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247 【Dark Peril】The pad of his finger traced over her mouth, brushed back and forth until she parted her lips. He pushed inside her mouth and instinctively she closed her lips around his finger, her tongue flicking over it, sucking before she could stop herself. Hot color swept into her face and she tried to turn her heads, but his hand spanned her throat, holding her still, his head slightly thrown back as if he was enjoying the sensation of her mouth around his finger. She stroked along his knuckle with her tongue, and followed as he slowly withdrew, so that she nibbled at the pad of his finger before he went back to tracing her lips. -- Christine Feehan.

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风靡悉尼和上海的著名品牌，问一下学生们怎么读这个单词呢？（不许瞠目结舌，哑口无言，否则击掌10下以示惩罚）。。-- Any one knows how to pronounce the famous brand as a word? Note that keeping silence in my class is a serious offence -- you are lialbe to a punishment of your palm being hit ten times with a prickly bamboo stick....

floraz

虽然fcuk是French Connection UK的缩写
还是不理解这个品牌怎么会用这个名字

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原帖由 floraz 于 2012-1-15 23:41 发表
虽然fcuk是French Connection UK的缩写
还是不理解这个品牌怎么会用这个名字

还是你厉害，还知道名字的来由。。感觉这个品牌达到了哗众的目的，好像是衣服，-- 应该没人敢穿出来炫耀？

似水华年

forget me, you won't have pain; forget you, it is just vain...(monkey11)

似水华年

原帖由 floraz 于 2012-1-15 23:41 发表
虽然fcuk是French Connection UK的缩写
还是不理解这个品牌怎么会用这个名字

看到这也才知道这个品牌名字的由来~~

洋八路

248 【Dark Peril】He brushed a kiss over her mouth again. Her lips trembled in resonse. The fireball in her core radiated so much heat she was afraid she might spontaneously combust. Her feminine channel burned for him, and between her legs she could feel the hot dampness spreading. -- Christine Feehan.

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我发誓我不是有意的 。。 -- I swear to my humble knees it was taken by an absolute accident, however you may laugh at him, or me ...

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249 【Little Women】Jo could not speak, and for several minutes there was no sound but the sigh of the wind and the lapping of the tide.  A white-winged gull flew by, with the flash of sunshine on its silvery breast.  Beth watched it till it vanished, and her eyes were full of sadness.  A little gray-coated sand bird came tripping over the beach 'peeping' softly to itself, as if enjoying the sun and sea.  It came quite close to Beth, and looked at her with a friendly eye and sat upon a warm stone, dressing its wet feathers, quite at home.  Beth smiled and felt comforted, for the tiny thing seemed to offer its small friendship and remind her that a pleasant world was still to be enjoyed. -- by Louisa May Alcottby

-- Beth 所剩时间不多，同她的姐姐Jo在海边沙滩。。

成都：真正的乞讨应该是这样的？只伸手，不露脸，一个方便面碗?  I presume this to be a superior way to beg – an empty bowl of fast-noodle, a palm effortly exposed, and most of all, a hidden face that must be grubby and dreary.

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250 【Little Women】You, you are, you're a great deal too good for me, and I'm so grateful to you, and so proud and fond of you, I don't know why I can't love you as you want me to.  I've tried, but I can't change the feeling, and it would be a lie to say I do when I don't. -- by Louisa May Alcottby

-- 她应该努力地爱他，爱应该可以耕耘培养出来的呢。。

成都：一滴一滴的，太诱惑人，简直受不了， 不过我还是忍住没进去，怕被宰。。。 -- This is overwhelmingly seductive and compellingly inviting, that would make your heart flutter, that will flare up a stream of excitement and secretive anticipation; but with an even stronger dread I could be trapped and ripped， and very much consumed inside its darkest lounge, I sooth my irritated soul, suppress the vicious urge and successfully preserve my innocence away from its peril …

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251 【Little Women】She tried in a blind, hopeless way to do her duty, secretly rebelling against it all the while, for it seemed unjust that her few joys should be lessened, her burdens made heavier, and life get harder and harder as she toiled along.  Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow.  It was not fair, for she tried more than Amy to be good -- by Louisa May Alcottby

-- 一天一天，一日一日，做一点无聊的事情，象毫无知觉、不知到什么时候就死掉的猫一样， 等死！！！！

兆头不好。。-- a bad omen!!

