渺小的

Everything rotates around his little me, the others don't exist: not due to egoism, but due to a relationship with the world that marks infancy and that is commonly and synthetically defined as "childhood egocentrism". That is why, when faced with strong resistance by a child when we try to invite him to share his things, it is often useless to insist, even self-defeating to reproach him or punish him: learning to be with others requires "training".

每个环绕他的事物都会变得渺小、不存在：这并不是因为自大傲慢，也不是因为婴儿的交际世界，整体而言就是「孩童时期自我中心主义者」，这就是为什麼当我们邀请小孩分享他的事情时，他却愁眉苦脸的抵抗，这样的坚持常常是没有用的，即使因为自我的挫败而责备他或是处罚他：学习其他人需求的「训练」。

For, said they, the buds are the children of the flowers; and the little playful streams that gambol down the hill-sides are the children of the water; and the smallest bright specks playing at hide and seek in the sky all night, must surely be the children of the stars; and they would all be grieved to see their playmates, the children of men, no more.

因为，他们说，蓓蕾就是花儿的孩子；从山腰上嬉戏着流淌下来的欢快小溪就是河流的孩子；整晚都在天空中玩捉迷藏的那些渺小至极的亮点，肯定就是星星的孩子；而它们会为再也看不到它们的玩伴——人类的孩子，而感到伤心的。

It is said that the Five Mountains comes back not looking at a mountain , think that I grow up stepping off that one piece of small basin hometown, think that I Deng Shang "am able to pawn a mausoleum extremely " Tarzan,"as soon as take numerous small mountain" Mount Huangshan into self's arms, still have that "nine eighteen wrong curved " Wu Yi Shan City , answer that Weng Shan , mountain be still that mountain going beyond the limit looking at after one's death again, being only this moment mountain already looks like one advanced old monarch attaining the wisdom, His posture trying to be higher than God cannot but let me sigh with regret , lament on my insignificancy with sighs , lament on my ignorance with sighs.

有道是五岳归来不看山，当我长大走出家乡那一片小盆地，当我登上"会当陵绝顶"的泰山，"一揽众山小"的黄山，还有那"九曲十八弯"的武夷山，回过头再看身后的那座翁山，山还是那山，只是这时候的山已经像是一位得道高深的老君，他那欲与天公试比高的姿势不能不让我慨叹，慨叹我的渺小，慨叹我的无知。

Behind his impassive kulak's face lay intense self-scrutiny, adamantine moral and physical courage and a sometimes unsettling disregard for the smaller and softer things in life.

在他面无表情的富农的脸孔背后，有着强烈的自我审视，坚定不移的道德情操和实在的勇气以及有些时候让人不安的对生命中的渺小和懦弱部分的蔑视。

The human is so tiny, is containing the formidable strength actually.in front of the disaster, does not say gives up, they use own life, composes a tune tune immortal ode: in the ruins, 29 year-old teacher opens mia aircraft closely to hug two students, withstands caving in with the back the house beam, he is a vigorous tiercel, stretches out the double wing to resist the god of death for the student, perhaps his life had terminated in the flash, but loves with the belief, lets him maintain the such sacred posture.also has huaiyuan middle school's teacher wu zhonghong, he luckily is already out of danger, but in order to is stranded in the classroom however the student, mr.

人是如此渺小，却又蕴含着强大的力量。灾难面前，不言放弃，他们用自己的生命，谱写出一曲曲不朽的颂歌：废墟中，29岁的老师张米亚紧紧抱着两名学生，用背顶住坍塌的房梁，他是一只矫健的雄鹰，伸出双翅为学生抵挡死神，或许他的生命在一瞬间就已终止，可是爱和信仰，让他保持着这样神圣的姿态。

Really think, live well failure, well failure, there is no ability to love my parents do not know what to do for them, I just want to, really want to give them a comfortable life to his old age, really want can do more for them, do not want them hard we worked hard for, but I find I'm so small, can do nothing good, really good failure, can not do more for the parents more, I did only obedient, obedient , sensible, then sensible, although I have been very sensible, very obedient, but, I still feel not enough.

