无梦的

I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with its painful gallstones, its gravel and whatnot; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul; I love the great rivers like the Amazon and the Orinoco, where crazy men like Moravagine float on through dream and legend in an open boat and drown in the blind mouths of the river. I love everything that flows, even the menstrual flow that carries away the seed unfecund. I love scripts that flow, be they hieratic, esoteric, perverse, polymorph, or unilateral. I love everything that flows, everything that has time in it and becoming, that brings us back to the beginning where there is never end: the violence of the prophets, the obscenity that is ecstasy, the wisdom of the fanatic, the priest with his rubber litany, the foul words of the whore, the spittle that floats away in the gutter, the milk of the breast and the bitter honey that pours from the womb, all that is fluid, melting, dissolute and dissolvent, all the pus and dirt that in flowing is purified, that loses its sense of origin, that makes the great circuit toward death and dissolution.

我爱从羊膜中溅出的羊水；我爱生着引起痛苦的的结石、肾砂和诸如此类东西的肾脏；我爱撒出的热呼呼的尿和久治不愈的淋病；我爱歇斯底里的疯话、像拉痢疾一样一泻而出的句子和灵魂全部病态的映像；我爱亚马逊河和奥里诺科河这样的大河，那儿摩拉瓦基乃之流的狂人在一只无顶的小船上漂过了梦和古老的传说，淹死在瞎眼的河口中；我爱流动的一切，甚至爱女人来月经时流出的血，它冲走了生育能力不强的精子；我爱会流动的手稿，不论它们是用象形文字写的、深奥的、反常的、多形体的或是单边音的；我爱流动的一切，一切其中有时间的和适当的东西，它们把我们带回永远不会结束的开始中，即先知们激烈、令人狂喜的猥亵，宗教狂的智慧，牧师和他的橡皮连祷文，妓女的下流话，从排水道里漂走的唾液，乳房里的奶汁和子宫里流出的带苦味的蜜水，以及一切流质的、溶化的、放荡的和有溶解力的，所有在流动中得到静化的脓和脏物，那些失去其出身意识的东西和那些将大循环驱向死亡和瓦解的东西。

I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with its painful gallstones, its gravel and what not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul; I love the great rivers like the Amazon and the Orinoco, where crazy men like Moravagine float on through dream and legend in an open boat and drown in the blind mouths of the river. I love everything that flows, even the menstrual flow that carries away the seed unfecund. I love scripts that flow, be they hieratic, esoteric, perverse, polymorph, or unilateral. I love everything that flows, everything that has time in it and becoming, that brings us back to the beginning where there is never end: the violence of the prophets, the obscenity that is ecstasy, the wisdom of the fanatic, the priest with his rubber litany, the foul words of the whore, the spittle that floats away in the gutter, the milk of the breast and the bitter honey that pours from the womb, all that is fluid, melting, dissolute and dissolvent, all the pus and dirt that in flowing is purified, that loses its sense of origin, that makes the great circuit toward death and dissolution.

我爱从羊膜中溅出的羊水；我爱生着引起痛苦的的结石、肾砂和诸如此类东西的肾脏；我爱撒出的热呼呼的尿和久治不愈的淋病；我爱歇斯底里的疯话、像拉痢疾一样一泻而出的句子和灵魂全部病态的映像；我爱亚马逊河和奥里诺科河这样的大河，那儿摩拉瓦基乃之流的狂人在一只无顶的小船上漂过了梦和古老的传说，淹死在瞎眼的河口中；我爱流动的一切，甚至爱女人来月经时流出的血，它冲走了生育能力不强的精子；我爱会流动的手稿，不论它们是用象形文字写的、深奥的、反常的、多形体的或是单边音的；我爱流动的一切，一切其中有时间的和适当的东西，它们把我们带回永远不会结束的开始中，即先知们激烈、令人狂喜的猥亵，宗教狂的智慧，牧师和他的橡皮连祷文，妓女的下流话，从排水道里漂走的唾液，***里的奶汁和子宫里流出的带苦味的蜜水，以及一切流质的、溶化的、放荡的和有溶解力的，所有在流动中得到静化的脓和脏物，那些失去其出身意识的东西和那些将大循环驱向死亡和瓦解的东西。

In that familiar with the local Qing Huan with you Wind came in your breath Clouds Yingzhuo your Xiaoyi Lin Xiang Wei dependencies in the birds I was lonely I am waiting for you back The child opened the window I rely on to I am waiting for you back With pure charisma Like a child Filled with clothes on your memory What a clear night's dream Cold dawn only sigh How do you forget Blur the border without Xiangzhuo nights floating melody in the ears of the non-stop convolution / The thoughts can be carried rainband I find you Although a dream worth mentioning Would rather give up freedom of loneliness How would like to seize your hands Spring and summer autumn and winter of your commitment I will be waiting

