1.将一份美丽婉约成风景，芬芳明媚且安恬的时
光，浅笑于岁月之巅，静静放牧心灵，即使找不到
来时的路，仍愿以一袭执念，追赶那份最原始的
纯真。岁月静好，痛苦抑或忧伤，都是一种成长。
期待有一天，回眸处，能拾回那个遗失的梦。
To make a beautiful and graceful landscape,
fragrant and beautiful and peaceful.
Light, shallow smile at the top of the years,
quietly graze the heart, even if can not find.
The road that came, still willing to take an
attack, chasing the most primitive.
Innocence. Time is good, pain or sadness, is a
kind of growth.
Look forward to one day, looking back, can pick
up that lost dream.
2.如花美眷，似水流年。终究看不穿思念，泛滥成
灾如水绵绵。眼泪里的柔情缱绻，在断裂的文字
里灰飞烟灭。过往云烟，苍苍如雾消失在眼前，没
有太多留恋，没有太多诀别，一行行眼泪的落下
的瞬间，终湿透了写满思念的信笺，雁字回时路
边，带上我深深地爱恋，落在你的枕边，伴你入
眠。
Like a flower, like a year. After all, miss, overflow.
The plague is like water. The tender feelings in
tears, in the broken text.
The smoke went out. In the past, clouds and
clouds disappear before our eyes.
There is too much nostalgia, not too many
farewells, a line of tears falling.
The moment, finally soaked through the writing
of the missing letter, the wild goose word back.
Side, take me deep love, fall on your pillow,
accompany you to enter to sleep.
3.把心灵打开，让一窗子的阳光住进来，暖暖的午
后，携一缕暖风，茗一杯清茶，读一卷诗书，画一
幅窗外的雪景图，轻吟文字的墨香，就这么陶醉
在文字的世界，心静，温暖，无欲无念，尘世的喧
嚣再也听不见，悠然的时光里，我沉淀着宁和
静中所蕴含的深度。
Open the heart, let a window of sunlight come
in, warm noon.
After, with a wisp of warm breeze, a cup of tea,
read a volume of poetry, draw one.
The snowy scene outside the window, the ink of
the words, so intoxicated.
In the words of the world, quiet, warm, without
desire, the world of small.
You can't hear me anymore. I'm settling down in
the quiet time.
The depth of stillness.
4.独处时，我爱泡一杯清茶，一片片盈绿，舞动翩
翩，茗香阵阵，享受顷刻的慵懒。心，静如镜，悠
然自得。轻晃茶杯，茶叶时而簇拥，忽而四散，浮
沉不定。缓缓啜饮，清雅淡致的苦涩在舌间荡漾
开来，润泽心田。茶是大自然的结晶，品茶是灵与
美的契合，心与智的探讨，静与空的悟会。
When I am alone, I love to make a cup of tea.
The imagination, the fragrance of tea, enjoy an
instant lethargy. The heart is still like a mirror.
But complacent. The teacup, the tea is
sometimes crowded, and scattered, floating.
Sink. Slowly sipping, the taste of the mild
bitterness between the tongue ripples.
Come on, moisten the heart. Tea is the
crystallization of nature, tea is the spirit and
the harmony of beauty, the discussion of heart
and wisdom, the realization of silence and
emptiness.
5.昔日的旋律，依然敲打心灵的柔软，汩汩流淌的
思念，借谁的目光话昨日笑靥如花，一条街一条
街的走过，暮然回首，灯火阑珊处，唯有那一盏灯
的光芒，不见谁的谁来谁往！
The melody of the past, still beating heart soft,
gurgling flow.
Missing, by whose eyes the smile of yesterday,
a street.
The street passed, and suddenly, the lights were
dim, only the lamp.
The light of the light, no one who comes to who!
