英语翻译地中海,温和湿润的冬季,在这12月,悄无声息的下了一场雨．柠檬树,在雨后的空气里气定神闲的吐纳呼吸,海岸线,给斑

英语翻译
地中海,温和湿润的冬季,在这12月,悄无声息的下了一场雨．柠檬树,在雨后的空气里气定神闲的吐纳呼吸,海岸线,给斑斓却不张扬的地中海风格建筑增添了几分神秘．来不及去拜访撒丁岛上沉默如岩石的会看手相的老人,来不及去倾听水城威尼斯的静谧与喧嚣的交响,没有任何理由,就乘一叶扁舟,顺着水流,从高盐度到更高的盐度．就从这里开始．
苏伊士运河,悠久的繁华,不是那海风吹拂下发出清脆乐声的贝壳小风铃,而是远处传来的阵阵浑厚的钟声,与河水默契的一唱一和,歌颂着忙碌,闲谈着心事,唠叨着一个多世纪前数十万劳工的鸡毛蒜皮,交流着东西两块大陆各自的歌舞升平．
回头远望尼罗河,一路奔流着汇入地中海,沧桑的河流,一声叹息,擦肩而过,迈向相反的方向．就让小船义无返顾的驶向红海吧,舀一勺这最咸的海水,一路向南,追不上太阳直射点的匆忙足迹,路过圣城麦加的穆斯林安详虔诚的表情．
穿过曼德海峡,拐进亚丁湾,逆着印度洋上的季风环流,沿着海岸线,航行一道弧,到阿曼,完成第一站．
阿拉伯半岛是一只巨大的靴子,小船从鞋尖一跃而下,一路的舟车劳顿做成一只漂流瓶,漂向未知的充满期待的远方．就沉醉在这印度洋冬日的逆时针暖流里吧,是鲁宾孙的小木筏,是五光十色旋转木马,享受着低纬的倾城日光,让悠闲把航线划成一个圈．当然,这不是句号．
向东,沿着印度半岛的轮廓,轻声呢喃着陌生的名字,像一个个古老失传的咒语：卡提阿瓦半岛,讷尔默达河...西高止山脉阻断了好奇的视线,那些几乎穿过了整个半岛的河流,终究要从德干高原顺势奔腾,更早的拥入孟加拉湾．不妨,穿过保克海峡,挥别斯里兰卡,绕过半岛东侧的河流入海口,去看望久不得见的老友．一一拜访,沿海北上,直到恒河口．
最后转身,混迹在万吨巨轮的庞大身影中走进马六甲,苏门答蜡,爪哇等岛,是一条光彩夺目的翡翠项链,马来半岛,加里曼丹,苏拉威西是这漫长游记最末的匆忙痕迹．
就到这里……
收起地图,这是”处心积虑”用航线编织的小情绪

The Mediterranean,mild and humid winter,in this December,silent down the rain.Lemon,in the rain in the air they dress the gateway to breathe,coastline,but not advertised to the gorgeous Mediterranean-style architecture added air of mystery.No time to visit Sardinia,on the rocks will be silent,such as palm readers of the elderly,and no time to listen to Venice for the quiet and noisy symphony,there is no reason,they take a leaf boat along the water,from high salinity to more high salinity.From here.
Suez Canal,a long prosperous than those issued under the crisp sound of wind blowing a small shell wind chimes,but heard the bursts of vigorous distant bell,with the tacit agreement of the river echoed each other,celebrating the busy,chat with your heart,chatter hundred more than a century ago,with hundreds of thousands of workers,trivia,exchanges with the mainland two things their peacefulness.
Back afar the Nile,along with import torrents Mediterranean,vicissitudes of the river,sigh,brushed past us into the opposite direction.Let's sail boat threw the Red Sea bar,scoop a spoonful of this most salty sea water,all the way south,behind the sun,direct point of hasty footsteps,passing the Muslim holy city of Mecca calm pious expression.
Through the Mandalay Channel,turn into the Gulf of Aden,going against the Indian Ocean monsoon circulation along the coast,sailing an arc,to Oman,to complete the first stop.
The Arabian Peninsula is a great boot,boat jumped down from the toes along the way to the trouble of commuting made a drift bottle drift to the great expectations of the distant and unknown.To indulge in this winter of the counter-clockwise warm Indian Ocean where it,is a small raft Robinson is the colorful carousel,enjoying the low latitude of Allure daylight,so that laid-back to draw a circle route.Of course,this is not a full stop.
Eastward along the contours of the Indian subcontinent,Whisper softly with unfamiliar names,like an old lost a mantra:kathiawar peninsula,Narmada River ...western ghats blocked curious sight,that almost the entire peninsula across the river,after all,from the Deccan Plateau homeopathic Pentium,an earlier influx of Bay of Bengal.May,through the Palk Strait,say goodbye to Sri Lanka,around the peninsula east of the river into the sea,to visit an old friend of long time no see.11 visits,along the coast north,until the permanent estuary.
Finally turned around in million metric tons were removed from the wheel into a huge figure in Melaka,wax Sumatra,Java and other islands,is a dazzling emerald necklace,the Malay Peninsula,Kalimantan,Sulawesi is that the long travels of the most marks the end of the rush.Here ......put away the map,it was "deliberately" woven with the route a brief look at the small emotional thank!