文字・語彙 89, 聴解 70, 読解・文法 173
総合点 332
聴解還是低了點, 不過聴解有圖的部份實在好難
其實去年去北海道玩的時候就覺得, 3級的文法對一般生活上來說已經夠用了, 雖然可能對 native speaker 來說, 講出來的話還是很生硬, 但溝通沒有太大的問題
不過我還是會繼續拼到 1級就是了, 等日本語能力試験 1級通過之後, 就來加強英文吧
星期五, 3月 27, 2009
日本語能力試験 2級 passed
JLPT 3級通過之後隔了兩年, 這次沒有特意的做考古題 (一方面也是沒空), 靠著兩年來在補習班上課的實力去考 2級
文字・語彙 89, 聴解 70, 読解・文法 173
総合点 332
聴解還是低了點, 不過聴解有圖的部份實在好難
其實去年去北海道玩的時候就覺得, 3級的文法對一般生活上來說已經夠用了, 雖然可能對 native speaker 來說, 講出來的話還是很生硬, 但溝通沒有太大的問題
不過我還是會繼續拼到 1級就是了, 等日本語能力試験 1級通過之後, 就來加強英文吧
文字・語彙 89, 聴解 70, 読解・文法 173
総合点 332
聴解還是低了點, 不過聴解有圖的部份實在好難
其實去年去北海道玩的時候就覺得, 3級的文法對一般生活上來說已經夠用了, 雖然可能對 native speaker 來說, 講出來的話還是很生硬, 但溝通沒有太大的問題
不過我還是會繼續拼到 1級就是了, 等日本語能力試験 1級通過之後, 就來加強英文吧
星期六, 3月 03, 2007
星期二, 12月 05, 2006
JLPT
以前還在學校的時候有修過一年的初級日語, 不過其實沒有很認真的學, 後來也忘的差不多了, 去年到九州玩之後, 覺得這種半調子的程度實在是不太有用 (我的半調子法文, 德文, 西班牙文也是吧 XD)
下部隊之後, 開始想利用時間讀點書, 就把日文課本給拿出來了, 那時跟 Trunks 學長聊到自己有點想去考個日本語能力試驗, 就在學長的建議下, 跳過 4級, 直接把目標訂在 3級, 那是 3月的事情...
以前在學校用的是 [新日本語の基礎 I], 初級日語的時候只教到 13課, 自己買了課文中譯和文法解答對照著來讀, 才驚訝的發現, 以前在學校一年怎麼學這麼少啊? 除了 14課て形的變化之外, 一天就可以讀個兩三課, 只花了一個月整本 25課就唸完了 (我是先唸文法, 不背單字, 這麼一來進度很快, 很有成就感)
延續著之前的課本, 買了 [新日本語の基礎 II], 就這樣讀完了 50課 (3級的程度是 50課左右), 不過我後來覺得, 比起來 [大家的日本語] 比較好, [新日本語の基礎] 和 [大家的日本語] 幾乎是一樣的, 只是 [大家的日本語] 把 50課拆成 4本 (初級 I, 初級 II, 進階 I, 進階 II), 而且內容比較生活化, 最重要的是, [大家的日本語] 的 CD 比較容易買到
大概 8月的時候, 50課包含單字就全部讀完了, 做了模擬試題發現, 只讀完 50課似乎還有一點點不夠, 就到書局又買了 [3級文法百寶箱/彭南儀/致良出版社] 回來唸, 覺得這本書還不錯, [新日本語の基礎] 50課加上這本書, 3級的文法幾乎都涵蓋到了, 雖然還是差了那麼一點點 XD
9月之後就純粹是複習了, 沒有學什麼新東西, 純粹準備考試實在很無聊, 越讀越懶, 後來幾乎沒什麼在唸
不過狂看日劇練聽力和語感
9月的時候報名, 12月 3日考試 (每年 12月的第一個星期日)
考前做了 2004 和 2005 的考古題, 大概有 360 分上下 (文字・語彙 100分, 聴解 100分, 読解・文法 200分), 好像是 280分及格吧
所以還蠻有信心的
不過今年的文字・語彙蠻討厭的, 考了很多那種有沒有長音的, 平常沒特別留意實在是搞不太清楚, 再加上前幾天感冒了, 整個早上考試的時候都昏昏沉沉的, 聴解感覺還蠻慘的
應該還是會過吧, 祈禱中... XD
btw, 很久沒看到那麼多年輕美眉啦... :-p
下部隊之後, 開始想利用時間讀點書, 就把日文課本給拿出來了, 那時跟 Trunks 學長聊到自己有點想去考個日本語能力試驗, 就在學長的建議下, 跳過 4級, 直接把目標訂在 3級, 那是 3月的事情...
