- 西柚不是西游
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Humble abode commonness in alley footpath is happy The life withdrawing from society and living in solitude is always considered being happy till high realm as if in tradition consciousness. But this is proud and aloof escape the world is also lonely at the same time , pure hidden person can not be used to understand and explain happy the general world appearance by being satisfied with of few, but few person really. It is said for a short time faint Yu Ye , greatly faint Yu city. Real happiness does not withdraw from society and live in solitude , can go and seek in being in a downtown but being not jungle. Dawn, permeates the antique carving window lattice , gives courtyard li of delicate potted landscape to spend upper as soon as slowly wiping golden light make-up. That the fried eggs "thorn sound curls upwards rising , air is hit by sweet room saying goodbye beginning to be full of childish inexperienced Tong Yin , rhythm , husband and wife that the automobile starts , still has simple simple neighbours extending greetings. All these in alley footpath, is busily occupied but chaos, is not lively but no noisy, insipid but be not fed up with. The end of an alley greenbelt the middle what not be had wilderness lease of life is filling the air in air although the dark green not having mountains and plains is just going to drip. Under tiny yellow road lamp, every long chair is writing different state of mind, sweet and happy , sorrowful and delightful , mingle with each other, in quiet middle ferments slowly. Who also can not know my corner is hit by a meeting be how pleasantly surprised, meeting be a ceaseless snack bar of unique one style hanger on of an aristocrat? Be one bar being there be jazz? Still be that one are laying bare the dumb high foot stool , be linked with the little all unused air cafe? Sit on the dumb chair being supporting a sunshade outdoors, and the newly know friend drinks tea at the same time, be talking about self little life at the same time , probably be also one kind being pleased. Time polishes , quilt time precipitate everything , the quilt out, have finally formed one kind of habit , one kind of tacit agreement , one kind of culture. The same kind is sly with the neighbour friend who comes to be a guest on at home with being flashing with once cultivating the tune laughs at the trifle by being bantering , the eye that everybody narrows up ingenious all tacit agreement land; The family is surrounding a sum together before the dining table , the mouth holding full food in the mouth is sending out ambiguous sound , some are making noise, but the nobody is fed up with. The alley pulls ceaselessly happy infestation speed but though narrow, ... With the fact that those concentrated but ice-cold many-storied buildings rise straight from the ground in the city, in possessing the stifled vehicle stream, a little field breaks people"s happiness to pieces in course of , drift about alone within dirty air. Everybody lives more and more spacious , more and more illegally dense. Oneself, is also transferred receiving a single-handed space lining, soul goes and not touching touching others be careful about a field, neither allowed others gets involved in casually. Special circumstances of the time in any case, one people calms down think that, those epigastric upset once was fed up with is recalled very warm think of very much. Manhattan towering aloft comparing with the high building, people further is fond of the antiquited tunnel that Florence is submerged under red dome by sunlight; Comparing with that glory is resplendent on night six family mouths,people meets Wan Hang who likes to be full of the children quarreling and fighting noisily being laughing and playing more crossing a road. Go to even if already grey but old, propping up up the dreamworld ought to is old secretly disheartened house serenity, soft speech"s hawk a sound , that small with memory dense alley too mild and fragrant. Cast light on if the pupil goes to watch in a pair of exquisite eye, corner that moss and Japanese ivy per one piece occupies in fact, being the greenish black poem , being able to not elegant , incapable is bold and unconstrained , that insipid happiness, is simple however. Happiness is what is approximately , probably not difficult to answer. Happiness is one poem spreading out , relate to under the city sky, those common alley footpath poems. The veil of night covers , that scatters to a myriad lights in the valley of distance of one middle, have a bit common happiness to rectify a humble abode being in the alley footpath, ...
- 皮皮
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搜谷歌翻译可以在线翻译的
Dwelling in the ordinary lanes and well-being
Hermit"s life seems in the traditional sense of happiness has been considered the highest level. But this is also a lonely aloof recluse, it is a small number of pure hermit, but a few of those can not be used to meet the universal interpretation of happiness look like.
There is a saying little faint in the wild, hermit in the city. True happiness is not seclusion, to the market rather than the jungle to find.
Morning, through the antique carved lattice windows, a garden of exquisite bonsai slowly golden touch of makeup on. That fried egg "thorn friends" sound curl rising, the air began to sound full of innocent children, cars start rhythm, sweet farewell between husband and wife, as well as neighbors plain simple hello. In all lanes, busy but not chaotic, lively but not noisy, not plain boring.
Hong Mei"s green mountains of the green while not dripping, but the air was filled with the wilderness does not have life. Yellow street lights, each with a different mood benches are written, sweet and joy, sadness and joy, mixed together, in quiet and slowly fermented. Who will know the next corner in what kind of surprise would be a unique constant snack bar patrons? Stood, a jazz bar? Or an arrayed tall wooden bench, and even the air is idle small coffee shop? Sitting on the wooden outdoor umbrellas propped on, and new acquaintances while drinking tea, while talking their little lives, and perhaps also a kind of pleasant.