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252 【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】It was a fine morning, and the sun lighted up to a scarlet glow the crimson jacket she wore, and painted a soft lustre upon her bright face and dark hair. by Thomas Hardy

-- 怎么看着象是一个穿着红棉袄的农村女青年？ (note that i have a better mood this morning ..)

悉尼：这个小孩和妈妈有意思，象狗一样牵着，让他光着肚子聆听大地 -- 中国父母肯定是不允许的。。  -- Quite a marvellous scene, where a baby, leashed like a puppy, is allowed with his uncovered belly pressing on the ground, listening to the great earth – how can you imagine a Chinese parent could let loose the sort of carelessness and negligence?  ..

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253 【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】Suddenly an unexpected series of sounds began to be heard in this place up against the sky.  They had a clearness which was to be found nowhere in the wind, and a sequence which was to be found nowhere in nature.  They were the notes of Farmer Oak's flute. -- by Thomas Hardy

-- 在寂寥的森林里吹笛子。。

悉尼山区图书馆：我仔细看了好几分钟，看他一直在墙壁上轮流磨蹭着他的两只脚，搞不懂他在搞什么名堂。第一结论是他的脚趾头很痒，想用比手更粗糙有效的墙壁来应付；第二结论是墙壁上有植物或者虫子他想要消灭；第三结论是他在做‘脚趾体操’，防止脚趾头得上某种不可治愈的癌症；最后的经过证实的结论是.. (我不说，除非你问) 。。 -- For many minutes, my attention had been drawn to the peculiar action of this man, who had kept scraping and kicking his foot alternatively from one to another on the wall, with an air of no less sternness and formality than we Chinese handling forks and knives in a grand western restaurant. My initial reckoning being that he was trying to comfort some area of ticklish skin in his feet, which could only be satisfied by the rougher surface of the concrete instead of his own device; second inference was there was some moss or insects which he had a passion for murdering; third observation he was simply doing a special exercise as to prevent a type of cancer from developing around his toes; and the final conclusion, with regard to the real cause of his behaviour, and only discovered after I had dumped the famous Chinese-styled modesty and went directly to him for, was ….. (please ask, if your curiosity is so much aroused..)

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254 【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】The young woman, whose eyelids were apparently inclined to fall together on the smallest provocation of silence, yawned without parting her lips to any inconvenient extent, whereupon Gabriel caught the infection and slightly yawned in sympathy. -- by Thomas Hardy

-- 打哈欠也会传染人的。。

悉尼：一个傍晚，天欲泪，人心凉；一根枯枝，吊在树上，一只小鸟，立在枝上；一种美丽，沉静了沧桑，一个灵魂，远望夕阳。-- A dusky sky, about to wail, feeling a heart, which is chill; a feeble bird, perching on a twig, dangling a stick; a serene beauty, aged and melancholy; a single soul, wondering about the sunset, calling the glow.

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255 【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】Oak sighed a deep honest sigh--none the less so in that, being like the sigh of a pine plantation, it was rather noticeable as a disturbance of the atmosphere.   -- by Thomas Hardy

- 关于叹气。。


上海：80克，重过全世界，也重过她自己？-- If the whole world weighs no more than 80 gram, she is assumed even slighter than half of the amount.

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256 【Eclipse】'We're divorcing. It's really not her fault. The most critical thing I can say is that Amy never questions her life. If her client is a crook, he just is. My tendency to ponder the meaning of it all strikes her as a waste of time. -- by Richard North Patterson.

-- 他们为啥离婚？

悉尼：大过年的，给你送一个长生不老蛋，吃完你的年龄倒着走，走到外婆桥，刚好18岁，你走不动了，停滞不前了，为啥？因为外婆桥年老失修，桥基断裂。。哈，这下你高兴了，年年18了，网络不上了，街上溜达了，吸引目光了，可还总生着气，为啥？因为脸上长了几个青春豆。。。 -- For the upcoming Chinese New Year, let me give you a gift, a forever-young-egg I found in a bush last week. Eating it, your age will start walking backwards, until it reaches 18 at the legendary Grandma-Bridge, where you have to pause and continue no more. Why? Because the old bridge is broken, due to many years’ lack of humanely care. Ah, what a sweet surprise! You draw your breath and immediately feel thrillingly happy, for every year you will be prime at eighteen, for, no longer you need obsessed with the internet, for you would go strolling the city street with every bits of your spare time, attracting the numerous admiring glances. However, you still feel ill at ease most of your living hours, why? Because there are one or two troubling acnes in your face, if there are not, then your nose is not high enough, if it is not, then your eyes don’t have double-folds, if they do, then your legs are plumper than desired ....

