请英语高手进来翻译下这篇散文，有急用 请英语高手进来翻译下这篇散文，有急用~
\u8bf7\u82f1\u8bed\u9ad8\u624b\u8fdb\u6765\u7ffb\u8bd1\u4e0b\u8fd9\u7bc7\u6563\u6587\uff0c\u6709\u6025\u7528\uff01Several years later, when he was on a drizzly evening Muyu recalled that twenty years of Henan trip, if they would like the original as torrential tears that broke our hearts? He might not forget the small hotel in a foreign land alone on the empty mirror , stroking tears the scene, he stare in the mirror that gaunt, gray temples full of unknown elderly, gradually torn off after being involved in time of the reverse flow of water carved the mark of the proof of the identity of their young once, in the years before any time of the coming and going are as fleeting fleeting, with the exception of the most distinctive stream of sea lonely lonely face, soulful eyes from near the wind gradually filtering highlighted as Everlasting sad features. He remembered in Shangqiu unaccompanied downtown streets, leaving a hasty one unconventional back; this built in the town on the vast North China Plain, the city layout of the boxy, but the appearance of the city was dirty, trash everywhere. When the original expectations of all the stock has long been a bleak reality one by one break, he began a spiritual experience that one way to accept appointment. In the Mount Hill area, the administrator of a special offers aunt, visitors take a free ride him all that he moved. Tower Park in Kaifeng tour that Muyu rain the evening, when the tourists foes dispersed, except he was the breeze gently Leng Leng hold up against the empty swing, overwhelmed by the phase off, driven to distraction, wanted to gather on the lawn garden Perspiration started out of the raindrop, to cover out-of pain; these years, he has used a man walking, a person to eat, and even a person traveling, but can not adapt to bear the loneliness a person, a person's misery, when he watching those who have watched countless times again, photos, actually surprising to find that he seemed to back half a year ago when the first impressions received her photos, she does not look good, but why he still desperate, unafraid of death to set foot on to Henan Train? Is it really depressed for many years to break through the emotional needs of a web of catharsis? The name of love to the pursuit of youth, or young, the impulse to forgive myself as an excuse? Today, he has no exact answer, the spark of youthful bloom season just gorgeous, no matter that a liner according to the sky rain or shine, be it a touch of Yan Jiao Xia, ugly!
He still cracking cracking in the early morning spring Yingsheng million wooden gongs exposure to small trees, random pace, Ling However, without a word, according to the Xia Tianlie afternoon at the high rolling hunkered down under a tree shade, Qingchuai tea , a loss to himself, in the autumn leaves swirling chaos of the evening look desolate small stand empty court, sadly condensation, sad sobs, over and over deserted and cold in the winter cabin in the Here and now, quietly shed tears, the changes are constantly changing seasons in different colors the sonata, he can do is be silent in the vast empty space in a quiet watch. Even if the mixing of water vapor in spring and complete oblivion him in a sorrowful Wu Hai, beaming in the sun in summer will be fully wrapped him in a boiling sea of fire, the gorgeous autumn sunset covered him in a magnificent Gimhae, winter snow filled the elimination of his Ning Yinhai in a magnificent, he was still able to force through the obstacles of the heart is not pacing through the fuzzy time, beating in mind the historical experience of years of temperature and purity.
She left, taking a leaf out of his mind last; he is gone, picked up an entire autumn leaves.
Back tears, rain, such as injection, blood vessels no longer an irresistible undercurrent undercurrents to break through the dam, I do not know where to study on three gradually, the heartbroken sound, Luanhong one thousand, after the rain the evening, his mood had nowhere to home.
He seems to be back eighteen birthday, when he had dropped out at home for several months, in April at the end of the cold wind blowing in the air actually coerced, he was sitting alone in the lonely little room, wait for midnight to come for that day Every minute, every second for him, is a long painful suffering and expectations, even though the parents came home that night brought him a hearty meal, but in that moment the clock struck zero, he In the paper the poem left a bad --------
The bell has finally sounded the zero
Hustle and bustle of the world no longer exists and numerous throw into confusion
I belong to savor this moment alone
Tear drops on her chest and thousands of colorful lights line
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Will he still cry buckets of remorseful tears, after many and many years, perhaps on a raining evening, when he recalls the journey to Henan he's made at the age of twenty? He can hardly forget sitting there alone in a tiny hotel. He looked into the blank mirror before him and wiped softly the tears in his eyes. Then he saw himself in the mirrow: a nameless, hoary-heaed man with a sallow face. No one can ever defy time: if time runs backwards into the years, we'd still see the signs of youth were once so vivided written on his face. But now, what's happened in the passage of time only leaves us a fleeting glance. Years and years eclipsed upon generations after generations, and then, one brilliant face is brought forward to our eyes by the howling winds of eternity, and became an emblem for the sorrows of time.
