◎译 名 百年孤独 第一季/百年孤寂/百年孤寂:第一部(台)/Cien años de soledad: Parte 1/One Hundred Years of Solitude/One Hundred Years of Solitude: Part 1◎片 名 Cien años de soledad Season 1◎年 代 2024◎产 地 哥伦比亚◎类 别 剧情/历史/奇幻◎语 言 西班牙语...
The great strike broke out.Cultivation83stoppedhalfway84, the fruit rotted on the trees and the hundred--twenty-car trains remained on the sidings. The idle workersoverflowed85the towns. The Street of the Turks echoed with a Saturday that lasted for several days and in the poolroom at the ...
IT RAINED FOR four years, eleven months, and two days. There were periods ofdrizzle1during which everyone put on his full dress a convalescent look to celebrate the clearing, but the people soon grew accustomed to interpret the pauses as a sign of redoubled rain. The skycrumbled2into a set...
Beauty, who was born anew every hundred years, sat in a sort of outdoor waiting-room through which blew gusts of white wind and occasionally a breathless hurried star. The stars winked at her intimately as they went by and the winds made a soft incessant flurry in her hair. She was inc...
For about two thousand five hundred years Sappho has held her place as not only the supreme poet of her sex, but the chief lyrist of all lyrists. Every one who reads acknowledges her fame, concedes her supremacy; but to all except poets and Hellenists her name is a vague and uncompreh...
“I would die a hundred times,” she said, cheerful at last, “rather than be deprived of thy most sweet usage. I love thee as my own soul, beyond comparison even with Love himself. Only bid thy servant Zephyrus bring hither my sisters, as he brought me. My honeycomb! My husband!
A few hundred years ago, Turlough O’Carolan, the blind harper and last of the Irish bards, was sitting in a tavern with his friend, the poet Charles McCabe. McCabe said, “Your music, sir, is grand and lovely stuff, but too light-hearted. This is a dark time we live in, Mr. Ca...
Jordan Pond House is a quaint little restaurant inside the park that has been serving popovers on the lawn for over a hundred years. And while you (and your dog, should you be so lucky) eat, you get to look out at this: Which is nice. BUT FIRST! We had to earn it by hiking ...
sacks reinforced with copper wire within a circle with a radius157 of three hundred eighty--eight feet with úrsula's bed as the center, but she warned that it would not be found until it stopped raining and the suns of three consecutive158 Junes had changed the piles of mud into dust....
It was the history of the family, written by Melquíades, down to the most trivial details, one hundred years ahead of time. He had written it in Sanskrit, which was his mother tongue, and he had encoded the even lines in the private cipher154 of the Emperor Augustus and the odd ones...