想起...

Without realising it, I thought of these melodious words.

不知怎的，我的脑海中忽然想起这首耳熟能详的旋律。

But he felt rather uneasy when here membered that he who was not fit for his office could not see it.

不过，他立刻就想起了愚蠢的人或不称职的人是看不见这布的。

It makes me think of the game in Memphis.

这让我想起来在孟菲斯的比赛。

This report reminds me of another the same question:"the difference between Confucius and Mencius in there?"

这篇报导令我想起另一个相同的问题："孔子和孟子的差别在那里？"

She is not in the washroom and then stopping, because it is finally his own point of view that he cares about and not hers, and with this firmly in mind, and a light, confident step, such as you might find in the works of Bulwer-Lytton, he enters the space she occupies so prettily and, taking her by the hand, proceeds to tear off the stiff white hospital gown (but no, we cannot have that kind of pornographic merde in this majestic and high-minded sentence, which will probably end up in the Library of Congress)(that was just something that took place inside his consciousness, as he looked at her, and since we know that consciousness is always consciousness of something, she is not entirely without responsibility in the matter) so, then, taking her by the hand, he falls into the stupendous white puree of her abyss, no, I mean rather that he asks her how long it has been since her last visit, and she says a fortnight, and he shudders, and tells her that with a condition like hers (she is an immensely popular soldier, and her troops win all their battles by pretending to be forests, the enemy discovering, at the last moment, that those trees they have eaten their lunch under have eyes and swords)(which reminds me of the performance, in 1845, of Robert-Houdin, called The Fantastic Orange Tree, wherein Robert-Houdin borrowed a lady's handkerchief, rubbed it between his hands and passed it into the center of an egg, after which he passed the egg into the center of a lemon, after which he passed the lemon into the center of an orange, then pressed the orange between his hands, making it smaller and smaller, until only a powder remained, whereupon he asked for a small potted orange tree and sprinkled the powder thereupon, upon which the tree burst into blossom, the blossoms turning into oranges, the oranges turning into butterflies, and the butterflies turning into beautiful young ladies, who then married members of the audience), a condition so damaging to real-time social intercourse of any kind, the best thing she can do is give up, and lay down her arms, and he will lie down in them, and together they will permit themselves a bit of the old slap and tickle, she wearing only her Mr.

然后阻止，因为到最后那是他自己的关心的观点而不是她的，在他的脑子里根深蒂固，他自信地走了一步，这就像你也许会在布尔沃？里顿的作品中看到的一样，他进入兴高采烈地进入她占有的空间，抓住她的手，开始撕开他白色僵直的病号衣（但是我们没有在他冠冕堂皇的充满智慧的语句中发现那种带有色情的废话，那也许会在国会图书馆中绝迹）（在他的意识中有一些东西正在被替代，当他看她的时候，就如我们知道的意识始终是意识，她在这个事情中不是完全没有责任的），所以，然后抓起她的手，他掉进了她深渊的巨大白色水中，不，我想他问她自从她上回来已经多久了，她说有两个星期了，他战栗着告诉她她现在的情况（她是一个非常受欢迎的女兵，她的部队通过埋伏在森林里赢得了所有的战斗，在最后的时刻敌人发现了，那些他们吃掉他们午餐的树有了眼睛和剑）（这使我想起了一八四五年罗伯特？乌丹的演出，叫做《奇幻橘子树》，在其中罗伯特？

She is not in the washroom and then stopping, because it is finally his own point of view that he cares about and not hers, and with this firmly in mind, and a light, confident step, such as you might find in the works of Bulwer-Lytton, he enters the space she occupies so prettily and, taking her by the hand, proceeds to tear off the stiff white hospital gown (but no, we cannot h39e that kind of pornographic merde in this majestic and high-minded sentence, which will probably end up in the Library of Congress)(that was just something that took place inside his consciousness, as he looked at her, and since we know that consciousness is always consciousness of something, she is not entirely without responsibility in the matter) so, then, taking her by the hand, he falls into the stupendous white puree of her abyss, no, I mean rather that he asks her how long it has been since her last visit, and she says a fortnight, and he shudders, and tells her that with a condition like hers (she is an immensely popular soldier, and her troops win all their battles by pretending to be forests, the enemy discovering, at the last moment, that those trees they h39e eaten their lunch under h39e eyes and swords)(which reminds me of the performance, in 1845, of Robert-Houdin, called The Fantastic Orange Tree, wherein Robert-Houdin borrowed a lady's handkerchief, rubbed it between his hands and passed it into the center of an egg, after which he passed the egg into the center of a lemon, after which he passed the lemon into the center of an orange, then pressed the orange between his hands, making it 56aller and 56aller, until only a powder remained, whereupon he asked for a 56all potted orange tree and sprinkled the powder thereupon, upon which the tree burst into blossom, the blossoms turning into oranges, the oranges turning into butterflies, and the butterflies turning into beautiful young ladies, who then married members of the audience), a condition so damaging to real-time social intercourse of any kind, the best thing she can do is give up, and lay down her arms, and he will lie down in them, and together they will permit themselves a bit of the old slap and tickle, she wearing only her Mr.

然后阻止，因为到最后那是他自己的关心的观点而不是她的，在他的脑子里根深蒂固，他自信地走了一步，这就像你也许会在布尔沃？里顿的作品中看到的一样，他进入兴高采烈地进入她占有的空间，抓住她的手，开始撕开他白色僵直的病号衣（但是我们没有在他冠冕堂皇的充满智慧的语句中发现那种带有色情的废话，那也许会在国会图书馆中绝迹）（在他的意识中有一些东西正在被替代，当他看她的时候，就如我们知道的意识始终是意识，她在这个事情中不是完全没有责任的），所以，然后抓起她的手，他掉进了她深渊的巨大白色水中，不，我想他问她自从她上回来已经多久了，她说有两个星期了，他战栗着告诉她她现在的情况（她是一个非常受欢迎的女兵，她的部队通过埋伏在森林里赢得了所有的战斗，在最后的时刻敌人发现了，那些他们吃掉他们午餐的树有了眼睛和剑）（这使我想起了一八四五年罗伯特？乌丹的演出，叫做《奇幻橘子树》，在其中罗伯特？

This reminds me of China and the United States was short-lived meteor though.

这让我想起了虽然华美却短暂的流星。

Which reminds me, become familiar with the metric system as it is the only system used in Spain!

这使我想起了，熟悉公制因为它是唯一使用系统在西班牙！

I'm thinking of you and all of my friends in Mexico. I miss everyone.

我想起了你和所有在墨西哥的朋友们。

When he is holding the bird nest arrives at the family entrance time, he suddenly remembers mother not to allow him at home to raise the micro-organism.

当他托着鸟巢走到家门口的时候，他突然想起妈妈不允许他在家里养小动物。

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