冬日

As the flakes that fall thick upon a winter's day, when Jove is minded to snow and to display these his arrows to mankind- he lulls the wind to rest, and snows hour after hour till he has buried the tops of the high mountains, the headlands that jut into the sea, the grassy plains, and the tilled fields of men; the snow lies deep upon the forelands, and havens of the grey sea, but the waves as they come rolling in stay it that it can come no further, though all else is wrapped as with a mantle so heavy are the heavens with snow- even thus thickly did the stones fall on one side and on the other, some thrown at the Trojans, and some by the Trojans at the Achaeans; and the whole wall was in an uproar.

像冬日里的一场大雪，下得纷纷扬扬，密密匝匝――其时，统治世界的宙斯卷来飞落的雪花，对凡人显耀攻战的声势。他罢息风力，一个劲地猛下雪片，覆盖了山岳中迭起的峰峦和突兀的岩壁，覆盖了多草的低地和农人精耕的良田，飘落在灰蓝的海波里，遍洒在港湾和滩沿上，只有汹涌的长浪可以冲破它的封围，其余的一切全被蒙罩在白帐下，顶着宙斯卷来的大雪的压挤。就像这样，双方扔出的石块既多且密，有的飞向特洛伊人，还有的出自特洛伊人之手，扔向阿开亚人，整道护墙发出震耳欲聋的巨响。

But as we sat on an empty fruit crate in the living-room, staring at the beloved walls with their unbleached rectangles where the pictures and mirrors had been, staring at the radiators whose first winter whisperings we will not hear this year, we knew that not even the stalwart movers could wrench loose something that was still there, invisible and ineradicable; we knew that people must inevitably leave something of themselves behind----something besides the mere residue of dust and bent paper clips and fallen coat hangers.

可是当我们坐在一个空空的水果箱子上审视着那钟爱的墙壁，看到原本挂着照片、镜子的地方现在只留下未曾被涂白的痕迹的时候；当我们看着暖炉，想到再也不会听到它在冬日里第一次咝咝作响的时候；我们终于知晓，即使最坚定的搬家者亦会因那些留下的东西而黯然神伤，那些东西有的是无形的，有的带不走了；我们终于知晓，除了那些残留的灰尘，弯折的回形针和落地的衣架之外，人们还是不可避免地会留下些什么。

Like vast clouds of steam from thermal springs in winter the years of things unsaid and now unsayable -- admissions, declarations, shames, guilts, fears -- rose around them.

宛若冬日温泉蒸腾而起的大团雾气，多年未曾出口的言语以及此刻难以出口的话──承认、宣布、羞惭、愧疚、恐惧──团团包围住两人。

Mr. Zheng, 50, stood in his field on a recent winter day, in one hand a shrunken wheat plant freshly pulled from the earth.

最近的一个冬日，50岁的郑先生站在他的地里，一只手拿着刚从土地里拔出的枯萎的麦苗。

In a quiet winter night, I sat in front of the computer with his hand and gently tap the keyboard, recording the life years in bit by bit, a kind of world, such as those who passed away the feeling, the total was merciless years, such as fleeting and quickly while the too, but today, can really only left with the lead and the last paper, electricity and fire rings, and can record the life of today's memoirs, brought us to an unlimited reverie and deep thoughts.

在一个冬日静寂的夜晚，我坐在电脑前，用手轻轻地敲打着键盘，记述着人生岁月中的点点滴滴，有种世者如逝的感觉，总感到岁月无情，如白驹过隙，匆匆而过，而今天真正能够留下的只有过去用铅与纸，电与火所能记载的人生年轮和今日的回忆录，带给我们的却是无限遐想与深深的思念。

And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup; And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress.

在冬日，当你斟酒的时候，你的心要对每一杯酒歌唱；让那歌曲成为一首纪念秋天和葡萄园以及榨酒之歌。

In the winter the cold winds whistle, there is hugged like two sleepy hedgehogs heating break.

在冷风瑟瑟的冬日里，有两只困倦的刺猬想要相拥取暖休息。

Swear by those horsemen, by those women Complexion and form prove superhuman, That pale, long-visaged company That air in immortality Completeness of their passions won; Now they ride the wintry dawn Where Ben Bulben sets the scene.

凭着那些骑士、女人——体形和肤色都证明了他们真是超人，起誓说，脸色苍白、面容瘦长的伴侣，永远、永远充满了生机的空气，赢得了他们激情的完整；此刻，他们疾驶在冬日的黎明，本布尔本山是他们身后的景致。

The Ko Part 1 rova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto,and you may,O my brothers,have forgotten what these mestos were like,things changing so skorry these days and everybody very quick to forget,newspapers not being read much neither.

这是个既阴冷又昏暗的冬日，阴沉沉的，讨厌透了；幸亏没下雨∶柯罗瓦奶吧是个奶杂店，弟兄们哪，你们可能忘了这种店铺的模样；如今世道变化快，大家忘性也大，报纸也不大有人看了。

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly alters from the summer cottons into its winter wools.

树叶飘落，起风了，田野中夏日的棉花变成了冬日里如羊毛般的白雪。

In the negative and interrogative forms, of course, this is identical to the non-emphatic forms.

。但是，在否定句或疑问句里，这种带有"do"的方法表达的效果却没有什么强调的意思。

Go down on one's knees;kneel down

屈膝跪下。。。下跪祈祷