查询词典 knock-kneed

From the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers

是从那些严冬酷暑里，勇于敲开一点也不认识的生人的门，自己却并不太年轻的人们那里赢得的。

One of its attractions was a printing press that was placed on the ice and used to knock up souvenir broadsides to mark the occasion.

这是张当时价值一便士的单面印刷的纸张，是小报的前身，记录了19世纪40年代一个年轻女人被谋杀的令人恶心事件。

Lynch, who has over 6000 fans , has been posting updates on the food he is eating, places he visits, New Year's Eve plans, the women he's cavorting with and, most recently, railed against the "haters" trying to knock him off his high horse.

林其在网络上已有超过6000名粉丝，他上传他吃过的食物，去过的地方，新年前夜的计划，甚至和他交往的女性，最近，他又忙着抱怨那些'反对者'试图降低他的排名。

Today jack-o-lanterns in the windows of a house on Halloween night let costumed children know that there are goodies waiting if they knock and say "Trick or Treat!"

现在，如果在万圣节的晚上人们在窗户上挂上南瓜灯就表明那些穿着万圣节服装的人可以来

Today jack-o-lanterns in the windows of a house on Halloween night let costumed children know that there are goodies waiting if they knock and say "Trick or Treat!"

现在，如果在万圣节的晚上人们在窗户上挂上南瓜灯就表明那些穿着万圣节服装的人可以来敲门捣鬼要糖果。

Today jack-o-lanterns in the windows of a house on Halloween night let costumed children know that there are goodies waiting if they knock and say "Trick or Treat!"

最好的总会在最不经意的时候出现。。。

Then came a knock on the door and he cowered away.

突然有敲门的声音，他吓得躲开了。

As I daydreamed, there was a knock on the door.

我的白日梦被一阵敲门声打断了。

A messenger's knock cracks smartly, Flashed news in her hand Of meaning it dazes to understand Though shaped so shortly: He—he has fallen—in the far South Land… II 'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker, The postman nears and goes: A letter is brought whose lines disclose By the firelight flicker His hand, whom the worm now knows: Fresh—firm—penned in highest feather— Page-full of his hoped return, And of home-planned jaunts of brake and burn In the summer weather, And of new love that they would learn.

敲门声清晰响亮，送信人把急电交到她手上。电文内容虽然简短，却使她猛一下眩晕倘恍：他——在南方遥远的土地上——阵亡……第二天清晨大雾更浓，邮递员送信来去匆匆。闪闪的炉火照着一封家书，字字行行都是他亲笔写出，而那只手呀，此刻已有蛆虫光顾。墨迹犹新，字体坚实，意气昂扬，满篇都倾诉他渴望还乡：他打算就在明朗的夏天，徜徉在故乡的溪畔林间，他们要把爱情重新体验。张玲张扬译

A messenger's knock cracks smartly, Flashed news in her hand Of meaning it dazes to understand Though shaped so shortly: He—he has fallen—in the far South Land… II 'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker, The postman nears and goes: A letter is brought whose lines disclose By the firelight flicker His hand, whom the worm now knows: Fresh—firm—penned in highest feather— Page-full of his hoped return, And of home-planned jaunts of brake and burn In the summer weather, And of new love that they would learn.

电文内容虽然简短，却使她猛一下眩晕倘恍：他——在南方遥远的土地上——阵亡……第二天清晨大雾更浓，邮递员送信来去匆匆。闪闪的炉火照着一封家书，字字行行都是他亲笔写出，而那只手呀，此刻已有蛆虫光顾。墨迹犹新，字体坚实，意气昂扬，满篇都倾诉他渴望还乡：他打算就在明朗的夏天，徜徉在故乡的溪畔林间，他们要把爱情重新体验。

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。