小时候，无论是自己还是别人过生日，我总是欢天喜天。可是长大了，我却不喜欢过生日。为什么？
When I was a child, whether it was my own birthday or someone else's birthday, I always had a good time. But growing up, I don't like birthday. Why?
去年3月17日，是我6岁生日，餐桌上，摆放着一个蛋糕，爸爸笑盈盈地对我说：“祝你生日快乐！”
On March 17 last year, it was my sixth birthday. There was a cake on the table. My father smiled and said to me, "Happy Birthday to you!"
我自己也是高兴得手舞足蹈。以前过生日我喜欢看爸爸的头发。今年过生日不久，我又看了看爸爸的头发，发现爸爸有十几根白头发，原来我长大了一岁，爸爸也就老了一岁。我当时对爸爸说：“我再也不喜欢过生日了！”
I'm dancing with joy myself. I used to like to see Dad's hair for my birthday. Not long after my birthday this year, I looked at my father's hair again and found that he had more than a dozen white hairs. It turned out that when I was one year old, my father was one year old. I said to my father, "I don't like birthdays anymore!"
