素笔描青花，淡淡的悲伤。双眸望蓝天，浅浅的忧郁。
Brushing blue and white with a simple pen, a faint sadness. Looking at the blue sky with eyes, a shallow melancholy.
雨，朦朦胧胧，冷冷清清，宛如跌入凡尘的精灵，轻歌曼舞，却又缥缈无着，可望而不可及，可远观而不可亵玩焉。
Rain, hazy and desolate, like an elf falling into the mortal world, singing and dancing lightly, yet elusive and unattainable. It can be seen from afar but not played with.
风声细软，雨色绵长。
The wind is soft and gentle, and the rain is long-lasting.
沏一壶热茶，静默，看着一片又一片叶子在袅绕的烟雾中慢慢舒展婀娜的身姿，看着一片又一片茶叶在水波的柔情中慢慢晕染青涩的色彩，轻嗅淡淡的茶香，轻抿，回味舌尖上晕开的淡淡苦味，思绪却随着这优美的旋律，愈来愈密。唇齿留香的怀恋，永存。
Brewing a pot of hot tea, in silence, watching one leaf after another slowly stretch their graceful posture in the swirling smoke, watching one tea leaf after another slowly blend with the green color in the tenderness of the water waves, lightly smelling the faint tea aroma, sipping it, savoring the faint bitterness on the tip of the tongue, but my thoughts become denser with this beautiful melody. The lingering nostalgia on the lips and teeth will last forever.
捧起一卷泛黄的诗集，诵其情，明其意，念，清寂里幽居的旖旎，氤氲里仙境的缤纷。泪，在无形之中形成，又在无形之中滑落，浸湿了书卷，温暖了心扉。
Picking up a yellowed poetry collection, reciting its emotions, understanding its meaning, reciting the beauty of secluded living in tranquility, and the colorful fairyland in the mist. Tears form invisibly and slide down invisibly, soaking the book and warming the heart.
人间四月，花香荡然。一抹嫣然，在春光中浅笑；一缕春风，在两岸中吹绿；一泓清水，在江南中流转。
In April on earth, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere. A touch of beauty, smiling lightly in the spring sunshine; A wisp of spring breeze blows green on both sides of the strait; A clear stream of water flows through Jiangnan.
雨后的春季，岁月是温馨惬意的色彩。走进自然，万物复苏，满园的生物展现独有的生机，宣告春天的主权，草儿青青吐露着欢快的气息，鸟儿勃勃歌唱着轻柔的歌曲，各式花儿竞相开放，朵朵嫣红缀满树梢，一江春水唤醒了柳色青翠，柔嫩的枝条如发丝般轻垂，微风轻拂，随风轻摆……春色怡人，风光无限，一幅水墨丹青在色彩的跳跃碰撞在挥毫写意。
Spring after rain, time is a warm and pleasant color. Entering nature, all things come back to life, and the creatures in the garden display their unique vitality, declaring the sovereignty of spring. The green grass exudes a joyful atmosphere, the birds sing soft songs with vigor, and various flowers compete to bloom, with bright red flowers adorning the treetops. A river of spring water awakens the willows, with tender branches hanging down like hair, and a gentle breeze swaying with the wind; … The spring scenery is pleasant, the scenery is infinite, and a painting of ink, red, and blue colors jumps and collides with each other in freehand brushwork.
独坐窗前，明月依旧，月光洋洋洒洒地从窗前滑落，如丝如绸，望着众星拱月之多的零星，细数星座，嘴角含笑。漆黑如墨的夜色，淡淡光晕的月色，陪伴着进入美好的梦乡，而结束一天梦幻的旅程。
Sitting alone in front of the window, the bright moon still shines brightly. The moonlight slides down from the window like silk, looking at the scattered stars surrounding the moon, counting the constellations, and smiling at the corners of my mouth. The pitch black night, with a faint halo of moonlight, accompanies us into a beautiful dreamland, ending a dreamy journey of the day.
岁月变更，那大自然的恩赐也悄然离我们而去。寻一方站立之席，与黛瓦白墙为邻，和车鸣人往为伴，尽情享受网络的乐趣。这里，有一种韵致，有一场盛大的静欢，有一种生活方式。
Time changes, and the gifts of nature quietly leave us. Find a standing seat, adjacent to the White Wall of Daiwa, accompanied by Che Naruto, and fully enjoy the fun of the internet. Here, there is a charm, a grand moment of tranquility, and a way of life.
时光，是指间易逝的流沙，是握不住的水色年华。来不及凝眸，所有浮华，都成不堪一剪的烟尘。时光能否如沙漏倒转，回到那最淳朴的生活？
Time refers to the fleeting sand and the fleeting water colored years that cannot be grasped. Without time to gaze, all the extravagance has turned into unbearable smoke and dust. Can time turn back like an hourglass and return to the most simple life?