词汇：spirit/ˈspɪrɪt/
n. 精神；心灵；志气；烈酒；情绪
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- ANGLE ON DREW SITTING IN THE RAIN He is miserable, and he is looking at the relative comfort of the stands around the temple, where there is food, warmth and light. His spirit is wavering.>> 花旗小和尚 American Shaolin (1992) Movie Script
- The spirit of Shaolin... Taught me to persevere and show courage.>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
- But the spirit of Shaolin... Every flower and blade of grass... Its beams and columns, its bricks and tiles... Will forever stay in our hearts.>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
- People, you've come a long way... to a foreign place You should co-operate and take care of each other Po Chi Lam was opened for this reason I don't hope for good business, that'll require you being ill This is not what I hope for Instead, I hope that... The American Po Chi Lam would become your club house when you have time, you can have tea, chat, and practice Kung-fu here Build up a strong body And come in line with Po Chi Lam's spirit Hand in hand we copy foreigners' merits and compensate our short-comings And shine for the Chinese people That's all Come in! Refreshment time!>> 西域雄狮 Once Upon a Time in China and America Movie Script
- What the hell? I like that It's raining dogs and cats, please go back inside No, Fai-hong won't find us when he is back Master would be upset if you fell sick Exactly, please go back inside Fai-hong... Yee... Master... Seven... Yee... Water topples a boat and so it floats one Hardness and softness can grow or temper with each other This is the spirit of Tai Chi Reckless movement repels, stay clam and you stay as one piece Understand?>> 西域雄狮 Once Upon a Time in China and America Movie Script
- This weave is excellent, we should learn how to do it Father, the great spirit has blessed me with another son Where am I?>> 西域雄狮 Once Upon a Time in China and America Movie Script
- Before he reached Kansas, word had filtered ahead of him that a man was carrying a body home to Texas. The plain was filled with herds, for it was full summer. Cowboys spread the word, soldiers spread it. Several times he met trappers, coming east from the Rockies, or buffalo hunters who were finding no buffalo. The Indians heard—Pawnee and Arapahoe and Ogallala Sioux. Sometimes he would ride past parties of braves, their horses fat on spring grass, come to watch his journey. Some were curious enough to approach him, even to question him. Why did he not bury the compañero? Was he a holy man whose spirit must have a special place?>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “That girl plays beautifully,” the doctor said. “They say she studied music in Philadelphia when she was younger.” “How old is she now?” Augustus asked. “Maybe I’ll send her a bouquet.” The doctor smiled. “It’s plain you’re a man of spirit,” he said. “That’s good. I’m afraid you’ve a few fractuosities yet to endure.” “A few what?” Augustus asked. “You better introduce yourself before you start talking Latin.” “Dr. Mobley,” the man said. “Joseph C. Mobley, to be precise. The C stands for Cincinnatus.” “More Latin, I guess,” Augustus said. “Explain that first bunch of Latin you talked.” “I mean we’ve got to take off that other leg,” Dr. Mobley said. “I should have done it while you were out, but frankly, getting the left leg off exhausted me.” “It’s a good thing,” Augustus said. “If you’d hacked off my right leg, you’d be the one who was out. I need that right leg.” His gun belt was hanging over a chair nearby, and he reached out and took his pistol from the holster.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I can get myself out of trouble,” Augustus said. “But if I have to lead some quaking spirit like Jasper Fant it’ll slow me down. None of these cowpokes is exactly wilderness hands. We buried the last reliable man down on the Powder, remember?” “I remember,” Call said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Not too much,” he said. “You’re just dead.” “Maybe it ain’t as big a change as we think,” Clara said. “Maybe you just stay around near where you lived. Near your family, or wherever you was happiest. Only you’re just a spirit, and you don’t have the troubles the living have.” A minute later she shook her head, and stood up. “I guess that’s silly,” she said, and started back to the house.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Cholo was watching her to see if she was hurt. He loved Clara completely and tried in small ways to make life easier for her, although he had concluded long before that she wasn’t seeking ease. Often in the morning when she came down to the lots she would be somber and would stand by the fence for an hour, not saying a word to anyone. Other times there would be something working in her that scared the horses. He thought of Clara as like the clouds. Sometimes the small black clouds would pour out of the north; they seemed to roll over and over as they swept across the sky, like tumbleweeds. On some mornings things rolled inside Clara, and made her tense and snappish. She could do nothing with the horses on days like that. They became as she was, and Cholo would try gently to persuade her that it was not a good day to do the work. Other days, her spirit was quiet and calm and the horses felt that too. Those were the days they made progress training them.