在那熟悉的地方轻唤着你风里传来你的呼吸云里映着你的笑意林里的鸟相偎相依我却孤寂我等你回来把那窗儿打开向我依赖我等你回来带着纯真的风采宛如小孩衣上装满你的记忆夜里的梦多么清晰冰冷黎明只剩叹息如何忘你迷离的夜飘响着无边境的旋律在耳边旋绕不停能不能载着思绪的雨带我找你纵然是梦想也罢宁愿寂寞放弃自由怎样也想抓住你的手春夏秋冬你的承诺我会守候谁能把它翻译成英语，不要用翻译网站翻译。。高手指点，谢谢

He is declaring his naivete life in Yixing. Those pickled vegetable or uniform size crock filled with water may be his hiding place when he play hide-and-seek childhood or probably is the place to step cabbage for parents, those of which has been frozen, become a sigh looks like a short cut ice tear hung down and insinuate such a scene: piles of crock arrange on the producer---lake of Dingshu town Yixing city, accumulate to wall in rule and great, the majestic spectacle narrate the desolation of current depression market speechlessly. The former prosperity spectacle: fluctuation discharge, ships, such as the of the net, now only laid-off workers broken dream of ceramic music field. Tang wenwei's historical situation description, in fact, is not concerned special purpose, such as people's political mission, etc.

他也在昭示他于宜兴生活的无邪童年，那些腌菜或盛水的大小不一的瓦缸，可能是他和同伴玩捉迷藏的藏身处，可能是他帮父母踩白菜的玩乐点，等等这些了然冰封，化成喟然一叹，如那一短截挂下欲化的冰泪影射出那样一副景象：成堆的缸排列在盛产地——宜兴丁蜀镇温柔的湖畔上，堆积成规则雄伟的墙，宏大的场面无言叙说着当下市场萧条的凄凉，昔日上下卸货、船只如网的繁荣，如今只是下岗陶瓷工碎梦的失乐场……汤文伟的历史情景述说，其实不带有特别的目的，譬如关注民生民情等政治使命。

HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

他冀求天宇霓裳》若我有天宇霓裳以金光银线织就有夜的黯蓝，昼的纯白和晨曦的朦胧，我会把它铺散在你的脚下：可我，除了梦，别无其他。我把梦铺在你的脚下：请轻轻地落脚，别踩痛了它。

I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with its painful gallstones, its gravel and what not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul; I love the great rivers like the Amazon and the Orinoco, where crazy men like Moravagine float on through dream and legend in an open boat and drown in the blind mouths of the river. I love everything that flows, even the menstrual flow that carries away the seed unfecund. I love scripts that flow, be they hieratic, esoteric, perverse, polymorph, or unilateral. I love everything that flows, everything that has time in it and becoming, that brings us back to the beginning where there is never end: the violence of the prophets, the obscenity that is ecstasy, the wisdom of the fanatic, the priest with his rubber litany, the foul words of the whore, the spittle that floats away in the gutter, the milk of the breast and the bitter honey that pours from the womb, all that is fluid, melting, dissolute and dissolvent, all the pus and dirt that in flowing is purified, that loses its sense of origin, that makes the great circuit toward death and dissolution.

我爱从羊膜中溅出的羊水；我爱生着引起痛苦的的结石、肾砂和诸如此类东西的肾脏；我爱撒出的热呼呼的尿和久治不愈的淋病；我爱歇斯底里的疯话、像拉痢疾一样一泻而出的句子和灵魂全部病态的映像；我爱亚马逊河和奥里诺科河这样的大河，那儿摩拉瓦基乃之流的狂人在一只无顶的小船上漂过了梦和古老的传说，淹死在瞎眼的河口中；我爱流动的一切，甚至爱女人来月经时流出的血，它冲走了生育能力不强的精子；我爱会流动的手稿，不论它们是用象形文字写的、深奥的、反常的、多形体的或是单边音的；我爱流动的一切，一切其中有时间的和适当的东西，它们把我们带回永远不会结束的开始中，即先知们激烈、令人狂喜的猥亵，宗教狂的智慧，牧师和他的橡皮连祷文，妓女的下流话，从排水道里漂走的唾液，乳房里的奶汁和子宫里流出的带苦味的蜜水，以及一切流质的、溶化的、放荡的和有溶解力的，所有在流动中得到静化的脓和脏物，那些失去其出身意识的东西和那些将大循环驱向死亡和瓦解的东西。

I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with its painful gallstones, its gravel and whatnot; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul; I love the great rivers like the Amazon and the Orinoco, where crazy men like Moravagine float on through dream and legend in an open boat and drown in the blind mouths of the river. I love everything that flows, even the menstrual flow that carries away the seed unfecund. I love scripts that flow, be they hieratic, esoteric, perverse, polymorph, or unilateral. I love everything that flows, everything that has time in it and becoming, that brings us back to the beginning where there is never end: the violence of the prophets, the obscenity that is ecstasy, the wisdom of the fanatic, the priest with his rubber litany, the foul words of the whore, the spittle that floats away in the gutter, the milk of the breast and the bitter honey that pours from the womb, all that is fluid, melting, dissolute and dissolvent, all the pus and dirt that in flowing is purified, that loses its sense of origin, that makes the great circuit toward death and dissolution.