He still remembers the days spent on the streets of Shangqiu City where no one knew him nor did any one care about him. He walked listlessly on days and nights.
The tiny city is situated on North China Plain. It's suqare-shaped but poorly maintained, garbages were seen in every corner.
When he realized that what had met his eyes were poles apart from what he had dreamed of, he embarked on a spiritual journey to get his soul hardened.
In the Mangshan Scenic Park, he met a maintenance granny who offered a special offer: taking a free ride together with her on her way home. His emotions were easily touched by the favor.
He visited the Iron Pagoda Park of Kaifeng City on a raining evening. At the moment all the visitors had left, leaving him alone to stare at the vacant swing. The swing drfited slightly in the gentle evening wind, just like him drifting in the whirls of life. Pains crept on his mind, he felt like gathering all the grass dews under his feet to shower on his burning mental sores.
With the passage of years of time, he had been well acquainted with loneliness: walking alone, dining alone, and even travelling alone. However, he still couldn't suffer the loneliness and pains.
When he once again looked at the girl's photo that he had examined for numerous times, he was reminiscent of what he felt half a year ago when he first received this photo: the girl was not good-looking. But why, then, he defied all difficulties to get on the train heading for Henan? Simply because he needed an outlet to release the feelings that he had supressed for years? What's the reason: in the name of love, in the pursuit of youth, or in the excuse of being yong? Now it does not necessary for him to get a definite answer. Youth is only sparkling when one is young. No matter shine or rain, no matter whether there will eventually be a rainbow for him, at least he once tried fearlessly to sparkle!
He would still walk with ease at spring time in the forest to enjoy morning bird songs. He would still sit in summer at noon-time under luxuriant trees with a tea at hand. He would still stand alone in his courtyard where autumn leaves flutter to fall. He would still recall and weep on the past in his cold cottage at winter time.
Time plays different pieces of music in different reasons. What he does is to stay silent against the vast expanse of solitude. The mist of spring can not drown him, the boiling hot of summer can not deter him, the golden dusky sun rays can not distract him, and the boundless snow fall in winter can not dazzle him. All the seasons are the pulsations of time which he can grasp and feel, and comprehend the mellowness contained within.
She's left, left with the last leaf on his mind.
He is also leaving, but he'll take all the autumn leaves with him.
Boiling tears sizzle against cold rain drops. The fury in his blood can not longer stay harnessed. In the heart-broken cries and rain-striken dusks, he is forever lost in sad memories.
He feels as if he's returned back to his 18th birthday. By then he had suspended his studies for several months. The air of late April still made him shiver from time to time. He was sitting alone in his tiny room, waiting for the footnotes of mid-night. Each single minute tortured him with endless waiting. Although his parents prepared him a delcious feast on that day, but at midnight he still left an awkward lyric secretly on a piece of paper:
The bell strikes midnight
Sound and fury no longer exist
I carefully taste this moment of mine
My tears fall in a thousand drops,
alighting the multi-colored birthday cake before my eyes
He still remembers on the street in Shangqiu, where he could find no friends and relatives, he left behind a back image in a hurry. This small city was built on Northern China Plain, square on all sides, but the looks of the city is dirty, littered with trash. When the long-awaited anticipation was turned to disappointment by stark reality, he started this one-way dating to temper his soul.
At Mangshan, a place of interest, he was deeply moved by an old lady, the park worker’s special care, and a free ride given by a tourist.
Thinking of that night in Kaifeng, visiting the Iron Tower Park, on that rainy evening, when all the tourists were gone, he was the lone guy staring at the empty swing moved by breezes, shadow chasing its form. He felt so lost He was thinking of the raindrops gathered on the lawn, and that was all he needed to heal his pain. The past few years, he’s been used to walk by himself, eating by himself, and travel alone. But still he cannot find a way to adapt to the loneliness and sadness. When he looks at the photos he has stared at numerous times, amazingly he finds that as if his feelings are back to the day when he first received these photos more than half year ago. Sure, she is not that pretty, but why was he so reckless as to take the train to Henan, starting his trip of no-return?
Is it true that his pent-up feelings needed a vent to break the suffocating net? In the name of love, the pursuit of a youth, or using the impulse of a young man as an excuse to pardon himself? Until today, he does not need any answer any more. The youth sparks lasted splendidly only but one season, whether the background sky was clear or rainy, no matter how spectacular the evening rays are!
