拂

Brushed beam of dust, erase memories of cold winter, spring and early bird waiting, grass.

拂去梁间滞留的灰尘，抹去冬日冰冷的回忆，等待着春鸟初鸣，小草丛生。

Breeze wind blowing through the leaves, the leaves tremble, let us feel the beat of life.

清风拂过叶片，颤动的叶片，让我们感受到生命的跳动。

First, intuition , the heart's wisdom" rustling like a breeze through the leaves".

首先，直觉，心的智慧"沙沙作响，如同微风拂过树叶"。

We went for an outing on a breezy day.

我们在一个微风轻拂的日子去远足了。

I tried to brush it away with my hand, but in a moment it returned, and almost immediately came another by my ear.

我想用手把它拂去，可它立刻又回来了，几乎与此同时我的耳边也有东西伸了上来。

I'd brush the snmmer by.

我会把夏季拂掉。

If you have fallen down, get up and brush the dust off your knees and move on.

如果你跌倒了，那就站起来，拂去膝盖上的灰尘，继续往前走。

Drinking-cups of gold and ivory, chiseled by Benvenuto Cellini; cabinets of buhl and porcelain, bearing the cipher of Austrain Marie Antoinette, amid devices of rose-buds and true-lovers' knots, birds and butterflies, cupidons and shepherdesses, goddesses, courtiers, cottagers and milkmaids; statuettes of Parian marble and biscuit china; gilded baskets of hot-house flowers; fantastical caskets of Indian filigree work; fragile tea-cups of turquoise china, adorned by medallion miniatures of Louis the Great and Louis the Well-beloved, Louise de la Vallière, and Jeannne Marie du Barry; cabinet pictures and gilded mirrors, shimmering satin and diaphanous lace; all that gold can buy or art devise had been gathered together for the beautification of this quiet chamber in which my lady sat listening to the moaning of the shrill March wind and the flapping of the ivy leaves against the casements, and looking into the red chasms in the burning coals.

黄金和象牙的酒杯，都是本文纳托·切利尼③雕刻的；镶嵌金、银、鳖甲的布尔柜子和瓷器，在玫瑰花苞、真情同心结、飞鸟与蝴蝶、爱神与收女、女神与廷臣、村民与挤奶女等所构成的装饰性图案之中，还有着奥斯特里安·玛莉·昂朵涅特④的花押；用帕洛岛的大理石制作的小雕像和本色瓷器；盛放着暖房花卉的镀金花篮；妙想天开的用金银丝编织的印度首饰匣；薄而脆的青瓷茶杯，杯子上还雕着微型雕像，伟大的路易⑤啦，受人爱戴的路易啦，瓦里埃的路易啦，让娜·玛莉·迪·巴列⑥啦；六时大小的图画和镶着镀金框子的镜子，微微闪光的锦缎和半透明的花边；一切金钱买得到、艺术设计得出的东西，都收集拢来美化这安静的房间；爵士夫人便坐在这房间里，谛听着料峭的三月风的呜咽以及长春藤叶子在窗扉上飘飘拂拂的声音，凝望着熊熊燃烧的煤块之间殷红的空隙。

Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

当然，你曾顺然将我质朴生命的面纱拂去。

Street lamp shining faint yellow, Rourou wind, crept across his cheeks, the grass under the singing in the light, leaves dancing in the air, instantaneous starting a trace of breeze, it seems to disrupt the campus of the independent Some quiet, but at the same time adding to its charm school, a magnanimous heart can not help more.

路旁的灯闪烁着微弱的黄光，柔柔的风，轻轻地拂过面颊，小草在灯光下唱歌，树叶在空中舞蹈，瞬时起的一丝微风，似乎扰乱了校园的这份独有的宁静，但同时为校园平添了几分韵味，心中不免多了一份坦荡。

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