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Broad bands of rosy gold, as if daubed on with a gigantic brush, stretched across the dark, blue tinted fields; here and there shreds of fluffy, transparent clouds gleamed whitely, and the freshest and most enchanting of breezes barely stirred the surface of the grass, gentle as sea waves, and softly touched the cheek.

阔朗的金红色光带如同被巨人的大笔蘸着，横抹过靛青色的草野。这儿那儿点染着洁白的轻云，蓬松而透明。熏人欲醉的微风乍起，款款轻拂着草尖，柔媚有如海面的微波羞触粉颊。

The Leaves were torn and so was he, as he tried to follow her trace. A winterly wind embraced his throat and tried its best to strangle. What kept him going was what had left him. It was what he couldn't keep. Kept hunting ancient traces, following flickering lights. This ghost was sculpted by his desire to say goodbye. Could left the hollow sky, as it swallowed all its sorrow. Nearly breathless, he grasped the nearest branch. The voice reappeared, and now he felt sure that it was her, so he did his best to force his feet along. A scarlet dress in the wind. Shadows on stumps of once mighty trees spread rumors of her presence. Looked into her eyes and took her hand. This imagined warm touch was his relief. Kneeling at her feet, ready for his sleep. Had no longer wish to arise. Put her arm around him, no more cries. Slept there until the fierce cold awoke to erase all tracks of life.

在这强烈的欲望下他离开前去探索秋天的水滴落在颤抖的落叶上那夏天启程时的鲜红那幽深黑暗中的脆弱他就像那些落叶那样哀伤当他追逐她的足迹的时候无情的冷风袭向他的喉咙就像想要死死掐住他那样那让他还要继续的原因是他想要找回自己曾失去的东西那个他曾没能够紧紧拥抱住的东西继续在远古的足迹上前行追逐着那闪烁不定的光这些在他渴望中的幽灵似乎在向他说再见多想能离开这空洞的天空就像它吞下那所有的哀伤几乎无法呼吸但当他抓住他身旁的溪流时那个声音再次出现了现在他知道一定就是她了于是他竭尽全力向前走去一身红色的衣服在风中飘荡美丽的身影映在大树之下周围传播着她到场的风声注视着她双眼紧握住她的双手这梦般的景象拂去他所有的痛苦他跪倒在她脚下，心甘情愿地睡去永远不愿醒来与她相拥在在一起，永远不再哭泣就这样睡着直到严寒到来抹去他那漫漫人生的长路

Memories strike home, like slaps in the face

记忆敲打心门，有如拂上脸上的手

Past him flashed the coloured signboards of shops on both sides.His mind was befogged as if from a hangover.

两旁店家一扇扇彩色的招牌在眼角拂过，觉得头里很昏乱，像带着宿醉。

He clambered stiffly to his feet and brushed the clinging grass from his tattered, mud-smeared clothes.

他僵硬地爬起身来，从褴缕的、满是泥土的衣服上，将缠绕在上面的青草拂了下去。

As I walked forward I could feel cobwebs brushing my face.

我向前走着，能感觉到有蜘蛛网在我脸上拂过。

Nonetheless, because of differing views on the eastern and western cultures in the New Culture Movement just prior to the May Fourth Movement, Du Ya-quan, editor-in-chief of "Journal of the Orient", was denunciated by Chen Du-xin, editor-in-chief of"New Youth", thus leading to an impetuous and prolonged academic debate in the early ...

但由于&五四&前夕新文化运动中对于中西文化的识见不尽相同，以陈独秀为主笔的《新青年》发起声讨《东方杂志》主编杜亚泉，从而引发了一场20世纪初叶我国学术界的激烈论战，自1915年起延续十余年，先后参与者数百人，发表文章近千篇，专著数十种。彼时潮流所向，西风压倒东风，社论战失利，辞去《东方杂志》主编后，穷病以殁——而其&封建卫道士&之称似已定论。文章试拂尘埃，研读论战双方，联系今昔，对杜亚泉的文化观及其东西文化之争论重新作了评价。

There is a breath of spring in the gentle breeze ,the soft wind kisses the tree tops ,all trees push out new shoots .all flowers send forth delicate fragrance , Petals flake down in the breeze .the wind ruffles the surface of the water and disarranges girl's hair .

微风吹来一阵春天的气息，轻风拂弄树梢，所有的树木都长出了新芽。花儿散发出清香，花瓣随风纷纷落下。风吹皱了水面，吹乱了女孩的头发。

He dusted the books before giving them to me.

他拂去书上的灰尘，然后才把书交给我。

One tall student dusted every bit of the room.

一位高的学生拂去灰尘房间的每一点点了。

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