没有气味的

The road through the forest one of those wagon-tracks that were being opened from the clearings of the settlers, and that wound along beneath trees of which those now seen in Kentucky are the unworthy survivors--oaks and walnuts, maples and elms, centuries old, gnarled, massive, drooping, majestic, through whose arches the sun hurled down only some solitary spear of gold, and over whose gray-mossed roots some cold brook crept in silence; with here and there billowy open spaces of wild rye, buffalo grass, and clover on which the light fell in sheets of radiance; with other spots so dim that for ages no shoot had sprung from the deep black mould; blown to and fro across this wagon-road, odours of ivy, pennyroyal and mint, mingled with the fragrance of the wild grape; flitting to and fro across it, as low as the violet-beds, as high as the sycamores, unnumbered kinds of birds, some of which like the paroquet are long since vanished.

通过这些车皮了正在从定居者的结算开首曲目森林一条道路，并沿下树木的伤口现在看见的，在肯塔基州是不值得的幸存者-橡树和胡桃，枫树和榆树，百年老，格纳尔德，大规模，下垂，庄严，通过投掷下来的拱门只有一些孤立的金矛的太阳，而超过其灰mossed基层一些冷布鲁克在沉默中悄悄地，与在这里和那里的野生黑麦，水牛汹涌的休憩用地草，三叶草上的光板下跌的光芒；与其他景点，非常昏暗，对于没有拍摄了从深黑模具；被炸来回穿越这车，路，常春藤气味，薄荷油，薄荷涌现年龄，夹杂着的野生葡萄香味，飞来飞去往返境而过，像紫床低，高的桑树，种鸟类的一间，其中一些像paroquet是早已消失了。

Leave night , not a sound from the pavement has the moon lost her memory she is smiling alone in the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan memory, all alone in the moonlight i can smile at the old days life was beautiful then i remember the time i knew what happiness was let the memory live again every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning someone mutters and the street lamp sputters and soon it will be morning daylight i must wait for the sunrise i must think of a new life and i mustn't give in when the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too and a new day will begin burnt out ends of smoky days the stale court smell of morning a street lamp dies another night is over another day is dawning touch me, it is so easy to leave me all alone with the memory of my days in the sun if you'll touch me, you'll understand what happiness is look, a new day has begun...

离开晚上，没有一个健全的路面已经失去了在月球记忆她面带微笑独自在灯光收集的枯萎叶片在我的脚下和风力开始呻吟记忆，独自在月光下我可以微笑古早生活是那么美好我记得当时我知道什么是幸福让生活再次记忆每个路灯似乎击败宿命预警有人悄悄地和路灯sputters 不久，这将是今天上午白天我必须等待日出我必须想出一个新的生命，我绝不能放弃的当黎明来今晚将是一个记忆太和新的一天开始烧坏两端黑烟天法院的陈腐气味上午街道灯模具一个晚上结束另一天的曙光碰我，是很容易离开我所有单独的内存我的天在太阳底下如果您要碰我，你就会明白什么是幸福你看，新的一天已经开始。。。

He did not fail to observe the curious equipages,- carriages and palanquins, barrows supplied with sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the women,- whom he thought not especially handsome,- who took little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore canvas shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood, and who displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests, teeth fashionably blackened, and gowns crossed with silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind,- an ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed from the dames of Japan.

目前巴黎妇女那种最新式的装束很象是从这些日本妇女那里学来的。在这些各色各样的人群中，路路通整整游逛了好几个钟头，他参观了街上那些稀奇古怪而又富丽堂皇的店铺；欣赏了堆满着金光夺目的日本首饰市场；张望了那些门前挂着花花绿绿的小旗子，而他却没钱进去的日本饭店；也瞧了瞧那些茶馆，那儿人们正在端着满杯喝着一种清香扑鼻、热气腾腾的用发酵大米作成的酒酿汤，此外他还看了那些香烟馆，那儿人们不是在吸鸦片，而是吸着一种气味芬芳的烟草，因为在日本吸鸦片的人，几乎可以说没有。

Since historical times,England ,where the early inhabitants were Celts, has been conquered three times .

从有历史以来，英国，在此地早期居住的是凯尔特人，已经被征服了三次。

Bluetooth OBEX File Transfer Enables the sending and receiving of files on your phone via Bluetooth.

蓝牙OBEX文件移动允许经过蓝牙传送和接受文件。。。。