仙境的 - 网络例句 - 英语人，englisher

As to the formation and evolution of the motives in classical fictions, our viewpoints are: the FuXi custom had engendered an extremely rich repertory of motives, such as JianDi pregnancy legend in the Shang Dynasty, which was the earliest form of the "Swan Maiden" type stories in the world. This type of the story later in the Jin Dynasty evolved into the Maiden-bird type story, which again involved into many other stories in which maidens took the shape of an egret, a swallow, a snail, a tigress, a fairy maiden or a girl in lotus leaves. The custom of HanShi or QingMing may be embodied in the stories about encountering with a girl reviving from a tomb. The dragon in classical fictions may be disguised into an ox or trees, whose fight on fifth of May was a counterevidence of DuanWu.

至于古小说母题的生成和演化方面，我们也许可以认识到：以上巳为主的祓禊风俗产生了最为丰富的小说故事母题，如殷商时期的简翟生子传说是世界上最早的"天鹅处女"型故事，它在晋代又演化为女鸟故事；而那些鹤女、鹄女、鹭女、燕女、螺女、虎女、荷衣女等故事，则在不同程度上是"天鹅处女"型故事的变型型式；在同异境女子遇合的故事中，郑交甫神遇江妃二女、世间男子巧遇仙境女子的故事都包藏着上巳习俗的内涵，而幽婚故事更多地带有寒食、清明风俗的痕迹；古代盛传的金牛故事、青牛故事不但可以归属龙类故事，而且在很大程度上与端午厌胜蛟龙的巫术有关，至于龙斗故事则明显地和端午习俗相联系，甚至可以由此反证端午驱龙的本意。

I don't know anything better than that, she thought of dainty dinners, of shining silverware, of tapestry which peopled the walls with ancient personages and with strange birds flying in the midst of a fairy forest; and she thought of delicious dishes served on marvelous plates, and of the whispered gallantries which you listen to with a sphinx-like smile, while you are eating the pink flesh of a trout or the wings of a quail.

世上哪有比这更好的东西……的时候，她便想到那些精美的筵席、发亮的银餐具和挂在四壁的壁毯，上面织着古代人物和仙境森林中的异鸟珍禽；她也想到那些盛在名贵碟里的佳肴；她也想到一边吃着粉红色的鲈鱼肉或松鸡的翅膀，一边带着莫测高深的微笑听着男友低诉绵绵情话的情镜。

I don't know anything better than that, she thought of dainty dinners, of shining silverware, of tapestry that peopled the walls with ancient personages and with strange birds flying in the midst of a fairy forest; and she thought of delicious dishes served on marvellous plates and of the whispered gallantries to which you listen with a sphinxlike smile while you are eating the pink meat of a trout or the wings of a quail.

好肉汤！世上没有比它更好的……因此她又梦想那些丰盛精美的筵席了，梦想那些光辉灿烂的银器皿了，梦想那些满绣着仙境般的园林和其间的古装仕女以及古怪飞禽的壁衣了；她梦想那些用名贵的盘子盛着的佳肴美味了，梦想那些在吃着一份肉色粉红的鲈鱼或者一份松鸡翅膀的时候带着朗爽的微笑去细听的情话了。

Nestled in a leafy grove is a white marble temple of love and a fake-peasant hamlet that was the pet project of the days before the revolution , she retreated further and further from her blue-blooded reality , ending uo at the hamlet, where she could tend her perfumed sheep and manicured gardens in a hatch-happy wonderland.

树叶掩映下的是一座白色大理石爱情殿堂，还有一个冒充农夫的&哈姆雷特&，它是玛丽-安托尼特喜爱的项目。在大革命前的日子里，她越来越逃避她的贵族血统的现实，最终定居在哈姆雷特。在那里，她可以在一个有茅草屋顶的幸福仙境中，照看其香喷喷的羊群与精心修剪的花园。

Nestled in a leafy grove is a white marble temple of love and a fake-peasant hamlet that was the pet project of marie-antoinette.in the days before the revolution , she retreated further and further from her blue-blooded reality , ending uo at the hamlet, where she could tend her perfumed sheep and manicured gardens in a hatch-happy wonderland.

