享受那无忧的快乐，在花季雨季的年代留下了酸楚的泪水， 拥有那自信的微笑。傻傻的。
At the time I left the things that I cannot get in childhood, enjoy the happiness of carefree in the rainy season, leaving the stricken with tears of sadness, the confidence smile.
听了这个令人瞠目结舌的事件，当时我震惊了，真没想到这样一个花季少年，竟有如此的想法- - - - - - -用跳楼来结束自己的生命。
After listening to this shocking incident, I was shocked, I did not expect such a young boy, so there — with the idea of jumping off a building to end their lives.
自从孩子们步入花季妙龄，他们对恋人的苦苦寻觅经常让我这个母亲彻夜难眠。
Since they have reached their teens, however, their often painful searches for that special someone have left me sleepless many a night.
我当时就意识到，尽管她仍然处在花季之年，她已经尝尽了人生的悲欢离合，一种可能穷我一生都无法完全体验到的滋味。
And I knew that, for all her tender years, she had learned more about loss than I would likely understand in a lifetime.
晚风拂过我的脸庞，一场错开的花季，埋首烟波，似水流年。我将手中画笔散落，乱了晴天里的阴霾，终是成了剪影。
The breeze blowing over my face, a staggered season at the Youth passes as a fleeting wave… I will be in the hands of the brush scattered, chaotic weather in the haze, the end is a silhouette.
我亲爱的朋友们，因为有你们，使我花季年华中无数难以排遣的日子化为青春最美好的归宿，是你们成为了我青春岁月里最美的骄傲。
Because of you, my dear friends, make my youth the years countless days of hard to send into the youth the best end-result, you became the pride of the most beautiful in my youth.
我也并没有恋爱和喜欢的实际概念，虽然正值花季。
Actually I had no clear idea what was different between love and likeness.
当青春的钟扣响十六岁的花季，我迎来了我的高中。
Buckle ring a bell when the young sixteen year-old young, I ushered in my high school.
那一天，天空中编织着雨丝，绵绵的细雨悄悄地送给你17岁的花季，我漫步雨丝中，欣喜地观赏着17支蜡烛的燃起。
On that day, the heaven was quietly knitting a drizzle, to present you on your 17th flower season. I was wondering in it, happily beheld the lighting up of the 17 candles.
那一天，天空中编织着雨丝，绵绵的细雨悄悄地送给你17岁的花季，我漫步雨丝中，欣喜地观赏着17支蜡烛的燃起。
On that day, the heaven was quietly knitting a drizzle, to present you on your 17th flower season. I was wondering in it, happily beheld the lighting up of the 17 candles.
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