以前在學校用的是 [新日本語の基礎 I], 初級日語的時候只教到 13課, 自己買了課文中譯和文法解答對照著來讀, 才驚訝的發現, 以前在學校一年怎麼學這麼少啊? 除了 14課て形的變化之外, 一天就可以讀個兩三課, 只花了一個月整本 25課就唸完了 (我是先唸文法, 不背單字, 這麼一來進度很快, 很有成就感)
延續著之前的課本, 買了 [新日本語の基礎 II], 就這樣讀完了 50課 (3級的程度是 50課左右), 不過我後來覺得, 比起來 [大家的日本語] 比較好, [新日本語の基礎] 和 [大家的日本語] 幾乎是一樣的, 只是 [大家的日本語] 把 50課拆成 4本 (初級 I, 初級 II, 進階 I, 進階 II), 而且內容比較生活化, 最重要的是, [大家的日本語] 的 CD 比較容易買到
大概 8月的時候, 50課包含單字就全部讀完了, 做了模擬試題發現, 只讀完 50課似乎還有一點點不夠, 就到書局又買了 [3級文法百寶箱/彭南儀/致良出版社] 回來唸, 覺得這本書還不錯, [新日本語の基礎] 50課加上這本書, 3級的文法幾乎都涵蓋到了, 雖然還是差了那麼一點點 XD
9月之後就純粹是複習了, 沒有學什麼新東西, 純粹準備考試實在很無聊, 越讀越懶, 後來幾乎沒什麼在唸
不過狂看日劇練聽力和語感
9月的時候報名, 12月 3日考試 (每年 12月的第一個星期日)
考前做了 2004 和 2005 的考古題, 大概有 360 分上下 (文字・語彙 100分, 聴解 100分, 読解・文法 200分), 好像是 280分及格吧
所以還蠻有信心的
不過今年的文字・語彙蠻討厭的, 考了很多那種有沒有長音的, 平常沒特別留意實在是搞不太清楚, 再加上前幾天感冒了, 整個早上考試的時候都昏昏沉沉的, 聴解感覺還蠻慘的
應該還是會過吧, 祈禱中... XD
btw, 很久沒看到那麼多年輕美眉啦... :-p
星期三, 11月 02, 2005
新發現的 Word 的超強功能
最近把 TSR 看完, 覺得 OP 南風超好聽 (不過 FMP 所有的 OP 和 ED 我都覺得很好聽), 就開始找歌詞, 原本是想自己用日文輸入法慢慢注音的, 沒想到無意間發現 Word 強大的功能
首先用滑鼠選取一小段 (沒辦法一次處理太多) 日文, 接著到選單選擇:
格式 -> 亞洲方式配置 -> 注音標示
Word 就會自動把漢字的平假名都標上去 (不過也會雞婆的幫片假名注音)
雖然不見得會完全正確, 不過比自己慢慢打方便多了
超讚的啦, 以後漢字不會唸問 Word 就行啦
首先用滑鼠選取一小段 (沒辦法一次處理太多) 日文, 接著到選單選擇:
格式 -> 亞洲方式配置 -> 注音標示
Word 就會自動把漢字的平假名都標上去 (不過也會雞婆的幫片假名注音)
雖然不見得會完全正確, 不過比自己慢慢打方便多了
超讚的啦, 以後漢字不會唸問 Word 就行啦
星期四, 10月 13, 2005
星期一, 1月 17, 2005
高中英文課本裡我最喜歡的一課
Information Please
When I was quite young my family had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished oak case fastened to the wall on the lower stair landing. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I even remember the number - 105. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Once she lifted me up to speak to my father, who was away on business. Magic!
