歲月生香，默然安好(中英文版)

陌上風輕，沿著時光的脈絡，采一縷陽光，握一朵芬芳，於歲月深處的記憶里，輕輕安放一徑流年的花香。俗世的禪香簡靜而清涼，水月的舞漫過一展清柔，眉間的清澈，深情，夢一般輕輕劃過流年。

Strangeness is light, along the thread of time, picking a ray of sunshine, holding a fragrance, in the memory of the deep years, gently placed a trail of flowers. The zen of the earthly world is simple and cool, the dance of the water moon is clear and soft, the eyes are clear and deep.

茂盛的季節，卻也有著輕盈踏香的風情。一城秀色里，朵朵迎風而笑的嫣然，猶如少女般躲藏著的嬌羞，山水之間美輪美奐的畫面淋漓盡現。一點輕雲飄過，便覺像是入了仙境的婀娜。

Luxuriant season, but also have the amorous feelings of lightsome tread. In a city of beauty, the smiling face of the wind and smile, like a young girl hiding in the shy, beautiful scenery between the beautiful scenes of the scene. A light cloud floated past, and it felt like the curvaceous of fairyland.

一寸方箋，筆墨卻流到千里之外。一段銘心，停留在光陰的巷口，等風來，等雨中，等那個嫣然的回眸和深情的凝望。歲月慈悲，送過一樹花開的明媚；紅塵滾滾，繁華落盡，一路且行，走過一段無奈和秋涼。

One inch of paper, ink and ink flow thousands of miles away. A section of the heart, stay in the time of the lane, waiting for the wind, waiting in the rain, waiting for that smiling back and deep feeling. The years have been merciful, and have sent a beautiful tree; Red dust billows, prosperous fall, all the way and line, pass a period of helplessness and autumn cool.

紅塵從來不缺柔情，而多了，又怕是要惹下一身感傷。若說柔情，莫過於水，涓涓綿綿的，總是讓人生出一絲楚楚憐意。而卻真心喜歡那份素淡，隨形隨意，亦載亦榮，一身純凈。

The red dust never lacks tenderness, and many, also afraid is to provoke a feeling. If you say tender feelings, no more than water, a trickle, always let the life a little bit of pity. But I really like the plain, casual, and also a pure.

歲月深深，心底的光陰卻是淺的。晨曦的陽光，透過窗戶一直照到心裡的相思。尋夢的清風或許不該來此，修行的人，總是在匆匆的路上，輕盈的微笑里，正是那個從心底走出的少年。

The years are deep, the time of the heart is shallow. The morning sun, through the window to the heart of the lovesickness. The qingfeng of the dream may not come here, the man of practice, always on the road, the light smile, it is that from the heart of the youth.

人生的風雨，滄桑了塵世煙火；一杯淡茶，沉澱著年輪滾過溫良。陌上清幽，山野的風漫漫而過。光陰的曼妙就是守著心底的暖，生命里的遇見，並沒有那麼多的恰好，相伴不在長久，一份靈犀間的懂得，便是塵間最好的心緣。

The wind and rain of life, the vicissitudes of the world fireworks; A cup of weak tea precipitates the annual roll over the temperature. The wind of the wild is long. The beauty of time is to keep the warmth of the heart, the encounter in life, not so much happens, the company is not long, a understanding of the understanding, is the best heart of the dust.

總有一份情不能相守，只在心裡朝朝暮暮；總有一種緣，擦肩即散，只在夢中離合悲歡。距離無所謂遙遠，只要一顆相知的心。人間情莫過如此，一份無言，柔柔心語便醉了一紙花箋。

There is always a feeling that cannot be guarded, only in the heart of the twilight; There is always a kind of edge, wipe the shoulder is scattered, only in the dream and the sad. Distance does not matter far away, as long as a knowing heart. The world is not like this, a silent, soft heart is drunk a paper.

誰的心曾經裝著誰的眸？誰的心又不會被別人駐足？月有陰晴圓缺，人有悲歡離合，淺了，人心會淡；遠了，人心會變。世上情真的是難以言說。

Whose heart had whose eyes once held? Whose heart will not be stopped by others? The month has rain or shine round missing, people have the joys and sorrows, shallow, the heart will be weak; Far away, the heart will change. The world is really hard to say.

天長生暖，日久彌香，一份至美的柔軟，輕守塵緣的淡泊，許以歲月的溫度，安坐簡單的幸福。心陌之中，且以山水入心，不驚不擾，清風揚柳，一襲歲月纏繞……

The sun is warm, the sun is long, a beautiful soft, light to cling to the dust of the indifferent, the temperature of the years, sitting simple happiness. In the heart, and with the mountains and rivers in the heart, not to panic, the breeze willow, a time winding...

守著光陰的禪，依著清清的蓮意，傾聽花開的聲音。一紙文字里落下輕輕的念，那份虔誠，便妥帖了一顆世俗的心。靈魂里落著安然，心靈亦不會生出落寞。淡淡的煙火里，一段歲月，便順著時光的青雨，流出一份寧靜的安詳。

The zen of the time, according to the qingqing lotus, listening to the sound of flowers. A piece of writing fell softly, that piety, then a secular heart. There is peace in the soul, but not in the soul. In the light of the fireworks, a period of time, along the time of the blue rain, out of a quiet peace.

塵緣的花，開了又落，此去已是經年。或有月影暗香，卻已薄透秋寒。千般柔情，皆在一笑間。風雨漫長，每一個日子都曾寫滿靈魂的暖，落花無數，默於一葉靜好，一輪溫雨，終又落在了詩意的秋天。

The flowers of the dust, open and fall, this is the year. Or the shadow of a moonlight shadow, but already thin through autumn cold. A thousand tenderness, all in a smile. The wind and rain have been long, every day has written the warmth of the soul, the flowers are countless, mo yu is quiet, a warm rain, finally fall in the poetic autumn.