查询词典 night clothes

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当暮霭诗意般地如面纱一样覆上河畔时，在昏暗的天空下，破旧的房屋迷失了它们自己，高耸的烟囱幻化成了钟楼，就连仓库也成了夜晚的宫殿，整座城市就如同悬挂于天堂一般；而仙境就在我们面前——于是旅人匆匆赶回家；工作的人和有教养的人，聪明的人和快乐的人都停止了思考，就像他们已经停止了观赏一样。自然，这一次已经在合着调子歌唱，唱着优雅的歌曲，仅献给艺术家，她的孩子和主人——说是孩子，因为他爱她；说是主人，因为他懂她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

黄昏时分，迷雾给河畔穿了一层诗画般的衣裳。带着这层面纱，那些可怜的屋舍在昏暗的天空下销声匿迹，高耸的烟囱俨然成为灯塔，夜间的仓库若然变成宫殿。整个城市临于天堂之口，一片乐土尽在眼前。旅客们，行色匆匆，加快了回家的脚步。工作之人、教育之人、聪明之人、愉悦之人都停止了探究，也停止了注视。第一次，自然唱着自己的曲子。独为了了艺术家，她唱着她那首优美的曲子。也为了她的儿子和她的主人，因为爱她，所以是儿子；因为理解她，所以是主人。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当夜幕为河滨蒙上一层诗意般的薄雾之时，潦倒的建筑在昏暗的天穹下像被什么东西盖住一样看不见了，高耸的烟囱变得像一座钟楼一般，仓库在黑夜中看起来像座雄伟的宫殿，整座城市悬挂在天空中，给人如置身仙境般的感觉。旅人加快了归家的步伐；忙于工作的人，聪慧和有学识的人还有快乐的人们理解不了其中的奥秘，因为他们从没用心眼去观察过自然界。而自然只曾为孤独的艺术家——她的儿子，那个大师高歌一曲，因为只有艺术家爱着她，深深了解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

夜晚的雾气湿润了衣服，河畔雾气缭绕，充满诗情画意，陈旧的建筑物云雾环绕，渐渐消失在灰蒙蒙的天空中。高高的烟囱在雾气中好似钟楼，连夜色中的仓库也变成了辉煌的宫殿，整座城市仿佛悬浮于空。在我们眼前的就是仙境----路上行人匆匆；无论是工作者，文学者，干练者还是享乐者，已经停止了观察自然，进而停止了理解自然。然而自然还是动情歌唱，把她最优美动听的歌声献给她唯一的艺术家，她的儿子和主人----说他是儿子是因为他爱她，说他是主人是因为他懂她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当夜色如一袭朦胧的面纱，模糊了匆匆的行人，模糊了河畔涓涓的诗情，当贫瘠之家在暗淡的天空下迷失了自己，直耸如云的烟囱衍变成遗世独立的钟鼓，当富裕之家成了晚间的宫殿，当整座城市悬挂在天堂之间，梦幻的仙境就在我们眼前——而那羁旅之人也正急速地往家的方向赶去；工人和文人，明智者和快乐者停下了思维，他们不再有看的欲望。而自然，又一次哼起了调子，仅对着艺术家唱起了她独有精美的歌，艺术家就像她的儿子和主人——爱着她的儿子，了解她的主人。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当夜幕为如诗的河岸披上一层面纱，破旧的房屋消失在昏暗苍穹中，高耸的烟囱如同一座座钟楼，仓库成了瑰丽的宫殿，整个城市悬置在天堂，如幻仙境尽收眼底——仓促的人们总是行色匆匆。无论是庄稼汉还是知识分子，聪明人或者乐天派，都看不见也懂不到。这个时候，自然哼着优美的曲子，把最完美的旋律只给了艺术家一人。艺术家就是她的儿子和主人——他像儿子一样爱她，同时又如主人一般了解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

夜幕降临，为河畔蒙上了一层轻纱，如诗般美丽、神秘。而那些毫不起眼的建筑物们则隐没在这昏暗的天空中，乍看之下，高耸的烟囱好似一座钟楼，破旧的仓库宛如宫殿般矗立于夜色之中。此时此刻，整个城市悬浮于半空中，如同仙境般展现在我们面前——接着，行人加快了回家的脚步；而工人、知识分子、智者抑或逍遥之人则驻足而望，停下了思考，故而，他们听不到自然那美妙绝伦的声音。大自然只为艺术家展现了歌喉，因为艺术家是她的孩子，她的主人——之所以这么说，因为孩子爱他的母亲，而主人则理解他的属下。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当暗夜迷雾给河滨披上诗般的轻纱薄衣，可怜的建筑在暗淡的天幕下迷失自我，高耸的烟囱变成了钟楼，货栈成了伫立在夜间的宫殿，整座城市游荡在天际，仙境就在眼前---流浪者正朝家的方向疾去；工人与雅士，智者与享乐主义者，不再了解，正如他们已不再对之投以目光。而大自然，曾只为艺术家---自然之子，自然之主---一开金嗓，仙乐悠扬。艺术家作为自然之子，深爱其母；艺术家亦是自然之主，对自然的理解不在话下。

Late at last night I still watched CCTV program 1, in a program called "we", Chinese painter Fan Zeng is talking about calligraphy. He wears Chinese traditional clothes, drinking Chinese tea talking in high spirits.

昨晚很晚还看央视一套的《我们》栏目，范曾老师在谈书法，他是一个性情中人，穿着中式衣服喝着中国茶侃侃而谈。

Motherfukkers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous shots with the fo'-fo' Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfukkers better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a ***** do a full flip See the ***** layin shocked when the bullet hit I hate my high youth, no niggaz wanna buy you But see me I wanna fuck for free Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me I am a little bit of loneliness A little bit of disregard Handful of complaints But I can't help the fact That everyone can see these scars I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel But it's like no matter what I do I can't convince you to just believe this is real So I let go watching you Turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got Got a condo with nothin but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowin on my last cassette?

motherfukkers不愿扮演买卖，击中在束手无策，无数镜头与fo'佛' faggots runnin向蒲圃的，烟在想可可他妈的说唱，焦炭，由船他妈的数据，对我们来说处，枪高，睁一眼闭一眼，左孔，通过一些家伙衣服停止你的bullshittin ，格洛克与充分剪辑motherfukkers更好的鸭当傻瓜随地吐痰一杆可以做出*****做了充分倒装看到***** layin震惊时，一颗子弹击中我恨我高青年，没有niggaz想购买，但你看我，我想他妈的免费现在，我的宝贝，让她在此转乘，使你感到这里面你的肚子，如果它的紧迫得到健扬果冻一整夜，你得到了广泛的内telly方方， TIL的，你说的Jay - Z你太多，我我感到一点点的寂寞一点点的漠视少数投诉不过，我可以帮不了事实，即每个人都可以看到这些伤疤我什么我要你想，我想你的感觉，但它的，不管是什么，我我无法说服你只是相信这是真实的，所以我放手看着你谈谈你的背部一样，你总是做脸去，假装我不是但是，我可以在这里'的事业，你都是我的一个共管与nothin但是避孕套在这同一个地方，而语言是发明所以，我要做的就是Rap及性别，想象我如何中风，看看如何，我flowin对我的最后卡式？

The split between the two groups can hardly be papered over.

这两个团体间的分歧难以掩饰。

This approach not only encourages a greater number of responses, but minimizes the likelihood of stale groupthink.

这种做法不仅鼓励了更多的反应，而且减少跟风的可能性。