我的温柔超级贵，但对你免费。
My gentleness is super expensive, but it"s free for you.
想想看，人生本是风尘中的沧海桑田，时时刻刻都在经历着世态炎凉，熬成了一壶苦水。来到桥头终于明白，走过一程山峦还有一程水，走过一片红尘还有一段沧桑。用自己的砚墨和绘画。
Think about it, life is the vicissitudes of life in the dust, all the time in the experience of the world, boil into a pot of bitter water. When I came to the bridge, I finally understood that there was a journey of mountains and water, and there was a period of vicissitudes in the world of mortals. Use your own inkstone and painting.
鬼影，闪现出一丝思绪。一半模糊，一半清澈。文本上的几丝影子，隐隐写着忧伤的黄昏，跳跃着深秋的风雨。
Ghost, flash out a thread of thought. Half fuzzy, half clear. A few shadows in the text, vaguely writing the sad dusk, jumping the wind and rain of late autumn.
一片秋色从白云深处飘来，染红了那棵树的枫叶，轻抚着它的发梢。诗一般的流年清风，醉人的云淡。没有一丝尘埃，染风无声。泡上一壶老茶，依案读字，独饮时光，入眠静谧。
A piece of autumn from the depths of white clouds, dyed the maple leaves of the tree red, caressing its hair. Poetry general fleeting breeze, intoxicating cloud light. No dust, no wind. Make a pot of old tea, read words according to the case, drink time alone, and sleep quietly.
落花静默，告别秋日的夜晚。看着手指间流走的岁月，感伤了那无奈中的沉默。时间斑驳着岁月，年复一年的那些旧事慢慢地从心里消失。
有一条路，自己慢慢走过。有几处风景，自己慢慢看。曾有一页页的故事，自己慢慢品。像花朵一样，闭着眼睛闻。就像一杯茶，滋润滋润。像一片云彩
浅薄的时光，如茶生。春暖花开，春暖花开，春暖花开，春暖花开。爱盏风月的过往，云烟中含香秋露，萧瑟中飘扬。在婉约的年华里拢一肩心香，依窗摇阑珊。河水中有一叶白帆，在白云与诗行中穿行
深红色的尘埃，淹没了多少苍凉的史诗，覆盖了多少人间的爱情，分开了多少温柔的恋人，拆散了多少和谐的家庭。浅层次的文字，写出深沉的哲理，来来往往，演绎着无数个重复生命的故事。
The crimson dust covers many desolate epics, covers many human love, separates many tender lovers, and breaks up many harmonious families. Shallow text, write deep philosophy, come and go, deducing countless repeated life story.
