歌唱 - 网络例句 - 英语人，englisher

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

文摘轻轻地流淌，甜美的亚顿河，在青碧的山坡之间，轻轻地流淌，我为你歌唱，为你颂扬；伴着你的流水潺潺，我的玛丽安然入眠，轻轻地流淌，甜美的亚顿河，别把她的梦儿搅散。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当傍晚的迷雾用它薄纱般的诗意笼罩着河岸，古老的建筑迷失在朦胧的天空，高耸的烟囱幻化成一座座孤立的钟楼，林林总总的仓库就像夜里的宫殿整个城市都悬挂在了天空中，宛如仙境展现在我们眼前，在那时，路上的行人匆匆地赶回家；劳动者和文人，智者和浪子，他们视而不见，自然也就不能理解，而只在此时才开始歌唱的大自然便把自己美妙的歌曲献给了艺术家们——她的儿子和她的主人；说他是儿子是因为他爱她，说他是主人是因为他理解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

夜幕降临，那如诗般的薄雾笼罩着河畔，古老的房屋在昏暗的天空中若隐若现，高高的烟囱仿佛钟楼一般，仓库似乎也在夜色中化身成华丽的宫殿，整座城市都悬在空中，仙境般的呈现在眼前。路上的行人加快了回家的脚步，无论辛劳的工人还是儒雅的文人，无论博学的智者还是寻求快乐的人，当他们看不见时也就不能理解。而唯独自然还能尽情的歌唱，向那既是她的孩子又是她的主人的艺术家唱着动听的歌曲，因为他深深地爱着她，并充分地理解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当夜晚的雾霭为河畔披上诗意般的面纱时，破旧的矮房消失在朦胧的天际，高高的烟囱好似了座座矗立的钟楼，货仓都好似夜晚的宫殿，整个城市都悬在天空，犹如仙境---无论是工人还是文人，智者还是浪荡子都匆匆赶回家，他们不明白，也没能欣赏这一切。然而自然就给他的孩子，她的主人---艺术家歌唱，婉转动听。因为是她的孩子，她的主人，所以艺术家深深的爱着她，深深地懂得她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当暮霭诗意般地如面纱一样覆上河畔时，在昏暗的天空下，破旧的房屋迷失了它们自己，高耸的烟囱幻化成了钟楼，就连仓库也成了夜晚的宫殿，整座城市就如同悬挂于天堂一般；而仙境就在我们面前——于是旅人匆匆赶回家；工作的人和有教养的人，聪明的人和快乐的人都停止了思考，就像他们已经停止了观赏一样。自然，这一次已经在合着调子歌唱，唱着优雅的歌曲，仅献给艺术家，她的孩子和主人——说是孩子，因为他爱她；说是主人，因为他懂她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

夜晚的雾气湿润了衣服，河畔雾气缭绕，充满诗情画意，陈旧的建筑物云雾环绕，渐渐消失在灰蒙蒙的天空中。高高的烟囱在雾气中好似钟楼，连夜色中的仓库也变成了辉煌的宫殿，整座城市仿佛悬浮于空。在我们眼前的就是仙境----路上行人匆匆；无论是工作者，文学者，干练者还是享乐者，已经停止了观察自然，进而停止了理解自然。然而自然还是动情歌唱，把她最优美动听的歌声献给她唯一的艺术家，她的儿子和主人----说他是儿子是因为他爱她，说他是主人是因为他懂她。

The child is a king, the carollers sing

孩子们是宝，唱诗人在歌唱

The carollers sing.

唱诗人在歌唱

Belonging to or forming or containing carpels.

属于、形成或包含心皮。我的心像只歌唱的鸟。

These two recording acts set the tone for those to follow- Rodgers with his unique singing style and the Carters with their extensive recordings of old-time music.

在这两项录音活动中，对后人影响颇深的是罗杰斯独特的歌唱风格和卡特家族录制的大量古典音乐。