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"Hope" is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops- at all and sweetest -in the gale- is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm I've heard it in the chillest land and on the strangest sea yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb-of me.

3个 "希望"是有羽毛的事物灵魂的那一根栖木而且唱没有字的歌曲而且从不停止-全然而且最甜的-在狂风-被听到而且一碰就痛的一定是暴风雨那可以使小鸟羞愧那保持这么多温暖的我已经在最寒冷的土地中听到它而且在最奇怪的海洋上仍然，从不，在极端中，它碎屑-我。

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all— And sweetest — in the Gale— is heart—And sore must be the storm—That could abash the little bird—That kept so many warm— I've heard it in the chilliest land—And on the strangest Sea—Yet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumb — of me.

希望是鸟儿，在人们心灵栖居，唱着无词的歌儿，永无止息。心灵是甜蜜的避风港只有猛烈的风暴，才能威胁希望，这慰藉心灵的小鸟。它歌唱在最寒冷的地方最陌生的海洋纵然身处绝境，也不索取分毫。爱米莉·狄更生（1830.12.10 ~1886.05.15）是美国文学史上最伟大的诗人之一。她的一生几乎都是在出生地——美国马萨

"Hope" is the thing with feathers --- Air Jordan 11 ,That perches in the soul--- And sings the tune without the words --- And never stops -- at all --- And sweetest -- in the Gale --- is heard --- Air Jordan Shoes ,And sore must be the storm --- That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm ---I've heard it in the chillest land --- And on..

善于审时度势，努力发掘自己，成为自己命运的真正主宰者幼鹰在羽翼初丰的时候， Air Jordan 14母亲会把它带到悬崖边，把它畏惧的瑟瑟发抖的身子推向深渊之中，折翅的危险，撕裂的痛恸在生命的渴求面前都会不堪一击。

In the slow movement again Brain is a degree more expressive in his lyrical playing, but in both performances the glory of the horn's final tune is richly brought out; an echo here of the entry of the staircase motif in the final pages of Arabella.

在缓慢动作中再次大脑是一在他的抒情的演奏方面更表现但是在在两方面同样地表现中的光荣角的决赛的调试的度被完全带来；一楼梯中心思想的在最后的页的阿拉贝拉中的入口的这里回声。

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。

There we sat among the thousand fools just like us But not so in love like us There we spoke of all our feelings And dreams were born like that And we hope for love like that Now your dreams have changed, we're far apart I don't know when or where to start leading you from my mind I want to stand with you again I hope to find you here again in the eternal sunshine *I'll search for the orange moon that lit up our love on the ocean while i held your hand Now watch all the waves from the stones where we gazed to the golden sun If i see the horizon glow just the same as it did when we stood on the hill I'll make the arrangements, just wait on that corner for me If you drop me a line I'll be sure to make these arrangements* Lay your head upon my shoulder I'll sing a tune or three Sweet melodies for thee Softly speak to say what i meant Why do you leave My heart is at your sleeve Well I'd like to share three words again practise these words with you again if you think is possible and maybe i can pull you close whisper in your ear again that i want you in my life forever I'll search for the orange moon that lit up our love on the ocean while i held your hand Now watch all the waves from the stones where we gazed to the golden sun If i see the horizon glow just the same as it did when we stood on the hill I'll make the arrangements, just wait on that corner for me You're like summer rain that cools me, it sooths me You are the person that I pray for every day Maybe we'll sit on those stairs once again Maybe we won't turn down have to pretend You will be here in my imaginings, they'reimaginings I'll search for the orange moon that lit up our love on the ocean while i held your hand Now watch all the waves from the stones where we gazed to the golden sun If i see the horizon glow just the same as it did when we stood on the hill I'll make the arrangements, just wait on that corner for me If you drop me a line I'll be sure to make these arrangements* If you drop me a line I'll be sure to make these arrangements

我们坐在有1000间我们就像傻瓜但并非所有的爱都像我们一样在那里，我们谈的都是我们的感受与梦想这样诞生我们希望这样的爱现在你的梦想已经改变，我们很遥远我不知道何时何地开始你开始疏远我我想再次与你在一起我希望在这里再次找到你在永恒阳光*我要寻找的橙色月亮这点燃了在海洋我们的爱虽然我认为你的手从现在看所有的石头波我们凝视的金太阳如果我看到地平线辉光一样因为它没有当我们站在山上我会作出安排的，只是等待，为我的角落如果你删除我行我一定要作出这些安排*把你的头后，我的肩膀我会唱一调或3 为你甜蜜的旋律说话轻声地说，我的意思你为什么离开我的心在你的袖口那么我想再次分享三个词实行这些话你再次如果你认为是可能的或许我可以把你关闭在你的耳朵小声一次，我希望在我的生活中你永远我要寻找的橙色月亮这点燃了在海洋我们的爱虽然我认为你的手从现在看所有的石头波我们凝视的金太阳如果我看到地平线辉光一样因为它没有当我们站在山上我会作出安排的，只是等待，为我的角落你喜欢夏天雨水，冷却我一样，我也sooths 你是我的人，每天祈祷也许我们会坐在楼梯上的再次也许我们不会拒绝有假装在这里，您将在我的想像，they'reimaginings 我要寻找的橙色月亮这点燃了在海洋我们的爱虽然我认为你的手从现在看所有的石头波我们凝视的金太阳如果我看到地平线辉光一样因为它没有当我们站在山上我会作出安排的，只是等待，为我的角落如果你删除我行我一定要作出这些安排*如果你删除我行我一定要作出这些安排

Long, 40, spent 18 years in the minor leagues as a player and coach, but his work in spring training and in a couple of late-season visits to the big league team convinced Torre that he was the man to keep in tune what should be one of the most potent lineups in baseball.

Long40岁，18年在小联盟为球员和教练，但在春训时他的工作，以及几次季赛后期造访大联盟球队的经验，说服了Torre，他就是那个能使最具潜力的棒球打线，维持在巅峰的人。

James, son of Zebedee, and John the brother of James, whom he named Boanerges, that is, sons of thunder

载伯德的儿子雅各伯和雅各伯的弟弟若望，并为他们起名叫"波纳尔革"，就是"雷霆之子"

The southern Hungarian university city of Szeged will host part of the project, amounting to 40 percent of the total investment, which will mostly be paid for through Hungary's EU structural funds.

位于塞格德南部的匈牙利大学将负责部分项目，总计占总投入资金的40%。大部分资金将由匈牙利的欧盟结构基金会支付。