查询词典 Memory of Love

That memory, Venus and Adonis , lay in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London.

维纳斯与阿都尼》中所描绘的那番记忆，存在于伦敦每个荡妇的寝室里。

In memory of love, not loss.

在内存中的爱，而不是损失。

And in those times of trouble. When you are most alone. The memory of love will bring you home.

在你苦恼的时候、在你最孤单的时候，爱的记忆将使你置身家中。

Thank those flowers, and life has again been pickpocketing; those tears to make a flight, running away with the crystal; those beautiful voices, such as the Voice of Angels, as they have a dream; cloth dolls that smile again and re-blooming , but fixed in the distant heaven; them himself: I can no longer be given from this gentle love my people and I love, my secret diary from this collection never really became a secret, my if there is no memory of the color of flame, like a snake swallow a letter describing the position on the future; color my world has always been so gorgeous, the vision of girls, girls do not really have too much sky the clouds, even every ray of sunshine every day is like a butterfly-like羽翅fibrillation in my eyes, let me indulge.

那些花儿谢了，生命又一次被扒窃；那些泪珠飞尽了，晶莹随着绝尘而去；那些声音亮丽如天籁之声，如同她们曾经的梦想；那些布娃娃的笑容一次次重新绽放了，却定格在遥远的天堂；她们自语道：我的温柔从此再也不能给予爱我的人和我爱的人，我的日记里收藏的秘密从此真的成了永远的秘密，我的记忆里好象也没有火焰的颜色，蛇信般吞噬关于未来的述说；我的色彩世界其实一直都是那么的斑斓，女孩的视野、女孩的天空真的不会有太多的阴霾，即使是每一缕阳光也是每一天都象蝴蝶的羽翅般颤动在我的眼前，让我沉醉。

She had no way to go to take care of them, one down to earth exploded - without an "oh" that the pursuit of love, or Sally really find Sally, but love in another prison. But even in the United States after the latino hard, the book still reveal about the future of beautiful dreams and hopes. Evan LangSha spezia, want to leave mango street have a house of my own, want to find yourself to the sweet chains, to help more people find happiness... When you read her teenage little secret, whether YiZheng suddenly, then said musingly:"ah, be like me so." When I read the book in the lamp under small delicate, it seems from books out an elf, just like my favorite fairy tale, Peter pan, never island fairy, gently leap from my mind, salvage one old yellow, almost forgotten memory. So I made an illusion, like a young restore that once. When saw lang and essien spezia on her sister in the streets of the old shoes mooning, I think before age eight steal wear dad suit in front of the mirror is to imagine yourself as CEO of companies, she added, Cathy cat and queen of Egypt circles the only large friends and Sally like white crane son as pure between the friendship. Timid her cry in dining-room ate rice sandwich inside, Side mirror where film actress lips red... I glanced limpid stream of the summer as a pebble, fingers touched by watching the lamp of barley bread baking ovens, warmth, the paper seems to have touched the memory, eager to grow, and find me for my friendship, love, though I meditate on the mirror of me...

当看到埃斯佩朗莎和妹妹穿着妈妈的旧高跟鞋在大街上乱逛；我想到以前8岁时偷穿爸爸的西装在镜子前一边想象自己是某家公司的CEO，她和猫皇后凯茜、描埃及眼圈的萨丽以及唯一的大朋友鹭鸶儿之间像白纸一样单纯的友谊；胆小的她在餐厅里边哭边吃米饭三明治；一边照镜子一边想象电影中嘴唇红红的女主角……我的目光掠过清澈得像盛夏溪底的鹅卵石般的文字，指尖拂过被台灯注视过的、烘炉里的大麦面包一样温暖的纸页，似乎又触摸到了记忆里的那个，渴望长大的我，觅寻友情的我，怯弱的我，爱对着镜子冥想的我……细细咀嚼回忆，微笑不知不觉从嘴角泻出。

Perhaps forgotten, we have to spend time, just like falling in love, we also used the time, had all become a memory of everything, perhaps, would like to live better now, and only once forgotten unreserved own memory, that is forgotten, and there were a few people have truly forgotten.

或许遗忘，我们都要花掉时间的，就像爱上的时候，我们也用过时间，曾经的一切的一切都成了记忆，也许，现在想活的更好，只有毫无保留的遗忘曾经拥有的记忆，说是遗忘，又曾有几个人能真正遗忘过。

The people and objects floating through Gao Bo's works are without roots - perhaps they come from a momentary memory or a spark of interest. Looking at Gao Bo's works brings pictorial information stored deep in the mind to light, yet within a second these mind-images fade again, leaving behind a memory of all the images that lie underneath Gao Bo's warm and languid sketching. In Gao Bo's consciousness, these images don't stop at realism or simply exposit like some historical legend - in the end they reach towards the fringes of nothingness.These images can call up rich associations in our minds yet often these are false associations. For example, in "Gray Face" this is not the mystical dog of the god Erlang in Journey to the West; the rickety bridge in "River Bed" is certainly not a reference to a rainbow in Heaven; the story of "Contest" is not about two dogs running and pretending to be in love but a story of race dogs controlled by humans.

散漫在高波作品中的人与物没有根源，也许它们是源于个人瞬间的兴趣和记忆，有关知识的、情感的和在脑子里存储的图象信息随之而来，也可以随之而去，只是在温和缓慢的描绘背后还有一丝对所有形象匆匆停留过后的怀念，它们在高波的意识之中并不是一次停留于现实或者历史神话般司空见惯的陈述，它们的结果最终都是通向虚无的边缘，尽管那些形象似乎可以唤起我们丰富的联想，比如《灰色的脸》，它绝不是西游记中二郎神的天犬，在《河床》中不牢靠的拱桥，肯定不是寓指天堂里的彩虹，《竞赛》讲述的故事并不是两只在假装为爱情奔跑的狗，而是被人为所驱使的赛狗。

Love and love between the real and the United States, with the clear desire to obscure, germinating the passion of youth, childhood and the pain and happiness, all heart the memory of my thoughts often erratic and volatile mood in the dusty picture, everything appears to be both cordial Also far, I have,"Hunbushoushe"......

情与爱之间的真与美，朦胧与清晰的欲望，青春萌动的激情，童年的艰辛与快乐，这一切心动的记忆常常让我思绪万千，心情在画里飞扬，一切都显得既亲切又遥远，我已经&魂不守舍&了……我真的感觉，艺术就是生活。

The love of Mother is a wide and quiet harbor, it gives children the warmest and most touching memory. The love of Father is an eminent and stately mountain, it gives children the solidest and most reliable arm. Friendship is a cheerful and happy seed, it gives children a blue sky of the heart.

母爱是一个宽广而平静的港湾，给了孩子最温馨动人的记忆；父爱是一座挺拔而威严的山峰，给了孩子最坚实可靠的臂腕；友爱是一颗快乐而幸福的种子，给了孩子一片心灵的蓝天。

Author: Rainer Maria Rilke For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town The sun was shining everywhere... Author: George Gershwin For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain.

作者：里尔克Rainer玛丽亚突然，我看见你，并通过有雾的伦敦城：：到处日头作者：乔治盖希文的爱情是甜美的记忆，虽然爱情本身是白费。

As she looked at Warrington's manly face, and dark, melancholy eyes, she had settled in her mind that he must have been the victim of an unhappy attachment.

每逢看到沃林顿那刚毅的脸，那乌黑、忧郁的眼睛，她便会相信，他一定作过不幸的爱情的受害者。

Maybe they'll disappear into a pothole.

也许他们将在壶穴里消失