蹑手蹑脚

Light holds between its hands The white hill and black oaks, The path that goes o, The tree that stays; Light is a stone that breathes By the sleepwalking river, Light: a girl stretching, A dark bundle dawning; Light shapes the breeze in the curtains, Makes a living body from each hour, Enters the room and slips out, Barefoot, on the edge of a knife; Light is born a woman in a mirror, Naked under diaphanous leaves, Chained by a look, Dissolved in a wink; It touches the fruit and the unbodied, It is a pitcher from which the eye drinks clarities, A flame cut in blossom, a candle watching Where the blackwinged butterfly burns; Light opens the folds of the sheets And the creases of puberty, Glows in the fireplace, its flame becomes shadows That climb the walls, yearning ivy; Light does not absolve or condemn, Is neither just or unjust, Light with impalpable hands raises The buildings of symmetry; Light escapes through a passage of mirrors And returns to light: Is a hand that invents itself, An eye that sees itself in its own inventions.

光 双手拥着白色山峦与黑色橡树林，前行的路，停留的树；光是梦游的河旁呼吸的石光：一个女孩舒展，一束暗色破晓。光勾勒出帘中微风的形状，每时每刻造出一个鲜活的身体，光著脚，踩著刀刃；蹑入房间，又溜走；光是镜中诞生的女人，裸露在透明的叶底，被目光锁定，瞬间消逝；它触摸著果实和无形，眼睛在它的水罐饮著清晰，火焰绽放如花，蜡烛目睹黑翅的蝴蝶燃烧光展开被单的折皱与青春期的皱痕在壁炉里光芒焕发，它的火焰成影在墙上攀爬，怀恋著长春藤光既不赦免也不谴责无公平与不公平而言光，用无法察觉的双手举起对称的建筑；光在镜子的通道里逃遁返回于光：一只发明自己的手，一只在自己的发明中看到自己的眼。

After jumping about on the carpet and twisting the human frame into uncomfortable positions, I sat down at the breakfast table in an exhausted condition.

不过开头两天我还是成功地蹑手蹑脚地来到楼下起居室，被谁也没发现。

Creep up to a sleeping mamba, tweak it by the tail. Crikey!

他会蹑手蹑脚的走向一条熟睡的大王蛇，扭它的尾巴。

The junction of the bodice and drawers was entirely concealed by one of the many-colored scarfs, whose brilliant hues and rich silken fringe have rendered them so precious in the eyes of Parisian belles.

阿里听到锣声就赶快跑来了，看到他的脸上闪烁着这样稀有的欢喜的光彩，便又蹑手蹑脚，屏息静气地退了出去，象是生怕惊走了那徘徊在他主人身旁的愉快的念头似的。

At 3 am i crept back to the bedroom, got up at 7am...a big strech~bcs last night i didnt even make the bed up just cuddled up in the small corner...it was a tight night..lol...haha...slept for a whole night with my fav la senza~~i counted them last night...i totally have 12 pieces of bras...ehm...i think i need to take care of my limited closet...ha

又开始上网~~三点才蹑手蹑脚的回房，七点就起床，伸个懒腰扭扭脖子因为昨天没有把床收好，睡得很局促。。。哈哈~怀抱我最爱的la senza睡了一晚~~昨天数了一下，我居然有12件。。。恩，得考虑一下是不是要收一下我的衣柜了~哈

He loved to run down dry watercourses, and creep and spy upon the bird life in the woods.

他喜欢沿着干枯的河道前行，蹑手蹑脚地在树林中观察鸟儿的生活。

Certain types of sockets are ''connectionless'', most commonly

某些类型的套接字是无连接的，大多数是UDP协议。

Take it in to his nibs yourself .

你自己拿进去给头儿吧。