拂

Thou are not conquered. Beauty's ensign yetIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

你没有被征服，美丽的红旗仍然轻拂着你的嘴唇和面颊，死神的白旗还未插到那里。

A wonderful pavilion it was - and especially now when the light of the setting sun fell upon it - with sides of what looked like yellow silk and cords of crimson and tent-pegs of ivory; and high above it on a pole a banner which bore a red rampant lion fluttering in the breeze which was blowing in their faces from the far-off sea.

他们看到的第二件东西是空地一边搭起的一个帐篷，那是一个奇妙的帐篷——尤其是这会儿落日的余晖正照在帐篷上——帐篷面子看上去像杏黄缎子，深红的绳索，象牙色的帐篷桩；帐篷的支柱上，高高挂着一面绣着一只腾跃的红色狮子的旗子，正迎风飘扬，这阵从远处海面吹来的微风也轻拂着他们的脸。

When he came in he at once saw the bee on the leg of one of his figures: he thought that it was a real bee and tried to brush it off.

当他走进来后，一眼就瞧见他所画的一个人物腿上的蜜蜂，他以为这是个真蜜蜂，就要把它拂赶掉。

Winter to spring, bursts of breeze blow blew the earth, off the green slopes of the tide, sweeping rain, warm sunshine, orange trees The branches on the tender buds emerge, the original is that the bud of the blossom, so that This is the heart of Hong Qin Ren spread throughout the town.

冬去春来，阵阵的柔风拂过大地，山坡上掀起了绿的海潮，连绵的春雨，和煦的阳光，橘树的枝丫上冒出了鲜嫩的花蕾，原来是这花蕾的绽放，使这沁人肺腑的香蔓延整个小城。

Robert brushed his coat sleeve across the worn leather-covered lid, upon which the initials G.T. were inscribed with big brass-headed nails; but Mrs. Maloney, the laundress, must have been the most precise of housewives, for neither the portmanteau nor the trunk were dusty.

罗伯特用他的外套袖子拂了一下破旧的皮箱盖，盖子上有大铜头钉子缀成的姓名缩写：G.T。；洗衣女佣马隆尼夫人必定是最尽责的管家婆了，因为大衣箱也好，旅行皮箱也好，都毫无灰尘。

For I dance And drink and sing; Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.

因为我跳舞又喝又唱；直到一只盲手拂我的翅膀。

Overhead was a gray expanse of cloud, slightly stirred, however, by a breeze

头上是灰蒙蒙的云天，时而被微风轻拂

Color, gorgeous color, brush on your hair slightly, the total of Beauty Dan Ma affordable.

色彩，斑斓的色彩，拂上你的发稍，浓妆淡抹总相宜。

Remove dirt and dust with the soft brush first.

指导： 1。除去污垢而且以软的刷子首先拂去灰尘。

Whisks off the years thick to seal the dust, opens the happy world memory the strobe, cannot put behind the picture scroll, eagerly anticipates me to lead the way silently.

拂去岁月厚厚的封尘，敞开心的世界记忆的闸门，一幅幅一帧帧不能忘却的画卷，引领着我默默地前行。

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