我爱从羊膜中溅出的羊水；我爱生着引起痛苦的的结石、肾砂和诸如此类东西的肾脏；我爱撒出的热呼呼的尿和久治不愈的淋病；我爱歇斯底里的疯话、像拉痢疾一样一泻而出的句子和灵魂全部病态的映像；我爱亚马逊河和奥里诺科河这样的大河，那儿摩拉瓦基乃之流的狂人在一只无顶的小船上漂过了梦和古老的传说，淹死在瞎眼的河口中；我爱流动的一切，甚至爱女人来月经时流出的血，它冲走了生育能力不强的精子；我爱会流动的手稿，不论它们是用象形文字写的、深奥的、反常的、多形体的或是单边音的；我爱流动的一切，一切其中有时间的和适当的东西，它们把我们带回永远不会结束的开始中，即先知们激烈、令人狂喜的猥亵，宗教狂的智慧，牧师和他的橡皮连祷文，妓女的下流话，从排水道里漂走的唾液，***里的奶汁和子宫里流出的带苦味的蜜水，以及一切流质的、溶化的、放荡的和有溶解力的，所有在流动中得到静化的脓和脏物，那些失去其出身意识的东西和那些将大循环驱向死亡和瓦解的东西。

"Word here but pour that gaze after but hand wield " be that "A Dream in Red Mansions" middle is various narrate to grow once in art judging from content promising fish sets up the bait cause and effect effect have the disheartened line of grass snake on structure effect vanquishing line long distance the integral and indivisible sky is accomplished as for coming up to rectify an article if floating clouds and flowing water the chisel and the vulture adorn the even a tiny bit axe of nothing Shimizu goes out of Seremban just like natural get rid of vulture ornaments But every piece of natural coagulation of thing has become one share trickling sluggishly flow the stream living is natural and aesthetic as well one by one minor livelihood branch has woven into a very dense net the domino.

言在此而意在彼是《红(yan2 zai4 ci3 er2 yi4 zai4 bi3 shi4 _hong2)楼梦》中多种叙事艺术中一种，被脂砚斋喻为&言此而注彼，目送而手挥&，从内容上看有为鱼设饵的因果作用，在结构上有草蛇灰线，伏线。。。言在此而意在彼是《红(yan2 zai4 ci3 er2 yi4 zai4 bi3 shi4 _hong2)楼梦》中多种叙事艺术中一种，被脂砚斋喻为&言此而注彼，目送而手挥&，从内容上看有为鱼设饵的因果作用，在结构上有草蛇灰线，伏线仟里的效果，从整篇文章上来看浑然天成，如行云流水，无丝毫的斧凿与雕饰，宛如清水出芙蓉，天然去雕饰，每一件事情又自然而然的凝结成了一股涓涓流淌的生活流，自然而又唯美，而各个小的生活支流又织成了一张密密麻麻的网，牵一发而动全身。

Butterfly, a symbol of what a wonderful dream, cat, dog, red, ice, snow, gentle, love is perhaps the subconscious of the young painter Perishable's Lament, the longing for love, for self-dual or cold lonely heart ridicule, Kogusu, daffodils Years Old Little Love, a white flower buttercup, blue water rafting around the situation so much a painter's friend, rather, is with the self-life aesthetic of beauty, purity, free abstract ideal reflection and youth Imagine interpretation, these works reveal the artist in the virtually real and realistic three-dimensional puzzle, showing the deep spirituality of individual aesthetic white, innocence, kindness, fantasy, sincere, innocent and beautiful.

蝴蝶，多么美好的梦的象征，猫咪、小狗、红线、冰、小雪、温柔、爱或许正是画家潜意识对青春易逝的感喟、对爱的渴望、对自我内心孤寂的偶或冷嘲，小楠、水仙、小娜、小爱、白色花毛茛、碧波泛舟与其说是画家周遭情境中的朋友，毋宁说是对自我生活审美与对美好、纯洁、自由的理想化抽象观照与青春畅想演绎，这些作品于无形中透漏着画家的立体真实和现实困惑，透出了审美个体性灵深处的洁白、无邪、善良、梦幻、真诚、天真和美丽。

I had long been wanting to write a book on man's double being. For two days I went about racking my brains for a plot of any sort, and on the second night I dreamt the scene in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde at the window; and a scene, afterward split in two, in which Hyde, pursued, took the powder and underwent the change in the presence of his pursuer.

我一直都想写一本关于人的双重性的书，我绞尽脑汁的拼命想了两天关于构思和书的结构，在第二天的晚上我做了一个梦，梦见 Jekyll 博士和 Hyde 先生站在窗边，然后梦中的画面被撕成了两半，在 Hyde 先生的那一半画面中，他被人们追逐着，然后幻化，在追逐者的面前消失无踪。

And Pharaoh spoke to Joseph, saying, Your father and your brothers have come to you.

47：5 法老对约瑟说，你父亲和你弟兄们到你这里来了。

Additionally, the approximate flattening of surface strip using lines linking midpoints on perpendicular lines between geodesic curves and the unconditional extreme value method are discussed.

提出了用测地线方程、曲面上两点间短程线来计算膜结构曲面测地线的方法，同时，采用测地线间垂线的中点连线和用无约束极值法进行空间条状曲面近似展开的分析。