记忆地

Standing in front of these oil paintings of Feng Jincao,as if we were flying through the time tunnel. Whirring wind slipped by, clouds changed their shapes quickly, and continual changing views blurred and danced before our eyes. We trace the jumping-of point of human being in a diverse direction of time's growth. Those brilliant rays of history frozen in memory reflect on our dress, and the root of our culture shows loving care for modern people's sprit and life by Feng's painting.

前言 站在冯劲草的油画作品面前，我们仿佛正在穿越时空隧道，耳边是呼呼的风声，眼前是千层万叠的烟云和不断模糊变幻的视野，我们逆向时间轴的速度要追回人类逝去的起点，那些凝结在记忆里的历史光芒斑驳地映在我们的衣杉上，我们的文化之根正通过冯劲草特殊的油画表达方式，关怀着当代人的精神和生活。

There are memories which tranquilize you .

有些记忆，能静静地在心底让你安详。。。。。。

In mine memory, the father and the mother also are only live tranquilly.

在我的记忆中，父亲和母亲也只是平静地过着日子。

Should the moon refuse to make its appearance And the star to twinkle Let's use the fire in our hearts To kindle the night And turn it into a nightful of joy The fog is like the lamb gone astray Popping out its head uneasily from the black curtain of night The frame reflects The glow on your face Let's fan hard Fan out the dancing sparks Fan out the fragrance of the meat When the night is deep When the stars have gone to sleep in the misty smoke Let's sing that old and unforgotten song Exchange simplicity with our eyes Transmit sincerity with our hands Till the sorrow and unhappiness of the day Has burnt into A pile of wordless ashes And our melancholy Barbecued Into the charred chicken wing in our hands Tonight, we drink no wine But we are drunk Drunk in the lost memory Drunk in the joyous occasion

假如月光不来假如星子们不肯睁开眼睛我们就用心中那团熊熊的火把夜燃烧起来把夜，烧成许多不寐的狂欢雾象一只迷途的羔羊不安地从夜的黑幕中探出头来火光，却映照出你脸上一片璀璨的红霞我们就用力扇吧扇出满天飞舞的星辰扇出阵阵扑鼻的肉香等到夜已深沉，等到星子们也在朦胧的烟火中沉沉睡去我们就唱起那首古老而难忘的歌以眼瞳交换纯朴以手心传送赤诚直到日间的烦恼与不快都己烧成一堆无言的灰烬忧郁——也烤成手上一只焦黑的鸡翅今夜，没有酒但我们俱己迷失迷失在失去的记忆里迷失在忘我的欢腾中

Ken's unhidden memories quickly told him what he might expect next.

肯恩的不隐藏的记忆很快地告诉了他他所然后可能期待的。

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

我还曾枕过谁的手臂直至天明？如今，我已毫无记忆。但这夜雨鬼影重重，敲打着窗玻璃，似乎在等待回音，在轻声叹息。那个我已忘记的少年，在深夜里再也不会翻身面向我。静静地，我的心在疼，抑制不住哭泣。

V Irish poets, earn your trade, Sing whatever is well made, Scorn the sort now growing up All out of shape from toe to top, Their unremembering hearts and heads Base-born products of base beds.

爱尔兰诗人，学好你们的专业，歌唱那美好地做成的一切，轻视那种正从头到脚都已失去了模样的奥妙，他们缺乏记忆的头和心——低卑的床上的低卑的产品。

Dragged out by this dense rain shade, a scene of past affection, some smile-faces, even some unrooted scenarios in your memory, suddenly come into the light of this autumn from faintness to clearness.

一场旧情，几张笑脸，一些在你的记忆中远到不见踪影的情节，总是被绵密的雨帘牵扯，恍恍地从辰光里走来，从模糊走向清晰。

In an essay published in 1953, Short Memory , Cassou unwaveringly asserted that taking responsibility for one's actions was a vital part of what makes a human being human.

在1953年发表的文章《短暂的记忆》中，卡苏毫不动摇地宣称，对自己的行为负责，是人之所以成为人的关键所在。

Further more, the vaguer the memories about Zhitzu are, the deeper I can understand her.

并且发觉，关于直子的记忆愈是模糊，我才能更深入地理解她。

Neither the killing of Mr Zarqawi nor any breakthrough on the political front will stop the insurgency and the fratricidal murders in their tracks.

在对危险的南部地区访问时，他斥责什叶派民兵领导人对中央集权的挑衅行为。

In fact,I've got him on the satellite mobile right now.

实际上 我们已接通卫星可视电话了