He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.

摇动着脑袋，金随风颤动着。

No, that's just yellow, but it is a very nice yellow, wouldn't you agree?

不，那就是，但是这很好看，你不同意吗？

More witches and wizards in lime-green robes walked in and out of the doors they passed; a foul-smelling yellow gas wafted into the passageway as they passed one door, and every now and then they heard distant wailing.

各个门口有穿绿袍巫师进进出出，有一扇门里飘出一股臭气，不时听到隐隐哀号声。

Every shade of colour they were — straw, lemon, orange, brick, Irish-setter, liver, clay; but, as Spaulding said, there were not many who had the real vivid flame-coloured tint.

他们颜什么都有——稻草、柠檬、橙、砖红、爱尔兰长毛猎狗那种颜、肝、土等等。但是，正如斯波尔丁所说那样，真正很鲜艳火红倒不多。

“The Chudley Cannons, ” said Ron, pointing at the orange bedspread, which was emblazoned with two giant blackC’s and a speeding cannonball. “Ninth in the league.”

“德里火炮队，”罗恩一指橙床罩，那上面鲜艳地印着两个巨大字母Ｃ，还有一枚疾飞炮弹，“俱乐部中排名第九。”

My roses are yellow, it answered, as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow.

“我玫瑰是，”它回答说，“得就像美人鱼丝，得超过草地上盛开水仙花。

Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.

哈利回到厨房，目光一直盯着他那封信。他把账单和明信片递给弗农姨父，然后坐下来，慢慢拆开他那个信封。

Ah, which one do we get? The beige one? The blue one?

我们买哪个呢？米？蓝？

The handsome young buck, Armand, in his check-me-out yellow jacket, caught on the cusp between teenage innocence and manly swagger.

还有英俊小伙阿尔芒，身穿醒目短大衣，正处于青少年天真与成年人狂妄交汇点。

If it's blonde, almost ginger, you can say strawberry blonde.

如果它是接近姜金，你可以说草莓红。

Because yellow was a symbol of imperial power in ancient China.

因为在中国古代象征着皇室权力。

Her hair was blonde and curly this morning.

今天早晨她是金，打着卷儿。

About 10 suspicious packages in yellow manila envelopes have been intercepted so far.

目前已经截获了大概10个可疑包裹，这些包裹都用马尼拉信封包装着。

But it picks up more shades of blue, yellow, and grey than humans do.

但它比人类更能识别蓝、和灰。

I had loosened the golden muffler that he always wore.

我解开了他一直戴着金围巾。

There is a yellow moon in the night sky.

夜空中高挂着一轮明月。

The verdant greens of the hills, the yellows of the meadows.

嫩绿山，牧场。

Okay, what does blue and yellow make?

那蓝和混在一起是什么颜？

Their heads are crowned by thin, yellow feathers.

它们上戴着薄薄羽毛。

Or maybe you see in front of you some new pathways you never anticipated, and perhaps you're debating, like the poet Robert Frost, which road in the yellow wood you will take.

又或者，你看到面前出现了一些你从未预料到新道路，也许你会像诗人罗伯特·弗罗斯特一样，在树林里争论你该走哪条路（罗伯特·弗罗斯特：《未选择路》）。