Then I discovered that somewhere inside that wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was "Information Pease" and there was nothing she did not know. My mother could ask her for anybody's number; when our clock ran down, Information Please immediately supplied the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-receiver came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool-bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be much use crying because there was no one home to offer sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver and held it to my ear. "Information Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two, and a small, clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."
"I hurt my fingerrrr-" I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough, now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I wept.
"Are you bleeding?"
"No," I replied. "I hit it with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open your icebox?" I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it on your finger. That will stop the hurt. Be careful when you use the ice pick," she admonished. "And don't cry. You'll be all right."
After that, I called Information Please for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and my arithmetic, and she told me that my pet chipmunk - I had caught in the park just the day before - would eat fruit and nuts.
And there was a little time that our pet canary died. I called Information Please and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to comfort a child. But I was not consoled: why was it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to whole families, only to end up as a heap of feathers, feet up, on the bottom of a cage?
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was at the telephone. "Information," said the now familiar voice.
"How do you spell fix?" I asked.
"Fix something? F-i-x."
At that instant my sister, who took unholy joy in scaring me, jumped off the stairs at me with a shriek - "Yaaaaaaaaaa!" I fell off the stool, pulling the receiver out of the box by its roots. We were both terrified - Information Please was no longer there, and I was not at all sure that I hadn't hurt her when I pulled the receiver out.
Minutes later there was a man on the porch. "I'm a telephone repairman," he said. "I was working down the street. And the operator said there might be some trouble at this number." He reached for the receiver in my hand. "What happened?"
I told him.
"Well, we can fix that in a minute or two." He opened the telephone box, exposing a mess of wires and coils, and fiddled with a small screwdriver. He jiggled the hook up and down a few times, then spoke into the phone. "Hi, this is Pete. Everything's under control at 105."
He hung up, smiled, gave me a pat on the head and walked out the door.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. Then, when I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston - and I missed my mentor acutely. Information Please belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought to trying the tall, skinny new phone that sat on a small table in the hall.
Yet, as I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me; often in moments of doubt perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had when I knew that I could call Information Please and get the right answer. I appreciated now how very patient, understanding and kind she was to have wasted her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down at Seattle. I had about half and hour between plane connections, and I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now, happily matured by marriage and motherhood. Then really without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard again the small, clear voice I knew so well: "Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you tell me, please, how to spell the word 'fix'?"
There was a long pause. Then came the softly spoken answer. "I guess," said Information Please, "that your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed. "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during all that time...."
"I wonder," she replied, "if you know how much you meant to me? I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls. Silly, wasn't it?"
It didn't seem silly, but I didn't say so. Instead, I told her how often I had thought of her over the years, and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister after the first semester was over.
"Please do. Just ask for Sally."
"Good-by, Sally." It sounded strange for Information Please to have a name. "If I run into any chipmunks, I'll tell them to eat fruit and nuts."
"Do that," she said. "Well, take good care, good-by." Just three months later I was back again at the Seattle airport. A different voice answered, "Information," and I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?"
"Yes," I said. "An old friend."
"Then I'm sorry to have to tell you. Sally had only been working part-time in the last few years because she was ill. She died five weeks ago." But before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Villiard?"
"Yes."
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down."
"What was it?" I asked, almost knowing in advance what it would be.
"Here it is, I'll read it - 'Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean.'"