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257 【The Importance of Living】People also enjoy themselves at first in parties where there are beautiful women and boys, where some beat the drum and others play the sheng and a lot of things are going on in the hall. But after the mood is past, one gets on the contrary, a sense of sadness. It is much better to light incense and open your book and sit quitely and leisurely, maintaining a calm of spirit, and the charm deepens as you go along. -- by Mingliaotse translated by Lin Yutang

-- I would think keeping a balance of various living activites is the key to leading a worthy life, rather than only sticking to any single one like attending party, or reading a book and discriminately disregarding others..

上海：研读小孩心理学 -- I was curious what kind of book was of such a charm to her that she had to read on her busy travelling steps. So I went to ask her, and was replied with her smiling kindness that it was a book about Children Phsycology. She had a boy baby and she believed the book would help her taking better care of him.

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258 【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】

"  The rose is red,
   The violet blue,
   Carnation's sweet,
   And so are you."

-  by Thomas Hardy

-- 简单的情诗，不简单的快乐。。

悉尼：其实她没有同谁在讲话，一个多小时都在抽烟，头上的烟雾飘的非常神秘，神态象是神仙下凡，有通灵的本事，不得不让我肃然起敬。。如果你信命，信八卦和星座什么的，不如找她测算一下。。。To the contrary of her suggested gesture of talking to anybody on site, she was sitting there merely musing within herself, continuously smoking for more than one hour (I returned in same period to find her still lounging in the same spot). The smoking wreaths, floating her overhead, were swirling up, slowly and mysteriously as if towards somewhere in the heaven. She reminded me of some awe-inspiring fortune-tellers, who claimed to have possessed the power of direct communicating with some spirits either in heaven or in hell, and could see your past, tell your future, or even cast your next life as so believed. If you have a good confidence in fate, 八卦（the Eight Diagrams）, and astrology, you may regard her as a trustworthy companionship, at least from what she appears to be.

注：图片已删

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259 【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】It appears that ordinary men take wives because possession is not possible without marriage, and that ordinary women accept husbands because marriage is not possible without possession; with totally differing aims the method is the same on both sides. -- by Thomas Hardy

-- 男人为了占有一个女人结婚；女人为了结婚而被男人占有。。目的不纯，结果一致。。-- 可能是老观念了，现在的人不结婚也可以占有，不过，不占有可以结婚吗？好像不行。。

李白故乡绵阳：文明泊车， 哈，好有意思啊，你看他的帽子，戴在头顶上；你看他的衣服，穿在身体上；你看他的屁股，坐在一个凳子上；都非常的文明。就是那个凳子，可以泊在马路上。。。 -- Please park your car in a civilized manner! An ordinary scene, but I had rather entertaining moments as I beheld this man and the motto on his back. His cap on his head, his cloth on his body, his buttock on the stool were all done with in a neat and civilized manner, excepting the stool itself, on which his civilized being rested, was unfortunately strayed off a line of sound civilization.

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260 【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】'You were nothing to me once, and I was contented; you are now nothing to me again, and how different the second nothing is from the first!  Would to God you had never taken me up, since it was only to throw me down!' -- by Thomas Hardy

-- 可怜的多情的老男人 -- 他本来一个人好好的，她先招惹他 （因为村子里的男人对她非常注意，唯独他从没有正眼看过她，所以在情人节的时候她搞恶作剧给他送了一束花，匿名的，并在卡片上写着Marry me!)，搞得他的爱液从此波澜起伏；可等到他知道了谁送的，并向她正式求婚的时候，她又非常礼貌地拒绝了他-- 这个是他绝望的时候对她所说的话。


