唱出

Then Steven Gerrard, Liverpool's captain, lifted the trophy, and behind the Cantonese chatter of the TV commentators I could just make out 40,000 Liverpudlian voices singing their club's anthem, And that's when I started to cry.

接着，利物浦队长杰拉德举起了奖杯，从电视评论员喋喋不休的广东话中，我能分辨出有4万名利物浦球迷在唱着俱乐部的队歌"你永远不会孤行"。

II Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loosing clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread In the blue surface of thing a? ry surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of theapproaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulcher, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

二在你的湍流中，在高空的骚动中，纷乱的云块就像飘零飞坠的叶子，你从天空和海洋相互交错的树丛，抖落出传送雷雨以及闪电的天使；在你的气流波涛的蔚蓝色的表面，恰似酒神女祭司的头上竖起缕缕，亮闪闪的青丝，从朦胧的地平线，一直到苍天的顶端，全都披散著，即将来临的一场暴风骤雨的发卷，你就是唱给垂死岁月的一曲挽歌，四合的夜幕，是巨大墓陵的拱顶，它建构於由你所集聚而成的气魄，可是从你坚固的气势中将会喷迸黑雨、电火以及冰雹；哦，请听！

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. Thou dirge 24 Of the dying year, to which this closing night 25 Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, 26 Vaulted with all thy congregated might 27 Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere 28 Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!

二 在你的湍流中，在高空的骚动中，纷乱的云块就像飘零飞坠的叶子，你从天空和海洋相互交错的树丛抖落出传送雷雨以及闪电的天使；在你的气体波涛的蔚蓝色的表面，恰似酒神女祭司的头上竖起缕缕亮闪闪的青丝，从朦胧的地平线一直到苍天的顶端，全都披散着即将来临的一场暴风骤雨的发卷，你就是唱给垂死岁月的一曲挽歌，四合的夜幕，是巨大墓陵的拱顶，它建构于由你所集聚而成的气魄，可是从你坚固的气势中将会喷迸黑雨、电火以及冰雹；哦，请听！

But instead of relapsing into the global imbalances that prevailed before the crisis, a new modus vivendi is possible: America could offset the inflow of capital from foreign central banks with an outflow of capital of its own.

但是不必重蹈危机前"唱主流"的贸易失衡的覆辙，一出崭新的权益之计是可能的：美国可以利用本国的资本外流来抵消掉外国央行的资金流入。

And after a song of praise to God, they went out to the Mountain of Olives.

26：30 他们唱了诗，就出来往橄榄山去。

And when they had sung an hymn, they went out into the mount of Olives.

26：30 他们唱了诗，就出来往橄榄山去。

And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.

他们唱了诗，就出来往橄榄山去。

Its bed is left a faded paper sheet Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat--A brook to none but who remember long. This as it will be seen is other far Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.

留下溪床，一张褪色的纸片上面满是枯死的叶子，被晒得粘贴在一起¨¨除了记性好的以外，谁也认不出这是一条溪流可以想见的是，这条溪流与一路唱着流向其它地方的许多溪流是太不相同了。

A good debater is not necessarily an effective vote-getter: you can find a hole in your opponent's argument through which you could drive a coach and four ringing jingle bells all the way, and thrill at the crystallization of a truth wrung out from a bloody dialogue -- which, however, may warm only you and your muse, while the smiling paralogist has in the meantime made votes by the tens of thousands.

一个好的辩论家未必能有效的得到选票：你可以从你的对手的论点中找出破绽，从中你能一路唱着得胜歌赢得辩论，不过，这可能只是自娱自乐，那个逻辑不通的辩论对手此时已经通过脸上的微笑赢得了成千上万的选票。

Singing birds and flowers perchance have begun to appear here, for flowers as well as weeds follow in the footsteps of man. These hemlocks whispered over his head, these hickory logs were his fuel, and these pitch pine roots kindled his fire; yonder fuming rill in the hollow, whose thin and airy vapor still ascends as busily as ever, though he is far off now, was his well. These hemlock boughs, and the straw upon this raised platform, were his bed, and this broken dish held his drink. But he not been here this season, for the phoebes built their nest upon this shelf last summer.

小鸟唱着歌，可能由于樵夫的脚下总粘着花种，所以山中野花也会在小屋内盛开，铁杉在他的头上低语，核桃树是他的燃料，松脂供他点火；樵夫虽然远去，但他平日汲水的小溪依旧如故，不停地冒着和空气差不多稀薄的蒸汽；那些由铁衫枝丫以及木屑堆出的平台是他的安眠之所，残破的碟子中还剩下了一些汤羹；他一定是有些时日不在此处了，因为去年山雀搭的窝还在架子上。

Plunder melds and run with this jewel!

掠夺melds和运行与此宝石！

My dream is to be a crazy growing tree and extend at the edge between the city and the forest.

此刻，也许正是在通往天国的路上，我体验着这白色的晕旋。