仿佛

Bennigsen was warmly manifesting his Russian patriotism (Kutuzov could not listen to him without wincing), by insisting on the defence of Moscow.

他大部分时间听一个小组的谈话，然后神情沮丧地——仿佛他们谈的完全不是他想了解的那样，——转过身去。

Araktcheev was a trusty administrator, a stern upholder of discipline, and careful of the safety of the Tsar. Bennigsen was a land-holder in the neighbourhood, and seemed to feel it his function to entertain the Tsar there; while he was in reality, too, a good general, useful as an adviser, and useful to have in readiness to replace Barclay at any time.

阿拉克切耶夫是忠实的执行人，秩序的维持者，是皇帝的侍卫；贝尼格森是维尔纳省的地主，他仿佛在尽地主之谊Les honneurs，而实际上是一个优秀的将军，能够出谋划策，随时可替代巴克雷。

Companies, government, BMW Benz, it is far things seem to be no matter.

公司，政府，宝马大奔，那是遥远的事情，仿佛可以不管。

But when Cosette was leaving him in the evening, to betake herself to bed, he heard her say in a low voice, and as though talking to herself:"It seems to me, that if I were to find one of those men in my pathway, oh, my God, I should die merely from the sight of him close at hand."

不过到了晚上，当珂赛特离开他去睡觉时，他听到她轻轻地，仿佛自言自语地说："我感到，要是我在我的一生中遇上一个那样的人，我的天主啊，只要我走近去看一眼，我便会送命的！"

With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling he between whiles, as if they were falling to pieces at the large joints.

几匹马低着头、摇着尾，踩着深深的泥泞前进着，时而歪斜，时而趔趄，仿佛要从大骨节处散了开来。正在查询外国名著例句，请稍等

But how much bibliograph is enough, enough for us to be informed there is a paper that would be similar to our "new" ideas.

还有那么个破屋子里面在玻璃上写出的名字，童话一样的氛围，却又仿佛就是我们的童年

Like the playful billow of the sea.

仿佛海洋嬉戏的涟漪。

This will only create biographical unease in the readers and send them back to the history books.

这只会让读者们觉得这是本传记而惴惴不安，仿佛把他们带回了历史书里去。

I seem to hear the dark and the moon in the quarrel, biotite, said:"You This is the moon, before you this out of the limelight, I had."

我仿佛听见黑云和月亮在争吵，黑云说："你这月亮，以前你出尽风头，这次该我出出风头了。"

You jab your forehead incessantly with a pen in the hope that this will encourage some sort of intelligent thought to flow from your brain to the paper via your biro.

你不停地用笔戳着前额，仿佛这样就能从大脑中汲取一些灵感，让它顺着圆珠笔流淌到卷面上似的。

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