三十一而立，人生半场，感悟无限。岁月如歌，弹指间，我们已行至人生中途。回首过往，感慨万千，不禁让人深思：这半生，我们究竟收获了什么？

At the age of thirty-one, we stand firm, halfway through life, with boundless insights. Years flow like a song, and in the blink of an eye, we have reached the midpoint of our lives. Looking back, we are filled with myriad emotions, prompting us to ponder deeply: What have we truly gained in these half a lifetime?

1. 忽然读懂了父母眼角的沟壑，原来三十岁的月光会自带放大镜，把每个角色都照得纤毫毕现。

1. Suddenly understood the grooves at the corners of my parents' eyes; it turns out that the moonlight at thirty brings its own magnifying glass, revealing each character in fine detail.

2. 衣柜里挂着褪色的冒险，梳妆台上摆着未拆封的安定，三十岁的清晨总在西装与球鞋间悬停。

2. The wardrobe hangs with faded adventures, the dressing table displays unopened tranquility, and the early mornings of thirty always hover between suits and sneakers.

3. 站在而立之年的站台回望，那些曾经以为的终点线，不过是命运递来的换乘票根。

3. Standing at the station of my mature years, looking back, those once thought-to-be finishing lines are merely the transfer tickets handed over by fate.

4. 终于明白人生不是马拉松而是旷野徒步，三十岁这年卸下所有里程表，让脚印在荒原开出自由的花。

4. Finally realize that life is not a marathon but a wilderness hike; this year at thirty, take off all the mileage counters, let the footprints bloom freely in the wilderness.

5. 朋友圈开始刷屏婚礼与满月照的年纪，我正把人生重新排版成未完待续的诗集。

5. I am at the age when the WeChat Moments are flooded with wedding and full-moon photos, as I am rearranging my life into a unfinished poem collection.

6. 三十岁的风掠过人生沙漏，一半飞扬着未褪的炽热，一半沉淀着初显的清醒。

6. At the age of thirty, the wind of life sweeps through the hourglass, with half of it fluttering with the unquenched passion and the other half settling with the emerging clarity.

7. 眼角细纹里藏着二十九次花开的故事，掌心纹路却开始描摹三十岁后沉默的山脉走向。

7. The fine lines at the corners of the eyes hide the stories of twenty-nine flowers blooming, while the lines on the palm begin to sketch the silent path of the mountains after the age of thirty.

8. 曾经举杯敬自由的少年，如今学会了与责任碰杯时不让理想碎在杯底。

8. The youth who once raised a cup to toast freedom has now learned not to let ideals shatter at the bottom of the cup when clinking glasses with responsibility.

9. 三十岁的孤独是场无声的暴雪——吹散了青春期的喧嚣，显露出生命最初的骨骼。

9. Thirty-year-old loneliness is a silent blizzard — it blows away the clamor of adolescence, revealing the initial bones of life.