I thanked her and hung up. I did know what Sally meant.
Anonymous
When I was quite young my family had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished oak case fastened to the wall on the lower stair landing. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I even remember the number - 105. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Once she lifted me up to speak to my father, who was away on business. Magic!
Then I discovered that somewhere inside that wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was "Information Pease" and there was nothing she did not know. My mother could ask her for anybody's number; when our clock ran down, Information Please immediately supplied the correct time.
My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-receiver came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool-bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be much use crying because there was no one home to offer sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver and held it to my ear. "Information Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two, and a small, clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."
"I hurt my fingerrrr-" I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough, now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I wept.
"Are you bleeding?"
"No," I replied. "I hit it with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open your icebox?" I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it on your finger. That will stop the hurt. Be careful when you use the ice pick," she admonished. "And don't cry. You'll be all right."
After that, I called Information Please for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and my arithmetic, and she told me that my pet chipmunk - I had caught in the park just the day before - would eat fruit and nuts.
And there was a little time that our pet canary died. I called Information Please and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to comfort a child. But I was not consoled: why was it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to whole families, only to end up as a heap of feathers, feet up, on the bottom of a cage?
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was at the telephone. "Information," said the now familiar voice.
"How do you spell fix?" I asked.
"Fix something? F-i-x."
At that instant my sister, who took unholy joy in scaring me, jumped off the stairs at me with a shriek - "Yaaaaaaaaaa!" I fell off the stool, pulling the receiver out of the box by its roots. We were both terrified - Information Please was no longer there, and I was not at all sure that I hadn't hurt her when I pulled the receiver out.
Minutes later there was a man on the porch. "I'm a telephone repairman," he said. "I was working down the street. And the operator said there might be some trouble at this number." He reached for the receiver in my hand. "What happened?"
I told him.
"Well, we can fix that in a minute or two." He opened the telephone box, exposing a mess of wires and coils, and fiddled with a small screwdriver. He jiggled the hook up and down a few times, then spoke into the phone. "Hi, this is Pete. Everything's under control at 105."
He hung up, smiled, gave me a pat on the head and walked out the door.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. Then, when I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston - and I missed my mentor acutely. Information Please belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought to trying the tall, skinny new phone that sat on a small table in the hall.
Yet, as I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me; often in moments of doubt perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had when I knew that I could call Information Please and get the right answer. I appreciated now how very patient, understanding and kind she was to have wasted her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down at Seattle. I had about half and hour between plane connections, and I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now, happily matured by marriage and motherhood. Then really without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard again the small, clear voice I knew so well: "Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you tell me, please, how to spell the word 'fix'?"
There was a long pause. Then came the softly spoken answer. "I guess," said Information Please, "that your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed. "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during all that time...."
"I wonder," she replied, "if you know how much you meant to me? I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls. Silly, wasn't it?"
It didn't seem silly, but I didn't say so. Instead, I told her how often I had thought of her over the years, and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister after the first semester was over.
"Please do. Just ask for Sally."
"Good-by, Sally." It sounded strange for Information Please to have a name. "If I run into any chipmunks, I'll tell them to eat fruit and nuts."
"Do that," she said. "Well, take good care, good-by." Just three months later I was back again at the Seattle airport. A different voice answered, "Information," and I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?"
"Yes," I said. "An old friend."
"Then I'm sorry to have to tell you. Sally had only been working part-time in the last few years because she was ill. She died five weeks ago." But before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Villiard?"
"Yes."
"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down."
"What was it?" I asked, almost knowing in advance what it would be.
"Here it is, I'll read it - 'Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean.'"
I thanked her and hung up. I did know what Sally meant.
