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我年轻时的生命如同一朵鲜花——当春天的微风登门求恳，她会从繁盛的花瓣中随意抛下几片，浑不觉花容清减。
如今到了青春的终点，我的生命仿如一枚果实，再没有余物可以虚掷，只待将满怀甜美全数奉献。
My life when young was like a flower—a flower that loosens a petal or two from her abundance and never feels the loss when the spring breeze comes to beg at her door.
Now at the end of youth my life is like a fruit, having nothing to spare, and waiting to offer herself completely with her full burden of sweetness.