一想起

In the hearts of my heart hides a man's name which I would from time to time think of without any augury, like in times of idyllic noon, on boisterous streets, or on occasions of relatives and friends' reunion.

在心灵的深处，深藏着一个人的名字，不一定每时每刻把他想起，但想起的时候却没有一点预兆。

Betwixt and between white house and me, I suddenly realized I can not be home at the next stop of the metro station.

我想起了这首歌的后半部分，我知道，我们自以为无可选择，但想起 YALI 的 MSN 上曾经写过的"其实我们可以不分开"，和熟悉的每一个地方，和熟悉的每一个人。

Ah, it reminds me of the happy hours I spent on the banks of the Seine ... lily-white bosoms and thighs ... and the burning passions of the French girls!

嗳，雪白的胸脯，雪白的腿，我想起了色奈河边的快乐，我想起了法兰西女郎如火一般的热情！

When interrogated by the torturer, some of the Mauritanian prisoners confirmed the traveler's tale: One of them recalled the Elysian plain, far at the ends of the earth, where men's lives are everlasting; another, the peaks from which the Pactolus flows, upon which men live for a hundred years.

某些毛里塔尼亚俘虏在被拷问时曾证实过骑手的说法；有一个想起世界尽头的乐土，那里的人长生不老；另一个想起帕克托勒斯河(4)起源的山岭，那里的居民都活一百年。

Flash of genius does not have origin in the molecular motion of the brain; it is inspired by the ego, the spiritual "I" which is one with the Universal Mind, and it is our ability to recognize this Unity which is the cause of all inspiration, all genius.

sara有一个奇怪也不奇怪的想法，在你思念一个人的时候，你的意念会不会穿透时空和对方联系，于是，在同一时间，对方是不是也有点诡异的感觉，突然想起你，或者想起什么呢。

When I think of that island, and all of Indonesia, I'm haunted by memories—the feel of packed mud under bare feet as I wander through paddy fields; the sight of day breaking behind volcanic peaks; the muezzin's call at night and the smell of wood smoke; the dickering at the fruit stands alongside the road; the frenzied sound of a gamelan orchestra, the musicians' faces lit by fire.

当我想起巴厘岛，想起印尼时，我就会被这些记忆缠绕——漫游在稻田中赤脚感受脚下的泥浆；火山顶后日出的景色；在夜晚祈祷的召唤，木头被烧燃冒烟的气味；在路旁水果摊前的讨价还价；加麦兰（一组印尼的民族管弦乐器）乐队狂热的演奏，乐队成员的脸被篝火照得通亮。

Yesterday, all sixth-grade class graduated according to photos, and schools are very busy all day, like a market, they are coming to graduation as a happy thing, had just eaten dinner at noon today, a large group of children running to the office came to me and Denis graduated according to their sign, the first time I realize the "stars" of the feeling of being surrounded by the signature, according to the back of a long graduated from the teachers and students full name, appears to have the same graffiti Art feeling, numerous signature reminds me of when I graduated last year, was both pleased and full of melancholy, reminds me when we separated from the sentimental and emotional, but now they also experience less than classmates, friends, respectively, the unrounded, perhaps in a number of years later, when the time to re-look at photos of them slowly recalled when primary school life, learning time, recalled the story of childhood

昨天六年级所有的班级照毕业照，，学校一整天都很热闹，像是个集市一样，他们把即将到来的毕业当成是一件快乐的事情，今天中午刚吃过饭，一大群孩子跑到办公室来找我和 Denis 给他们的毕业照上签名，我也第一次体会"明星"被包围签名的感觉，长长的毕业照背面写满了老师和同学的名字，看起来有涂鸦一样的艺术感觉，密密麻麻的签名让我想起去年我毕业的时候，心里既高兴也充满惆怅，想起大家离别时的感伤和情绪，只是现在他们还体会不到同学、朋友分别的不舍，或许是在若干年后，当那时的他们重新翻看照片时才会慢慢回忆起小学生活、学习的时光，回忆起童年的故事，体会曾经的乐趣。

Seeing it, Langdon thought of Vittoria, recalling their playful promise a year ago that every six months they would meet again at a different romantic spot on the globe.

看到铁塔，兰登想起了维多利亚，想起了他一年前玩笑般的承诺。他说他们每六个月都要在全球范围内换一个浪漫的地方约会。

I think of poets and musicians. Of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" and of Shakespeare, whose Lorenzo declaims in The Merchant of Venice ,"How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!/ Here will we sit and let the sounds of music / Creep in our ears."

一只蟋蟀在草叶间欢唱，令我想起了诗人和音乐家、想起了贝多芬的《月光交响曲》和莎士比亚笔下的《威尼斯商人》中的洛伦佐的话：&沉睡于河岸的月光是多么的迷人/我们要坐在这里让音乐之声/潜入我们的在耳内。&

Hopefully, it will also refer readers back to Sir Wilfred's two great books, and to sentences as lovely as this: Memories of that first visit to the Marshes have never left me:(8) firelight on a half-turned face, the crying of geese, duck ★flighting[16] in to feed, a boy's voice singing somewhere in the dark, canoes moving in procession down a waterway, the setting sun seen crimson through the smoke of burning reed-beds, narrow waterways that wound still deeper into the Marshes.

但愿这本传记也能让读者重新想起威福瑞那两本伟大著作，想起这些动人的语句：&沼泽地的第一次旅行始终萦怀：映照在侧头而望的脸上的火光，群鹅的鸣叫，结对飞入觅食的鸭子，黑暗某处男孩的歌声，顺水而行的独木舟，透过芦苇垫燃烧发出的浓烟看到那绯红的落日，狭窄的河道蜿蜒而入沼泽深处。&★★★NOTES 注释★★★ [1]Wilfred Thesiger：威福瑞塞西格，毕业于牛津大学，既是一名冒险家，也是一名出色的军人。

As she looked at Warrington's manly face, and dark, melancholy eyes, she had settled in her mind that he must have been the victim of an unhappy attachment.

每逢看到沃林顿那刚毅的脸，那乌黑、忧郁的眼睛，她便会相信，他一定作过不幸的爱情的受害者。

Maybe they'll disappear into a pothole.

也许他们将在壶穴里消失