黄昏

Dispute, loneliness and loss called my name at those dusks. What should Ihave done, to weep with smiles or to smile with tears?

争吵、孤独、迷茫在那些黄昏悄然来访，究竟是该微笑着流泪还是留着泪去微笑？

Take my sorrow and my sin I will run into your arms again Hold me father Once again my tears are dried By your perfect love that's river-wide Over-flowing As i stand on it's bank With my arms overhead I am overcome As i breathe The air of heaven Drawing in your fragrance When i breathe I feel your fullness come alive Inside of me You're the breath that i breathe Covered by the evening sky I turn my gaze to where your kingdom lies Deep inside me A silent whisper in my mind Sweet surrender to your love divine Peace enfolding In the stillness i empty my soul And your healing presence flows As i breathe The air of heaven Drawing in your fragrance When i breathe I feel your fullness come alive Inside of me You're the breath that i breathe It's taking hold It's second nature when i Savor... When i Savor...

带走我的悲伤和罪孽我再次投入你的怀抱把我抱的更紧你像大河一样宽广的奔流不息的爱，完美的爱再次风干了我的眼泪当我站在河堤，高举手臂时，我被征服了当我呼吸天堂的空气时，就是沐浴于你的芬芳当我呼吸时，我感觉到你完全的复活而不是我你是我呼吸的气息黄昏的天空下我转为注视你所在的地方在我内心深处在我脑海里无声的耳语甜蜜输给了你对神圣和平的爱被寂静包围，我掏空了我的灵魂，掏空了你能治疗伤痛的川流不息当我呼吸天堂的空气时，沐浴于你的芬芳当我呼吸时，我感觉到你完全的复活而不是我你是我呼吸的气息那是相拥那是第二天性当我感觉到你的气息。。。。。。。。。

Qq2009 sp5下载水,完毕.The love Song Of J.Alfred Prufrock By T.S.Eliot Let us go then,you and I,When the evening is spread out against the sky Like apatient etherized upon atable;Let us go,through certain half-deserted streets,The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:Streets that follow like atedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question.Oh,do not ask,What is it?

参考网上翻译如下：那么我们走吧，你我两个人，正当朝天空慢慢铺展着黄昏好似病人麻醉在手术桌上；我们走吧，穿过一些半清冷的街，那儿休憩的场所正人声喋喋；有夜夜不宁的下等歇夜旅店和满地蚌壳的铺锯末的饭馆；街连着街，好象一场讨厌的争议带着阴好看的qq头像险的意图要把你引向一个重大的问题…唉，不要问，那是什么？

A question raised in the face-lifted LIFESTYLE page goes: how should society at large look upon the love between widows and widowers in their twilight years?

改版后的《生活版》提出了这样的问题：全社会该如何看待鳏寡老人的黄昏之恋？

A question raised in the face-lifted LIFESTYLE page goes: how should society at large look upon the love between widow s and widow ers in their twilight years?

改版后的《生活版》提出了这样的问题：全社会该如何看待鳏寡老人的黄昏之恋？

Then flayed him to death for his pride.on another occasion,he lost out

黄昏时分，他在遥远的西海结束了旅行，然后就乘上金船返回东方的家中。

Stay,stay, until the hasting day has run but to the even-song; and,having pray'd together, we will go with you along.

停下来，停下来，等匆忙的日脚跑进黄昏的木暮霭；在那时共同祈祷着，在回家的路上徘徊。

At evening the lake hazed over.

黄昏时湖上笼罩着霭。

Dusk Looking into the sunset I can't help but notice that despite her beauty, a sense of struggle and hopeless surround the sky . Deep inside you realize that this day is gone, and everything that It had brought is lost forever. Every thought,every action,every dream,every hope, every sight,every sound is gone. There is no chance of every being returned the same, exactly the same. For every moment has a limit to what it can capture, Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve. And the colours in the sky try to entertain us. one last act with painted smiles, for they too know that nothing can be done to save the day. So futile their attempt to comfort our fear of the night. our horror as we try to find our way, like children who wander into a forest and never return. I am ingratiated by the sunset because of her sensitivity as she tries to push the darkness back for just a moment more. But like so many times before....to no avail!

黄昏 凝望夕阳，我无法抑止地看到，无论她是如何的美丽动人，挣扎和绝望依然萦绕天幕，内心深处，你明白今日已逝，它所带来的一切也永远消失了，每一脉思想，每一次行动，每一个梦想，每一线希望每一幅景象，每一缕声音，都消逝而去，一切都不可能还复如初，和原来一模一样，只因每一个时刻所能捕捉的东西是有限的，甚至每一段记忆所能缅怀的一切也是有限的而天空中的绮丽色彩努力让我们快乐起来，最后上演的是五彩缤纷的微笑，因为它们也知晓，做什么都无法留住时日，它们想安慰我们对夜的恐惧，而又如此徒劳无益，虽然恐惧，我们依然寻找出路，宛若在林中的孩心，彷徨不知归路，我满心欢喜，只因夕阳的敏感，她竭力将黑暗推回，仅仅为了再多驻留一刻，可却犹如以往，一切都无济于事。。。。

They had paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log, at dusk on Saturday, landing five or six miles below the village; they had slept in the woods at the edge of the town till nearly daylight, and had then crept through back lanes and alleys and finished their sleep in the gallery of the church among a chaos of invalided benches.

星期六黄昏的时候，他们坐在一块大木头上，顺流而漂，漂到密苏里河的另一边，在离小镇下游五六英里的地方上了岸。他们在镇外的树林子里睡了一觉，醒来时，天已快亮。然后他们悄悄地穿过僻静的胡同和小巷，溜进教堂的长廊。那儿堆满了乱七八糟的破凳子。他们又接着睡，一觉睡到了大天亮。

It seems likely that Kraft will return with a better offer.

看起来卡夫要重新考虑一个更好的出价了。

But he'd rather burn off my feelers and watch me squirm.

可他却放任那个家伙对我为所欲为！