林徽因經(jīng)典語錄中英文
林徽因語錄英語
fort care for children today，and thousands of portraits long forgotten you died for who！
今天你沒有兒女牽掛需要撫恤同安慰，而萬千國(guó)人像早已忘掉你死是為了誰！
No wonder she laughs forever is a lie that people made，who and boldly loved this great transformation？
難怪她笑永恒是人們?cè)斓闹e，誰又大膽地愛過這偉大的變換？
Forget had the world；you；mourning who had been in love；falling like the fall do，forget to these tears in the mood。
忘掉曾有這世界；有你；哀悼誰又曾有過愛戀；落花似的落盡，忘了去這些個(gè)淚點(diǎn)里的情緒。
You are a tree a tree flowers，Yan the beam whisper。You are the love，is warm，is the hope，you are the April day of the earth。
你是一樹一樹的花開，是燕在梁間呢喃。你是愛，是暖，是希望，你是人間的四月天。
Forget shyness，turned to a bunch of crazy，said in front of you。
忘掉靦腆，轉(zhuǎn)過臉來，把一串瘋話，說在你面前。
A stream，water day and night，students are running，in the absence of permanent！Just one back，it’s a comfort。
一曲溪澗，日夜流水，生是種奔逝，永在離別！死只一回，它是安慰。
You are warm，you are warm，you are the world in June day。
你是溫，你是暖，你是人間六月天。
You gave me life can not bear the heavy，I will use my life to repay you。
你給了我生命中不能承受之重，我將用我的一生來報(bào)答你。
That night you and I divided the direction，two people each recognize the appearance of life。
那一晚你和我分定了方向，兩人各認(rèn)取個(gè)生活的模樣。
Flowers are flowers of silence，color，she is not cautious。She was disabled，injustice，no hate。
花刺是花的沉默，顏色，她的不謹(jǐn)慎。她殘了，委屈里沒有恨。
The wrong people，both are thousands away，finally get together，to join the world。No person，are also as close at hand，a stranger，a meet。
有緣的.人，無論相隔千萬之遙，終會(huì)聚在一起，攜手紅塵。無緣的人，縱是近在咫尺，也恍如陌路，無份相逢。
I know，but how can I be？
我懂得，但我怎能應(yīng)和？
Recognize this transparent body，the wisdom of the leaves fall in the world？
認(rèn)得這透明體，智慧的葉子掉在人間？
But I don’t believe it yet in boiling，the idea is still paved on the road，the number of layers，willing to let the horses dealings blasted press，stay and blooms from the ground，and the other a complete。
但我不信不仍在沸騰，思想不仍鋪在路上多少層，甘心讓來往車馬狠命的壓榨，待從地面開花，另來一種完整。
Of course，the old injury worry too much；a poem was like a beautiful securities market can according to cash！So the court spent，Luanhong，dusk，lonely too freely，poetry often lose honesty。
當(dāng)然舊詩(shī)里傷愁太多；一首詩(shī)竟像一張美的證券，可以照著市價(jià)去兌現(xiàn)！所以庭花，亂紅，黃昏，寂寞太濫，詩(shī)常失卻誠(chéng)實(shí)。
、Love，don’t love。Always in the farewell。
愛的，不愛的。一直在告別中。
Where do you start？Until you have to speak，what words are so slim to find a source。
話從哪里說起？等到你要說話，什么話都是那樣渺茫地找不到個(gè)源頭。
You have to forget I have lived in this world。
你也要忘掉了我曾經(jīng)在這個(gè)世界里活過。
Now even the cloudy yellow leaves are all fallen，the rest of the grey sky a thorough loneliness，you can listen to the monologue of the cold？
現(xiàn)在連秋云黃葉又已失落去遼遠(yuǎn)里，剩下灰色的長(zhǎng)空一片透徹的寂寞，你忍聽冷風(fēng)獨(dú)語？
I also know that every day is how much coincidental decentralized to piece together the pattern，but I also doubt during the patterning of who is in charge。
我也知道每一個(gè)日子是多少機(jī)緣巧合湊攏來拼湊的圖案，但我也疑問其間的排布誰是主宰。
This，always silent and depressed is dead the most cruel place。
這難堪的永遠(yuǎn)靜寂和消沉便是死的最殘酷處。
Building houses and buildings is not a matter of building a house is to build up the house，and the building is a kind of art。
蓋房子和建筑不是一回事蓋房子是把房子建起來，而建筑是一種藝術(shù)。
Life has long been described her style，too weak。
生命早已描定她的式樣，太薄弱。
Liuniansishui，too hastily，some stories not really began。It was written in the last；some people are not a good love，traveler。
流年似水，太過匆匆，一些故事來不及真正開始，就被寫成了昨天；一些人還沒有好好相愛，就成了過客。
If my heart is a flower，in the middle of Qing，a branch of light wax，Yingying，though single is then a light，I want it proudly holding a brilliant。
如果我的心是一朵蓮花，正中擎出一枝點(diǎn)亮的蠟，熒熒雖則單是那一剪光，我也要它驕傲的捧出輝煌。
Our sleeping porch，yangshou contemplation cornice shadow，watching the cold months infested cloud base，stars appear and disappear from time to time，natural and artificial，carefree and leisurely soluble synthetic dream，the taste is profound。
我們夜宿廊下，仰首靜觀檐底黑影，看涼月出沒云底，星斗時(shí)隱時(shí)現(xiàn)，人工自然，悠然溶合入夢(mèng)，滋味深長(zhǎng)。
I have no time to cross examine my mind。
我沒有時(shí)間盤問自己的胸懷。
Who has no memory of the stems，and two or three flower painting，a mood of flowers，ring expansion。
記憶的梗上，誰沒有，兩三朵娉婷勵(lì)志網(wǎng)fort the disappearance of love，the pain of death。
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Old people worry or complain much tenderness amidst the Yin poem lively wreck。
人老了脈脈煙雨愁吟或牢騷多折損詩(shī)的活潑。
You are the April day of the world，smile lit all around the wind。
你是人間的四月天，笑點(diǎn)亮了四面風(fēng)。
You are the world in April day laugh ring lit up surrounded by the brisk wind in the spring of Guangyan hand dance with you is a tree a tree bloom is Yan in the beam between the twittering。
你是人間的四月天笑響點(diǎn)亮了四面風(fēng)輕靈在春的光艷中交舞著變你是一樹一樹的花開是燕在梁間呢喃。
Each person’s life is a journey，but the path is different，the direction of choice is different，the emotion is different，and the story is also different。
每個(gè)人的人生都是旅程，只是所走的的路徑不同，所選擇的方向不同，所付出的情感不同，而所發(fā)生的故事亦不同。
But who can penetrate the illusory transformation，who boldly loved the great transformation？
但誰又能參透這幻化的輪回，誰又大膽地愛過這偉大的變換？
Clear，well years。
風(fēng)輕云淡，歲月安好。
The cold winter has a purpose，like the flowers，flowers and flowers，winter is a memory。
冬有冬的來意，寒冷像花，花有花香，冬有回憶一把。
Depression，clear kindness，that day，like a flash of cold flame，a leaf silent plunging to the ground，proof to the loneliness of wisdom，zero’s lonely will eventually die in front of the wind！
消沉，慈凈——那一天一閃冷焰，一葉無聲的墜地，僅證明了智慧寂寞，孤零的終會(huì)死在風(fēng)前！
Where to find a misty earth and sympathy？
漠漠大地又哪里去找一點(diǎn)同情？
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