宫殿般的

The white prisons, the sidewalks swarming with maggots, the breadlines, the opium joints that are built like palaces, the kikes that are there, the lepers, the thugs, and above all, the ennui, the monotony of faces, streets, legs, houses, skyscrapers, meals, posters, jobs, crimes, loves… A whole city erected over a hollow pit of nothingness.

纽约！那些白色的监狱、挤满蛆的人行道、排队等候发救济食品的人们、修筑得像宫殿一般的下流去处，那儿有的是犹太人、麻风病人、杀人犯，而最多的是游手好闲的人。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当傍晚的薄雾诗意般的笼罩着河畔，就像罩着一层薄纱，落寞的大楼在阴暗的天空中迷失了自我，高高耸立的烟囱如同一座钟鼓楼，在夜色中，仓库也如同宫殿般华丽，整个城市悬挂在天空中，一片神奇的土地展现于眼前，然后一个徒步旅行者急着赶回家，一个工作狂，也是一个文人，一个智者，也是一个充满乐趣的人。不要去伤脑筋了。不要去想了，自然正在她自己的音调在歌唱，对艺术家唱着她美妙的歌曲，她歌唱她的孩子和知己，爱着她的孩子，懂她的知己。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当旁晚的迷雾以其柔纱般的诗意笼罩着河边，破旧的建筑消失在朦胧的天空，高高的烟囱变成了一座座孤立的钟楼，大大小小的仓库恍如夜色间的宫殿，整个城市悬在了空中，宛若仙境展现在我们眼前，那时候，路上的人们匆匆赶路回家；劳动者和文化人，智者和浪子，认为他们深入观察，他们也就不能理解，而只在此时才开始歌唱的大自然便把自己美妙的歌唱给艺术家---她的儿子和她的主人；说他是儿子是因为他爱她，说他是主人是因为他理解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当傍晚的迷雾用它薄纱般的诗意笼罩着河岸，古老的建筑迷失在朦胧的天空，高耸的烟囱幻化成一座座孤立的钟楼，林林总总的仓库就像夜里的宫殿整个城市都悬挂在了天空中，宛如仙境展现在我们眼前，在那时，路上的行人匆匆地赶回家；劳动者和文人，智者和浪子，他们视而不见，自然也就不能理解，而只在此时才开始歌唱的大自然便把自己美妙的歌曲献给了艺术家们——她的儿子和她的主人；说他是儿子是因为他爱她，说他是主人是因为他理解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当夜晚的雾霭为河畔披上诗意般的面纱时，破旧的矮房消失在朦胧的天际，高高的烟囱好似了座座矗立的钟楼，货仓都好似夜晚的宫殿，整个城市都悬在天空，犹如仙境---无论是工人还是文人，智者还是浪荡子都匆匆赶回家，他们不明白，也没能欣赏这一切。然而自然就给他的孩子，她的主人---艺术家歌唱，婉转动听。因为是她的孩子，她的主人，所以艺术家深深的爱着她，深深地懂得她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us—then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master—her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当黄昏来临，那诗歌般的雾霭像面纱一样笼罩着河边。古旧的建筑在朦胧的天边渐渐消失，高耸的烟囱仿佛成了钟楼，栋栋库房犹如夜晚的宫殿。在这样的夜晚，整座城市就如同一座空中花园，宛若人间仙境。这时，路上的行人正步伐匆匆，赶着回家；而无论庄稼人或文化人，智者还是乐天派，都不再去费力明白什么，因为他们已经不再看到什么了。而大自然再次吟唱起她那美妙的歌声，唱给那些艺术家们听，因为艺术家是她的儿子，也是她的主人------是儿子，因为他爱她如此；是主人，因为他知她如此。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当河岸诗意地披上了薄雾，仿佛蒙上了面纱，那古老的楼舍迷失在暗淡的天空之下，高耸的烟囱幻化成钟楼，就连仓房都变成了夜色中的宫殿，整个城市仿佛悬于天堂之下，童话般的世界便呈现了我们的面前——外出的人们行色匆匆，赶往家的方向，那些忙于工作的教养很好的人们，还有那些睿智快乐的人们，驻足思考，驻足观望。大自然，这次却是以她的曲调，独独为艺术家献上了自己优美的歌声，仿佛面对的是她的儿子亦或称为主人——作为儿子，他爱着她；作为主人，他了解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

黄昏时分，迷雾给河畔穿了一层诗画般的衣裳。带着这层面纱，那些可怜的屋舍在昏暗的天空下销声匿迹，高耸的烟囱俨然成为灯塔，夜间的仓库若然变成宫殿。整个城市临于天堂之口，一片乐土尽在眼前。旅客们，行色匆匆，加快了回家的脚步。工作之人、教育之人、聪明之人、愉悦之人都停止了探究，也停止了注视。第一次，自然唱着自己的曲子。独为了了艺术家，她唱着她那首优美的曲子。也为了她的儿子和她的主人，因为爱她，所以是儿子；因为理解她，所以是主人。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当暗夜迷雾给河滨披上诗般的轻纱薄衣，可怜的建筑在暗淡的天幕下迷失自我，高耸的烟囱变成了钟楼，货栈成了伫立在夜间的宫殿，整座城市游荡在天际，仙境就在眼前---流浪者正朝家的方向疾去；工人与雅士，智者与享乐主义者，不再了解，正如他们已不再对之投以目光。而大自然，曾只为艺术家---自然之子，自然之主---一开金嗓，仙乐悠扬。艺术家作为自然之子，深爱其母；艺术家亦是自然之主，对自然的理解不在话下。

Between the covers of this book, the reader will find both splendid interiors and handsome exteriors, spanning the spectrum from the royal palaces on the shores of Lake Malaren to the stately farmsteads in the province of Halsingland, as well as tales of both historical events and legends to spark the imagination.

在本书中，读者可以找到绝佳的室内设计，还有美轮美奂的室外装饰。Malaren河边华丽的宫殿，就像历史事件的发生地一样的真实，还有一些就像童话般的奇妙。

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。