要同一本小说里的句子，中英双文的，要很多，越多越好，速度来。可要交摘抄作业了，不要跟我说什么自己做
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发布时间：2022-04-29 20:21
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时间：2023-10-08 19:27
"This out of all will remain --
They have lived and have tossed:
So much of the game will be gain,
Though the gold of the dice has been lost."
一切，总算剩下了这一点—— 他们经历了生活的困苦颠连； 能做到这种地步也就是胜利， 尽管他们输掉了*的本钱。
In the late afternoon he came upon scattered bones where the wolves had made a kill. The d bris had been a caribou calf an hour before, squawking and running and very much alive. He contemplated the bones, clean-picked and polished, pink with the cell-life in them which had not yet died. Could it possibly be that he might be that ere the day was done! Such was life, eh? A vain and fleeting thing. It was only life that pained. There was no hurt in death. To die was to sleep. It meant cessation, rest. Then why was he not content to die?
傍晚时他碰到了许多零乱的骨头，说明狼在这儿咬死过一头野兽。这些残骨在一个钟头以前还是一头小驯鹿，一面尖叫，一面飞奔，非常活跃。他端详着这些骨头，它们已经给啃得精光发亮，其中只有一部份还没有死去的细胞泛着粉红色。难道在天黑之前，他也可能变成这个样子吗？生命就是这样吗，呃？真是一种空虚的、转瞬即逝的东西。只有活着才感到痛苦。死并没有什么难过。死就等于睡觉。它意味着结束，休息。那么，为什么他不甘心死呢？
But he did not moralize long. He was squatting in the moss, a bone in his mouth, sucking at the shreds of life that still dyed it faintly pink. The sweet meaty taste, thin and elusive almost as a memory, maddened him. He closed his jaws on the bones and crunched. Sometimes it was the bone that broke, sometimes his teeth. Then he crushed the bones between rocks, pounded them to a pulp, and swallowed them. He pounded his fingers, too, in his haste, and yet found a moment in which to feel surprise at the fact that his fingers did not hurt much when caught under the descending rock.
但是，他对这些大道理想得并不长久。他蹲在苔藓地上，嘴里衔着一根骨头，吮吸着仍然使骨头微微泛红的残余生命。甜蜜蜜的肉味，跟回忆一样隐隐约约，不可捉摸，却引得他要发疯。他咬紧骨头，使劲地嚼。有时他咬碎了一点骨头，有时却咬碎了自己的牙，于是他就用岩石来砸骨头，把它捣成了酱，然后吞到肚里。匆忙之中，有时也砸到自己的指头，使他一时感到惊奇的是，石头砸了他的指头他并不觉得很痛。
Came frightful days of snow and rain. He did not know when he made camp, when he broke camp. He travelled in the night as much as in the day. He rested wherever he fell, crawled on whenever the dying life in him flickered up and burned less dimly. He, as a man, no longer strove. It was the life in him, unwilling to die, that drove him on. He did not suffer. His nerves had become blunted, numb, while his mind was filled with weird visions and delicious dreams.
接着下了几天可怕的雨雪。他不知道什么时候露宿，什么时候收拾行李。他白天黑夜都在赶路。他摔倒在哪里就在哪里休息，一到垂危的生命火花闪烁起来，微微燃烧的时候，就慢慢向前走。他已经不再象人那样挣扎了。*着他向前走的，是他的生命，因为它不愿意死。他也不再痛苦了。他的神经已经变得迟钝麻木，他的脑子里则充满了怪异的幻象和美妙的梦境。
Then began as grim a tragedy of existence as was ever played -- a sick man that crawled, a sick wolf that limped, two creatures dragging their dying carcasses across the desolation and hunting each other's lives.
Had it been a well wolf, it would not have mattered so much to the man; but the thought of going to feed the maw of that loathsome and all but dead thing was repugnant to him. He was finicky. His mind had begun to wander again, and to be perplexed by hallucinations, while his lucid intervals grew rarer and shorter.