悉尼：她在等公交车，从她的姿势表明  --  她等的是她关心的，而不是她所爱的；她等的是她要使用的，而不是要占有的；等是为了她脚的轻松，而不是心的热切；等的是时间的无聊，而不是生命的烦恼。。 -- She is waiting for a bus; from the way she poised herself you may conceive that she is waiting --  for not she loves but cares, for not she owns but uses, for not a passion of heart but a peace of feet, for not the trouble of mind but killing of time…

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261.【Dead Roses】Days slipped easily away for Mrs Mortlock. Her island, balanced in its bubble, floated between seasons in an air which was neither hot nor cold. She clumped like an animal through the scrub. Or stalked birdlike over the sand. So deserted was her desert beach that she took off all her clothes once, without even looking over her shoulder, and walked into the milky sea. Exquisite skirts of foam clung to her ankles, and began to soothe her thighs. It was so gently perfect in the healing water that she closed her eyes.... by Patrick White

-- 她在澳洲的一个寂寞海滩，脱光衣服，一丝不挂，让海水。。。你敢吗？

重庆：看看这个丰润漂亮的女同胞，她鲜嫩的五官表情，丰满的、被麻辣味不断熏陶培养的快乐嘴唇。。想着她的幸福满足的模样，又想着自己不时的杞人忧天，想着自己怎么想也还是空洞的生存意义，我是应该觉得羞愧着离开呢，还是应该上前去带着我的爱心，大胆的亲吻她可爱的脸？  -- Everything about this girl seemed markedly appealing to me. Her fresh, succulent and plump features, especially her happy and rich lips, upon which the 四川-styled tingling hot spice must have sufficiently permeated and nourished, were presented before me a soul of utterly contentment and satisfaction; whilst regarding myself, who couldn’t help showing off a pretence of thoughtfulness and wistfulness from time to time, and who, though knowing the ultimate voidness of a life existence, tried many an effort of masturbating for a purpose of my earthly experience, should I be ashamed for looking at her and shy away, or merely gather my courage, and step up a hearty kiss on her lovely face?

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262.【Dead Roses】The voice on the telephone as she booked the air ticket to her home city was so warm and masculine she was almost persuaded she had committed a willing adultery. -- by Patrick White

-- 对方磁性的，很有诱惑力的男声让她相信自己已经‘出轨’了。。

猫本：这个旅馆位于在离墨尔本唐人街不远的地方，原来我在另外一个酒店，散步看到这个，名字很吸引人，就换到这里，并在那里住了两个晚上。这个旅馆是她家的，名副其实，确实是她家的，我住在她家，就象是亲戚小舅子似的，非常有家的感觉。晚上的时候，旅馆反复播放着梁山伯祝英台的二胡曲，很温馨，很感人，尽管筷子汤匙、厕所床铺等生活用具总感觉散发着不少油光（这反而让我思念着我远在海外的四川农村老家）。当然钱是没有商量的，不能少付的，唯一的遗憾的是上不了足迹，所以感觉肾有点亏。。

This hotel, located somewhere nearing the Chinatown in Melbourne, had an interesting name of ‘Hotel of Her Home’. As a male human creature, I confessed that I owned certain peculiar fancy of ‘Her Home’, which, in theory, should not overly contradict with the intrigue of many other male fellows in the world. Her home, a home of a female, a home of a gender to my only opposite and of my second indispensable half, was having a speculative weirdness that this home could make the partial of me complete in both body and spirit. Thus, acting upon an impulse not at all unnaturally bound, I moved from my previous, a great deal more grandly looking hotel to this new place, and started staying there for two days before virgin-blued back to Sydney. It was, as imagined and ascertained by the name, actually Her Home, and I lived in her home no less pleasantly and intimately than what her brother-in-law could have enjoyed. During every night of my two nights, the air in the hotel was surprisingly breezed by the ancient music of 梁山伯祝英台, which was played by the equally ancient Chinese instrument 二胡. Its melancholy and undulating melody so touched and soothed to the depth of my emotion that I imagined myself becoming Yang San Bo (洋三伯) in Australia, should a fashionable name was needed. I had to also remark that the dining chopsticks and spoons, as well as the toilet and bedding all illuminated off some quality of oily surface, which might be regarded by most to be rather unhygienic; but nevertheless, to me, it even gave more degree of homely reflection by a nostalgic looking back at my birth-place in Sichuang. Well, I didn’t try to ask for a discount of the hotel rate, as one might have wanted as a seemingly genuine relative of her; the fact was, on the contrary, I could have liked to pay more for my worthwhile lodging, if so asked by her. The only regret, I had to feel sorry to mention, was that there was no internet facility in the room to kick for my darling OUTSTEPS, therefore making me suffer from a shortage of energy within my piteous kidney.

