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If a picture is worth a thousand words, a digital camera is worth 10,000 pages of jargon, double-talk and indecipherable optical gobbledygook, as you'll quickly discover when you start shopping for one.

如果一张照片抵得上一千字，那么当你开始选购一架数码相机时，你很快会发现：一架数码相机简直就相当于一万页行话连篇、晦涩难懂的光学官样文章。

If a picture is worth a thousand words, a digital camera is worth 10,000 pages of jargon, double-talk and indecipherable optical gobbledygook, as you will quickly discover when you start shopping for one.

如果一张照片抵得上一千字，那么当你开始选购一架数码相机时，你很快会发现：一架数码相机简直就相当于一万页行话连篇、晦涩难懂的光学官样文章。

If a picture is worth a thousand words, a digital camera is worth10,000 pages of jargon, double-talk and indecipherable optical gobbledygook, as you'll quickly discover when you start shopping for one.

如果一张照片抵得上一千字，那么当你开始选购一架数码相机时，你很快会发现：一架数码相机简直就相当于一万页行话连篇、涩难懂的光学官样文章。

The driver was a young man of three or four-and-twenty, with a cigar between his teeth; wearing a dandy cap, drab Jacket, breeches of the same hue, white 'neckcloth, stickup collar, and brown driving - gloves - in short, he was the handsome, horsey young buck who had visited Joan a week or two before to get her answer about Tess.

赶车的是一个二十三四岁的青年男子，嘴里叼着一根雪茄烟，头上戴一顶花哨的小帽，穿一件色彩灰暗的上衣和颜色相同的马裤，围着白色的围巾，戴着硬高领，手上戴着褐色的驾车手套--简而言之，他是一个漂亮的长着一张长脸的年轻人，就在一两个星期前，曾经拜访过琼，向她打听过苔丝的回话。

The driver was a young man of three or four - and - twenty , with a cigar between his teeth ; wearing a dandy cap , drab jacket , breeches of the same hue , white neckcloth , stickup collar , and brown driving - gloves - in short , he was the handsome , horsey young buck who had visited joan a week or two before to get her answer about tess . mrs durbeyfield clapped her hands like a child . then she looked down , then stared again

赶车的是一个二十三四岁的青年男子，嘴里叼着一根雪茄烟，头上戴一顶花哨的小帽，穿一件色彩灰暗的上衣和颜色相同的马裤，围着白色的围巾，戴着硬高领，手上戴着褐色的驾车手套简而言之，他是一个漂亮的长着一张长脸的年轻人，就在一两个星期前，曾经拜访过琼，向她打听过苔丝的回话。

A sheet of paper, a piece of abandoned wood, a common lump of clay, a piece of cold stone,a sheet of leather, or a scrap of cloth can be mad into a graceful kite, a lovely opera facial makeup, a novel papercut, a mysterious shadow puppet, or a solemn seal.

一页普通的纸张，一段遗弃的木头，一捧常见的泥土，一块冰凉的石头，一张平凡的兽皮，一片零散的碎布，在他们的手中都被赋予了鲜活的生命；飘逸的风筝，可爱的脸谱，灵巧的剪纸，神秘的皮影，庄严的印章，不一而足。

There is a table, willing to work with a pair of chopsticks, like the rounds of drinking a cup of tea, together wearing a suit, and Sleeping with the quilt, went to a destiny, a total of sleep a

有一张餐桌，愿意同用一双筷子，喜欢轮饮一杯茶，合穿一件衣，并且同衾共枕，奔赴一个命运，共寝一

Back of the old hag I can see a kitchen table and on it lies a baby all undressed, a puny little brat no bigger than a plucked chicken. Finally the old one picks up a slop pail by her side and makes a move forward. We stand aside to let her pass and as the door closes behind her the baby lets out a piercing scream.

我看见老妖婆背后摆着一张厨桌，桌上躺着一个浑身赤裸裸的婴儿，这是一个比一只拔光毛的鸡大不了多少的小把戏，最后那老家伙拎起身边一只污水桶朝前跨了一步，我们闪到一边让她过去，门在她身后关上时里面的婴儿发出一声令人心碎的尖叫。

The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldn't make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me.