于是，—幕从来没有演出过的残酷的求生悲剧就开始了——病人一路爬着，病狼一路跛行着，两个生灵就这样在荒原里拖着垂死的躯壳，相互猎取着对方的生命。
如果这是一条健康的狼，那么，他觉得倒也没有多大关系；可是，一想到自己要喂这么一只令人作呕、只剩下一口气的狼，他就觉得非常厌恶。他就是这样吹毛求疵。现在，他脑子里又开始胡思乱想，又给幻象弄得迷迷糊糊，而神智清楚的时候也愈来愈少，愈来愈短。
Without movement he lay on his back, and he could hear, slowly drawing near and nearer, the wheezing intake and output of the sick wolf's breath. It drew closer, ever closer, through an infinitude of time, and he did not move. It was at his ear. The harsh dry tongue grated like sandpaper against his cheek. His hands shot out -- or at least he willed them to shoot out. The fingers were curved like talons, but they closed on empty air. Swiftness and certitude require strength, and the man had not this strength.
The patience of the wolf was terrible. The man's patience was no less terrible. For half a day he lay motionless, fighting off unconsciousness and waiting for the thing that was to feed upon him and upon which he wished to feed. Sometimes the languid sea rose over him and he dreamed long dreams; but ever through it all, waking and dreaming, he waited for the wheezing breath and the harsh caress of the tongue.
He did not hear the breath, and he slipped slowly from some dream to the feel of the tongue along his hand. He waited. The fangs pressed softly; the pressure increased; the wolf was exerting its last strength in an effort to sink teeth in the food for which it had waited so long. But the man had waited long, and the lacerated hand closed on the jaw. Slowly, while the wolf struggled feebly and the hand clutched feebly, the other hand crept across to a grip. Five minutes later the whole weight of the man's body was on top of the wolf. The hands had not sufficient strength to choke the wolf, but the face of the man was pressed close to the throat of the wolf and the mouth of the man was full of hair. At the end of half an hour the man was aware of a warm trickle in his throat. It was not pleasant. It was like molten lead being forced into his stomach, and it was forced by his will alone. Later the man rolled over on his back and slept. * * *
他一动不动地仰面躺着，现在，他能够听到病狼一呼一吸地喘着气，慢慢地向他*近。它愈来愈近，总是在向他*近，好象经过了无穷的时间，但是他始终不动。它已经到了他耳边。那条粗糙的干舌头正象砂纸一样地磨擦着他的两腮。他那两只手一下子伸了出来——或者，至少也是他凭着毅力要它们伸出来的。他的指头弯得象鹰爪一样，可是抓了个空。敏捷和准确是需要力气的，他没有这种力气。
那只狼的耐心真是可怕。这个人的耐心也一样可怕。
这一天，有一半时间他一直躺着不动，尽力和昏迷斗争，等着那个要把他吃掉、而他也希望能吃掉的东西。有时候，疲倦的浪潮涌上来，淹没了他，他会做起很长的梦；然而在整个过程中，不论醒着或是做梦，他都在等着那种喘息和那条粗糙的舌头来舐他。
他并没有听到这种喘息，他只是从梦里慢慢苏醒过来，觉得有条舌头在顺着他的一只手舐去。他静静地等着。狼牙轻轻地扣在他手上了；扣紧了；狼正在尽最后一点力量把牙齿咬进它等了很久的东西里面。可是这个人也等了很久，那只给咬破了的手也抓住了狼的牙床。
于是，慢慢地，就在狼无力地挣扎着，他的手无力地掐着的时候，他的另一只手已经慢慢摸过来，一下把狼抓住
五分钟之后，这个人已经把全身的重量都压在狼的身上。他的手的力量虽然还不足以把狼掐死，可是他的脸已经紧紧地压住了狼的咽喉，嘴里已经满是狼毛。
半小时后，这个人感到一小股暖和的液体慢馒流进他的喉咙。这东西并不好吃，就象硬灌到他胃里的铅液，而且是纯粹凭着意志硬灌下去的。
后来，这个人翻了一个身，仰面睡着了。
热心网友
时间：2023-10-08 19:27
If we can only encounter each other rather than stay with each other, then I wish we had never encountered.
2.宁愿笑着流泪，也不哭着说后悔。心碎了，还需再补吗？
I would like weeping with the smile rather than repenting with the cry, when my heart is broken ,is it needed to fix?
3.没有谁对不起谁，只有谁不懂得珍惜谁。
No one indebted for others, while many people don't know how to cherish others.
4.命里有时终需有 命里无时莫强求
You will have it if it belongs to you, whereas you don't kvetch for it if it doesn't appear in your life.
5.记住该记住的，忘记该忘记的。改变能改变的，接受不能改变的。
Remember what should be remembered, and forget what should be forgotten. Alter what is changeable, and accept what is unchangeable
6.承诺常常很像蝴蝶,美丽的飞盘旋然后不见
Promises are often like the butterfly, which disappear after beautiful hover.