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263 【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】Now there was not a rustle, not a breeze, not the faintest clash of twigs to keep her company. -- by Thomas Hardy

-- 没有人、没有风、没有一点声音可以陪伴她。。

悉尼：晚上睡不着，凌晨3点起来散步，当然是穿着睡衣，反正应该不会有人看到。风有点大，以这幅图为证。我总带上手机，现在已是一个癖好，爱偷拍东西，虫子和人。拍人的时候，感觉自己象流氓，不过还是忍不住，所以改不了，只希望挨揍和被人唾骂的机会在我死去之前不会到来。你看，这个照片，光秃的树枝非常的清楚干净，那些绿色的叶子被风吹着，象人的头发吹的很乱。光看这叶子，你会以为是焦距不对，或者是我的手晃动了；可看到毫不含糊的树枝，就会发现其实只是风在作怪。路灯非常的苍白，不过也要感谢它，否则我照的就只有黑暗了。虫子，鸟和除了我以外的人都睡着了，风吹着叶子呜呜作响，地上，树的影子也很不安份，动来动去，烦躁不已。独自一人的感觉非常奇妙，好像整个世界都是我的，我同它之间没有距离；又好像整个世界都不是我的，我同它异常的遥远。。。 At about three o’clock in the morning, I arose from my bed, decided to take a walk along my usual walking path. Unusual as it was, of course, at this unusual time for a ghostlike walking, outside the snugged human dwellings. But I thought it better than tossing and turning myself restlessly and tiredly in the bed.  I didn’t bother changing my pyjama, for the chance of anybody still on the road watching my dull profile was presumably close to nothing. At most, some cars might pass along, but the drivers would likely be oblivious to objects on the sideways at such late hours, when their eyes were more inclined to look straight ahead, leading to their homely place where a day’s comfort was to be accommodated. So the human’s possible observation of ugly me was the least of my concern, and I was soon finding myself alone on the path. The wind was blowing heavily, revealing its sinister nature of wildness and hostility, as you could easily decipher from the ruffled leaves in this photo I had taken with my mobile. I rarely forgot bringing my beloved mobile with me in many of my small and big trips. It had even, literally, become my inseparable companion, since an old time I couldn’t exactly recall. It was, however, not the phone calls, nor the games, internet or whatever more fashionable inventions that had made me cherish such a working intimacy with it; the prime purpose was indeed to capture the images of various things, insects and the people, that might have a passing interest in my sight. But inwardly, I still couldn’t suppress a dismal feeling that, when snapping my human targets, I was more like a rogue, doing vulgar and distasteful activities in the public. And I had almost become obsessed with it, and could hardly make a willing and sensible correction against it. The only thing I can do is to pray not to be scolded or bashed by my victims in a crowd, until I am completely faded out of my life on earth. The bare twigs, and branches in the photo, as you can see, are fine and clear, yet its green leaves are rather blurred and dishevelled, like the human hair ruffled by the similar force of nature.  If only looking at the leaves, you would conclude it was poorly taken, without a focus or my hand failing to hold still the device; but I believe the left side of the story would remedy your judgement and come to understand it was the wind that had disturbed the scene.  There was no moon in the gloomy sky, and the lamp on the post was the only source of the luminousness, its paleness and loneliness silencing the empty street. I was grateful of the light, without which my mobile would be useless, and no picture could be taken but a complete darkness.  All the animals with a moving heart, seemed to be at sleep, the insects, birds, and the people except me, were entering their quiet and dead hours of a day’ life. My stepping sound on the path was barely audible, leaving the air solely and intermittently plagued by the whining of leaves, which were now in the absolute power of raking wind. The shadows on the ground were also restless, moving about ominously without a slightest clue how to still their soulless shape. The feeling was eerily strange, with only myself contemplating my own existence in the vast space. Somehow, upon some intervening moments, I felt fantastically exalted, as if owning the entire world, and no distance wedged between us; but at other moments, the world simply engulfed me, making me nothingness in its looming and merciless firmament.

