pulled out the thorn什么意思
你好，格雷英语为你解答flower thorn的中文意思是：花刺例句：1、Although I stained with thorns, but it bears flowers of a beautiful flower* thorn left to themselves, flower dedicated to your beloved.虽然我满身都是刺，但也会开出美丽的小花*刺留给自己，小花献给心爱的你。
2、While through Q-cluster of morphological analysis, and based on the dual classification system, take specific resources as the first category, the flower diameter, flower color, the second, branch color and thorn, the third. the introduction classification system was founded as: 3 branches, 5 subgroups and 10 types.遵循二元分类法原则，结合基于形态的Q型分析结果，以种源作为第一级分类标准，以花径、花色等为第二级分类标准，以枝色、枝刺作为第三级分类标准，初步建立了平阴玫瑰品种的初步分类体系：3系5类10型。
the thorn birds英文简介在哪可以找到
The Thorn Birds是Colleen McCullough(1977)的畅销书.1983被拍成电视迷你剧,造成仅次与根电视剧的第二高收视率.故事简介如下:The story starts with the Cleary family in New Zealand: the father Paddy, his wife Fee, and the children, the most prominent being the eldest son Frank, and the youngest (and only daughter) Meggie, who becomes one of the two central characters in the story.They move to Drogheda, where Paddy's sister Mary lives. She hires them to take care of her estate. Mary is the richest person in the area. Ralph, a handsome, ambitious priest stuck in the outback tries to befriend her, to gain her money and to help him advance in the Catholic hierarchy. Ralph takes care of Mary's relatives, and takes a liking to Meggie.Ralph is the centre of young Meggie's life, and Ralph has never felt so strongly about any other girl. Meggie is happy, with Ralph and her dear brother Frank. However, Frank's relationship with his father Paddy has never been peaceful. In an argument, Paddy blurts out the truth about Frank: Frank is not Paddy's son. Fee, when a young woman, had an affair with a married politician, and the result,Frank, was already eighteen months old when Paddy married her. Fee had always loved and given more attention to Frank than any of her other children. Stunned, Frank runs away to become a boxer.With Frank gone, Meggie clings to Ralph. Mary dies, and she leaves all her money in the control of Ralph because of a kind of love she had for him. Ralph treats the Cleary family generously. He pays them generously and makes sure that they are well taken care of. He himself gains the attention of the Church, and is promoted to Sydney.Before he leaves, Meggie confesses her love for him. Ralph refuses her because of his duties as a priest and he entreats Meggie to find and marry a beau. Then he leaves her. Paddy and Stuart die in natural disasters.Meggie then courts Luke, who has recently come to Drogheda. He looks remarkably like Ralph, and Meggie takes a liking to him. He marries her and takes her away. He works as a sugar cutter, and he leaves Meggie in a poor place to work as a maid. Meggie is lonely and distraught, and she bears a child, Justine. Ralph visits her once during her labour, as she was yelling his name and not Luke's. Ralph wants to say goodbye because he is leaving Australia, but Meggie yells and swears at him. He leaves her again.Meggie is getting weaker and weaker, and the family she is staying with pities her greatly. They send her to a quiet summer resort for rest. Ralph comes back on a holiday to find Meggie. The family tells him where she is. He joins Meggie, and then a revelation comes over him. He loves Meggie more than God, and he is indeed only a Man, no matter how Godlike he had tried to become. They spend a few days together, and he is forced to return to his position. Meggie leaves Luke, but does not divorce him, because she is now pregnant with Ralph's baby.She names the child Dane. Fee knows who the father is because of her own experience. Frank is in jail and her heart is in pieces. Meggie's relationship with her mother improves.As Dane grows up he wants to be a priest. Fee tells Meggie that what she stole from God, she has to give back. Justine wants to be an actress and leaves Australia and seeks her dream. Dane goes to Ralph, who is now a Cardinal, but Ralph does not know that Dane is his own child. He takes great care of him and because of their resemblance, people mistake them for uncle and nephew. Ralph and Dane encourage the rumour, so Ralph's close relationship with Dane is not mistaken for favoritism.Dane drowns in Greece, whilst a civil war is going on. Meggie needs to find her child. She seeks Ralph's help. He refuses to help right away, but Meggie tells him the truth about Dane. Immediately, they fly together to Greece and bring back Dane's body back to Drogheda. Soon after Dane's death, Ralph passes away.Justine believes that the death of her brother was her fault. The book ends with her living happily with Rainer, a distinguished German who loved her from the beginning and had the patience to wait for her to recognise that she loved him.The book's title refers to a kind of bird that searches for thorn trees from the day it is born. When it finds the tree, it pierces its own heart on the thorn, and sings the most beautiful song ever heard on earth as it dies. Pain is the price to pay for the very best.