树叶掩映下的是一座白色大理石爱情殿堂，还有一个冒充农夫的&哈姆雷特&，它是玛丽-安托尼特喜爱的项目。在大革命前的日子里，她越来越逃避她的贵族血统的现实，最终定居在哈姆雷特。在那里，她可以在一个有茅草屋顶的幸福仙境中，照看其香喷喷的羊群与精心修剪的花园。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor building lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campaniles, and the warehouse are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy –land is before us ----then the way farer has tens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceases 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.

每当傍晚，那富有诗意的迷雾便如面纱一般笼罩着溪边，陈旧的房屋消失在朦胧的天空，高高的烟囱犹似一座座钟楼，幢幢库房恍如夜间的宫殿，整座城市悬在空中，宛若仙境展现在我们眼前。此时此刻，路上的行人匆匆赶路回家，无论是劳动者还是饱读经书者，智慧者还是寻求乐趣者，只因为他们再也看不见什么，也就不能有所理解。而这时已经开始歌唱的大自然便把自己微妙的歌唱给艺术家，他既是她的儿子也是她的主人。说是她的儿子是因为爱他，说是她的主人是因为理解他。

She imagined delicate meals, gleaming silver, tapestries peopling the walls with folk of a past age and strange birds in faery forests; she imagined delicate food served in marvellous dishes, murmured gallantries, listened to with an inscrutable smile as one trifled with the rosy flesh of trout or wings of asparagus chicken.

好肉汤！世上没有比它更好的……因此她又梦想那些丰盛精美的筵席了，梦想那些光辉灿烂的银器皿了，梦想那些满绣着仙境般的园林和其间的古装仕女以及古怪飞禽的壁衣了；她梦想那些用名贵的盘子盛着的佳肴美味了，梦想那些在吃着一份肉色粉红的鲈鱼或者一份松鸡翅膀的时候带着朗爽的微笑去细听的情话了。

She imagined delicate meals, gleaming silver, tapestries peopling the walls with folk of a past age and strange birds in faery forests; she imagined delicate food served in marvellous dishes, murmured gallantries, listened to with an inscrutable smile as one trifled with the rosy flesh of trout or wings of asparagus chicken.

世上哪有比这更好的东西……的时候，她便想到那些精美的筵席、发亮的银餐具和挂在四壁的壁毯，上面织着古代人物和仙境森林中的异鸟珍禽；她也想到那些盛在名贵碟里的佳肴；她也想到一边吃着粉红色的鲈鱼肉或松鸡的翅膀，一边带着莫测高深的微笑听着男友低诉绵绵情话的情镜。

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.

当夜间的水气用诗歌的外衣覆盖住河岸时，河岸就像披着面纱般。破旧的房屋在昏暗的天空下消失不见了，高耸的烟囱变成了希腊神殿，仓库成了夜晚的宫殿，整个城市悬居在空中，仙境就在我们面前----旅人快步往家赶；上班的人和学生们，博学和玩乐的人们在他们停止去看的那一刻开始就停止了理解，而自然，如果说曾唱过歌的话，那就是独独向艺术家，她的儿子及主宰者一展过那美妙的歌喉---对她的儿子是因为他爱她，对它的主宰者是因为他了解她。

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.

到了晚上，薄雾用诗歌穿上了一层面纱，矮小的建筑迷失在昏暗的天空下，高大的烟囱变得更加突兀，仓库置于夜色中，整个城市悬挂在天空中，所谓的人间仙境就在我们眼前——旅客也因此加快了回家了脚步；无论是工人、知识分子，还是哲人或者消遣的人，都停止了思考，仿佛他们已经不再看得到。这一次自然唱得是那么优美动听，她为艺术家一人唱着优美的歌曲。把他当做她的孩子，她的家长——之所以说她的孩子是因为他爱她，而说是她的家长是因为他懂她。