Anonymous
星期四, 12月 30, 2004
Swedish 教室
Sverige /sverij/ Sweden
Svenska /svenskIa/ Swedish
Taiwaneser /taivaneser/ Taiwanese people
Taiwanesiska /taivanesIskIa/ Taiwanese language
God Jul /god jul/ Merry Christmas
Gott Nytt År /gOt nyt wor/ Good New Year
octt /Okt/ and
en skinka /en xwInkIa/ a ham
ett äpple: an apple
不定冠詞 en 和 ett 沒有規則 (怎麼覺得很像有類似 a 和 an 的規則?)
en god jul skinka: a good christmas ham
(瑞典人聖誕節吃火腿)
Svenska /svenskIa/ Swedish
Taiwaneser /taivaneser/ Taiwanese people
Taiwanesiska /taivanesIskIa/ Taiwanese language
God Jul /god jul/ Merry Christmas
Gott Nytt År /gOt nyt wor/ Good New Year
octt /Okt/ and
en skinka /en xwInkIa/ a ham
ett äpple: an apple
不定冠詞 en 和 ett 沒有規則 (怎麼覺得很像有類似 a 和 an 的規則?)
en god jul skinka: a good christmas ham
(瑞典人聖誕節吃火腿)
星期六, 11月 27, 2004
星期日, 10月 31, 2004
星期六, 10月 30, 2004
世界に一つだけの花
世界に一つだけの花 SMAP
世界 唯一 的花
作詞／作曲：槇原敬之
NO.1に ならなく てもいい
NO.1 無法成為 也 好 （無法成為 NO.1 也好）
とくべつ
もともと 特 別 な Only one
原本就是 特別 的 Only one （原本就是最特別的 Only one）
はなや みせさき ならんだ
花 屋の店 先 に 並 んだ
花 店 前面 排列 （看著排在花店門口各式各樣的花）
はな み
いろんな 花 を 見ていた
各式各樣的花 看
このみ
ひと それぞれ 好 みは あるけど
人 各自 喜好 有 （雖然每個人各有所好）
どれも みんな きれいだね
每個都 美麗 （但朵朵都美麗）
なか だれ いちばん
この中 で 誰 が 一 番 だなんて
其中 誰 最 美麗 （誰在這當中最為美麗）
あらそう ことも
争 う 事 もしないで
從不爭吵 （從不爭吵）
なか ほこらしげ
バケツの中 誇 らしげに
水桶 中 自豪的 （在桶中自豪的）
むね はって
しゃんと胸 を 張っている
挺 胸 伸展 （筆直的抬頭挺胸）
ぼく にんげん
それなのに 僕 ら 人 間 は
儘管那樣 我們 人類 （反觀我們人類）
くらべ
どうして こうも 比 べたがる？
為什麼 項目 比較 （為何要如此互相比較）
ひとりひとり ちがう なか
一人一人 違 うのに その中 で
每個人 不同 其中 （每個人都不盡相同）
いちばん
一 番 に なりたがる？
第一 啥咪？？？ （卻想從中當第一）
ぼく
そうさ 僕 らは
沒錯 我們都是 （沒錯 我們都是）
せかい ひとつ はな
世界 に 一 つだけの花
世界 唯一 的花 （世界上唯一僅有的花）
ひとりひとり ちがう たね もつ
一人 一人 違 う 種 を 持つ
每個人 不同的 種子 持有 （每個人擁有不一樣的種子）
はな さかせる
その花 を 咲かせること だけに
那朵花 開啥咪？？？ 盡可能 （只要全力以赴讓那朵花綻放就好）
いっしょうけんめい
一 生 懸 命 に なれば いい
