收拾

Four rooms were full of various things so that it would be a hard task to tidy up them.

四个房间里里放满了东西，因此收拾起来也是一项很艰巨的任务。

Sometimes the neighbour's pigeons land on my windowledge Cooing softly Where the great poplar at the window has somehow grown beyond the fourth-floor roof They skim round its crown and back The sunlight on their fluffy feathers Alive day by day I keep coming indoors empty-handed And throwing book and jacket on the bed As the days hurry by I can bring scarcely anything home Even after days away Only you remain and the little room Living day by day We have grown used By an unspoken pact to the room's breadth A pair of pigeons cooing softly on the windowledge Which at many instants belong to us Day by day Dust that falls on book spines gradually yellows Perhaps it is otherwise That life, if it does, provides I know that the unwitting request is not excessive And that summer turns to autumn Perhaps fallen leaves will swirl after a night of rain It does not mean a return to green shade deep in sunlight A house-cleaning when leisure affords Feelings may come on latent even as Irrelevancies are spoken softly The instant when a first trembling on the lips teaches you happiness Lasts till the end of life A request always voiced unwittingly

有时候，邻家的鸽子落在我的窗台上咕咕地轻啼窗口的大杨树不知不觉间已高过了四层楼的屋顶它们轻绕那些树冠又飞回来阳光在蓬松的羽毛上那么温柔生命日复一日我往往空着手从街上回来把书和上衣掷在床上日子过得匆匆忙忙我时常不能带回来什么即使离家数日只留下你和这小小的屋子生活日复一日面对无声无息的默契我们已习惯了彼此间的宽容一对鸽子在窗台上咕咕地轻啼他们在许多瞬间属于我们日复一日灰尘落在书脊上渐渐变黄如果生活时时在给予那也许是另一回事我知道，那无意间提出的请求并不过份我知道，夏日正转向秋天也许一场夜雨过后就会落叶纷飞不是说再回到阳光下幽深的绿荫日子需要闲遐的时候把家收拾干净，即使轻声述说些无关紧要的事情感也会在其间潜潜走过当唇际间最初的战栗使你感知了幸福这一瞬已延伸到了生命的尽头而那些请求都是无意间说出的

It can take up to seven nights to pack the 4,000 or so hives that a beekeeper may own.

要用7个晚上收拾4000或是一个养蜂人可能拥有的那么多。

You may go away with your belongings if you don't want to be with me.

如果你不想和我在一起，你就收拾东西走人。

Let me get my bits and pieces together.

让我把自己的零星杂物收拾好。

No! If Wellington had not begun, Blucher could not have finished.

不是。如果没有威灵顿打头阵，布吕歇尔也收拾不了残局。

Sad husband, can only pick up packages Bok return to their homes.

伤心的丈夫，只能收拾包袱回到自己的家园。

It looks as though it were finished, my life at the Villa Borghese. Well, I'll take up these pages and move on. Things will happen elsewhere.

看来我在波勒兹别墅的生活要结束了，好吧，我就收拾起这些手稿走路好了，别处也会发生一些事情。

"Have you figure out your bottom-line yet?"

你已经收拾好行装了吗？

The kitchen in the now abandoned farmhouse of John Wright, a gloomy kitchen , and left without having been put in order ---unwashed pans under the sink , a loaf ofbread outside the breadbox , a dish towel on the table ---other signs of incompleted work.

约翰·赖特的农场里现已闲置的房屋中的厨房。这是一间阴暗的厨房，人离开时尚未收拾整齐——洗涤槽下有没洗的煎锅，装面包的盒子外面有一块面包，桌子上有一块擦桌布——还有其他未干完活儿的迹象。

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