《随笔之二》个人小祝

4、网络汉英翻译【暖夜回忆】

　　盈盈的暖夜盖住一片娇嫩的鸟鸣，窗外的花香停泊一念的踟蹰。
　　Ying ying of warm night cover a piece of delicate singing, the fragrance of flowers out of the window berth a potential.

　　我临窗而坐，提笔叙写那年指点江山的年少时节。
　　I sat the window, the pen and narrates the young season to opine that year.

　　暖夜夹杂酸甜复杂的回忆，默默转身，害羞的敲打扣入窗前的稼轩。
　　Warm night inclusion complex sour and sweet memories, quietly turned round, shy JiaXuan knock buckle into the window.

　　夜是暖和的，鸟鸣是暖和的，窗前的亮堂堂也暖入人心。
　　The night is warm, the singing of birds is warm, the window of bright and warm in the heart.

　　复杂的回忆融入腥味的朱门酒肉，惊醒了城春草木，沉沉的扣入我的胸坎。
　　Complex memory into smell tin wine meat, awakened city spring grass, heavy buckle into my chest.

　　回头的笑脸雕刻了黑夜隧道的温暖，潜入红尘最深处的动脉。
　　Back to carve the warmth of the dark tunnel, the smiling faces of the deepest dive into the world of mortals of the artery.

　　时时纷扬的鸟鸣写入记忆的恍惚，试图挖出埋藏最深处的感动。
　　Always singing FenYang write memory trance, trying to dig out the buried the deepest moved.

　　暖夜轻轻敲打我的窗前，漠然停泊，使得我慌错的远处站立。
　　Warm night gently knocking on my window, indifference, makes me panic wrong standing in the distance.

　　鸟鸣惊醒的是记忆深处的恍惚，而我却举笔颤颤的写出多年一路走过的影像。
　　Birds wake up the memory deep trance, but I was quivering for pen write for manyyears all the way through the image.

　　此时的暖夜划过笑脸，夹杂酸甜复杂的记忆，盈盈的舞蹈。
　　Warm at this time of night across smiling face, sweet and sour of the inclusion complex of memory,ying ying's dance.

　　记忆深刻，沉默也变得像泰山一般。
　　Remember, silence also become like Tarzan.

　　周边纷扬的鸟鸣轻轻旋转，融合暖暖的黑夜舞蹈。
　　Peripheral FenYang birdsong gently rotating, fusion dance warm night.

　　于是，记忆便苏醒，那年黄灯前兢兢业业的背影，那年荷花荷塘的回忆，那年泡沫纷扬的蝉鸣，便也深深地沉淀心底的远影。
　　Therefore, memory wake up, when the yellow light before conscientiously figure, lotus lotus pond memories of that year, when the bubble FenYang cicadas, far the shadow of the precipitation is also deeply heart.

　　笑脸轻轻划过无数假面，夜半踏碎盛世牡丹。
　　Smiling face lightly across numerous persona, crushed midnight millennium peony.

　　记忆里面有匆匆的影像，便融合一段又一段的鸟鸣。
　　Memory images there are in a hurry, then a fusion, and then the singing of birds.

　　狰狞的朱门酒肉里有指点江山的少年时节，起笔呢喃的字句里有惊心动魄。
　　Ferocious tin wine meat has presided over the young season, pen and the words of the whistle is pretty impressive.

　　风华绝代的一场牡丹花开却是舒展不开的浓稠。
　　Incredible a peony flowers is a stretch of thick.

　　暖夜悄悄埋葬记忆的模糊与透亮，就连我也分不出敌友的界线。
　　Warm night quietly buried in memory of the fuzzy and bright, even I can't tell friends and enemies.

　　只是，今时的暖夜感慨小桥流水人家，却有人比海棠瘦的匆匆岁月。
　　Just, the warm night feeling Bridges at this time, but some thinner than haitang years in a hurry.

　　暖夜吐芳的红尘，举足不定的错误棋局。
　　Warm night, the world of mortals in the raising of the foot wrong position.