拼命的 啥？？ 好
こまった わらい
困 ったように 笑 いながら
為難的樣子 笑 ？？ （有個人猶豫不決 不知如何是好的笑著）
まよってる ひと
ずっと迷 ってる 人 が いる
很 猶豫不決 人 嗯？
がんばって さいた はな
頑 張って 咲いた 花 は どれも
努力 綻放的 花 每個都 （因為努力綻放的花朵 朵朵美麗令人難以取捨）
しかた
きれい だから 仕方 ないね
美麗 所以 方法 啥咪？
みせ でて
やっと 店 から 出てきた
總算 店 從 出來 （好不容易她從店裡走了出來）
ひと かかえ
その人 が 抱 えていた
那 人 抱 ？？？ （看著她手裡抱著）
いろ はなたば
色 とりどりの 花 束 と
顏色 各式各樣的 花束 和 （色彩繽紛的花朵）
よこがお
うれしそうな 横 顔
高興 的樣子 側 臉 （以及開心的側臉）
なまえ しらなかった
名前 も 知らなかった けれど
名字 也 不知道 雖然 （雖不知她的名字）
ひ ぼく えがお
あの日 僕 に 笑顔 を くれた
那 天 我 笑容 啥咪？ （但是那天她給我的笑容）
だれ き ばしょ
誰 も 気づかない ような 場所 で
誰 也 沒發覺的 好像 地方 （有如在誰都不曾發覺的地方綻放的花朵一般）
さいてた はな
咲いてた 花 の ように
盛開 花 好像？
ぼく
そうさ 僕 らは
沒錯 我們都是 （沒錯 我們都是）
せかい ひとつ はな
世界 に 一 つだけの花
世界 唯一 的花 （世界上唯一僅有的花）
ひとりひとり ちがう たね もつ
一人 一人 違 う 種 を 持つ
每個人 不同的 種子 持有 （每個人擁有不一樣的種子）
はな さかせる
その花 を 咲かせること だけに
那朵花 開啥咪？？？ 盡可能 （只要全力以赴 讓那朵花綻放就好）
いっしょうけんめい
一 生 懸 命 に なれば いい
拼命的 啥？？ 好
ちいさい はな おおきな はな
小 さい 花 や 大 きな 花
小 花 大 花 （無論是大花小花）
ひとつ おなじ
一 つ として 同 じ ものは ない から
一個 沒有 相同 東西 沒有 因為 （因為都不是相同之物）
NO.1に ならなく てもいい
NO.1 無法成為 也 好 （無法成為 NO.1 也好）
とくべつ
もともと 特 別 な Only one
原本就是 特別 的 Only one （原本就是最特別的 Only one）
世界 唯一 的花
作詞／作曲：槇原敬之
NO.1に ならなく てもいい
NO.1 無法成為 也 好 （無法成為 NO.1 也好）
とくべつ
もともと 特 別 な Only one
原本就是 特別 的 Only one （原本就是最特別的 Only one）
はなや みせさき ならんだ
花 屋の店 先 に 並 んだ
花 店 前面 排列 （看著排在花店門口各式各樣的花）
はな み
いろんな 花 を 見ていた
各式各樣的花 看
このみ
ひと それぞれ 好 みは あるけど
人 各自 喜好 有 （雖然每個人各有所好）
どれも みんな きれいだね
每個都 美麗 （但朵朵都美麗）
なか だれ いちばん
この中 で 誰 が 一 番 だなんて
其中 誰 最 美麗 （誰在這當中最為美麗）
あらそう ことも
争 う 事 もしないで
從不爭吵 （從不爭吵）
なか ほこらしげ
バケツの中 誇 らしげに
水桶 中 自豪的 （在桶中自豪的）
むね はって
しゃんと胸 を 張っている
挺 胸 伸展 （筆直的抬頭挺胸）
ぼく にんげん
それなのに 僕 ら 人 間 は
儘管那樣 我們 人類 （反觀我們人類）
くらべ
どうして こうも 比 べたがる？
為什麼 項目 比較 （為何要如此互相比較）
ひとりひとり ちがう なか
一人一人 違 うのに その中 で
每個人 不同 其中 （每個人都不盡相同）
いちばん
一 番 に なりたがる？
第一 啥咪？？？ （卻想從中當第一）
ぼく
そうさ 僕 らは
沒錯 我們都是 （沒錯 我們都是）
せかい ひとつ はな
