1. obsolescent：新晋歌星rising star | 过气obsolescent | 雷颂德Mark Lui Chung-tak
2. guo qi：过骨 guo gu | 过气 guo qi | 过气佬倌 guo qi lao guan
3. o olescent：新晋歌星rising star | 过气o olescent | 雷颂德Mark Lui Chung-tak
This will be a kick in her throat.
I am crunched up by the life pressure.
It was too crowded to breathe in the train.
A large stack of little tasks can feel overwhelming, but often just a few minutes of work can make a sizeable dent.
Lord, whatever Satan is telling him in his mind, may your truth bind up its lies and let your truthset him free. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.
It is very hot and stuffy today and i could hardly breath.
Several men caught me in a corner of the field and one held my nose so hard that I could only just breathe.
Gold Flower felt suffocated by the ring of faces above her.
I am like a fish and breathe heavily because of water shortage at ordinary times however annoy, the rain water brought me vital vitality, let me be able to also occasionally put an own heart to fly at the horizon.
After all, no one wants to be labelled a has-been.
Twenty years ago she was the center of attraction in social circles; now she is just a has-been.
The concert of that has-been star was canceled, because 90% of the tickets were unsold.
Recently I have been very busy with my mid semester exam which was on the tuesday, wed and thursday of last week.
The weather today was really humid. In fact I was worried that the humidity would have turned into a big storm. Really didn`t want the bad weather to affect the entire filming progress. After all, today`s filming really a display of splendour Look at this convoy of black eagles
He dosen`t even know why he act like this but knows he must stop the conversation at once so he jumps out to strike Xue with his sword.
We found ourselves one afternoon smothered at the bottom of a pile of ghastly miscellany: envelops engraved with the wrong address, snapshots that had never been pasted up, a mahogany chip belonging to a broken chair, some high-school examination papers, a can of ski wax, several programs of the Millrose games, a sneaker for the left foot, a build-it-yourself airplane that had never been built, some samples of curtain material, a catcher's mitt, and a red-and-silver ashtray made from the head of a piston.
The train is so congested that I can't even breath.
The Nanjing that day is unusually hot and dry, the air of wet chaotic lets person choking, early, hu Zhixin and the drum-tower that come to the job euqally at ordinary times are post-office.
19. Chinese Summary/中文概要：两位认识多年的好友，与妻子一同起程前往西班牙的Catalonia，一位是才气已退的过气作家，另一位Jacopo则是深藏若虚的写作新手，就在旅程第一站的夜晚，Jacopo突然向大家说，他目前正在写一本，而这书的主题正好是作家的最不拿手及逃避的主题–爱情小说。
The author had suspected, and feared, that all along. What he could not even remotely imagine is that his friend is about to succeed precisely where he has always been failing: write a lovestory. The next day, as their wives catch the bus to a local flea market, Jacopo drags his friend on a climb up the Gorges de Loup from which only the author comes back alive.
20. 我是二十二个区段从哪里 Rudolph Valentino 以隆重的仪礼放置，八个区段从哪里内森猛拉被运行，来自欧内斯特海明威打击在鼻子上的最大依斯曼，四里的出版者的办公室的五个区段从哪里沃尔特惠特曼为布鲁克林鹰坐着出汗出社论，当她来了纽约有关内布拉斯加写书的时候，来自街道 Willa Cather 的三十四个区段住在，旧姓的区段从哪里用到在竞技场的董事会上的小丑的 Marceline，来自地点的三十六个区段哪里历史学家乔 Gould 踢了对民众的充足视野的块一个收音机，十三个区段从哪里哈利融解射击史丹福白色的，来自我过去一直在来自克拉伦马车日子年长者在主显节的教堂中被他的罪洗的地点的大都市的歌剧和只有 112个区段引导的地方的五个区段；(我可以不确定继续这一本目录)而且就那件事而论我正在或许占领最房间一些尊贵的和 somewise 值得纪念的个性坐在，他们其中的一些在热又喘不过气来的午后，孤单而私人而充满的他们自己散发感从没有。
I am twenty-two blocks from where Rudolph Valentino lay in state, eight blocks from where Nathan Hale was executed, five blocks from the publisher's office where Ernest Hemingway hit Max Eastman on the nose, four miles from where Walt Whitman sat sweating out editorials for the Brooklyn Eagle, thirty-four blocks from the street Willa Cather lived in when she came to New York to write books about Nebraska, ne block from where Marceline used to clown on the boards of the Hippodrome, thirty-six blocks from the spot where the historian Joe Gould kicked a radio to pieces in full view of the public, thirteen blocks from where Harry Thaw shot Stanford White, five blocks from where I used to usher at the Metropolitan Opera and only 112 blocks from the spot where Clarence Day the elder was washed of his sins in the Church of the Epiphany(I could continue this list indefinitelyand for that matter I am probably occupying the very room that any number of exalted and somewise memorable characters sat in, some of them on hot, breathless afternoons, lonely and private and full of their own sense of emanations from without.