他们在帮助劈木头，然后丢进炉子那火红的大嘴里。
They were helping to chop wood to feed the red maw of the stove.
不，孩子，我再也看不见火红的山了。
她望着火红的炉火、听着呼啸的风声。
She looked at the red fire and listened to the wind wuthering.
那么，你要知道，那里用火红的字写着：大木偶戏院。
Know, then, that written in letters of fire I see the words: GREAT MARIONETTE THEATER.
前方远山上火红的花朵是木棉吗？
公园每年秋天都被火红的秋叶装点。
The park is decorated with flaming autumn leaves every autumn.
这位年轻人有火红的头发不肯放平。
The youngster has flaming red hair that refuses to lie flat.
火红的郁金香，蓝色的玫瑰。
火红的太阳渐渐消失在海平线上。
有的人把它比作火红的太阳。
火红的充满热情的节目单。
您就像一轮火红的太阳。
这个火红的星球甚至可能曾有利于生物的繁衍。
她有著火红的头发。
红光溢彩的枫树叶在蔚蓝色晴空的衬托下，给这座城市披上了火红的盛装。
Backgrounded by the bright blue sky, the leaves on maple trees, with brilliant hues of red, give a flaming tribute to the city.
由于她个子高，又长了一头火红的头发，她站在人群里很显眼。
She stood out from the crowd because of her height and her flaming red hair.
黑根拿过酒瓶，给他俩各倒一杯火红的、有点甘草味的茴香酒。
Hagen switched bottles and poured them both a portion of the fiery, licorice - tasting alcohol.
那火红的颜色？我是说。，我打赌，她的色彩顾问是个受虐狂。
That flaming red? I mean. I swear her colorist is masochistic.
潜意识中觉得火烈鸟并不是一种鸟，而是一种寓意，火红的热情。
Subconsciously think that flamingo is not a bird, but a moral of the story red-hot passion.
火红的旭日刚刚透出海平面，给美丽恬静的大海抹上一层玫瑰色。
Red sun just from the surface of the sea, to the beautiful and quiet sea with a layer of rose.
我相信朋友捧着火红的玫瑰渐渐走远的背影，一定能点燃易感的情怀。
I trust that any friend of mine carrying the roses would vanish into the distance feeling that his emotion had been rekindled.
火红的彩霞在雨后，真诚的友谊在别后，流水不因石而阻，友谊不因远而疏。
Red clouds in the rain, sincere friendship in the rear, stone and water do not stop, friendship is not far away and sparse.
采一朵美丽的鲜花，撷一束火红的枫叶，装进思念的信封，遥寄给远方的朋友！
Pick a beautiful flower, a bunch of red maple leaf, into the envelope of missing, remote sent to distant friends!
一朵朵晶莹的雪花，一块块洁白的嗿“地毯”，映衬着黑瓦白墙间一个个火红的灯笼。
Glittering and translucent snowflake, pieces of white "carpet", against the HeiWa white wall between the red lanterns.
朝北过去几哩路，矗立着圣璜堂那古老的钟楼，衬着火红的东天，显出一片黑里带紫的影子。
While a few miles distant, toward the north, the venerable campanile of the mission SAN Juan stood silhouetted in purplish black against the flaming east.
她瞧见他正透过火炉的缝隙凝视著那烧得火红的煤块。他有些神经质地不断用手指搔他的头发。
She saw him stare at the coals glowing red through the crevices of the stove and run his fingers nervously through his hair.
她瞧见他正透过火炉的缝隙凝视著那烧得火红的煤块。他有些神经质地不断用手指搔他的头发。
She saw him stare at the coals glowing red through the crevices of the stove and run his fingers nervously through his hair.
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