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英語

off shade

タガログ語

off shade

最終更新: 2020-05-22
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英語

lamp shade

タガログ語

ilawan lilim

最終更新: 2015-10-05
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英語

Shade tree

タガログ語

Talisay

最終更新: 2015-05-08
使用頻度: 11
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英語

Throw shade

タガログ語

Pinapatamaan

最終更新: 2019-02-21
使用頻度: 2
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英語

Throw shade

タガログ語

Pinatatamaan

最終更新: 2019-02-21
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英語

good nite

タガログ語

Baka bumalik na ako mamaya

最終更新: 2020-05-14
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英語

synonym for shade

タガログ語

kasingkahulugan ng lilim

最終更新: 2015-07-15
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英語

malabar night shade

タガログ語

alugbati

最終更新: 2016-04-21
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英語

malabar night shade

タガログ語

Malabar night shade

最終更新: 2015-10-13
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英語

to take the shade from

タガログ語

makikisilong

最終更新: 2013-02-24
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英語

Let's take a rest in the shade.

タガログ語

Magpahinga tayo sa maaninong lugar.

最終更新: 2014-02-01
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英語

They sat in the shade of that big tree.

タガログ語

Umupo sila sa lilim ng malaking punong iyon.

最終更新: 2014-02-01
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英語

give food and water to those of the shade

タガログ語

bigyan ng pagkain at tubig ang mga nasalanta ng bagyo

最終更新: 2020-03-10
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英語

I’m throwin' shade like it’s sunny.

タガログ語

Ako ay lilim ng throwin na parang maaraw

最終更新: 2020-06-01
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英語

ano sa tagalog ang nite

タガログ語

ano ang tagalog ang nite

最終更新: 2020-04-09
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英語

used in drawing for depicting levels of darkness of paper by applying media more densely or with a darker shade for darker areas.

タガログ語

ginamit sa pagguhit para sa paglalarawan ng mga antas ng kadiliman ng papel sa pamamagitan ng paglalapat ng media nang mas makapal o may mas madidilim na lilim para sa mas madidilim na lugar.

