查询词典 blackbird

It was on a Sunday evening , when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem , that he heard thegate swing to , and saw the girl coming running among the trees , with the red cheeked , stolid Joe in swift pursuit .

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

It was on a Sunday evening, when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem, that he heard the gate swing to and saw the girl coming running among the trees, with the red － cheeked, stolid Joe in swift pursuit.

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听到大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

It was on a Sunday evening,when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem,that he heard the gate swing to,and saw the girl coming running among the trees,with the red cheeked, stolid Joe in swift pursuit.

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

It was on a Sunday evening ,when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem, that he heard the gate swing to and saw the girl coming running among the trees, with the red cheeked, stolid Joe in swift pursuit.

一个星期日傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑红脸乔。

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

我不知道该喜欢哪样？是变幻之美或是暗示之美，是在黑鹂吹哨的时候或是在那之后。

V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

我不知道更喜欢哪个，是感染力的美还是暗示中的美，是黑鸟进行啸叫还是片刻之后。

In this song , the hunter likens himself to the beautiful blackbird loved by the deer .

在歌中，猎人将自己比作鹿所钟爱的美丽山鸟。

Probably in a modern city the man who can distinguish between a thrush's and a blackbird 's song is the exception.

在一个现代化城市里，能听得出画眉和山乌鸦叫声不同的人，恐怕是凤毛麟角。

It was on a Sunday evening,when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird composing a love poem,that he heard thegate swing to, saw the girl coming running among the trees,with the redcheeked, stolid Joe in swift pursuit.

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

IT was on a Sunday evening,when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem,that he heard thegate swing to, and saw the girl coming running among the trees,w IT h the redcheeked,stolid Joe in swift pursu IT .

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

But we don't care about Battlegrounds.

但我们并不在乎沙场中的显露。

Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror.

啊！不用提了。提到肉，真是糟透了。