不能以言语表达的

But I was still excited at that time. I can remember that therewas an old worn-out hooker, grounded on the beach. Its sail was hauled down, leavinga bare mast piercing into the sky lonely; and there were many little crabs staying in the sand. The forane sky was dark and deep. Awaiting the next high tide, the seawater surged anxiously, like a huge wing raising up and beating down forcefully, catharsising the anxiety accumulated in a long time. The aesthetic and decadencefeelingof the movement was beyond description; thespoondrift bursting out was smashed to pieces, like fluff torn from the wings. Water vapor danced all over the sky, not blowed on the face, rather enwrapped the whole body. The fishy sea wind bored intoone's lungs without notice to finish the baptism of sea for you.

不过当时也仍然让我兴奋不已，记得沙滩上搁浅着一只破旧的渔船，船上的帆被卸下耷拉在一边，剩着一根光秃秃的桅杆刺向天空；也有许多小螃蟹在沙里歇息，远处的天边昏暗深沉，即将涨潮的海水涌动不安，如一只巨大的鸟儿翅膀一般有力的掀起又拍下，宣泄着已经蕴含很久的力量，那动作的优美和颓废感真不是言语所能表达；迸出来的浪花极细碎，仿若被从翅膀上撕下的细绒，水汽漫天飞舞，不是扑面而来，简直是把人整个的包裹住，带着腥气的海风不由分说地钻入肺叶，以完成大海对你的洗礼。

The peril of prayerlessness, then, is a peril sensed by the spiritually alert rather than a peril taught by the verbally adept.

不祷告的危险，仅能被灵里警醒者直接感受到，而不能以任何言语去表达。

Plunder melds and run with this jewel!

掠夺melds和运行与此宝石！

My dream is to be a crazy growing tree and extend at the edge between the city and the forest.

此刻，也许正是在通往天国的路上，我体验着这白色的晕旋。