后来，她们招了些黑奴①来，教他们做祷告，然后一个个地去睡觉。我上楼走进我的房间，手里拿着一支蜡烛，放在桌子上，然后在一张靠窗的椅子上坐下来，存心拣些有劲儿的事想想，可就是做不到。我只觉得寂寞孤单，真是恨不得死去的好②。星星在一闪一闪，林子里树叶在满满作响。

Meditation Alone/ firefly译 The Moon Is Mine The moon is mine And the sundries I home mail It's thin, cool and dark Like me under an unlucky star Who stay out straying, with a sadly sorrowful look When facing it You should feel esteem--in my opinion Also you could Weep when looking at it, and Be put in a tight spot, or Behold a man in it coming out Lay Open the Loneliness Lay open the loneliness, perhaps There be no loneliness Under the alone lamp, in the empty room The whole world's dyed orange with rays Everything represents nothing As someone been far away The deserted heart still misses Only lonely is still lonely Wine for one, when wine round three times for one Think of the drip drops, the fallen leaves, and Some time, some seasons, some persons, some Sundries when warm Like I lay open the loneliness Then nothing to keep lonely The Tree All the leaves in this tree fall Its loneliness falls into a face It's limpid and bright Where the sun shines There are blares of colored glaze Exclaim occasionally, or profoundly Stride one's line of sight, such height and weald Straying there --Why there is no wild Divide the Rain Drips Divide the dense rain drip Then you may see decaying scene-- A man in the sun walking with vigorous strides In the shallow puddle Immerges half his nose, spraying Continuous ripples It's simply a groundless guess at daytime Or rather a dream, yet that's it And that I see Sun's weak, and see The sun and water turns to be blank in the air Nov.

16th， 2007 原诗：《独想》《那些月光是我的》那些月光是我的是我寄给家里的物什它薄薄的，凉凉的，暗暗的就像我的薄命流浪在外，神情悲悯你们面对它应该感到高贵——这是我的想法你们也可以看着它流泪，看着它一筹莫展，或者看着一个人从里面走出来《把孤独摊开》把孤独摊开，或许就没有孤独了在孤灯下，空屋里万物都染着桔色的光万事都不代表什么就像远去了一个人心中空荡荡的，却总有惦念但孤独还是孤独的一个人的酒，一个人酒过三巡想想窗檐的滴水，想想落叶，想想一些时间，一些季节，一些人物，一些那时感到有温度的物什就如同把孤独摊开了没什么可继续孤独的《这棵树》这棵树落光了叶子它的孤独就成了一张脸它清澈与明亮太阳光照的地方，全然是时空中一簇琉璃的光泽偶尔让人惊叹，偶尔骨感地跨入人的视线，那样的旷野和高度停留在那里——为什么没有荒芜《把雨点分开》把稠密的雨点分开就可以看到颓废的景观——一个刚在太阳下健步如飞的男人在浅水坑中浸入了一半的鼻子，喷着连续不断的涟漪这只是我白日的一个臆念有点梦，但就是这样我才看到了阳光的软弱，看到了阳光和雨水原来就是一场空中之茫

We have no common name for a mime of Sophron or Xenarchus and a Socratic Conversation; and we should still be without one even if the imitation in the two instances were in trimeters or elegiacs or some other kind of verse--though it is the way with people to tack on 'poet' to the name of a metre, and talk of elegiac-poets and epic-poets, thinking that they call them poets not by reason of the imitative nature of their work, but indiscriminately by reason of the metre they write in.

索夫农 、森那库斯和苏格拉底式的对话采用的模仿没有一个公共的名称；三音步诗、挽歌体或其他类型的诗的模仿也没有——人们把&诗人&这一名词和格律名称结合到一起，称之为挽歌体诗人或者史诗诗人，他们被称为诗人，似乎只是因为遵守格律写作，而非他们作品的模仿本质。

The relationship between communicative competence and grammar teaching should be that of the ends and the means.

交际能力和语法的关系应该是目标与途径的关系。