#頭條創(chuàng)作挑戰(zhàn)賽#

It ups and downs in life, the odds that tea, the tortuous, after tasting, bitter or sweet, are simply read well, the dream of the ferry, anchor such as loose sand met, perhaps is doomed to this life is predestined friends the meet, perhaps is doomed to this life in a hurry to miss, rub shoulders in his life, had used a depth of tonal aftertaste and mediate, can tidy, twist a sunset, a curved blue greetings, is bitter.

　　Walk while see writing says, laughing while sadness, are destined to, shallow blue sentimental, so of waiting, in the haze, children of the time, and have a cold silence, like a naive, still as strange.

　　To the last page only sweet gracefuls and restrained color dyeing acacia, jasmine cowardice, smile heart is breaking, sigh life difficult again, if there really is good backing, is the dream of, peach blossom water mandarin fish fertilizer, encounter the soul fly, butterfly lovers both across the autumn rains.

　　Longitudinal is a read the past for an outing, a person’s story as a pink ballads, two people are painting, a thick ink painting, picture of looking like a song to Trinidad, sang with changes in temperature.

　　Always some picture without annotation, also clear, there are always some stumbles, struggled hardly, still as first, if we say, life is not easy, excerpts situation and miss too much, but breach a drop of unusual warmth in my heart.

　　I use devotional text copy load, this September the fireworks madadayo nana, domain restrains and full of gap, sequence that indirect lines, to comfort.

　　Wake up is the feelings of sunshine, with fingertips, also smooth the movement of the ancient color sense of smell, write the lost of the old, slightly smiling that time shu li, this indifferent day jean wine storage.

　　Perhaps is so rough.

　　All say the world is too short, at the time of hidden people quiet and muddy, we have to comprehend sensitized, we learn to be grateful, grateful that gives us a rich and sweet life, no matter how the cycle of, all the way through, is the heart, with all its possible into peace, plain, daily necessities sauce vinegar tea, read a persistent a lovesickness, finally is a read haemorrheological nature.

　　Under cloudless chew sweet the fine water shizuru treatment wisdom true and well-being, if, looking is a kind of tolerance of nothingness, remembering the rhinoceros sleepless in fence, well-developed, worship the season seems like also accustomed to miss, sewing that hurts the scar, moved the aside the rain the whole, forward to walk into another scenery, call heaven, call man love.

　　But to see through the lies, some people some things, have to say forget, even if some scenery edges warm tears of canthus, treat that the prosperities, it was a stranger, a wipe a shoulder pain.

　　Autumn window shade, dye cream, autumn wind blowing, leaves, tree lost its, buzzing, if at this moment playing leaf calmly, in silent place, listen to the light of the moon across the heart of the lotus pond, perhaps this is such a lonely, decided to no longer listen to sad hair tip, those days a crease, ran aground in the left bank, meditation watch.

　　參考翻譯：

　　人生起伏難定，若如茶，幾經(jīng)周折，幾經(jīng)品釀，或苦或甘，都一味念尋安好，那個夢的渡口，停泊著如散沙的遇見，也許是今生注定有緣的約見，也許是注定今世匆匆錯過，一生的擦肩，曾幾用深淺不定的色調(diào)回味與調(diào)和，都無法整齊，捻一抹夕陽下，一彎藍(lán)色的問候，都是刻薄的。

　　邊走邊看邊寫邊說邊笑邊憂傷，都是注定的，淺藍(lán)的感傷，如是灼灼的守候，在薄霧彌漫，懵懂的時光里，與流年冷對不語，如同天真依然，如同莫名。

　　到最后一頁只剩下婉約的香色盡染相思，素馨的怯懦，莞爾一笑心已碎，輕嘆此生難再續(xù)緣，若有真情癡醉，定是那濃妝艷抹的夢里，桃花流水鱖魚肥，邂逅的魂飛，化蝶雙雙飛過秋雨。

　　縱是一念往昔踏青而來，一個人的故事如同一首粉紅色的歌謠，兩個人是畫，一幅油墨濃厚的畫，畫面中的眺望如歌一去千里道，唱起一心的冷暖。

　　總有些畫面，無需注解，也清晰，總有些牽絆，糾結(jié)難言，卻依舊如初見，若說人生不易，摘錄太多的境遇與錯失，卻疏漏一滴異樣的溫暖在心底。

　　我用虔誠的文字臨摹荷載，這九月的煙花裊裊娜娜，域枯落和豐滿之隙，捋順那婉轉(zhuǎn)的線條，以安慰。

　　喚醒一葉陽光的情懷，沾上指尖，亦流暢古色的詩韻感味，把迷失的情分寫老，微微淺笑那歲月的淑麗，這淡泊的日子里珍釀封存。

　　也許是多么的粗糙。

　　都說人間苦短，在光陰的’隱蔽人靜和泥濘，我們不得不感悟悲歡離合，我們學(xué)會感恩，感恩那些賦予我們濃郁和芳香的生命，無論如何的輪回，一路走過，都是用心的，盡其可能的過成平和，平平淡淡，柴米油鹽醬醋茶，一念執(zhí)著一念相思，最后是一念寒凝。

　　云淡風(fēng)輕下咀嚼曼妙，細(xì)水靜流處理智真實與安康，若，眺望是一種對虛無的包容，記憶著那一犀夜未眠的闌珊，膜拜這季節(jié)的豐腴，似乎喜歡也習(xí)慣了牽念，縫補那感動的那傷害了的疤痕，風(fēng)卷殘云雨傾城，期待走進(jìn)另一幢風(fēng)景，呼喚天堂，呼喚諾諾愛戀。

　　卻看穿那些華麗的謊言，有些人有些事，不得不說忘，即使有些景色的邊角溫暖了眼角的淚滴，待那繁華落盡，便成了陌路，成了擦肩的痛楚。

　　秋窗納涼，欲染霜，秋風(fēng)瑟瑟，落葉，落英，紛紛攘攘，若此時此刻撩撥一葉從容，于無聲處，傾聽皎潔的月光劃過心的荷塘，或許本就是這樣的孤寂，便決定不再理會憂傷的發(fā)梢，那些個折痕的日子，擱淺在左岸，靜心守望。