世界 に 一 つだけの花
世界 唯一 的花 （世界上唯一僅有的花）
ひとりひとり ちがう たね もつ
一人 一人 違 う 種 を 持つ
每個人 不同的 種子 持有 （每個人擁有不一樣的種子）
はな さかせる
その花 を 咲かせること だけに
那朵花 開啥咪？？？ 盡可能 （只要全力以赴讓那朵花綻放就好）
いっしょうけんめい
一 生 懸 命 に なれば いい
拼命的 啥？？ 好
こまった わらい
困 ったように 笑 いながら
為難的樣子 笑 ？？ （有個人猶豫不決 不知如何是好的笑著）
まよってる ひと
ずっと迷 ってる 人 が いる
很 猶豫不決 人 嗯？
がんばって さいた はな
頑 張って 咲いた 花 は どれも
努力 綻放的 花 每個都 （因為努力綻放的花朵 朵朵美麗令人難以取捨）
しかた
きれい だから 仕方 ないね
美麗 所以 方法 啥咪？
みせ でて
やっと 店 から 出てきた
總算 店 從 出來 （好不容易她從店裡走了出來）
ひと かかえ
その人 が 抱 えていた
那 人 抱 ？？？ （看著她手裡抱著）
いろ はなたば
色 とりどりの 花 束 と
顏色 各式各樣的 花束 和 （色彩繽紛的花朵）
よこがお
うれしそうな 横 顔
高興 的樣子 側 臉 （以及開心的側臉）
なまえ しらなかった
名前 も 知らなかった けれど
名字 也 不知道 雖然 （雖不知她的名字）
ひ ぼく えがお
あの日 僕 に 笑顔 を くれた
那 天 我 笑容 啥咪？ （但是那天她給我的笑容）
だれ き ばしょ
誰 も 気づかない ような 場所 で
誰 也 沒發覺的 好像 地方 （有如在誰都不曾發覺的地方綻放的花朵一般）
さいてた はな
咲いてた 花 の ように
盛開 花 好像？
ぼく
そうさ 僕 らは
沒錯 我們都是 （沒錯 我們都是）
せかい ひとつ はな
世界 に 一 つだけの花
世界 唯一 的花 （世界上唯一僅有的花）
ひとりひとり ちがう たね もつ
一人 一人 違 う 種 を 持つ
每個人 不同的 種子 持有 （每個人擁有不一樣的種子）
はな さかせる
その花 を 咲かせること だけに
那朵花 開啥咪？？？ 盡可能 （只要全力以赴 讓那朵花綻放就好）
いっしょうけんめい
一 生 懸 命 に なれば いい
拼命的 啥？？ 好
ちいさい はな おおきな はな
小 さい 花 や 大 きな 花
小 花 大 花 （無論是大花小花）
ひとつ おなじ
一 つ として 同 じ ものは ない から
一個 沒有 相同 東西 沒有 因為 （因為都不是相同之物）
NO.1に ならなく てもいい
NO.1 無法成為 也 好 （無法成為 NO.1 也好）
とくべつ
もともと 特 別 な Only one
原本就是 特別 的 Only one （原本就是最特別的 Only one）
星期三, 10月 20, 2004
Swedish 教室
這學期, 我又當 OS 助教, 班上有個瑞典同學, 我就趁機跟他學了點瑞典文, 記下來免得忘記
Hej /hei/ = hello
Hej då /dwo/= goodbye
Tack /tak/ = thank you
God /gud/ = good
Dag /dOg/ = day
Natt /nAt/ = night
God dag = good day
God natt = good night
notation:
O = 倒 c
A = 倒 v
Hej /hei/ = hello
Hej då /dwo/= goodbye
Tack /tak/ = thank you
God /gud/ = good
Dag /dOg/ = day
Natt /nAt/ = night
God dag = good day
God natt = good night
notation:
O = 倒 c
A = 倒 v
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