[注意]别离的断章,(转;节译下,冬,旧友,老街,归,及心结)

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      节译,习1:December is now just at corner. In winters, it airs distinctively in between the last two months. As it approaches, alike many, I lost in the times lapsing and emotion, I felt the bit of sadness for the new to come. Its been a while no writing anything at ease, so the dark night with few stars and the moonlight dimly faded into quietness, inspires me, dripping onto the paper, as the memoir onto my mind. 

[2] 节译,习2 Out of the loft window, blue, was the sky, the blue that you vision rarely, held your breath and heart beat be heard; so nice and beautiful.

[3] 节译,习3Writing with the music is nice, especially with ‘Jim Reeves’. The voice may bring you to the times of black and white movies. Life was opulent, people were materialized extravagantly, joyfulness cherished nobly, yet, art was still given birth to it, of which you can’t afford missing. His thick voice, no any riot, no fake tender, not anything artificial, it came in softly and held your heart in right time, running and touching.

[4] 节译,习4 When you write with the old themed music aired in a whole afternoon, the topics, sometimes could be, only, good byes, and farewells.

[5] 节译,习5Hardly, you met old friends often in years gone by and the memory locked when you were young. But when some time it flashed back to the moments, then you would sigh the time being stolen. Yet, the friendship as old as wined in the tender cares and misses scented like pure flowers grown from the past naivety that brightened your day and warmed your heart often, and always.
         

[6] 节译,习6 Every one of us had a bottle of ‘Ram Jazz’ in one hand, again, through half city we re-stepped (to re-step?) the beloved streets revived in memory. Shops moved or sold, still we sighted “As Time Goes By” (Bar?) signed open as it was back in the time, only the enchanting red faded away a bit from its old color making you feel times flews, and years past.  

[7] 节译,习7 When home, the breeze in the night waked us up, but the night-view of shanghai looked still in illusion out of the taxi-window, the moneyed district crowded with night-people modernly dressed in city-fashions.   

[8] 节译,习8 Time counted with numerous good-byes and chanced meetings, some forgotten, and left behind, but my classes, my students, a complex, (a psychic-mania)? They tied to my heart, ‘like the yellow ribbon on the old oak tree’. It will burn into my life, like a flicking candle. 

[9] 节译,习9 Bitterly sad, as it is, goodbyes, and farewell!