有声音的

If I had to characterize their looks simply, I would say the Aqvox is the most polished and stylish component, the Lavry the most stealthy and unassuming component, and the Benchmark the most rugged and professional component. In terms of function, the Benchmark is certainly the most simple to operate.

下面的测试报告可能是从未发生过的，在读过之前不小心从我萤幕忽略过的，某些DAC的论点之后，我首次开始质疑，是否在与Benchmark DAC1同价位的DA转换器里，有著某些我知道其设计特性可以制造出好声音的产品是可以与之匹敌的。

Some orders of the commander, in a foreign, guttural voice, reached the !souses which seemed dead and deserted, while behind closed shutters, eyes were Watching these victorious men, masters of the city, of fortunes, of lives, through the "rights of war."

好些口令用一阵陌生的和出自硬颚的声音被人喊出来，沿着那些像是死了一般的空房子向天空升上去，房子的百叶窗虽然全是闭了的，里面却有无数的眼睛正在窥视这些胜利的人，这些根据&战争法律&取得全市生命财产的主人地位的人。

In a narrow creek she found a whole troop of little human children, quite naked, and sporting about in the water; she wanted to play with them, but they fled in a great fright; and then a little black animal came to the water; it was a dog, but she did not know that, for she had never before seen one.

现在最大的那位公主已经到了15岁，可以升到水面上去了。当她回来的时候，她有无数的事情要讲；不过她说，最美的事情是当海上风平浪静的时候，在月光底下躺在一个沙滩上，紧贴着海岸，凝望那个大城市里亮得像无数星星的灯光，静听音乐、闹声以及马车和人的声音，观看教堂的圆顶和尖塔，倾听叮当的钟声。

We are going to our final resting place, and then there will be mourning in the streets. 6The silver chain will snap, and the golden lamp will fall and break; the rope at the well will break, and the water jar will be shattered. 7Our bodies will return to the dust of the earth, and the breath of life will go back to God, who gave it to us.

我们都向着最后的归宿地去；那时候，街上将有哀号的声音。6那时，银链子断了，金灯台破碎了，井里的吊绳断了，水罐在井旁砸烂了。7我们的身体将归还尘土；我们的气息将归回赐生命的上帝。

Unlike "Rej," it's ungainly, full of awkward sounds that don't quite make sense immediately, but like all great songs it comes together in the final analysis, an unlikely club hit composed of squawking strings, gaggles of geese and angelic choirs.

与曲目&Rej&不同，这首曲目的音效处理让人觉得有些笨拙，声音的粗线条处理也让人无法立即被其吸引。不过与所有优秀音乐相同，这首曲目在最后的结尾处有一个完美的融合，而不是像那些俱乐部音乐那样，只是融合了犀利的弦乐，杂乱的音效以及甜美的和声，却没有鲜明的主题性。

When she came back, she had hundreds of things to talk about; but the most beautiful, she said, was to lie in the moonlight, on a sandbank, in the quiet sea, near the coast, and to gaze on a large town nearby, where the lights were twinkling like hundreds of stars; to listen to the sounds of the music, the noise of carriages, and the voices of human beings, and then to hear the merry bells peal out from the church steeples; and because she could not go near to all those wonderful things, she longed for them more than ever.

当她回来的时候，她有无数的事情要讲；不过她说，最美的事情是当海上风平浪静的时候，在月光底下躺在一个沙滩上，紧贴着海岸，凝望那个大城市里亮得像无数星星的灯光，静听音乐、闹声以及马车和人的声音，观看教堂的圆顶和尖塔，倾听叮当的钟声。正因为她不能到那儿去，所以她也就最渴望这些东西。

The whole process of vocal music performance art is that of control with whole heart, which needs singers to sing with control and awareness, whatever you proceed from the skills and techniques, or from the angle of psychology.

声乐演唱艺术的整个过程就是一个全身心的控制过程，无论是对声音的技能技巧的处理还是从心理的角度出发，都要求演唱者有意识、有控制的歌唱。

The whole process of vocal music performance art is that of control with whole heart, which needs singers to sing with control and awareness, whatever you proceed from the skills and techniques, or from the angle of psychology.

声乐演唱艺术的整个过程就是1个全身心的控制过程，无论是对声音的技能技巧的处理还是从心理的角度出发，都要求演唱者有意识、有控制的歌唱。

You have told me that happiness is a feeling that my happiness is to have your day is a day to see your shadow, hear your voice, that is, can sit in your office corner of the sofa, and you talk about the work of to talk about life, that gives you the end of a cup of hot tea with you to listen to a song, that is occasionally eat with you and travel with you, is your kind of call me by my name, is the holiday where you give me a call , a message....

你曾对我说幸福是一种感觉，我的幸福就是有你的日子，就是每天能看到你的身影、听到你的声音，就是能坐在你办公室沙发的一角、与你谈工作谈生活，就是能给你端一杯热茶、与你同听一首歌曲，就是偶尔和你一起吃饭、和你一起旅游，就是你亲切的叫我的名字，就是假日里你给我的一个电话、一个信息。。。。

Accustomed to have your day, accustomed to sitting in your office that corner of the sofa, or work with you to talk about, talk about life, or just sit quietly, or simply added a cup of hot tea waiting for you; when I walked your window, beheld your shadow, heard you call or speak the voice of a kind of inexplicable heart throb, the kind of cozy let me sink, let me intoxication.

习惯了有你的日子，习惯了坐在你办公室沙发的那个角落，或与你谈工作、谈人生，或只是静静的坐着，或只是等着为你续一杯热茶；当我走过你的窗前，望到你的身影，听到你打电话或说话的声音，心中有种莫名的悸动，那种惬意让我沉沦，让我迷醉。

But we don't care about Battlegrounds.

但我们并不在乎沙场中的显露。

Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror.

啊！不用提了。提到肉，真是糟透了。