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It was like the sea was rocking us. And while we were floating around the colorants and brushing the lamps and furniture. I realised that what we were really doing was dancing with the ocean. Us and her, crazy dancers, locked in a joyful waltz on the golden banquet at night.
这就像是大海在轻摇着我们，就在我们与建筑之间漂浮，在灯具和家具之间穿梭时，我才明白我们其实是在和大海共舞。我们是疯狂的舞者，在夜晚的金色大厅中沉醉在欢乐的华尔兹中。
（《海上钢琴师》）

We played because the ocean is big and scary. We played so that people wouldn't feel the time passing and could forget where and who they were. We played to make them dance, because when you dance you can't die and you feel like god.
我们演奏，因为大海如此的浩瀚，今人生畏。我们演奏，这样人们就感受不到时光的流逝，忘却所处所是。我们演奏，好让他们起舞，因为没人会在跳舞时死去，而且觉得能掌握一切。
（《海上钢琴师》）

I think you land people waste a lot of time wondering why. Winter comes and you can't wait for summer. Summer comes and you live in dread of winter. That's why you never tire of traveling. Always chasing someplace far away where it's always summer. Doesn't sound like a good bet to me.
我认为你们陆地上的人浪费了太多时间来问为什么。冬天来临时巴望着夏天，夏天到来时就已经开始害怕冬天。所以人们永不厌倦旅行，总是在寻找四季如春的远方。那样的生活，不适合我。
（《海上钢琴师》）

What I like to do best in Paris is wait under the Eiffel tower at sunset, for the people who throw themselves off the top and try to guess that country they're from by their scream before they go splat all over the ground.
在巴黎，我最喜欢日落时在艾菲尔铁塔下，等候那些从塔顶跳下来的人，再由他们落地摔成泥之前的叫声来判断他们是哪国人。
（《海上钢琴师》）

The picture is enjoyful,but the words are different.

In winter, it's beautiful. And in March, you can always count on one afternoon when you least expect it. The fog slides in a milky barrier hangs just below the street lamp. It cut everything off! Like a white blade. And it's magic! Houses lose their top floors, trees lose their branches. St. Louis Cathedral loses its spires, people passingby they lose their heads. So from the neck up everything disappears.
那儿的冬天很美。在三月，你总能期待在午后和那景色不期而遇。浓雾就像是一片乳白色的帷幕悬挂在街灯之下，遮断了一切，就像一把白色的刀刃，真是神奇。房舍没有了屋顶，树木不见了枝梢。圣路易斯大教堂失去了尖塔，往来的行人则不见了他们的脑袋。就这样，在脖子以上的东西都消失了。
（《海上钢琴师》）

我喜欢思考，所以有很多感情，所以我喜欢去书写，所以我喜欢语言。
我喜欢这个世界，所以我喜欢去观察，偏偏观察还给我太多悲伤。
为了免去悲伤，于是我喜欢知识，然后我又发现，世界上的知识是如此之多，每一种知识又都是非常有用的，不然他们也不会产生，就像很多与人相关的事物一样。
我迷茫了一下，不知道自己该学习什么，我拷问自己，意图得到答案。
后来我知道，该有一个知识是统领所有知识的。
豁然开朗，而我已不再年轻。
那个学问叫做人事，叫政治，叫做文章。
赠：卡拉多拉。
少年强则国强。
@卡拉多拉

自私，贪婪，懦弱，无能的世界，自己的一无是处，让我看不到光。
于是，我将自己掩埋于此。
我不能要求世界，可是我可以要求自己。
我很难过，难过于那些事，难过于自己，可我知道怨恨是不对的。
那么，将自己深深地埋在这里吧。
不要让我出去，不然我定竭尽全力，刺穿这一切阴霾。

暖

it's the easiest thing to earn money all of the questionsin your life,if you know the knowlege is useful.but now it become the most difficult thing.
it's why?
from young to old, the question how to earn money isn't soluted by you absolutely,when you are in a dream of a lot of money,and think that the money equals the happiness.
that is proved as a mistake,you still stick and stick but search the the right.
just so ,you don't know the knowledge,you don't know to study,you don't know to manage yourself.
your whole life just like this.
……
自己去写，再没有足够的基础之前，注定要出好多错。然而，它能告诉自己存在哪些问题，并熟悉词语。
那么错就错吧！在学习时，尝试去表达，再改正错误吧！

i'm always floating in my emotion up and down so that i can't remember to ask myself what should be done.
i can't see ,i can't hear, i can't think over .and the same time i also forget some rules that ougt to be observed.
as the time go and will not come back ,as i am losing when sorrow is dressed on my face.

besides money ,there are still many needs：
an ideal or annother one about emotion.
money is easiest to be given,ideal is easier,and it is difficult on emotion.
can you distinct them and do right action.
an courage?an care?or somethings etc.
now,let's find them out from ourselves.
i will write down all these.

有一天，我应该可以用英语写诗的。所以，或许我应该去读读英文诗歌。虽然，我都不知道它们长得什么样子。可我知道，那是一门语言最灵活运用的体现。
只是不知道，我这个基础要学习外语，拿诗歌学，是否有些不恰当。
而且明显的，我的词汇量不够写诗的，满腹空空荡荡。
不管怎么说，努力根据什么，来说好我的每一句话吧。
it's Okay,praise,praise me.
努力就是最棒地。
yes.