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264 【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】So down she sat, and down sat he, the fire dancing in their faces, and upon the old furniture, -- by Thomas Hardy

-- 这个用法很有意思。。

悉尼：它是花，也是果实；有那种色彩，也有那种形状 – 女人的乳房  -- Beyond doubt, it is a type of flower, a kind of fruit as well； but with the milky about and pink around, and from the shape and point where it sprouts, it is but a woman’s breast.

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265 【The Plumed Serpent】 Plucking, plucking at the created soul in a man, till at last it plucked out the growing germ, and left him a creature of mechanism and automatic reaction, with only one inspiration, the desire to pluck the quick out of every living spontaneous creature. -- By D.W.Lawrence

-- 现代人活着的目的就是把自己和他人的生命冲动本能不断的拔掉，拔，拔，最后变成一个可以自动反应的合理的机器动物？？

悉尼：非人的语言，以石作纸，以骨头为笔画，用雨水将它清洗，用风将它晾干，让阳光替它作色，由时间为之沉淀。。 -- The scribbling - written only by the hands of nature, using a wall of stone as a spread of paper, the spine of earth as the ridging strokes. The rain rinses it clean; the wind touches it clear; the sun tinges it with a hue; and the time mellows it, with a belief.

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266 【The Plumed Serpent】 It was a blow, really. To be forty! One had to cross a dividing line. On this side there was youth and spontaneity and 'happiness.' On the other side something different: reserve, responsibility, a certain standing back from 'fun.' -- By D.W.Lawrence

-- 还没到40岁的人，可以先憧憬一下你的未来 。。不过我是唯一例外。。

悉尼：石头，青苔，缝，蘑菇，黄色，嘴, 舌头，粗野，肮脏，好奇,神秘，害怕，怀疑，犹豫，吸引，讨厌，逃脱，食欲，恶梦，恍惚，酒，陶醉，发呆，发疯。。Stone, moss, crevice, mushroom, yellowish, mouth, tongue，savage, filthy, curious, mystic, fearful, susceptible, hesitate, enticing, repulsive, flee, appetite, nightmare, confused, spirit, intoxication, trance, insanity.

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267【The Fox】And as she did so, quick as lightning he kissed her on the mouth, with a quick, brushing kiss. It seemed to burn through her every fibre. She gave a queer little cry. – by D.W.Lawrence

-- 轻轻一碰，全身燃烧，怎么会有这么敏感的人？好像有点夸张了。。

悉尼：昨晚的月亮美的让人着迷。皓月当空，应该就是这样了。天上的云也很多，月亮穿梭期间，纯净而完美。云没有遮住她的时候，她非常的明亮，她的光芒驱赶了黑暗，让我、让整个大地不再寂寞。而且，她的明亮并不刺眼，所以你可以一直看着她，看着她清新的轮廓，看着里面淡淡的环形影子，看着她外围浅黄色的光晕，看着她象女神一般俯视夜空和大地，看着她安静地散发着人类关于美的想象。不过，这个时候不能用我的手机照，因为太亮，会照成一团乱白。所以要等浅浅的云遮掩一下她的光芒，才可以照到它清楚的轮廓。照这个照片的时候，我还特意用我家的竹子作了背景，会不会又加了一点什么特别的感觉呢？-- The moon of last night was marvellously beautiful, making me utterly enchanted. There is a Chinese idiom, ‘Brilliant Moon in the Sky’ (not sure of the translating accuracy though), can be a close statement for the remarkableness of the night. There were also plenty of clouds, white and grey, thick and shallow, strewing the wide sky; the moon, pure and full, and complete, sailed through, varying its illumination between two extremities of darkness and brightness in its wake. When it was not effaced and thus nakedly exposed in the space, its light was almost flashing, peacefully flooding the earth and me with its cool and gracious silveriness, suspending any loneliness one could feel on the nightly occasion. Unlike the sun, the moon, even at its utmost illumination, would not dazzle your eyes, so you could gaze at her without having to frequently blinking your eyes, as if the moonlight itself was a perfect freshener moistening your pupils. Its fine and round and clear outline, its shadowy contour of hills within the plate, and the halo in the close distance, had, in their combined force of charm, arrested my extensive and complete beholding, making me almost mesmerized. Standing aloof, remotely and majestically in the sky, the moon was like a goddess glancing over the entire firmament, radiating a beauty which must have stimulated and commanded the very aspect of aesthetic imagination of mankind. But at this high brightness I couldn’t take a picture without overly exposing the camera of my mobile; I had to wait for some thin cloud moving over to slightly cover its face, to moderate its shine so as to be negated properly by the lens of camera. This picture was taken in this manner, with a deliberately added background of bamboo leaves in my garden, which I hope one may extract a little more exquisite moon-feeling in the bamboo company, being an element traditionally favoured by Chinese artistic sentiment.

