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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。” , ^! f' H$ ^& }! ^
Asks the Possible to the Impossible, & c3 d- j0 F: T$ q0 I
Where is your dwelling-place?
# F, w# Z( N3 v* j7 TIn the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer. . J6 y( f2 R% r* v/ h' o* _) y
20.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. : {0 C5 e- |: w
7 T5 j c' C/ K9 s- j( @7 p21.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。
- k' H* |( R' u( Z& nI hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart, $ f0 k* |. @ Z( ]& N& ^
---I cannot see them.
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22.闲暇在动作时便是工作。静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。 , {0 m# L: g% k3 u3 G |/ v
Leisure in its activity is work. . w" Q' h1 ` N" E
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves. ' a3 W% [. {! ^2 O4 {! G. h5 | H
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23.绿叶恋爱时便成了花。花崇拜时便成了果实。 ?3 ]; _6 z# g/ R
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
# K% _% q" O$ }$ ZThe flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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- |( V7 h/ p* _24.埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实,却不要什么报酬。 + E+ U$ i& a0 k. g# f- e2 O/ l- n
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful. & d0 L: ~+ d/ X* E- {9 ~
7 f. N2 R8 N, Y" b! {: z25.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。
# D( j" j0 I( K+ ^9 `1 P A `This rainy evening the wind is restless. * g: q3 q1 p- u5 B! l1 R5 H9 g
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2 Q* A# h) M/ H- E4 ~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。 / v m% ?& ?7 l8 S8 C+ q
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,has begun to play and shout.
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27.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。 4 G+ Y! [* K3 C3 N- M
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou m9 F7 G4 O) o# f; X3 j
lonely bride of the storm. " E5 t# h7 r+ s9 u9 y# g
7 N: _" v3 M7 q( ]! u- Z* B* c1 i3 n28.文字对工作说道:“我惭愧我的空虚。” / D; ]: Z4 K4 r/ {0 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。”
2 f2 f3 L# V8 D) M8 `+ A- sI am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.
4 T) d* h& C g: SI know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
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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。
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it mere change and no wealth. - G) h8 E; B7 L3 y- _% g
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30.真理穿了衣裳,觉得事实太拘束了。 4 o% e) b8 n2 v8 u7 j
在想象中,她却转动得很舒畅。
9 V c7 n: g+ ^$ S( N( ?% c5 C% N6 sTruth in her dress finds facts too tight.
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