泛黄

Like a, shoebox of photographs With sepia tone loving

就像一盒子泛黄的相片，承载着爱和记忆

Any one who had chanced to pass through the little town of Vernon at this epoch, and who had happened to walk across that fine monumental bridge, which will soon be succeeded, let us hope, by some hideous iron cable bridge, might have observed, had he dropped his eyes over the parapet, a man about fifty years of age wearing a leather cap, and trousers and a waistcoat of coarse gray cloth, to which something yellow which had been a red ribbon, was sewn, shod with wooden sabots, tanned by the sun, his face nearly black and his hair nearly white, a large scar on his forehead which ran down upon his cheek, bowed, bent, prematurely aged, who walked nearly every day, hoe and sickle in hand, in one of those compartments surrounded by walls which abut on the bridge, and border the left bank of the Seine like a chain of terraces, charming enclosures full of flowers of which one could say, were they much larger:"these are gardens," and were they a little smaller:"these are bouquets."

当年如果有人经过小城韦尔农，走到那座宏大壮丽的石桥上去游玩（那座桥也许不久将被一道丑恶不堪的铁索桥所替代），立在桥栏边往下望去，便会看到一个五十左右的男子，戴一顶鸭舌帽，穿一身粗呢褂裤，衣衿上缝着一条泛黄的红丝带，脚上穿的是木鞋，他皮肤焦黄，脸黝黑，头发花白，一条又阔又长的刀痕从额头直到脸颊，弯腰，曲背，未老先衰，几乎整天拿着一把平头铲和一把修枝刀在一个小院里踱来踱去。在塞纳河左岸桥头一带，全是那种院子，每一个都有墙隔开，顺着河边排列，象一长条土台，全都种满花木，非常悦目，如果园子再大一点，就可以叫做花园，再小一点，那就是花畦了。

He had to go back to Cordelia Street. Back to the yellow-papered bedroom, the smell of cooked cabbage, the daily ride to work on the crowded street cars.

他还得回到 CORDELIA 街、回到壁纸已经泛黄了的卧室、闻着卷心菜的味道、每天在拥堵的街道上奔忙。。。。。。

I am most dear L You took me into the seat A Midsummer Night's Dream Only you A pupil of the eye and smile all the world to do with desolation Bright also move the entire hall Is the memory of that A bow Zhang Yi Tai He Yan - I thought It was alleged in the A smile A frown A Diyin A shallow sing A little bit of mottled shadow, for some of the yellowing paragraph in the past Block is a dump destroyed the city wall Or a tie game time This has been like to go on This has been watching you L As with all of the time became the music of the 12 Piaofei In this letter, Play the most beautiful movement All of the notes, where solidification In the slender your fingertips In your hair soft, In it you tired yet bright vision In it you take it lightly but a lot of sincere hand My dear L You see, The accumulation of sweets on the table is not less than the touch heaven A person behind it is not always empty picture At the end of the world it really does not cross the wall in the past In the end it is only a direction too far The sorrow of so many suffering So much of a loss Dihui After all, only in the past of injury Dear I promise After a good smile No longer sad

我最最亲爱的L 是你带我走进了这席仲夏夜之梦也唯有你一眸一笑都带尽了人世苍凉一举一动亦明亮了整个厅堂是记忆中的那一低头一抬掌一阖眼一思量还是那臆想中的一微笑一皱眉一低吟一浅唱一点点斑驳的影子，一段段泛黄的过往是一座座倾圮的城墙抑或是一场场饕餮的时光想这样一直下去一直这样看着你 L 如同所有时光化成了十二张飘飞的乐谱在这个字母上奏出了最华丽的乐章所有的音符凝固在那里在你那修长的指尖在你那柔软的发梢在你那疲惫而不失明亮的眼光在你那淡然却不少真挚的手掌我亲爱的L 你看桌上堆积的甜食并非是触及不到的天堂一个人的背后也并非总是空荡荡的景象世界的尽头是否真的有跨不过去的高墙那终究只是一个太远的方向那么多的悲哀痛苦那么多的低回彷徨终究都只是过往的伤亲爱的答应我以后好好微笑不再悲伤。。。。。

It all seems rather anachronistic now, part of a sepia-tinted past, where smelling of whisky and Silk Cut were not bars to advancement, where lunches went on all afternoon and calling female colleagues "love" didn't result in lawsuits.

这一切看起来相当过时，就像是那泛黄老照片的一部分，在那里，威士忌和Silk Cut牌香烟的气味并不构成&向上爬&的障碍；午餐可以持续一下午；而且，称呼女同事&亲爱的&不会被告上法庭。

It all seems rather anachronistic now, part of a sepia-tinted past, where smelling of whisky and Silk Cut were not bars to advancement, where lunches went on all afternoon and calling female colleagues love didnt result in lawsuits.

这一切看起来相当过时，就像是那泛黄老照片的一部分，在那里，威士忌和Silk Cut牌香烟的气味并不构成&向上爬&的障碍；午餐可以持续一下午；而且，称呼女同事&亲爱的&不会被告上法庭。

It features as for collection. General ship model troubles in rotten sail canvas, cord break, paint fall-off, heavy dust.

收藏性：区别与一般船模，年久帆布泛黄，绳索发脆易断，油漆变色脱落，积灰难以清洗。

Her eyes were more brilliant than ever, and her hands, which were generally white like mother-of-pearl, now more resembled wax, to which time was adding a yellowish hue.

她的眼睛比以前更明亮，而她的双手，本来象珍珠那样白的，现在则象陈年的白蜡那样有点泛黄了。

Looking at the glass of the few closed yellowing of the paper, I just want to hurry the afternoon of the past, left early and the big steamer.

望着紧闭的玻璃上的几张泛黄的纸，我只希望下午赶紧过去，早早离开这个大蒸笼。

He was yellow, the color of sunshine, with a real mane and tail that you could brush, and he had jointed legs so he could really walk.

它的颜色有点泛黄，就如阳光的色彩一般，马鬃和马尾巴都是真的，可以拿刷子来刷，而且它的腿关节能活动，可以蹦跳。

I didn't watch TV last night, because it .

昨晚我没有看电视，因为电视机坏了。

Since this year, in a lot of villages of Beijing, TV of elevator liquid crystal was removed.

今年以来，在北京的很多小区里，电梯液晶电视被撤了下来。