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19.“可能”问“不可能”道:“你住在什么地方呢?”它回答道:“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”
; d' ?( `) j# |( ]8 U" cAsks the Possible to the Impossible, 7 G$ H& e+ \: @6 C
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In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.
$ B( C! u8 c7 [/ H20.如果你把所有的错误都关在门外时,真理也要被关在门外面了。 If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out. $ e6 |/ G, i0 F. j
) O8 i! z8 q9 X9 T5 L) A21.我听见有些东西在我心的忧闷后面萧萧作响,--我不能看见它们。 & C& x& H( U1 P. f/ O
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart, ) K* A% F0 a8 b3 R7 y. J8 J
---I cannot see them. - S% Z" l5 L# m, D5 k- E
/ f6 W6 Y* q9 v9 }22.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。 5 ~; d! o; l; u
Leisure in its activity is work.
4 |$ x0 G: q% Q1 w1 b, t, HThe stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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7 _+ X, b% o" c$ N: ]23.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。
! V' q2 o' o: o, e' d# mThe leaf becomes flower when it loves.
- ~* D) T d3 {1 u2 }. QThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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0 W( r6 F( H# K+ n {24.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实,却不要什么报酬。 8 c6 s8 B7 O' [' v( F6 R8 d1 B
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
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25.阴雨的黄昏,风无休止地吹着。我看着摇曳的树枝,想念万物的伟大。 7 x$ a: B* s; ~5 B! l
This rainy evening the wind is restless. ( l0 @6 T/ N% c
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
7 E/ z" n$ s+ `1 w) A' \/ k% s8 aall things.
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: j% Q L# Q9 o- d0 q0 E5 ?26.子夜的风雨,如一个巨大的孩子,在不合时宜的黑夜里醒来,开始游戏和喧闹。
8 G% y6 j. k4 i7 V) {; HStorm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout. + \0 U! K5 k" K6 W; V
5 C& h0 J# Q& _5 ~' {4 h) N( e4 M- ~1 R27.海呀,你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀,你虽掀起波浪追随你的情人,但是无用呀。
/ B" o# A7 j7 ]0 m; j0 dThou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
4 @' f* t! x5 q5 A; v4 ?( I5 e. rlonely bride of the storm.
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$ s/ S2 {" b0 a' P0 ^* r5 v28.文字对工作说道:“我惭愧我的空虚。” 8 W$ D- ?& d8 n
工作对文字说道:“当我看见你的时,我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。” ; F& e- y+ X, F9 ?! r* S6 Z
I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
$ Z) N) j9 }2 ^1 H U; _; TI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word. : [8 j* x; g. k7 h
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29.时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它,却只有变化而无财富。
" p5 h# w+ D' n; A8 R2 L, p( JTime is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes
& c8 T. S1 u1 _# ]5 D: Y5 Qit mere change and no wealth.
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% R) \! _# \. i3 t30.真理穿了衣裳,觉得事实太拘束了。
; q" z( O+ X: }' r& n在想象中,她却转动得很舒畅。 6 ~, h$ ~% j( X& g% y
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