哀伤地

As "The Song of Everlasting Sorrow" moves toward its violent, melodramatic and distressingly appropriate ending, readers may feel a Proustian nostalgia for the novel's lost time, a sadness that mirrors the melancholy that haunts Wang Qiyao and pervades the fascinating, mostly vanished longtang of Shanghai.

长恨歌》的结局暴力、传奇也令人哀伤，读者们也许会沉浸在小说里，像普鲁斯特般哀伤地缅怀流逝的岁月，同样使人感到哀伤的，是王琦瑶的命运，还有，上海那些迷人，但是消失殆尽的弄堂。

Now study the sad one a little closer. Try to pin down the exact quality of its sadness. Is it pessimistically sad or resignedly sad; is it fatefully sad or smilingly sad?

你这时再稍微仔细地研究一下这哀伤的主旋律，尽量设法指明其哀伤的确切性质，是悲观的哀伤还是与世无争的哀伤，是听天由命的哀伤还是苦甜参半的哀伤？

"Ah, laddie, laddie," said the friar mournfully, will you look at that now?

"啊，孩子，孩子，"修道士哀伤地说，你看到了没有？

Just as Shiki is about to open the next door, for a moment he sees the next room full of freshly severed cat heads, mewling plaintively at him.

就在志贵要把下一扇门打开的时候，在一瞬间他看见下一个房间放满了刚刚切下来的猫头，正向他哀伤地啜泣。

As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls, to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say,"The breath goes now," and some say,"No:" So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love.

有德之人安祥地逝世，对自己的灵魂轻轻地说声走，有些哀伤的朋友说："他已经离去"，有些说没有。让我们默默地溶化吧，没有滔滔泪水，也没有狂暴的叹息，我们的爱情不必让俗人知道，而亵渎那神圣的欢愉。

Arthas stared raptly at it, his hands almost physically aching to grasp it, his fingers to wrap themselves around the hilt, his arms to feel the weapon swinging smoothly in the blow that would end Mal'Ganis, end the torment he had visited upon the people of Lordaeron, end this lust for revenge.

阿尔萨斯全神贯注地注视着它，他用双手甚至全身狠狠地抓住了剑，十指紧紧地握住剑柄，他的部队仿佛看到了挥舞的霜之哀伤将制裁梅尔甘尼斯，拯救他所深爱的洛丹伦人民，熄灭复仇的火焰。

Actually, I have been liking you, is only you had not detected, when you tacitly approve to me you like her, I have how sadly.

实际上，我喜欢您，是只有您未查出，当您心照不宣地批准给您喜欢她时的我，我有多么哀伤地。

Emil shook his head and said rather sadly, You have extravagant ideas, my dear.

艾米尔摇摇头，有点哀伤地说：你的想法太不切实际了，亲爱的。

The Leaves were torn and so was he, as he tried to follow her trace. A winterly wind embraced his throat and tried its best to strangle. What kept him going was what had left him. It was what he couldn't keep. Kept hunting ancient traces, following flickering lights. This ghost was sculpted by his desire to say goodbye. Could left the hollow sky, as it swallowed all its sorrow. Nearly breathless, he grasped the nearest branch. The voice reappeared, and now he felt sure that it was her, so he did his best to force his feet along. A scarlet dress in the wind. Shadows on stumps of once mighty trees spread rumors of her presence. Looked into her eyes and took her hand. This imagined warm touch was his relief. Kneeling at her feet, ready for his sleep. Had no longer wish to arise. Put her arm around him, no more cries. Slept there until the fierce cold awoke to erase all tracks of life.

在这强烈的欲望下他离开前去探索秋天的水滴落在颤抖的落叶上那夏天启程时的鲜红那幽深黑暗中的脆弱他就像那些落叶那样哀伤当他追逐她的足迹的时候无情的冷风袭向他的喉咙就像想要死死掐住他那样那让他还要继续的原因是他想要找回自己曾失去的东西那个他曾没能够紧紧拥抱住的东西继续在远古的足迹上前行追逐着那闪烁不定的光这些在他渴望中的幽灵似乎在向他说再见多想能离开这空洞的天空就像它吞下那所有的哀伤几乎无法呼吸但当他抓住他身旁的溪流时那个声音再次出现了现在他知道一定就是她了于是他竭尽全力向前走去一身红色的衣服在风中飘荡美丽的身影映在大树之下周围传播着她到场的风声注视着她双眼紧握住她的双手这梦般的景象拂去他所有的痛苦他跪倒在她脚下，心甘情愿地睡去永远不愿醒来与她相拥在在一起，永远不再哭泣就这样睡着直到严寒到来抹去他那漫漫人生的长路

I can recall creating an owl and a butterfly but, sadly, cannot remember how to do them now.

我召回创造猫头鹰和蝴蝶，但是不可能，哀伤地，记住如何现在做他们。

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