失去的

Time, the mighty Koguryo lorded over a large chunk of today\'s Chinese territory, and today\'s Korean nationalists view the \'lost\' territory with a

的一大片领土，因此今日的韩国民族主义者以渴望的眼光将此土地视为&失去&的领土。译注：作者在这里并不忌讳表露自己对中国领

Once upon a time,there was a sincere love in front of me,I didn't cherish it,After loseing it and I felt extremely regret ,there haven't anything more sorrowful than it under the month,If the God could give me a chance and I will speak toward to the girl for three words:I LOVE YOU.

中： 曾经，有一份真诚的爱情放在我面前，我没有珍惜，等我失去的时候我才后悔莫及，人世间最痛苦的事莫过于此。如果上天能够给我一个再来一次的机会，我会对那个女孩子说三个字：&我爱你。&

THE DEAD BEAT: Lost Souls, Lucky Stiffs, and the Perverse Pleasures of Obituaries

死亡的余韵：失去的灵魂、幸运的尸体，和讣文超乎想像的乐趣

He knew a loving truth and responsibility;Know to love with living of coexistence;Know love toward the sublimating of natural affection;Know more to cherish and lose of sense of taste.

他懂得了爱的真理和责任；懂得爱与生活的共存；懂得爱情向亲情的升华；更懂得珍惜和失去的味觉。

Did you know? Because they have the ability to regenerate lost body parts, axolotls are probably one of the most scientifically studied salamanders in the world.

你知道吗？因为它们有使自己身体失去的部分再生的能力，美西螈是世界上最被科学系统地研究过的蝾螈中的一种。

J: The main bone of contention remaining among the boffins is which species in the fossil record is the so-called"missing link."

约翰逊：科学家们目前主要争论的焦点是，化石纪录中的哪个物种才是所谓的&失去的一环&。

The tree jounced along, and when the procession's last stragglers had passed, Simon slipped out on to the road and followed—a thin, rag-wrapped figure, he might have been the tree's mournful spirit wistfully pursuing its stolen home.

那棵树在人们肩头颠簸着，随着人群向前移动，当这支队伍中，落在最后的一个人也走到前面以后，Simon悄悄从树丛后溜了出来，来到了路上，在这些人身后跟着——由于他身形消瘦，衣服破烂不堪，他就如同是这棵树的悲哀的灵魂，带着渴望，追寻着它失去的家园。

All of us bear witness to the dissolution of our piece of creation. Only the novelist can restore to us, in the miracle of ink that pours itself like blood onto paper, the lineaments of our worlds, alive.

我们都眼见自己创造物的变化消亡，惟有小说家能凭借墨水拥有像血一样自行流注纸上的奇迹，为我们恢复失去的世界，使它的面貌活灵活现。

All of u**ear witness to the dissolution of our piece of creation. Only the novelist can restore to us, in the miracle of ink that pours itself like blood onto paper, the lineaments of our lost worlds, alive.

我们都眼见自己创造物的变化消亡，唯有小说家能凭借墨水拥有像血一样息行流注纸上的奇迹，为我们恢复失去的世界，使它的面貌活灵活现。

Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair.

纯玳瑁做的，边上镶着珠宝的美丽的发梳——来配那已经失去的美发，颜色真是再合适也没有了。

But we don't care about Battlegrounds.

但我们并不在乎沙场中的显露。

Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror.

啊！不用提了。提到肉，真是糟透了。