最終更新: 2020-07-01
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英語

alice in wonderland tagalog veOnce upon a time . . . there lived a woman who had no children. She dreamed of having a little girl, but time went by, and her dream never came true. She then went to visit a witch, who gave her a magic grain of barley. She planted it in a flower pot. And the very next day, the grain had turned into a lovely flower, rather like a tulip. The woman softly kissed its half-shut petals. And as though by magic, the flower opened in full blossom. Inside sat a tiny girl, no bigger than a thumb. The woman called her Thumbelina. For a bed she had a walnut shell, violet petals for her mattress and a rose petal blanket. In the daytime, she played in a tulip petal boat, floating on a plate of water. Using two horse hairs as oars, Thumbelina sailed around her little lake, singing and singing in a gentle sweet voice. Then one night, as she lay fast asleep in her walnut shell, a large frog hopped through a hole in the window pane. As she gazed down at Thumbelina, she said to herself: "How pretty she is! She'd make the perfect bride for my own dear son!" She picked up Thumbelina, walnut shell and all, and hopped into the garden. Nobody saw her go.Back at the pond, her fat ugly son, who always did as mother told him, was pleased with her choice. But mother frog was afraid that her pretty prisoner might run away. So she carried Thumbellna out to a water lily leaf ln the middle of the pond. "She can never escape us now," said the frog to her son. "And we have plenty of time to prepare a new home for you and your bride." Thumbelina was left all alone. She felt so desperate. She knew she would never be able to escape the fate that awaited her with the two horrid fat frogs. All she could do was cry her eyes out. However, one or two minnows who had been enjoying the shade below the water lily leaf, had overheard the two frogs talking, and the little girl's bitter sobs. They decided to do something about it. So they nibbled away at the lily stem till it broke and drifted away in the weak current. A dancing butterfly had an idea: "Throw me the end of your belt! I'll help you to move a little faster!" Thumbelina gratefully did so, and the leaf soon floated away from the frog pond. But other dangers lay ahead. A large beetle snatched Thumbelina with his strong feet and took her away to his home at the top of a leafy tree. "Isn't she pretty?" he said to his friends. But they pointed out that she was far too different. So the beetle took her down the tree and set her free. It was summertime, and Thumbelina wandered all by herself amongst the flowers and through the long grass. She had pollen for her meals and drank the dew. Then the rainy season came, bringing nastyweather. The poor child found it hard to find food and shelter. When winter set in, she suffered from the cold and felt terrible pangs of hunger. One day, as Thumbelina roamed helplessly over the bare meadows, she met a large spider who promised to help her. He took her to a hollow tree and guarded the door with a stout web. Then he brought her some dried chestnuts and called his friends to come and admire her beauty. But just like the beetles, all the other spiders persuaded Thumbelina's rescuer to let her go. Crying her heart out, and quite certain that nobody wanted her because she was ugly, Thumbelina left the spider's house. As she wandered, shivering with the cold, suddenly she came across a solid little cottage, made of twigs and dead leaves. Hopefully, she knocked on the door. It was opened by a field mouse. "What are you doing outside in this weather?" he asked. "Come in and warm yourself." Comfortable and cozy, the field mouse's home was stocked with food. For her keep, Thumbelina did the housework and told the mouse stories. One day, the field mouse said a friend was coming to visit them. "He's a very rich mole, and has a lovely house. He wears a splendid black fur coat, but he's dreadfully shortsighted. He needs company and he'd like to marry you!" Thumbelina did not relish the idea. However, when the mole came, she sang sweetly to him and he fell head over heels in love. The mole invited Thumbelina and the field mouse to visit him, but . . . to their surprise and horror, they came upon a swallow in the tunnel. It looked dead. Mole nudged it wi his foot, saying: "That'll teach her! She should have come underground instead of darting about the sky all summer!" Thumbelina was so shocked by such cruel words that later, she crept back unseen to the tunnel. And every day, the little girl went to nurse the swallow and tenderly give it food. In the meantime, the swallow told Thumbelina its tale. Jagged by a thorn, it had been unable to follow its companions to a warmer climate. "It's kind of you to nurse me," it told Thumbelina. But, in spring, the swallow flew away, after offering to take the little girl with it. All summer, Thumbelina did her best to avoid marrying the mole. The little girl thought fearfully of how she'd have to live underground forever. On the eve of her wedding, she asked to spend a day in the open air. As she gently fingered a flower, she heard a familiar song: "Winter's on its way and I'll be off to warmer lands. Come with me!" Thumbelina quickly clung to her swallow friend, and the bird soared into the sky. They flew over plains and hills till they reached a country of flowers. The swallow gently laid Thumbelina in a blossom. There she met a tiny, white-winged fairy: the King of the Flower Fairies. Instantly, he asked her to marry him. Thumbelina eagerly said "yes", and sprouting tiny white wings, she became the Flower Queen!rsion

