绳索在微风中悬荡.The rope dangled in the breeze.我在砖面粗糙的门廊上坐下, 双脚悬荡着, 一种前所未有的无根感涌上心头.I sat on our scratchy brick stoop, dangling my legs edge, feeling more rootless felt....
It is my destiny one day to be king.我命中注定有一天要成为国王。Destiny has ordained that they are who they are.命运已经决定了他们的性格为人。She had always been mistress of her own destiny.她总是能够掌握自己的命运。...