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268【The Fox】Banford, standing there in the middle of the room, suddenly burst into a long wail and a spasm of sobs. She covered her face with her poor, thin hands, and her thin shoulders shook in an agony of weeping. – by D.W.Lawrence

-- 看不同的哭法，a long wail, a spasm of sobs, an agony of weeping...

峨眉山：在灰烬之中，顽强燃烧的火最美。它象彗星，象闪电，携万物之灵气，点燃生命之激情；它讨厌肮脏和邪恶，愤懑虚假和伪善，清除人间之垃圾，毁灭信徒之奢望。。-- Among the ghastly ashes, burning strenuously is the beautiful fire. Like a comet, like the lightning, it emits an essence in forms of worldly creatures, and kindles a passion in all earthly lives; it detests the ugly and the evil, despising falsity and hypocrisy; it clears the rubbish among human dwellers, and destroys the greed of demanding prayers.

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269【Far From the Maddening Crowd 】Indeed, he seemed to approach the grave as a hyperbolic curve approaches a straight line--less directly as he got nearer, till it was doubtful if he would ever reach it at all. -- Thomas Hardy

-- 象曲线一样慢慢接近终点。。我以后可不想这样，那样也太幸苦了。。

悉尼：今天上午刚照的，趁新鲜，大家好好看以下。这只鹤，全身雪白，最让人揪心的是她的脖子，长长的，还会打折。看她的身姿，或站，或走，或飞，一副趾高气扬，唯我独尊的样子，应该可以把世界上所有高傲的、自以为是的男男女女统统打败。。 -- They were just taken in this morning, in central coast where I was attending a conference, please enjoy it afresh. This crane, white-feathered, has a spectacular neck, long, slender, and almost folded in a fashion like a snake. The posture and stance she has performed in front of me, either of standing, or walking, or flying, exhibited such a pride and dignity that even the most conceited and haughtiest men and women in this world ought to fell humbled upon her presence.

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270 【Aron's Rod】The child stood with her lip between her teeth, a look, half, of pure misery and dismay, half of satisfaction, on her pretty sharp face. -- by D. H. Lawrence.

-- 这个小孩摔坏了一个碗，想以下她的表情。。

中国：蘑菇，烂草和情人节。。A single mushroom, forlorn yet wholesome and freer, a couple of mushrooms, beloved but clashed twisted and withering and struggling, out of heaps of rotted straws, in such a great Day of Valentines.

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271 【Aron's Rod】He saw the fine, rich- coloured, secretive face of the Hebrew woman, so loudly self- righteous, and so dangerous, so destructive, so lustful--and he waited for his blood to melt with passion for her. -- by D. H. Lawrence.

-- 这个女人好像很有诱惑力。。

成都杜甫草堂：真是碰到鬼了，现在才发现上面有两个古代女人的影子，到现在还百思不得其解，绝对没有开玩笑，非常非常的奇怪。谁可以帮我解释一下这个照片？我绝对没有做任何的图片加工。。 -- This is absolutely horrible! Look at the two faceless women in this photo, I just can’t figure out how they could have come to my camera when my interest had been only in the stone stairs. I just realized it today when I browsed my archived photos. Can any of you help explain their existence, or are they really apparitions of some sorrowful ancient Chinese women whose souls couldn’t be peacefully settled, and who managed to reveal themselves in modern days? Believe me, I didn’t manipulate the picture in any means to trick you, you can simply check yourself on the fine edges of the figures and its background, and will easily come to a conclusion that this can’t possibly be a work of secondary processing unless it was done by high caliber professionals, and there is no reason for me to play the expensive joke. – a real, real puzzle.

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