查询词典 umbrella man

In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering.

在一家雪茄店里，他看见一个衣冠楚楚的男人正就着摇曳的火光点燃一支雪茄，他的绸布伞放在入口处。

One day ,the young man told her coyly,"you forgot your umbrella,"then she gave him a charming smile.

你忘记拿伞了，有一天他腼腆地对她说。她嫣然一笑。

To declare out loud that rain can't make me blue, I took a one-man stroll in the company of an umbrella on the dimly-lit square after the typhoon sailed away. Step by step, I was lost in the pattering rhythms of rain. And, I felt good!

为了大声说，雨水也带不走我的好心情，我在台风过后的傍晚撑著伞，在楼下有著昏黄路灯的广场，一个人散步，走著走著，突然就沉浸在滴滴答答的雨声里，也有一种幸福的感觉。

Isn't that fall under the umbrella of what a man is supposed to do?

这不也是落在男人肩上一项重要的任务吗？

A young man took a fancy to her for a long time,it was the very umbrella that created an opportunity for him to have a word with her.

有个青年已经对她倾慕很久，这把伞给了他跟她说话的机会。

And yet, in Raissa, at every moment there is a child in a window who laughs seeing a dog that has jumped on a shed to bite into a piece of polenta dropped by a stonemason who has shouted from the top of the scaffolding,"Darling, let me dip into it," to a young serving maid who holds up a dish of ragout under the pergola, happy to serve it to the umbrella-maker who is celebrating a successful transaction, a white lace parasol bought to display at the races by a great lady in love with an officer who has smiled at her taking the last jump, happy man, and still happier his horse, flying over the obstacles, seeing a francolin flying in the sky, happy bird freed from its cage by a painter happy at having painted it feather by feather, speckled with red and yellow in the illumination of that page in the volume where the philosopher says:"Also in Raissa, city of sadness, there runs an invisible thread that binds one living being to another for a moment, then unravels, then is stretched again between moving points as it draws new and rapid patterns so that at every second the unhappy city contains a happy city unaware of its own existence."

可是，在莱莎的每一刻钟都听得到窗旁的小孩的笑声，因为他看见一头狗扑上小屋抢吃一块烧饼；烧饼是棚架上的石匠掉下的；他当时正在向一个年轻的女侍应员高声喊叫："好人，让我尝一尝"；那年轻女子正捧着肉汤满心高兴地送给一个庆祝交易成功的制伞工人；爱上青年军官的一位贵妇人在赛马场炫耀她的镶花边的白阳伞；马背上的军官最后一次跳跃时向她笑了一笑；他是个快乐的人，不过他的马比他更快乐，它跳栏的时候看见鹧鸪在天上飞；快乐的鸟儿刚被一位画家放出囚笼；快乐的画家完成了鸟的插图，描出它每一根红黄斑点的羽毛；插图的书页上有哲学家的话："忧愁的城市莱莎也有一根无形的线，在某个顷间把一个生物连系上另一个生物，然后松开，又在两个移动的点之间伸展，快速画出新的图形，因此，不快乐的城市在每一秒钟都包藏着一个快乐的城市，只是它自己并不知道罢了。"

I had another belt not so broad, and fastened in the same manner, which hung over my shoulder; and at the end of it, under my left arm, hung two pouches, both made of goat's-skin too; in one of which hung my powder, in the other my shot: At my back I carried my basket, on my shoulder my gun, and over my head a great clumsy ugly goat-skin umbrella, but which, after all, was the most necessary thing I had about me, next to my gun: As for my face, the colour of it was really not so Moletta-like as one might expect from a man not at all careful of it, and living within nine or ten degrees of the equinox.

另一条皮带斜挂在我的肩膀上，它不那么宽，也是用同样的方法系上的；它的末端，也就是在我左胳膊下，挂着两个袋子，也是羊皮做的，一个装着火药，一个装着子弹。我背上背着筐子，肩上扛着枪，头上撑着一把笨拙丑陋的羊皮大伞。不过这伞毕竟是我随身最需要的东西，仅次于枪。至于我的脸，并不像一个住在赤道九度、十度以内地区不修边幅的穆拉托人（原文为moletta-like）那样黑。

I had another Belt not so broad, and fasten'd in the same Manner, which hung over my Shoulder; and at the End of it, under my left Arm, hung two Pouches, both made of Goat's-Skin too; in one of which hung my Powder, in the other my Shot: At my Back I carry'd my Basket, on my Shoulder my Gun, and over my Head a great clumsy ugly Goat-Skin Umbrella, but which, after all, was the most necessary Thing I had about me, next to my Gun: As for my Face, the Colour of it was really not so Moletta-like as one might expect from a Man not at all careful of it, and living within nine or ten Degrees of the Equinox.

另一条较窄的皮带，斜挂在我的肩膀上，也用皮条系着。这条皮带的末端，在我左胳膊下，挂着两个山羊皮袋，一个装火药，一个装子弹。我背上背着筐子，肩上扛着枪，头上撑着一顶羊皮做的大阳伞，样子又难看又笨拙。尽管如此，除了枪之外，这把伞也是我随身不可缺少的东西。至于我的脸，倒不像穆拉托人那么黑，看上去像一个住在赤道九度、十度之内的热带地区那种不修边幅的人。

It was the very same man who now, as I'm writing, keeps whacking me, mechanically impassively, with an umbrella.

结果我发现，就是 www.8ttt8.com 这个 www.8ttt8.com 我正在谈论的男人在打我，他现在 dd dtt。

It was the very same man who now, as I'm writing, keeps whacking me, mechanically and impassively, with an umbrella.

结果我发现，就是这个我正在谈论的男人在打我，他现在还不停地用伞打我，动作机械、毫无表情。

What are your goals and strategies for growth?

你的成长目标和策略是什么？

And unto the angel of the church in Sardis write; These things saith he that hath the seven irits of God, and the seven star I know thy works, that thou hast a name that thou livest, and art dead.

3：1 你要写信给撒狄教会的使者，说，那有神的七灵和七星的，说，我知道你的行为，按名你是活的，其实是死的。