散步

One day my teacher and I were returning from a long walk.

一天，我和我的老师正在散步回来的路上。

Being together for thirty years, the couple roams about the street hand in hand.

如果三十年后还能一起拉手在街上散步那才是爱情。

Standard strollers often feature roomier seats, larger wheels, more storage space and extras like built-in music systems.

标准散步，往往功能空间更宽敞的座位，更大的车轮，更多的存储空间和额外的一样，内置的音乐系统。

Lunch time saunters and shopping in Brunswick Street were always an important part of my memories of those days, and I've been looking for a reason to re-visit the place.

从前上班的地方，附近的Brunswick Street正好是发掘这些「宝物」的好地方，我有三年没踏足了，在德国时也常常想念从前午饭时间在那条街散步逛商店的日子，如今终於有个上佳理由，到那里缅怀一番了。

I feel like seeping/taking a walk

我想睡/散步。

What's worse, this energy of disconnect, fatigue and overwhelm then seeps into your business.

例如，它可能是一个简短的早餐后散步，然后再移动到你的办公桌或跳舞围绕著你最喜欢的歌曲后，关闭计算机过夜。

Under a starry sky I was taking a walk,On a ridge overlooking neon cities,With my companion, the spirit of desolation,Who was running around and sermonizing,Saying that I was not necessary, for if not I, then someone elseWould be walking here, trying to understand his age.

我在星空下散步，在山脊上眺望城市的灯火，带着我的伙伴，那颗凄凉的灵魂，它游荡并在说教，说起我不是必然地，如果不是我，那么另一个人也会来到这里，试图理解他的时代。

To know this I should not need to look farther than to the shanties which everywhere border our railroads, that last improvement in civilization; where I see in my daily walks human beings living in sties, and all winter with an open door, for the sake of light,without any visible, often imaginable, wood-pile, and the forms of both old and young are permanently contracted by the long habit of shrinking from cold and misery, and the development of all their limbs and faculties is checked.

要明白这一点，不必看得太远，只消看看铁路旁边，到处都有棚屋，这些是文明中最没有改进的了；我每天散步，看到那里的人住在肮脏的棚子里面，整个冬天，门总是开着的，为的是放进光线来，也看不到什么火堆，那只存在于他们的想象中，而老少的躯体，由于长久地怕冷受苦而蜷缩，便永久地变了形，他们的四肢和官能的发展也就停顿了。

Everyday we'd take a walk,and I'd jabber on like a money in a tree, and she'd listen about Ping-ponging and shrimping and Momma making a trip up to Heaven .

每天我们去散步，我就像树上叽叽喳喳的猴子一样。

Everyday we'd take a walk, and I'd jabber on like a monkey in a tree, and she'd listen about Ping-ponging and shrimping and Momma making a trip up to Heaven.

每天我们去散步，我不停地说话，像树上的猴子一样喋喋不休。

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