The memory can date to the most original mysterious river with the emerging lines, and spread freely in every corner of the space.
记忆随着光线的涌动，漫溯至最原始的神秘之河，在灵动空间的每一个角落，自由伸展。
The light from the street lamp on the corner filtered down through the birch trees, casting a glow as green as a summer memory upon the winter - brown back yard.
街角路灯的光透过白桦树，洒在地上，一片暗绿，仿佛在冬天枯黄的花园里投下了一抹夏日的记忆。
The light from the street lamp on the corner filtered down through the birch trees, casting a glow as green as a summer memory upon the winter - brown back yard.
街角的路灯透过桦树的枝叶照在冬季褐色的院子里，映射出一片淡淡的绿光，宛若一抹夏日的记忆。
This love can in mind, in the memory, in the look in the eyes, in being not the mind corner that the others know.
这爱可以在心里，在记忆里，在眼神里，在不为他人所知的心灵角落里。
In the GC and Memory Visualizer, templates let you to save these combinations for later use. The templates view is in the upper left corner of the window, as shown in Figure 11.
在EVTK中，模板允许您保存这些组合以便以后使用。
Soon after interview, flat replaced previous hutong and interviewees then could hardly be found again now, so this report has been the eternal memory of this last corner.
但是在采访后不久，这里很快就被夷为平地，当时的被采访对象们现在都已不知去向，这篇报道也已经成为对这片最后的角落的记忆。
The colourful balloons drifted in the sky, an abundant supply of candies and biscuits were placed in every corner, and a joyful memory was inscribed in everyones heart.
五彩气球高飘在天空，丰盛的糖果饼干摆置在各个角落，欢乐的记忆留存在人人心头。
Therefore even the weirdest Chinese memory can be found a corresponding fragment in some corner of the world, through which our collective fate is reflected.
即便是我们认为最匪夷所思的中国记忆，依然可以在世界的某个角落找到对应的片段，我们的集体命运被折射其中。
Memory, forgotten in the corner.
记忆，遗忘在街角。
Frequently I have to ask myself in the street for the name of the man I bowed to just now, and then, before I can answer, the wind of the first corner blows him from my memory.
走在街上，我时常思忖，刚才自己点头致意的那个人叫什么名字来着，于是乎，我开始搜肠刮肚地去回忆，可还没等我想起来，从街边拐角处吹来的风，就将那个人从我脑海里吹了个精光。
Frequently I have to ask myself in the street for the name of the man I bowed to just now, and then, before I can answer, the wind of the first corner blows him from my memory.
走在街上，我时常思忖，刚才自己点头致意的那个人叫什么名字来着，于是乎，我开始搜肠刮肚地去回忆，可还没等我想起来，从街边拐角处吹来的风，就将那个人从我脑海里吹了个精光。
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