英语翻译Sometimes just reading the name of a place…near home…Sorell Cove.Bishop’s Creek.Those places belonged to people before us.To the Cherokee.What did he call Cold Mountain?How could a name…not even a real name…break your heart?It

英语翻译Sometimes just reading the name of a place…near home…Sorell Cove.Bishop’s Creek.Those places belonged to people before us.To the Cherokee.What did he call Cold Mountain?How could a name…not even a real name…break your heart?It
英语翻译
Sometimes just reading the name of a place…near home…Sorell Cove.Bishop’s Creek.Those places belonged to people before us.To the Cherokee.What did he call Cold Mountain?How could a name…not even a real name…break your heart?It’s her.She’s the place I’m heading.And I hardly know her.I hardly know her!And I just can’t seem to get back to her.
to have traveled so far,from east to west,.a thousand terrible miles.My feet treading all God’s surface – his ocean,his swamps,his slopes and ridges – to find myself,at last,a mark in the aching snow,from whence I beheld through a blue haze a world of mountains piled upon mountains
--Did you get my letters?
--I got three letters.I carried them.I carried them in the book you gave me.The Bartram.
--I probably sent 103.Did you write to me?
--Whenever I could.If you never got them,I can summarize.
--No,no,no.
--“I pray you are well.I pray I am in your thoughts.You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.”
--How did I keep you?We barely knew each other.It was a few moments.
--A thousand moments.They’re like a bag…of tiny diamonds.Don’t matter if they’re real or things I made up.The shape of your neck..That’s real.The way you felt under my hands when I pulled you to me.
(Silence)
--You were plowing a field.
--You were carrying a tray.
--You wouldn’t come in.
--No,I wouldn’t go in.
--So that’s why I had to carry a tray.So I should come out to see you.
--That kiss.Which I kissed every day of my walking.
--Every day I was waiting.Longing.Longing to see your face.
--If you could see my inside…Now,whatever you wanna name it – my spirit?That’s what I fear.I think I’m ruined.They kept trying to put me in the ground.But I wasn’t ready.
--Inman…
--But if I had…if I had goodness,I lost it.If I had anything tender in me,I shot it dead.How could I write to you after what I done,what I seen?

英语翻译Sometimes just reading the name of a place…near home…Sorell Cove.Bishop’s Creek.Those places belonged to people before us.To the Cherokee.What did he call Cold Mountain?How could a name…not even a real name…break your heart?It
Sometimes just reading the name of a place…near home…Sorell Cove. Bishop’s Creek. Those places belonged to people before us. To the Cherokee. What did he call Cold Mountain? How could a name…not even a real name…break your heart? It’s her. She’s the place I’m heading. And I hardly know her. I hardly know her! And I just can’t seem to get back to her.
有时候喜欢读一个地方的名字…离家很近…索雷尔峡谷,毕晓普河,这些地方属于我们的前人,属于切罗基族人.他们把冷山叫作什么?为什么一外名字,甚至不是一个真的名字会让人如此伤感?那就是她,她是我向往的圣地,我却并不了解她,我不了解她!我不能扮作我是回到了她的身边.
to have traveled so far, from east to west,. a thousand terrible miles. My feet treading all God’s surface – his ocean, his swamps, his slopes and ridges – to find myself, at last, a mark in the aching snow, from whence I beheld through a blue haze a world of mountains piled upon mountains
从东到西,走了这么远,可怕的一千里.我的双足踏遍了上帝所有的表面——他的海军、他的沼泽、他的陡坡和山脊,去寻找我自己.终于,我发现了一个藏于寒雪中的标记,从那儿我透过一层蓝色的雾,看到一个山连着山的世界.
--Did you get my letters?
--I got three letters. I carried them. I carried them in the book you gave me. The Bartram.
--I probably sent 103. Did you write to me?
--Whenever I could. If you never got them, I can summarize.
--No, no, no.
--“I pray you are well. I pray I am in your thoughts. You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.”
--How did I keep you? We barely knew each other. It was a few moments.
--A thousand moments. They’re like a bag…of tiny diamonds. Don’t matter if they’re real or things I made up. The shape of your neck.. That’s real. The way you felt under my hands when I pulled you to me.
(Silence)
--You were plowing a field.
--You were carrying a tray.
--You wouldn’t come in.
--No, I wouldn’t go in.
--So that’s why I had to carry a tray. So I should come out to see you.
--That kiss. Which I kissed every day of my walking.
--Every day I was waiting. Longing. Longing to see your face.
--If you could see my inside…Now, whatever you wanna name it – my spirit? That’s what I fear. I think I’m ruined. They kept trying to put me in the ground. But I wasn’t ready.
--Inman…
--But if I had…if I had goodness, I lost it. If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead. How could I write to you after what I done, what I seen?
--你收到我的信了吗?
--我收到了三封,夹在你送给我的书《The Bartram》里带走了.
--我给你寄了可能103封.你给我写了吗?
--只要我方便的任何时候.如果你从未收到过我的信,我可以一一读给你听.
--不,不、不.
--我祈祷你一切都好,我祈祷你想着我.是你照顾我,不会让我陷入黑暗之地.
--我怎么照顾你?我们相互了解甚少,仅仅是几个瞬间.
--一千个瞬间,就象一袋细碎的钻石,不必在意是真的还是我的谎言.你的脖子的形状…那是真的.当我拉你入怀时,你在我手底感觉我的方式.
（沉默）
--那时你正在耕地.
--那时你正端着一个盘子
--你不愿进来.
--是的,我不想进去.
--那就是为什么要端个盘子,因为我可以出去看你.
--那个吻,在我行走的每一天都要给你的那个吻.
--每一天我都在等待,渴望…渴望看到你的脸.
--如果你看不到我的心,那么现在,你将要如何称呼它——我的灵魂?那是我害怕的东西,我想我已经遭受毁灭.他们一直要将我送入土中,我已经准备好了.
--Inman…
--但是如果我曾拥有…拥有善良,我已经失去它了.如果在我心中有任何一个柔软之处,我已经将其处死.在我这些所作所为之后我还怎么能给你写信?