Stroeve gave me a look with his woeful eyes.

施特略夫用他那对眼睛瞪了我一眼。

The reddleman turned his head, and replied in sad and occupied tones.

红土贩子转过脸来，用心事重重语气回了一声好。

Widows could never chatter vivaciously or laugh aloud. Even when they smiled, it must be a sad, tragic smile.

寡妇决不能开怀畅谈和放声大笑，连微笑也只能是，悲戚。

He is a bitter and twisted old man with a long white scar down his face.

他是一个而干瘪老人，脸上有一道很长疤痕。

Harry stared at it and the bird looked balefully back, making its gagging noise again.

哈利盯着它，那鸟也用目光望着他，同时又发出郡种窒息般声音。

She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!

怜小姑娘！她又饿又冻得向前走，简直是一幅画面。

Even in laughter the heart may ache, and rejoicing may end in grief.

人在喜笑中，心也忧，快乐至极，就生。

Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom.

你们要、悲哀、哭泣，将喜笑变作悲哀，欢乐变作闷。

For they persecute those you wound and talk about the pain of those you hurt.

因为你所击打，他们就逼迫；你所击伤，他们戏说他。

Trouble and distress have come upon me, but your commands give me delight.

我遭遇患难，你命令却是我所喜爱。

All the days of the oppressed are wretched, but the cheerful heart has a continual feast.

困人日子都是；心中欢畅，常享丰筵。

Relieve the troubles of my heart and free me from my anguish.

我心里甚多，求你救我脱离我祸患。

My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to your word.

我心因而消化，求你照你话使我坚立。

To have a fool for a child brings grief; there is no joy for the parent of a godless fool.

生愚昧子，必自，愚顽人父毫无喜乐。

It indicates a spontaneous, Promethean rebelliousness against that fiat that this recurrent season shall bring foul times, cold darkness, misery and death.

一年一度冬季把冷风凄雨、晦冥昏暗、死亡带到世间。人们点燃篝火，就是一种自发、普罗米修斯型叛逆习俗，来反抗这种节令。

You will be filled with drunkenness and sorrow, the cup of ruin and desolation, the cup of your sister Samaria.

你必酩酊大醉，满有，喝干你姐姐撒玛利亚杯，就是令人惊骇凄凉杯。

The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of the grave came over me; I was overcome by distress and sorrow.

死亡绳索缠绕我，阴间痛抓住我，我遭遇患难。

But he looked bright and cheerful, in contrast with the lines of sorrow and worry and weariness which Scarlett saw in faces everywhere.

然而，与思嘉到处见到那些、忧虑而疲惫面孔对比之下，他看来还算是精神焕发、心情愉快呢。

And as he walked further and further from the charmed atmosphere of his Olympian girl, his face grew sad with a new sort of sadness.

克林离他那位奥林匹亚女神一样姑娘令人着魔气息越走越远，他脸因为一种新悲伤，变得起来。

Our trains are on the same track, ok? Yeah, sure, I'm coming up 30 years behind him, but the stops are all the same. Bitter Town. Aloneville. Hermit Junction.

我们思考方式一样。我比他晚了30年，但每一站都是一样城… 孤独镇，隐士村！