Everything, polished by time, by that time and finally formed a habit, a tacit understanding, a culture.
And to house guest of neighbors and friends with one cleverly satirical tone with chores around, we have narrowed his eyes flashing with the same sly understanding; and family around the dinner table, title mouth full of food were also made ambiguous sound, some noisy, but no one bored.
Although the narrow alley, but the speed of the spread of Latin not live happy ... ...
With the city"s high-rise buildings are dense and cold where they stand, the congestion of traffic, in the polluted air, people"s happiness is a little bit of fragmentation, homeless. We live more and more spacious, more private. Self, is also planning into a single space, careful not to touch the hearts of others, nor allow others to easily intervene. However, a person will feel quiet, weary of those who have been very noisy warmth is missed in retrospect.
Compared to high-rise towers of Manhattan, people prefer the red dome of Florence under the sun flooded the old roadway; brighter than the Lujiazui in the night, people will prefer slapstick full of children laughing in the Wanhangdu. However, even if it Cang grow old, support from the dream world of old houses should be quiet and dark gray, Wu cries of soft dialect, which side had the warmth and memories of the mixing of a small alley.
If a pair of fine eyes go to the contemplation, in fact, occupy a corner of moss and ivy, are dark green of the Psalms, not elegant, not bold, just kind of plain happiness, simple.
Happiness is what he looks like, perhaps it is not difficult to answer. Happiness is a spread of the Psalms, on the city"s skies, those extraordinary poems lanes.
Night had fallen over, then scatter to the myriad of twinkling lights, how many ordinary happiness is dwelling in the lanes ... ...
- 小菜G
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Dwelling in the ordinary lanes and well-being
Hermit"s life seems in the traditional sense of happiness has been considered the highest level. But this is also a lonely aloof recluse, hermit it is purely a minority of the minority who can not be used to meet the universal interpretation of happiness look like.
There is a saying little faint in the wild, hermit in the city. True happiness is not seclusion, to the market rather than the jungle to find.
Morning, through the antique carved lattice windows, a garden of exquisite bonsai slowly golden touch of makeup on. That fried egg "thorn friends" sound curl rising, the air began to sound full of innocent children, cars start rhythm, sweet farewell between husband and wife, as well as neighbors plain simple hello. In all lanes, busy but not chaotic, lively but not noisy, not plain boring.
Hong Mei"s green mountains of the green while not dripping, but the air was filled with the vitality of the wilderness in the no. Yellow street lights, each with a different mood benches are written, sweet and joy, sadness and joy, mixed together, in quiet and slowly fermented. Who will know the next corner in what kind of surprise would be a unique constant snack bar patrons? Is a jazz bar lying? Or an arrayed tall wooden bench, and even the air is idle small coffee shop? Sitting on the wooden outdoor umbrellas propped on, and new acquaintances while drinking tea, while talking their little lives, and perhaps also a kind of pleasant.
Everything, polished by time, by that time and finally formed a habit, a kind of tacit understanding, a culture.
And to house guest of neighbors and friends with one cleverly satirical tone with chores around, we have narrowed his eyes flashing with the same sly understanding; and family around the dinner table, title mouth full of food was also made ambiguous sound, some noisy, but no one bored.
Although the narrow alleys, but the speed of the spread of Latin not live happy ... ...
With the city"s high-rise buildings are dense and cold where they stand, the congestion of traffic, in the polluted air, people"s happiness is a little bit of fragmentation, homeless. We live more and more spacious, more private. Self, is also planning into a single space, careful not to touch the hearts of others, nor allow others to easily intervene. However, a person will feel quiet, weary of those who have been very noisy warmth is missed in retrospect.
Compared to high-rise towers of Manhattan, people prefer the red dome of Florence under the sun flooded the old roadway; brighter than the Lujiazui in the night, people will prefer slapstick full of children laughing in the Wanhangdu. However, even if it Cang grow old, support from the dream world of old houses should be quiet and dark gray, Wu cries of soft dialect, which side had the warmth and memories of the mixing of a small alley.
If a pair of fine eyes go to the contemplation, in fact, occupy a corner of moss and ivy, are dark green of the Psalms, not elegant, not bold, just kind of plain happiness, simple.
Happiness is what he looks like, perhaps it is not difficult to answer. Happiness is a spread of the Psalms, on the city"s skies, those extraordinary poems lanes.
Night had fallen over, then scatter to the myriad of twinkling lights, how many ordinary happiness is dwelling in the lanes ... ...
- 牛云
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打车
一个老年妇人去打车。
她对司机说:"送我去车站。"
“好的,夫人”司机回答说。
“你一定要慢点开,小心点。等到交警放下胳膊允许通行再走。而且请不要沿着拐弯处开应为路很湿滑。”
出租车司机感到很生气。
他说:“好的,夫人。但是请你先告诉我如果我们出了事故你想去哪家医院呢?”
- LuckySXyd
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这个翻译成英文肯定没那个意思了 我水平不够 不过楼上明显机翻的 楼主要用还要自己再改