真的觉得，活的好失败，好失败，没有能力为爱我的父母做什么，不知道能为他们做些什么，我只是想，真的想自己能给他们一个安乐的晚年，真的想能为他们做的多些，不想让他们在为我们辛苦操劳可是我发现我好渺小，好无能为力，真的好失败，不能为父母做的更多些，我所做的只能是听话，听话，懂事，再懂事，虽然我一直很懂事，也很听话，可是，我还是觉得不够。

The joy and love it, love it soft, hazy ... love it ... all in all, I can not help but walk through the campus in a trail in the rain, watching fled helter-skelter around an individual, but I still love to enjoy the feeling of rain, Perhaps the reason I grow up bar; And, perhaps I Shangbei Zi is actually tiny drop of rain was unknown bar!

爱它的洒脱，爱它的轻柔，爱它的朦胧……一切的一切，让我不禁漫步在有雨的校园小道内，望着身边一个个人狼狈而逃，而我依然爱享受雨的感觉，也许是我长不大的缘故吧；又也许我上辈子其实就是一滴渺小得不知名的雨吧！

It's a case of yes and no for much of this album is well-written electronic music with female vocals but this kind of chill-out style was done to death in the late 90's thanks to bands like Mandalay, Olive and Lhooq.Tellingly, Bassboosa sound better the more risks they take. Lead-off song 'Cry' signifies that though Badir's vocal range is pleasant enough, it cannot set alight a rather dull tune and the cover of Chris Isaak's 'Wicked Game' sounded instantly forgettable to me but it apparently became a no.

当初无意在乐队的Bebo上听到了Cry，Dreaming等歌曲之后就彻底被他们所征服，当时他们也只是出了几张单曲的小乐队，而如今发行完整张专辑的他们或许依旧渺小，但是触动心灵的感受还是没有让我放弃这张在07年就已经发行的作品，听了整整一个晚上，或许激动2字已经完全占据了内心，唠叨的说了这么多的废话(因为本来还想去amazon买这张碟的)，就此止住，接下来就说说这对甜蜜的情侣组合吧。

What little hope an aspiring Geonosian has lies in escape through gladiatorial combat. Geonosians of lower-caste are often pitted against other Geonosians, other sentients, or savage creatures in immense gladiatorial arenas. If the Geonosian surivives, he achieve status and ascends socially, or accrues enough wealth to leave Geonosis altogether.

由竞技场格斗中逃脱是一个胸怀大志的吉诺西斯人的渺小希望，低阶层的吉诺西斯人常常要在巨大的竞技场中与其他吉诺西斯人、其他人、或其他凶猛的生物打斗，如果吉诺西斯人存活下来，他便可以功成名就、攀上社会高层，或是获得足够的财富而彻底脱离吉诺西斯。

Here, open to all comers, in their beautiful and calm retreats, the ancient Sculptors are immortal, side by side with Michael Angelo, Canova, Titian, Rembrandt, Raphael, Poets, Historians, Philosophers - those illustrious men ofhistory, beside whom its crowned heads and harnessed warriors show so poor and small, and are so soon forgotten.

上古的雕刻家，在美丽沉静的别庄内向所有的人开放，永垂不朽，与米开朗基罗、卡诺瓦、提香、林布兰、拉斐尔、诗人、史家、哲人比肩并立──和这些史上的辉煌巨人比起来，那些侧身一旁的戴冠的君侯、披甲的战士，显得多麼渺小、贫乏，多麼快便被历史湮忘。

We have no common name for a mime of Sophron or Xenarchus and a Socratic Conversation; and we should still be without one even if the imitation in the two instances were in trimeters or elegiacs or some other kind of verse--though it is the way with people to tack on 'poet' to the name of a metre, and talk of elegiac-poets and epic-poets, thinking that they call them poets not by reason of the imitative nature of their work, but indiscriminately by reason of the metre they write in.

索夫农 、森那库斯和苏格拉底式的对话采用的模仿没有一个公共的名称；三音步诗、挽歌体或其他类型的诗的模仿也没有——人们把&诗人&这一名词和格律名称结合到一起，称之为挽歌体诗人或者史诗诗人，他们被称为诗人，似乎只是因为遵守格律写作，而非他们作品的模仿本质。

The relationship between communicative competence and grammar teaching should be that of the ends and the means.

交际能力和语法的关系应该是目标与途径的关系。