在心里画一幅四季的山水， 把时间的流逝演绎成平凡的烟火，让时间沉默，让流水沉默，我的世界依然美丽。
Draw a landscape of the four seasons in my heart, deduce thepassage of time into ordinary fireworks, let time silence, let thewater silence, my world is still beautiful.
流年自有其特定的规律， 无论你如何抗拒，都无法控制，不如让朵花开了， 粒种子发芽，让切回归原位。
Time has its own specific laws, no matter how you resist, can notcontrol, it is better to let a flower, a seed germination, let cutback to its original position.
时间温暖了岁月，凝视指尖，穿越时空记忆，无车而逃，触摸记忆的红色音符会让时光在桃花流水中流逝。
Time warms the years, gaze at the fingertips, through the memoryof time and space, no car and escape, touch the memory of the rednotes will let the time in the peach blossom flowing water.
无法形容流年的倒影，又有多少人放弃，又轻轻渗透进我的幻境。
Can not describe the reflection of time, and how many people giveup, and gently infiltrate into my fantasy.
飘带往往会把人扔掉，让樱桃变红，芭蕉变绿。去秋来的春天，岁月悄然流逝，花开花落，时光荏苒。
Streamers tend to throw people away and make cherries red andplantains green. In the spring after autumn, the years slip byquietly, the flowers bloom and fall, time flies.
依然感谢岁月带给我一教-季的美好，依然珍惜散落在过往岁月里的点点滴滴的回忆。
Still thank the years to bring me a teaching - season of good,still cherish scattered in the past years of little drops ofmemories.
花开花落，柳絮飞花凋谢。
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowers wither.
把一颗心放在转瞬即逝的时间里，静静地休息，受偷半天的乐趣。“岁肽深”，多少繁华化为青烟。
Put a heart in the fleeting time, quietly rest, by the pleasure ofstealing half a day. "Old peptide deep", how muchprosperity into smoke.
时间太短，所以很多事情都不一样。也许我们不能减轻生活的风，但我们可以让自己的心情平静下来。
Time is too short, so a lot of things are different. Maybe wecan lighten the wind of life, but we can calm our minds.
让生命之美在蓝天白云下驰骋，回归心灵的纯朴，在宁静中见真谛，在光明中知真理，在繁华处保持淡然。
Let the beauty of life gallop under the blue sky and white clouds,return to the simplicity of the mind, see the true meaning in thequiet, know the truth in the light, keep indifferent in theprosperous place.
在听风数雨的日子里，我通过研究素墨，画一幅对云和水的沉思，在宁静的岁月里体味时光的温暖和温暖。
In the days of listening to wind and rain, I draw a meditation onclouds and water by studying plain ink, and appreciate the warmth andwarmth of time in the quiet years.
