冰冷的

II 15 Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, 16 Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, 17 Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, 18 Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread 19 On the blue surface of thine a{:e}ry surge, 20 Like the bright hair uplifted from the head 21 Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge 22 Of the horizon to the zenith's height, 23 The locks of the approaching storm.

你无形，但枯死的落叶被你横扫，有如鬼魅碰到了巫师，纷纷逃避：黄的，黑的，灰的，红得像患肺痨，呵，重染疫疠的一群：西风呵，是你以车驾把有翼的种子催送到黑暗的冬床上，它们就躺在那里，像是墓中的死穴，冰冷，深藏，低贱，直等到春天，你碧空的姊妹吹起她的喇叭，在沉睡的大地上响遍，（唤出嫩芽，象羊群一样，觅食空中）将色和香充满了山峰和平原。

Her skin is cold, and clammy; her eyes are the colour of sky, on the grey, wet days that leach the world of colour and meaning; her voice is little more than a whisper, and while she has no odour, her shadow smells musky, and pungent, like the skin of a snake.

绝望的皮肤是冰冷而湿粘的；她的双眼有着灰暗潮湿的、足以将世间的色彩与意义滤去的日子里的天空的颜色；她的声音很小，其音量只比耳语略大一些；虽然她自身并没有气味，她所投下的影子散发出一股刺鼻的麝香，让你联想起一条蛇的外皮。

Once a little bit, incoherent drunk-breaking pictures: spring rain, you and I circle the playground tireless running, he served as strands of rain drift stick in our hair, the clothes also does not matter, the most beautiful is not the rainy day, who have escaped the rain with your roof; the sun or bright summer, and you get along so natural, tacit understanding hundred percent, when you, in my side, happy easy, I heard a gentle breeze in the breathing, clear up in days Good quiet; autumn pond, you and I in the water next to pick up a fallen leaves, and carefully buried them good, cold winter, we take each other out, in order to wait for it in every one evening sunset ......

曾经的一点点，支离破醉的画面：春天的细雨中，你和我在操场一圈一圈不知疲倦地跑步，任雨丝沾在我们的发上、衣服上也无所谓，最美的不是下雨天，是曾与你躲过的雨的屋檐；阳光还是灿烂的夏天，和你相处那么的自然，默契百分百，当你，在我的身边，快乐变得简单，听见微风在呼吸，放晴的天好平静；秋天的池塘边，你和我在水旁，拾起一片片落叶，小心翼翼地将它们埋好，冬天的冰冷里，我们彼此取明，为等它于每一个黄昏日落

In that familiar with the local Qing Huan with you Wind came in your breath Clouds Yingzhuo your Xiaoyi Lin Xiang Wei dependencies in the birds I was lonely I am waiting for you back The child opened the window I rely on to I am waiting for you back With pure charisma Like a child Filled with clothes on your memory What a clear night's dream Cold dawn only sigh How do you forget Blur the border without Xiangzhuo nights floating melody in the ears of the non-stop convolution / The thoughts can be carried rainband I find you Although a dream worth mentioning Would rather give up freedom of loneliness How would like to seize your hands Spring and summer autumn and winter of your commitment I will be waiting

在那熟悉的地方轻唤着你风里传来你的呼吸云里映着你的笑意林里的鸟相偎相依我却孤寂我等你回来把那窗儿打开向我依赖我等你回来带着纯真的风采宛如小孩衣上装满你的记忆夜里的梦多么清晰冰冷黎明只剩叹息如何忘你迷离的夜飘响着无边境的旋律在耳边旋绕不停能不能载着思绪的雨带我找你纵然是梦想也罢宁愿寂寞放弃自由怎样也想抓住你的手春夏秋冬你的承诺我会守候谁能把它翻译成英语，不要用翻译网站翻译。。高手指点，谢谢

Jan sleeves get fragrance, pull all the surprises with your relative, trembling with your name engraved on the Sansei stone, my heart printed on your left atrium, no time to cover up, no time to decorate, and all like naughty autumn rain, kiss of our brow, The eyes of us in the fall, although some of the cold, yet they shy turn around, for us, it tears.

扬袖弄馨香，挽过所有的惊喜与你相对，颤抖着把你的名字刻在三生石上，把我的心跳印在你的左心房，来不及掩饰，来不及装点，一切有如调皮的秋雨，亲吻我们的额头，落在我们的双眸中，虽有些冰冷，却要羞怯转身，为我们，它落泪了。

Her latish works look more grave and frosty with hard curves and convex levels which reflect on edges and corners of modern cities as well as on how "love", a gentle and soft word, becomes metallike coldness after being structurized.

稍后的创作更强调边线，有着&硬边&的冷峻和&凸起&的层次，对应着的则是&当代都市中的棱角&，以及对于&爱这个温柔而热烈的字眼，逐渐被结构化之后的'冰冷'属性&的深刻反省。

They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing, they most do show, Who moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow: They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense, Tibey are the lords and owners of their faces, Others, but stewards of their excellence: The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to it self, it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds, Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.

谁有力量损害人而不这样干，谁不做人以为他们爱做的事，谁使人动情，自己却石头一般，冰冷，无动于衷，对诱惑能抗拒——谁就恰当地承受上天的恩宠，善于贮藏和保管造化的财富；他们才是自己美貌的主人翁，而别人只是自己姿色的家奴。夏天的花把夏天熏得多芳馥，虽然对自己它只自开又自落，但是那花若染上卑劣的病毒，最*的野草也比它高贵得多：极香的东西一腐烂就成极臭，烂百合花比野草更臭得难受。

The self-media is an autonomous﹐individual entity that produces and broadcasts informational materials outside the professional sphere of the mass media.4 It was theorized as early as 1973 by Jean Cloudier﹐ a sociologist of communications from Quebec who﹐ in the face of Marshall McLuhan's cool 〝The Medium is the Message﹐〞proposed a humanist alternative to place man once again at the center of the communicational network.

自助媒体是一个独立的个体，它在大众传媒的职业圈子以外，制作和发行一种信息材料。它于1973年被加拿大魁北克省的传播社会学家让·克鲁迪埃作为一种理论提出来，面对马歇尔·马克鲁汉的《媒介即信息》的冰冷理论，（4）克鲁迪埃建议采用一种代替位于传播网络中心的更为人道主义的替代者。

And when she grew cold in my arms I arose, and sought out the well-filled pouch, and girt on my snowshoes, and staggered along the trail; for there was a weakness in my knees, and my head was dizzy, and in my ears there was a roaring, and a flashing of fire upon my eyes.

等到她在我怀里变得冰冷之后，我就起来，找着那个装得满满的口袋，套上我的雪鞋，摇摇晃晃的赶路，因为这时候，我的腿软了，我的头晕得厉害，我的耳朵里好像有一种吼声，我的眼睛前面尽是一闪一闪的火光。

Let's remember our first tear shared for that old lover, remember that heartbroken bitterness on that stone-cold night, remember the promises vanished with the wind, remember that person who you used to put your heart and soul in his/her palm.

让我们回忆为昔日的爱人第一次流下的眼泪，回忆在某个冰冷如石的夜晚那令人心碎的伤感，回忆那些早已随风飘散的誓言，回忆那个你曾经心甘情愿地将自己的灵魂托在他掌心的人……为什么？

They weren't aggressive, but I yelled and threw a rock in their direction to get them off the trail and away from me, just in case.

他们没有侵略性，但我大喊，并在他们的方向扔石头让他们过的线索，远离我，以防万一。

In slot 2 in your bag put wrapping paper, quantity does not matter in this case.

在你的书包里槽2把包装纸、数量无关紧要。