摇摇晃晃的

His faded, light hair was tinged with grey; he had a pinched hook nose; watery blue eyes, and an irresolute-looking mouth; he wore his shabby dress with an affectation of foppish gentility; an eye-glass dangled over his closely buttoned-up waistcoat, and he carried a cane in his ungloved hand.

他枯槁、稀少的头发变成灰白色了；他生着狭长的钩鼻，水汪汪的蓝眼睛，优柔寡断的嘴巴；他穿着破破烂烂的衣服，可还是透出花花公子装腔作势的神气；眼镜摇摇晃晃地挂在密密地扣紧的背心上，不戴手套的手里拿着一根手杖。

He forgot the mute inglorious Miltons who die voiceless and inarticulate for want of that dogged perseverance, that blind courage, which the poet must possess before he can find a publisher; he forgot the Cromwells, who see the noble vessel--political economy--floundering upon a sea of confusion, and going down in a tempest of noisy bewilderment, and who yet are powerless to get at the helm, forbidden even to send out a life-boat to the sinking ship.

他忘记了：许多缄默的不出名的弥尔顿①们，无声无息地死了，是由于他们在找得到出版商之前，缺乏诗人所必须具备的固执坚持和盲目的勇气；他忘记了：克伦威尔们②眼看着高贵的政治经济之船在一片混乱的大海之中摇摇晃晃，正在令人手足无措的一片喧哗的暴风雨之中逐渐下沉，却无权力为之掌舵，甚至不许可为这沉船派一条救生艇去。

They disported themselves with the shattered pigeon-house, the broken weathercock, the loose tiles, and unshapely chimneys; they rattled at the window-panes, and whistled in the crevices; they mocked the feeble building from foundation to roof, and battered and banged and tormented it in their fierce gambols, until it trembled and rocked with the force of their rough play.

阵风戏弄着残破的鸽子笼、折断的风信鸡、松动的瓦片和畸形的烟囱；阵风格格地敲打窗扉，在隙缝里嘘嘘呼啸；阵风把这虚弱的建筑物从基础一直嘲弄到屋顶，在它们猛烈的游戏里乒乒乓乓的折磨它，直搞得这房于随着阵风粗暴捉弄的力量而战战兢兢、摇摇晃晃。

A few years ago, right before my eyes, a man with matted hair created an artificial world, a simulation of swaying fernlike arches rising off of an arabesque floor of maroon tiles and a tall red chimney going nowhere in particular.

几年前，就在我的眼皮底下，一个长着一头蓬乱头发的男人创造出了一个人造世界。那实际上是一个模拟的场景，在这个场景中，一座蕨类植物一样的拱顶，还有一个不知道具体要通往哪里的高耸的红色烟囱摇摇晃晃地从一个栗色砖铺就的、阿拉伯风格的地面升起。

A few years ago, right before my eyes, a man with matted hair created an artificial world, a simulation of swaying fernlike arches rising off of an arabesque floor of maroon tiles and a tall red chimney going nowhere in particular.

几年前，就在我的眼皮底下，一个长着一头蓬乱头发的男人创造出了一个人造世界。那实际上是一个模拟性的场景，在这个场景中，一座蕨类植物一样的拱顶摇摇晃晃地从一个栗色砖铺就的、阿拉伯风格的地面上升起，特别是一个不知道从什么地方长出来的高耸的红色烟囱。

There he was, balanced precariously eleven feet high, painting the noses red on the ugly metal faces, crossing their eyes, giving them moustaches and goatees, and he had managed to deface six out of the seven goblins when Mrs. Wren walked in and caught him.

然后他在十一尺高的地方摇摇晃晃地把那些丑陋的金属脸的鼻子涂上红色，在它们眼睛上画叉，并画上胡子，当瑞文女士走进来抓他的时候，他正打算丑化七个小妖怪中的第六个。

Willow saw it out of the small yellow buds, to the winter of switchgrass yellow line on a bow; waiting till the grass, stretching the staggered from the loose soil out of the tender small head green big eyes looking at this new world; see a stream, I do not know where the power of smoke, broke the ice arch restraint, singing it, washed the pebbles of the shore, the river carries at the end of the sand, jumping all the way over the mountains and rivers flow, flow through the grass, the grass moisture and nourishing the growth of willows.

柳树看到了，它冒出了鹅黄色的小芽，给冬日枯黄的柳枝系上了一个个蝴蝶结；小草望到了，伸了伸腰，摇摇晃晃地从松软的泥土里探出了嫩绿色的小脑袋，睁着大眼睛看着这新奇的世界；小溪瞧见了，不知从哪里冒出的力量，拱破了冰的束缚，它唱着歌，冲刷着岸边的卵石，携带着溪底的泥沙，一路跳跃着流过山川、流过草地，滋润着小草，也滋润着生长中的柳树。

Eight hours later, dehydrated and reeking of tobacco smoke, I staggered off the bus in Pylos and fell straight into the confusion over place names in Modern Greece. In 1827, after the Greeks won their independence, the Ottoman Navarino was renamed Pylos.

我不得不乘坐一整天的公共汽车，从大雾弥漫的雅典，途径伯罗奔尼撒半岛的山区，来到西梅塞尼亚的皮勒斯。8个小时后，已经脱水的我，带着一身雪茄烟味，摇摇晃晃地在皮勒斯下车，一下子就被现代希腊语地名搞糊涂了。1827年希腊独立后，奥托曼·那瓦利诺被重命名为皮勒斯。

Chrysanthemum of 10 thousand birthday is lax to edaphic requirement, with the arenaceous qualitative loam with fecund, good drainage had better.

万寿菊对土壤要求不严，以肥沃。排水良好的砂质壤土为好。

He unstepped the mast and furled the sail and tied it.

他拔下桅杆，把帆卷起，系住。