辗转

The splendor of the kindling day The splendor of the setting sun These move my soul to wend its way And have done With all we grasp and toil amongst and say The paling roses of a cloud The fading bow that arches space These woo my fancy toward my shroud Toward the place Of faces veiled,and heads discrowned and bowed The nation of the awful stars The wandering star whose blaze is brief These make me beat against the bars Of my grief My tedious grief twin to the life it mars O fretted heart tossed to and fro So fain to flee, so fain to rest All glories that are high or low East or west Grow dim to thee who art so fain to go

希望可以帮到你绚丽辉煌的一天点燃夕阳提出这些灵魂Wend自行其是，我们所做的一切，并掌握其中的辛劳与玫瑰说巴陵一鞠躬说云逝我国花式拱门空呜走向这些地方对我脸上掩饰不了，首长discrowned低头的民族可怕的大火是明星星光天涯短暂使我击败我的悲痛，我对酒吧的生活资讯繁琐悲痛孪生火星澳瘦得心脏疼痛，辗转来摆去，所以逃离，休息到疼痛等所有辉煌的高低东西给你成长冲淡美术等人的视野去

And nowadays, that time second be like,the opportunity already passed the dream yesterday, perhaps you can regret to be in what opportunity lingering lets in his flounder waste time to escape, the opportunity enrols handle to you, just you are too hesitant.

而如今，那一次次的机会已逝如昨日之梦，也许你会后悔在自己的辗转蹉跎中让机会缠绵的溜走，机会是向你招过手的，只是你太犹豫。

It is like a great man or like the griffons on the wine label, which destine to majestically come to life one day.

辗转沉浮，也改变不了一个贵族酒庄的复苏和腾飞。

The family had to move from city to city, leading a gypsy life.

我们一家不得不辗转在各个城市，只为了讨生活。

Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.

我的灵魂如甜美的蓝风信子辗转翻飞。

When the couple met in Lausanne, Switzerland, in 1947, she was Doreen Keir, a 23-year-old British woman from a broken home travelling, somewhat aimlessly, through postwar Europe; he was still Gérard Horst, a 24-year-old Austrian of Jewish descent, without money, prospects or a country to call home.

1947年，他们在瑞士的洛桑相遇。那时，她的名字叫多琳·基尔，一个23岁的英国女子。她来自一个破碎的家庭，身如蓬草，在战后的欧洲辗转漂泊。

When the couple met in Lausanne, Switzerland, in 1947, she was Doreen Keir, a 23-year-old British woman from a broken home travelling, somewhat aimlessly, through postwar Europe; he was still Gérard Horst, a 24-year-old Austrian of Jewish descent, without money, prospects or a country to call home.

1947年，他们在瑞士的卢塞恩相遇。那时，她的名字叫多瑞恩q凯尔，一个23岁的英国女生。她来自一个破碎的家庭，身如蓬草，在战后的欧洲辗转漂泊。

As Leming traveled around the Southeast playing open-mic nights in any club or coffeehouse that would have him, he slept in his car and took odd jobs to pay for food and gas, all the while dreaming about the album he would make one day.

当leming辗转东南部，在一些愿意聘请他的俱乐部或咖啡屋的open-mic nights上演出的时候，他睡在自己的车里，打一些杂工来支付食物和汽油费用，梦想着他也许有一天会有一张专辑。

I was wandering around Luzern for whole afternoon sat beside the lake,fed the swan,felt the comfortable speed in this city I have said "so beautiful" from my heart for countless times "forgive" me that my camera can not capture all the nice view there I hope I can be a swan in Luzern lake!

在Luzern晃晃悠悠一下午，坐在湖边喂天鹅感受这里悠闲的生活节奏，在纪念品店里辗转，难以取舍那天下午，说了无数次&太漂亮了&，是发自心底，不由自主地感叹，原谅我的镜头不能完全记录她的美丽，这是一个需要静静品味的地方多希望做一只在卢塞恩湖里游弋的天鹅啊！

The billows, torn and lashed by the wind, encompass him hideously; the tossings of the abyss bear him away; all the tongues of water dash over his head; a populace of waves spits upon him; confused openings half devour him; every time that he sinks, he catches glimpses of precipices filled with night; frightful and unknown vegetations seize him, knot about his feet, draw him to them; he is conscious that he is becoming an abyss, that he forms part of the foam; the waves toss him from one to another; he drinks in the bitterness; the cowardly ocean attacks him furiously, to drown him; the enormity plays with his agony.

迎风崩裂的波涛狠狠地包围着他，波峰波谷带着他辗转上下，一缕缕的白练飞腾在他的头上，一阵阵的狂澜向他喷唾，巨浪的口把他吞没殆半；他每次下沉，都隐约看见那黑暗的深渊，一些未曾见过的奇怪植物捉住他，缠着他的脚，把他拉向它们那里去；他觉得自己也成了旋涡，也成了泡沫的一部分，波涛把他往复抛掷；他喝着苦汁，无情的海水前仆后继，定要把他淹没，浩瀚的泽国拿他的垂死挣扎来取乐。

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