呼啸

Train roaring past, and took a life, but also took Haizi far the most obnoxious evil.

火车呼啸而过了，带走了一个生命，也带走了海子最最厌恶的罪恶。

The white men knew they were outmatched and withdrew their red light.

那三人知道不是对手，立刻收起红光，呼啸一声，四下奔窜。

Long after night had overclouded the prospect, I heard a wild wind rushing amongst trees.

渐渐地，夜幕遮盖了一切景物。又过了很久，我听见狂风开始在林中呼啸。

The afternoon came on wet and somewhat misty: as it waned into dusk, I began to feel that we were getting very far indeed from Gateshead: we ceased to pass through towns; the country changed; great grey hills heaved up round the horizon: as twilight deepened, we descended a valley, dark with wood, and long after night had overclouded the prospect, I heard a wild wind rushing amongst trees.

下午，天气潮湿，雾气迷蒙。白昼溶入黄昏时，我开始感到离开盖茨黑德真的很远了。我们再也没有路过城镇，乡村的景色也起了变化，一座座灰色的大山耸立在地平线上。暮色渐浓，车子驶进一个山谷，那里长着黑乎乎一片森林。夜幕遮盖了一切景物之后很久，我听见狂风在林中呼啸。

And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves.

后来，夜的到来带来了呼啸的北风，雨点不停地拍打着窗子，雨水从低垂的荷兰式屋檐上流泻下来。

When the cacophony grew too much to bear, I remounted and pedalled furiously, banshees screaming past my ears, my feet assuming a clockwork of their own.

营造起来，就像是不和谐的音乐。当我再也不能忍受那刺耳的声音的时候，我重新上了车，拼命地踩着踏板。我仿佛听见女妖的尖叫，在我的耳边呼啸而过。

When the cacophony grew too much to bear, I remounted and pedalled furiously, banshee s screaming past my ears, my feet assuming a clockwork of their own.

当我再也不能忍受那刺耳的声音的时候，我重新上了车，拼命地踩着踏板。我仿佛听见女妖的尖叫，在我的耳边呼啸而过。我的脚上了发条似地自动踩踏着。

When the cacophony grew too much to bear, I remounted and pedalled furiously, banshees screaming past my ears, my feet assuming a clockwork of their own.

当我再也不能忍受那刺耳的声音的时候，我重新上了车，拼命地踩着踏板。我仿佛听见女妖的尖叫，在我的耳边呼啸而过。我的脚上了发条似地自动踩踏着。

Going through the Bois I looked at all the rich cunts promenading in their limousines. They were whizzing by as if they had some destination.

穿过波伊思时我看着所有坐在高级轿车里出风头的阔娘儿们，她们呼啸而过，仿佛有一个目的地似的。

And there now appeared an enormous fireball which breathed and pulsated, ready at any moment to explode into millions of blazing particles. An instant ...

最后，一个巨大的火球呼啸而来，燃烧着震动着，仿佛随时都将爆炸分裂成无数的燃烧的碎片。

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