昏睡的

I'll miss his hugely aspiring game, cloaked in that lazybones demeanor. I'll miss the prodigious sleeper, the slouchy, gangly, drowsy kid who napped in the player lounge and shuffled around in flip-flops for the past 15 years. I'll miss the determined, glowering athlete who internalized pain but couldn't keep it from coming out sideways. I'll miss the dedicated player who made a champion out of himself by deciding that his work should be equal to his talent. I'll miss his gorgeous classicism, his buried humor, his essential decency and his shy friendliness.

我想念他那隐藏在懒洋洋的举止下，充满抱负和斗志的比赛；想念这个令人惊奇的昏睡者，这个懒散、瘦削而没精打采的孩子---过去15年来一直在运动员休息室里打盹儿、还会趿拉着拖鞋啪嗒啪嗒地到处走；我会想念这个忧郁的运动员，他将苦痛深藏，却无法阻止它显露；我会想念这个专注的球员，他立志不负于他的天赋，并通过自身的努力获取成功；我会想念他优雅的古典风范，他潜藏的幽默，他源于本性的正直，以及他的腼腆式亲善。

The long avenue, so bright and pleasant when the perfumed limes scattered their light bloom upon the pathway, and the dog-rose leaves floated on the summer air, was terribly bleak and desolate in the cheerless interregnum that divides the homely joys of Christmas from the pale blush of coming spring--a dead pause in the year, in which Nature seems to lie in a tranced sleep, awaiting the wondrous signal for the budding of the tree, and the bursting of the flower.

当芳香的菩提树把它们轻盈的花朵撒在小径上，野蔷薇的叶子飘浮在夏天的空气里时，这条长长的林荫道是多么明媚，多么信人，而今在这缺乏欢乐的中断期间，它是荒凉得多么可怕，凄凉得多么可怕。这个中断期把圣诞节家庭的欢乐和来春苍白的赧红划分了开来，它是一年之中的一个死气沉沉的停顿，大自然在此期间仿佛偃卧在昏睡之中，等待着树木抽芽、繁花绽开的信号。

We've come out of nowhere, literally, nowhere, autumnal towns marked for destruction by a phantom hand; houses held underwater, every bed a sunken tub, tools drowned between rows, every keyhole caulked; clouds hallucinating girls asleep on a wedge of wedding cake; the white rose, among the greatest of liars beginning to show the debilitating effects of fame, the ever-popular blaze placates a vase; the bad sons of thunder beating back a strand of light; someone who knows nothing apart from the rain standing on a chair in muddy legs; the roses blown into their cumulonimbuses, and someone whose glove is recovered, a face that doesn't come clear, a face drawn under an umbrella, beautiful, charcoal, beautiful, like words that never get old, the sons of thunder beating

我们来自无处，纯粹意义上，无处置身，秋天的小镇已被一只无形的幻影之手作上毁灭的记号，房屋们都淹在水下，每一张床成了淹水浴盆，工具没在水滩里，每个洞眼充塞着。云层屯集着像女孩们昏睡于层叠的蛋糕边缘。白玫瑰，在巨大的谎言中，显露渐渐虚弱的光彩。和曾经眩目光芒抚慰着的花瓶。雷电的儿子们回击着一线光亮，有人不知情地站在泥泞的高椅子上，玫瑰被吹向积雨云，有人找到了她的手套，看不清楚的脸，从伞下移出，美丽的，黑炭似的，美丽的，像语言从来不会变老，雷电的儿子们回击着

On the other hand, the more important thing is because the urban housing is a kind of heterogeneity products.

另一方面，更重要的是由于城市住房是一种异质性产品。

Climate histogram is the fall that collects place measure calm value, cent serves as cross axle for a few equal interval, the area that the frequency that the value appears according to place is accumulated and becomes will be determined inside each interval, discharge the graph that rise with post, also be called histogram.

气候直方图是将所收集的降水量测定值，分为几个相等的区间作为横轴，并将各区间内所测定值依所出现的次数累积而成的面积，用柱子排起来的图形，也叫做柱状图。