一阵

But I had no sooner commenced than a perfect pandemonium of voices reached my ears, a thousand clamoring notes from without and within, until I could hear nothing but their noise and din.

我一开始，便有一阵喧噪的声浪送进我的耳鼓来，有的是从外面来的，有的是从里面来的，成千的喊声吵得我除了这些闹声以外，听不见一点别的声音。

Going over If we ride a ripple of camels And surge on the vast desert deep in sleep, If a bunch of rings light and low Rip into the loneliness of twilight, We will put up tents everywhere, And let hardship be spawned into deep sleep Acid and sweet, a big block of thickness That can soak every pore of our bodies; Don't care whether we can dream of the oasis, For we will have been fuddled; We will not have to do anything if stealthily buried by A cyclone with sands and stones.

14远行如果乘一线骆驼的波纹涌上了沉睡的大漠，当一串又轻又小的铃声穿进了黄昏的寂寞，我们便随地搭起了蓬帐，让辛苦酿成了酣眠，又酸又甜，浓浓的一大块，把我们浑身都浸过；不用管能不能梦见绿洲，反正是我们已烂醉；一阵飓风抱沙石来偷偷把我们埋了也干脆。

And remembering my wife, I felt a sudden pang of homesickness for the things I never thought I would get accustomed to: the smell of Parmesan cheese sprinkled over freshly cooked pasta, the pleasure in hearing the double "r" of my adopted name pronounced effortlessly, the strength of full-flavored coffee taken black ("American-style" they called it here) in the morning, my wife's long limbs downed softly with hair only slightly darker than the color of forsythias.

忆起妻，我感到一阵突然的思乡之痛，为我从没想过的习以为常：刚出炉的面食上撤著的巴马干酪的香味、听到不费力地发出我的美国名字中两个"R"时的愉悦、早晨不加牛奶原味咖啡的魅力、妻长长的四肢及披散著的比连翘稍黑的柔发。

Love is smoke raised with the fume of sighs...

爱情是叹息吹起的一阵烟。。。

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of signs.

爱是叹息吹起的一阵烟。

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs.

爱情是叹息吹起的一阵烟。

She was in one of her wild furies.

她在一阵愤怒当中。

After panting for a few minutes, he turned in the direction where the fusillade was raging, lifted his left hand to a level with his nose and thrust it forward three times, as he slapped the back of his head with his right hand; an imperious gesture in which Parisian street-urchindom has condensed French irony, and which is evidently efficacious, since it has already lasted half a century.

喘过一阵气以后，他转向枪声紧密的地方，把左手举到鼻子的高度，向前连送三次，同时用右手敲着自己的后脑勺，这是巴黎的野孩们从法国式的讽刺中提炼出来的藐视一切的姿势，并且效果显然是良好的，因为它迄今已风行了半个世纪。

Spinning futilely at first, the drivers of the engine at last caught the rails.

那机车的主动轮起先转了一阵也没有用处，可到底咬住了路轨啦。

But his scruples were in the end overruled? John Galt.

"对这项安排，我父亲的老式观念开始时犹豫了一阵，…但是最终他的不安被推翻了"。

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。