馥郁的

She recognized her room by the vapor of muriatic acid in the workshop next door, the hallway by the perfume of jasmines in the garden, my grandparents' bedroom by the smell of the wood alcohol they both would rub on their bodies before they went to sleep, Aunt Mama's room by the odor of oil in the lamps on the altar, and, at the end of the hallway, the succulent smell of the kitchen.

隔壁的工作室里盐酸挥发出气体，她据此辨认自己的房间；院子里的茉莉芬芳馥郁，她借以识别走廊；外祖父母临睡前都要在身上擦木精，她就凭这种气味确定他们的卧室；Mama姨婆的房间呢，则是靠祭坛上那些灯的灯油味儿来指引。还有，在走廊的尽头，烹饪的味道浓厚扑鼻的，当然就是厨房了。

I like many writers for many reasons—Carlyle for his ruggedness and scorn of shams; Wordsworth, who teaches the oneness of man and nature; I find an exquisite pleasure in the oddities and surprises of Hood, in Herrick's quaintness and the palpable scent of lily and rose in his verses; I like Whittier for his enthusiasms and moral rectitude.

其实，每个作者都有自己独特的风格值得欣赏，比如卡莱的粗犷以及对虚伪的憎厌，华尔斯华绥天人一体的观点，以及胡德怪异惊人之笔，赫里克的典雅还有他诗歌中饱含的百合和玫瑰的馥郁芬芳，都对我有深远的影响。同样的，我也喜欢惠蒂尔的热情正直。

Everything was fine, common and good, the smell of earth, cooking suppers, smoke, the rich summer air of the valley full of plant growth, grapes growing, peaches ripening, and the oleander bush swooning with sweetness, the same as ever.

一切都是美好的、踏实的、宜人的：泥土，煮着的晚饭以及炊烟所发出的芳香；河谷里夏天浓郁的空气充满了植物生长的气息，葡萄越长越大，桃子越来越熟，夹竹桃的馥郁令人昏晕，这一切永远是老样子。

And everywhere the sleepy smell of rotting wood,damp earth and dusty hollyhocks thick and perfunmy like the blue-blond hair of the dead.

到处都是那种令人昏昏欲睡的气味：腐烂的木头，潮湿的泥土，以及那蒙了灰尘的蜀葵，像老去的人那白发到发蓝的金发一样浓郁而馥郁。

Plunder melds and run with this jewel!

掠夺melds和运行与此宝石！

My dream is to be a crazy growing tree and extend at the edge between the city and the forest.

此刻，也许正是在通往天国的路上，我体验着这白色的晕旋。