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Let me hold him,” she said, reaching for the baby. Augustus was glad to hand the baby over. He had been watching Clara and didn’t enjoy having to divert his attention to a wiggly baby. It was the same old Clara, so far as spirit went, though her body had changed. She was fuller in the bosom, thinner in the face. The real change was in her hands. As a girl she had had delicate hands, with long fingers and tiny wrists. Now it was her hands that drew his eyes: the work she had done had swollen and strengthened them; they seemed as large at the joints as a man’s. She was peeling potatoes with them and handled a knife as deftly as a trapper. Her hands were no longer as beautiful, but they were arresting: the hands of a formidable woman, perhaps too formidable.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Or she might have become merely a worked-out, worn-down pioneer woman, her beauty gone and her spirit tamed. He might look at her and not feel a thing—in which case he would lose something he treasured. On the other hand, he might look at her and feel all that he had felt in their younger days—in which case riding off and leaving her wouldn’t be very easy.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- At close range she looked younger, perhaps only fifteen or sixteen. Probably she had scarcely even had beaux, or if she had, they would only have been farm boys with no knowledge of the world. She had a curling upper lip, which he liked—it indicated she had some spirit. If she had been a whore, he would have contracted with her for a week, just on the strength of that lip and the curve of her bosom. But she was just a barefoot girl sitting on a wagon, with dust on her bare feet.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- While he rested, a big badger walked up to the spring and July shot him with his pistol. He had never eaten badger, but he ate this one and drank the spring water. Even better than food were the trees. Being in the shade again eased his spirit a little. He could look across the hot prairies for miles, from the comfort of his shade. The sun couldn’t parch him while he was under the trees.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- The next morning he started walking, but he didn’t feel the same. He felt like he no longer belonged to life. It would not have surprised him to see a cloud of buzzards circling over him. In spirit he had gone to visit Roscoe. He finished his water that night, having walked all day through the brown wavy grass. He tried a long shot at a deer but missed. The next morning he was awakened by the cawing of crows. He looked up to see several of them flapping overhead in the early grayness. He was tired from his long day’s walk and didn’t get up immediately. There was nothing to get up for but the bright sun and the shimmering plains. But he kept hearing the crows, cawing and quarreling not far away. When he stood up, he saw a little grove of low trees not two hundred yards away—they weren’t much, but they were trees, and the crows were resting in them.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Blue Duck kicked Lorena twice more. “You ain’t worth selling,” Blue Duck said. “The Kiowas can have you.” “What about me?” Monkey John asked. “What about my half interest?” “I won back your half interest,” Blue Duck said. “I won the Kiowas’ half too.” “Then how come you’re giving her to the goddamn Kiowas?” Monkey John said. “Give her to me.” “No, I want them to carve her up,” Blue Duck said. “It might put some spirit in them, so they can go out tomorrow and run that old Ranger to ground.” “Hell, I’m as mean as they are,” Monkey John said. “I can finish him, if he comes around here.” Blue Duck mounted. “You ain’t half as mean as they are,” he said. “And if McCrae comes around here you better step quick or you’ll be plugged. He got Ermoke, and Ermoke was three times the fighter you are.” He opened his pack, took out a bottle of whiskey and pitched it to the Indians. Then he said something to them in their language and rode away toward the river.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Oh, Bol’s got the adventurer’s spirit,” Augustus said. “He’ll go. If he don’t, he’ll just have to go home and whet his wife more often than he cares to.” With that he went and got the two mules that constituted their wagon team. The bigger mule, a gray, was named Greasy, and the smaller, a bay, they called Kick Boy, out of respect for his lightning rear hooves. They had not been worked very much, there seldom having been a need to take the wagon anywhere. It was theoretically for rent, but rarely got rented more than once a year. Greasy and Kick Boy were an odd-looking team, the former being nearly four hands higher than the latter. Augustus hitched them to the wagon, while Call went to inspect the remuda, meaning to weed out any horses that looked sickly.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Well, Dish, so you’re leaving us,” Augustus said. “Which outfit’s lucky enough to have you this trip?” The quick glimpse of Lorena put Dish in such perplexity of spirit that he could hardly focus on the question.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Fear, evil spirit, wild beast.>> 澳大利亚乱世情 Australia Movie Script
- King George say them white fella bad spirit.>> 澳大利亚乱世情 Australia Movie Script
- I like her spirit.>> 侏罗纪世界1 Jurassic World （2015）Movie Script
- The dilophosaur gets into the spirit of the game, but not the object.>> 侏罗纪公园 1 Jurassic Park (1993) Movie Script
- Maybe they'll help you get the spirit of this place.>> 侏罗纪公园 1 Jurassic Park (1993) Movie Script
- Trying to keep his boy's spirit up...>> 侏罗纪公园3 Jurassic Park 3 (2001) Movie Script