He will still walk in the little woods in the morning, bathing himself in the sounds of trees and chirping of birds, wandering aimlessly and silently. On fall evenings, when falling leaves fly, he still stands in the empty yard, looking into the distance, marveling at the coldness and tears will come to his eyes. He still recalls those fond memories on winder days in the cold cabin, tears falling off his cheeks. The alternating seasons compose a ever-changing sonata. All he could do is to stand in the vast emptiness and wait in silence. Even though the dense spring fog and vapor swallow him up in sorrow, the scorching summer sun try to burn him up like hell, he can still feel his vigorous heart penetrating the blurry sunlight and feel the warmth of history and the purity of the passing years.
嗨，总算帮你手工翻译好了，感觉好伤感，过去的就让它过去吧，只要我们从中学到了东西，如果是楼主自己写的，我想你已经通过这些经历在成长了，东西写的很好，不过本人的英语水平实在有限，只能翻译成这样了，不过，我想比那些网页的翻译应该强上许多
祝福你！
这个，有点难！飘走~~~
真他妈的多
我要是真能翻出来倒贴你200分...
好难啊！无力
***自己亲手翻译的。请楼主看看是否满意。***
Will he still cry buckets of remorseful tears, after many and many years, perhaps on a raining evening, when he recalls the journey to Henan he's made at the age of twenty? He can hardly forget sitting there alone in a tiny hotel. He looked into the blank mirror before him and wiped softly the tears in his eyes. Then he saw himself in the mirrow: a nameless, hoary-heaed man with a sallow face. No one can ever defy time: if time runs backwards into the years, we'd still see the signs of youth were once so vivided written on his face. But now, what's happened in the passage of time only leaves us a fleeting glance. Years and years eclipsed upon generations after generations, and then, one brilliant face is brought forward to our eyes by the howling winds of eternity, and became an emblem for the sorrows of time.
He still remembers the days spent on the streets of Shangqiu City where no one knew him nor did any one care about him. He walked listlessly on days and nights.
The tiny city is situated on North China Plain. It's suqare-shaped but poorly maintained, garbages were seen in every corner.
When he realized that what had met his eyes were poles apart from what he had dreamed of, he embarked on a spiritual journey to get his soul hardened.
In the Mangshan Scenic Park, he met a maintenance granny who offered a special offer: taking a free ride together with her on her way home. His emotions were easily touched by the favor.
He visited the Iron Pagoda Park of Kaifeng City on a raining evening. At the moment all the visitors had left, leaving him alone to stare at the vacant swing. The swing drfited slightly in the gentle evening wind, just like him drifting in the whirls of life. Pains crept on his mind, he felt like gathering all the grass dews under his feet to shower on his burning mental sores.
With the passage of years of time, he had been well acquainted with loneliness: walking alone, dining alone, and even travelling alone. However, he still couldn't suffer the loneliness and pains.
When he once again looked at the girl's photo that he had examined for numerous times, he was reminiscent of what he felt half a year ago when he first received this photo: the girl was not good-looking. But why, then, he defied all difficulties to get on the train heading for Henan? Simply because he needed an outlet to release the feelings that he had supressed for years? What's the reason: in the name of love, in the pursuit of youth, or in the excuse of being yong? Now it does not necessary for him to get a definite answer. Youth is only sparkling when one is young. No matter shine or rain, no matter whether there will eventually be a rainbow for him, at least he once tried fearlessly to sparkle!
He would still walk with ease at spring time in the forest to enjoy morning bird songs. He would still sit in summer at noon-time under luxuriant trees with a tea at hand. He would still stand alone in his courtyard where autumn leaves flutter to fall. He would still recall and weep on the past in his cold cottage at winter time.
Time plays different pieces of music in different reasons. What he does is to stay silent against the vast expanse of solitude. The mist of spring can not drown him, the boiling hot of summer can not deter him, the golden dusky sun rays can not distract him, and the boundless snow fall in winter can not dazzle him. All the seasons are the pulsations of time which he can grasp and feel, and comprehend the mellowness contained within.
She's left, left with the last leaf on his mind.
He is also leaving, but he'll take all the autumn leaves with him.
Boiling tears sizzle against cold rain drops. The fury in his blood can not longer stay harnessed. In the heart-broken cries and rain-striken dusks, he is forever lost in sad memories.
He feels as if he's returned back to his 18th birthday. By then he had suspended his studies for several months. The air of late April still made him shiver from time to time. He was sitting alone in his tiny room, waiting for the footnotes of mid-night. Each single minute tortured him with endless waiting. Although his parents prepared him a delcious feast on that day, but at midnight he still left an awkward lyric secretly on a piece of paper:
The bell strikes midnight
Sound and fury no longer exist
I carefully taste this moment of mine
My tears fall in a thousand drops,
alighting the multi-colored birthday cake before my eyes
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