I don't like them, so deep to sing "one hundred years of solitude". Any book in my here, it is a mirror, led his own at the same time, also means we used to ignore the fact that. I'm thinking, their fate of sorrow. They were so hard perseverance and luster, but there is a so ridiculous and boring life. I had a fear, and fear of my life, to protect my parents, my on the material to meet them, in the spiritual support them.

I also deeply realized that a reality. A person, when there is love and ideals, there will be a lonely. The more we love, more lonely.

Then, this day, for me, although it is the only one year, but it will not perfect. "One hundred years of solitude" boone diaz family each person, they all of life is decided by childhood, a scene in a moment, it has affected their rich and long life. Walked to the end, I could have, but also is the scene of the moment, just at that moment, have without any emotion, as if, the moment has been at his side, and he was the one who has been lost.

I hope I can don't like them, in the process of life, committed to the initial imperfection, has been lost.

Open the heart, embrace the world of good, be a doomed not to complete, but happy people.

This is the birthday of speech. Not happy birthday to myself, but I wish yourself open-minded contentment.

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我无法像他们一样，那么深切的去歌颂《百年孤独》。任何一本书，在我这里，就是一面镜子，照见自己的同时，也照见了我们习惯漠视不见的事实。我在想，那些人他们悲戚的命运。他们曾经那么努力执着、那么夺目，却有一个那么荒诞和无聊的晚年。我由此又产生了害怕，怕我有生之年，来不及真真切切的保护我的父母，在物质上满足他们，在精神上支撑他们。

我也深深的了解到一个现实。一个人，在有了爱和理想的时候，就有了孤独。我们愈爱，便愈发孤独。

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那么，今天这个日子，于我，虽然是一年中的唯一，但终归不会圆满。《百年孤独》的布恩迪亚家族的每一个人，他们的人生全部由童年决定，某一幕某一瞬间，就已经影响到了他们这丰富而漫长的一生。走到最后，能忆起来的，也不过是那一瞬间的景象，只不过那一刻，已不带任何情感，就好像，那一刻一直跟在他身边，而他，才是一直迷失的人。

我希望我能不像他们一样，在生命的进程中，执着于最初的不圆满，一直迷失下去。

打开那颗心，拥抱这世间的好，做个注定不圆满，却满足幸福的人。

这就是生日的感言吧。不祝自己生日快乐，却祝自己豁达知足。