在树丛中的

Not from the meter of water or music But from unnamed rhythm and gloom A voice more tempting than mystery You don't need to know who you are Fantasy won't find you in a crowded bar with that possibility, still it hasn't snowed Nobody knows the love between peach trees Sparrows fly from the courtyard wall After the season of untouched flowers Everyone passing will feel differently How do people love each other? Sometimes they're more distant than trees And still it hasn't snowed Although immersed in the leaden sky Fantasy's front holds passion down Perhaps the low clouds of unfallen snow Never know The feeling of letting go Perhaps you might not say so then But still it hasn't snowed

不是在水或音乐的节拍里有时在一阵无名的节奏和忧郁的情调中有一种声音比诱惑更神秘不一定要知道你是谁幻想在人丛中不会找到你也许因此，雪一直没有飘下来果树对于果树不知是怎么相爱的围墙上的麻雀飞去又回来在开花的季节过后每一个走过园子的人都会有不同的感觉人和人是怎么相爱的有时隔着比树更远的距离雪一直没有飘下来尽管在许多瞬间沉入了铅灰色的天空幻想的风使激情发冷也许那从未降雪的云层很低他无法知道化成水流的感觉也许那时你已不再那么说但，雪一直没有飘下来

The birds peck the berries or cron, fly awayto groves where they sit in seeming happiness on the branches, and waste their lives in tuning one unvaried series of sounds.

鸟儿啄食着浆果或谷物，好像非常快乐的飞到树丛中，停靠在树枝上并且百无聊赖的唱着一成不变的曲调。

There is something indescribable there which exhales grace, a green meadow traversed by tightly stretched lines, from which flutter rags drying in the wind, and an old market-gardener's house, built in the time of Louis XIII., with its great roof oddly pierced with dormer windows, dilapidated palisades, a little water amid poplar-trees, women, voices, laughter; on the horizon the Pantheon, the pole of the Deaf-Mutes, the Val-de-Grace, black, quat, fantastic, amusing, magnificent, and in the background, the severe square crests of the towers of Notre Dame.

那地方散发着一种无以名之的淡远的情趣，一片青草地，上面有几根拉紧的绳索，迎风晾着一些旧衣破布，蔬菜地边有所路易十三时代的古老庄屋，庞大的屋顶上开着光怪陆离的顶楼窗，倾斜破烂的木栅栏，白杨树丛中有个小池塘，几个妇女，笑声，谈话声，朝远处看，能望见先贤祠、盲哑院的树、军医学院，黑黝黝，矮墩墩，怪模怪样，有趣，美不胜收，在更远处，有圣母院钟塔的严峻的方顶。

As he scrambled back into the tan-trees with his burden, he saw again in his mind's eye a crude den sign bumping against an unbreathing chest.

他拿着这毯子，爬回被太阳照耀的树丛中，这时，他仿佛又一次看到，自己的心脏，在屏住呼吸的胸口狂跳不止。

The major ambushed his tropps in the woods on both sides of the road.

少校把他的部队埋伏在马路两旁的树丛中。

Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine.

她站在荆棘丛中歌唱，最长最尖锐的树刺穿透她的身体。

Adult Pandas scattered high in the trees lie back on thick branches, enjoying their leafy repasts, while down below, cubs wrestle over tender shoots amongst brilliantly colored wildflowers.

成年的熊猫展开身子，倚靠者厚厚的树枝躺在树的高处，享受长满叶子的盛宴，而熊猫宝宝呢，在低处颜色艳丽野花盛开的嫩枝丛中摔跤打滑。

The ground at the foot of the eucalypti was carpeted with grass, and fromthe bushes escaped flights of little birds, which glittered in the sunlightlike winged rubies.

有加利树底下是一片绿茵，一群小鸟从灌木丛中逃出来，它们在阳光里振翼飞翔，象长了翅膀的红宝石。

When Frederick Delius explained his master piece "Summer in the courtyard" he quoted an anonymous poem," Roses and lilies, countless fragrant flowers, butterfly flashing wings, coming through the flowers, the brown bee dancing in the warm summer air, gently flowing river beside of old trees, the sound of birds coming through distance ..."

音乐家戴留斯在对其所作管弦乐《夏日的庭院》解释的时候曾引用过一首无名诗：&玫瑰与百合，无数芬芳的花朵，彩蝶闪动翅膀，往返穿梭于花丛中，金褐色的蜜蜂在温暖波动的夏日的空气中嗡嗡飞舞，老荫树下，河水缓缓流过，水鸟清越的啼声远远传来。…。。&。

I didn't watch TV last night, because it .

昨晚我没有看电视，因为电视机坏了。

Since this year, in a lot of villages of Beijing, TV of elevator liquid crystal was removed.

今年以来，在北京的很多小区里，电梯液晶电视被撤了下来。