I Am The Thorn 歌词
歌曲名:I Am The Thorn歌手:恶灵天皇专辑:Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography DeluxeI am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.Im crying.Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.I am the walrus, goo goo gjoob.Mister City Policeman sittingPretty little policemen in a row.See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.Im crying, Im crying.Im crying, Im crying.Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dogs eye.Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.I am the walrus, goo goo gjoob.Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.If the sun dont come, you get a tanFrom standing in the English rain.I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.I am the walrus, goo goo gjoob ggoo goo gjoob.Expert textpert choking smokers,Dont you thing the joker laughs at you?See how they smile like pigs in a sty,See how they snied.Im crying.Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe.I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.I am the walrus, goo goo gjoob ggoo goo gjoob.
THE THORN BIRDS怎么样
很多年前，北大的一位文学教授讲述这本书，被深深的吸引，节省了一个月的早饭钱，终于欣赏到了美丽的澳洲，还有美丽的故事
夜莺与玫瑰英文原文
NIGHTINGALE AND ROSE She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried young Student, but in all my garden there is red rose. From her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale heard , and she looked out through the leaves and wondered. red rose in all my garden! he cried, and beautiful eyes filled with tears. Ah, on what tle things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want (没有) of a red rose is my made wretched. Here at last is a true lover, said the Nightingale. Night after night have I sung of , though I knew t: night after night have I told story to the stars and now I see him. hair is dark as the hyacinth()-- blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow. The Prince gives a ball (舞会) to-morrow night, murmured the young student, and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I should hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break. Here, indeed, is the true lover, said the Nightingale. What I sing of, he suffers: what is to me, to him is pain. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds (), and dearer than fine opals (). Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold. The musicians will sit in their gallery, said the young Student, and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her: and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept. Why is he weeping? asked a tle Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air. Why, indeed? said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam. Why, indeed? whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice. He is weeping for a red rose, said the Nightingale. For a red rose? they cried: how very ridiculous! and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic (愤世嫉俗者), laughed outright. But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student’s sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love. Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed across the garden. In the center of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are white, it answered; as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want. So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are yellow, it answered; as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden (美人鱼) who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil (黄水仙) that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want. So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student’s window. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are red, it answered, as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped (摧残) my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year. One red rose is all I want, cried the Nightingale, only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it? There is a way, answered the Tree; but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you. Tell it to me, said the Nightingale, I am not afraid. If you want a red rose, said the Tree, you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into me veins, and become mine. Death is a great price to pay for a red rose, cried the Nightingale, and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot (战车) of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man? So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove. The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart’s blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy (哲学), though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey, and his breath is like frankincense. The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books. But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who had built her nest in his branches. Sing me one last song, he whispered; I shall feel lonely when you are gone. So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar. When she had finished her song, the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket. She had form, her said to himself, as he walked away through the grove—that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good! And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep. And when the moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang, with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her. She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree. But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Press closer, little Nightingale, cried the Tree, or the Day will come before the rose is finished. So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid. And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose’s heart remained white, for only a Nightingale’s heart’s blood can crimson the heart of a rose. And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Press closer, little Nightingale, cried the Tree, or the Day will come before the rose is finished. So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb. And the marvelous rose became crimson (猩红), like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby (红宝石) was the heart. But the Nightingale’ voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat. Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea. Look, look! cried the Tree, the rose is finished now; but the Nightingale made not answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart. And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out. Why, what a wonderful piece of luck! He cried; here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name; and he leaned down and plucked it. Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s house with the rose in his hand. The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet. You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose, cried the Student. Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you. But he girl frowned. I am afraid it will not go with my dress, she answered; and, besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew had sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers. Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful, said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose onto he street, where it fell into the gutter (阴沟), and a cartwheel went over it. Ungrateful! said the girl. I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I dont believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain’s nephew has; and she got up from her chair and went into the house. What a silly thing Love is! said the Student as he walked away. It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics (玄学). So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.
the thorn birds什么意思
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