呼啸

Howl of a billow and to, will little boy coiled the sea.

一个巨浪呼啸而至，将小男孩卷进了大海。

Her father would certainly beat her; besides, it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only the roof to cover them, through which the wind howled, although the largest holes had been stopped up with straw and rags.

她的父亲一定会打她，此外，在家里几乎也像在这里一样冷，因为家里除了屋顶，没有什么覆盖着他们，最大的窟窿虽然用稻草与破布堵住，但呼啸的寒风仍然从屋顶吹进来。

These days, the loud motorcycle you hear roaring past is likely to be a modified Harley-Davidson.

这些日子，你听到了响亮的摩托车呼啸而过可能是修改哈雷戴维森。

The spring, people will come out flying kites careful, make your body more thing - kites, is that it is you get ugly; early summer, the sun burning in your body, you still so honest, and upright standing body the lawn; fall, a group of children as your toys, crawling around on your body happy, happy to kick you, you will stand silent in the lawn; winter, the north wind howling, the snow lying one after another In your body, but is also not afraid of you.

春天，人们出来放风筝一不小心就会让你的身上多一样东西－风筝，是它是你变得难看；初夏，火辣辣的太阳照在你的身上，你还是那么老实，挺直身子站在草地上；秋天，一群孩子把你当成玩具，高兴在你的身上爬来爬去，不高兴就踢你，你还是不声不响的站在草坪上；冬天，北风呼啸，白雪纷纷躺在你的身上，你却一点也不怕。

Look out! rang out a frightened cry from a soldier, and like a bird, with swift, whirring wings alighting on the earth, a grenade dropped with a dull thud a couple of paces from Prince Andrey, near the major's horse.

当心！可以听见一个士兵惊慌的喊声，一颗带着呼啸声疾飞的榴弹，有如一只向地面俯冲下来的鸟，落在离安德烈公爵两步远的营长的战马旁边，发出砰的一声。

My chance came four days after my visit to Wuthering Heights.

我从呼啸山庄回来后过了四天时找到了一个机会。

Wuthering Heights is Emily Bronte's unique and splendid masterpiece and it is known as a Gothic novel.

呼啸山庄》是艾米莉·勃朗特独特辉煌的代表作，也是公认的哥特式小说。

The next morning we rode to Wuthering Heights.

第二天上午我们骑马去了呼啸山庄。

He was a capital hand at speculation and vingt-et-un, and all the merry round games, which kept the little circle round the cabin-lamp so deep in innocent amusement, that a hurricane might have howled overhead without their hearing it; but he freely owned that he had no talet for whist, and that he didn't know a knight from a castle upon the chess-board.

他在猜牌、打二十一点，以及一切热闹欢乐的游戏里都是个好手，游戏使这围着房舱灯火的一圈人埋头于天真的娱乐之中，飓风可能在他们的头上呼啸而过，他们却充耳不闻；但他痛快地承认自己对于玩惠斯特牌毫无天才，而在国际象棋的棋盘上，他连马和车也分不清楚。

FIRST, the songs. The light, infectious lilt of "Don't Stop Til You Get Enough". The sheer, vicious swoop of "Speed Demon". The soft, syncopated sadness of "Billie Jean", or the raucous shouts of "Bad".

先以歌论。那是&满意之前不停留&感人至深的轻快调；是《速度之魔》陡转凌厉的突变调；是《比莉·琼》温软而忧伤的切分调；还是《真棒》沙哑苦楚的呼啸。

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