タガログ語

alice in wonderland tagalog story

最終更新: 2020-02-09
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英語

"Hilahin ang lilim; nais kong makita," utos niya, tahimik. Sumunod si Sue. Matapos ang matinding pag-ulan at mabangis na hangin na humihip sa gabi, may nakatayo pa sa pader ng isang dahon ng ivy. Ito ang huli sa puno ng ubas. Madilim pa ang berde sa gitna. Ngunit ang mga gilid nito ay may kulay na dilaw. Matapang itong nakabitin mula sa sangay mga pitong metro sa itaas ng lupa. "Ito na ang huli," sabi ni Johnsy. "Akala ko tiyak na mahuhulog ito sa gabi. Narinig ko ang hangin. Mahuhulog ito ngayon at mamamatay ako nang sabay." "Mahal, mahal!" sabi ni Sue, isinandal ang kanyang pagod na mukha patungo sa kama. "Isipin mo ako, kung hindi mo iisipin ang iyong sarili. Ano ang gagawin ko?" Ngunit hindi sumagot si Johnsy. Kinaumagahan, nang magaan, hiniling ni Johnsy na itaas ang window shade. Nariyan pa rin ang dahon ng ivy. Matagal nang nakahiga si Johnsy, tinitingnan ito. At pagkatapos ay tumawag siya kay Sue, na naghahanda ng sopas ng manok. "Ako ay isang masamang babae," sabi ni Johnsy. "May isang bagay na ginawa sa huling dahon na manatili roon upang ipakita sa akin kung gaano ako masama. Mali ang nais na mamatay. Maaaring dalhin mo ako ng kaunting sopas ngayon." Isang oras mamaya sinabi niya: "Balang araw Inaasahan kong ipinta ang Bay of Naples." Nang maglaon, dumating ang doktor, at si Sue ay nakipag-usap sa kanya sa pasilyo. "Kahit na ang mga pagkakataon," sabi ng doktor. "Sa pamamagitan ng mabuting pag-aalaga, mananalo ka. At ngayon dapat akong makakita ng isa pang kaso na mayroon ako sa iyong gusali. Behrman, ang kanyang pangalan ay - ilang uri ng isang artista, naniniwala ako. Pneumonia, masyadong. Siya ay isang luma, mahina na tao. at ang kanyang kaso ay malubha. Walang pag-asa para sa kanya; ngunit pumupunta siya sa ospital ngayon upang luwag ang kanyang sakit. " Kinabukasan, sinabi ng doktor kay Sue: "Nanganib siya. Napanalunan mo. Nutrisyon at pangangalaga ngayon - iyon lang." Kalaunan nang araw na iyon, dumating si Sue sa kama kung saan nahiga si Johnsy, at inilagay ang isang braso sa kanya. "May sasabihin ako sa iyo, puting mouse," aniya. "Si Mister Behrman ay namatay sa pulmonya ngayon sa ospital. Nakasakit lamang siya ng dalawang araw. Natagpuan nila sa kanya ang umaga ng unang araw sa kanyang silid na wala sa silungan ng sakit.Ang kanyang sapatos at damit ay ganap na basa at malamig na malamig. Hindi nila maisip kung saan siya ay nasa tulad ng isang kakila-kilabot na gabi. At pagkatapos ay nakakita sila ng isang parol, naaaninag pa rin. At nakita nila ang isang hagdan na inilipat mula sa lugar nito. At mga suplay ng sining at isang board ng pagpipinta na may berde at dilaw na kulay na halo-halong dito. Aow, mahal, sa huling dahon ng ivy sa dingding. Hindi ka ba nagtataka kung bakit hindi ito kailanman lumipat nang humihip ang hangin? Ah, mahal, ito ay obra maestra ng Behrman - ipininta niya ito doon sa gabing nahulog ang huling dahon. "

タガログ語

Many artists lived in the Greenwich Village area of New York. Two young women named Sue and Johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. Johnsy's real name was Joanna. In November, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. This disease, pneumonia, killed many people. Johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. She looked through the small window. She could see the side of the brick house next to her building. One morning, a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature. Then he spoke with Sue in another room. "She has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "And that chance is for her to want to live. Your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?" "She -- she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples in Italy some day," said Sue. "Paint?" said the doctor. "Bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "A man?" said Sue. "Is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "I will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, I take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." After the doctor had gone, Sue went into the workroom and cried. Then she went to Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. Johnsy lay with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. She began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. Young artists must work their way to "Art" by making pictures for magazine stories. Sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside. Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "Twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. Sue looked out the window. What was there to count? There was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. An old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "What is it, dear?" asked Sue. "Six," said Johnsy, quietly. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head hurt to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now." "Five what, dear?" asked Sue. "Leaves. On the plant. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?" "Oh, I never heard of such a thing," said Sue. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine. Don't be silly. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said – he said the chances were ten to one! Try to eat some soup now. And, let me go back to my drawing, so I can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another one. No, I don't want any soup. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too." "Johnsy, dear," said Sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."

最終更新: 2020-01-11
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英語

"Hilahin ang lilim; nais kong makita," utos niya, tahimik. Sumunod si Sue. Matapos ang matinding pag-ulan at mabangis na hangin na humihip sa gabi, may nakatayo pa sa pader ng isang dahon ng ivy. Ito ang huli sa puno ng ubas. Madilim pa ang berde sa gitna. Ngunit ang mga gilid nito ay may kulay na dilaw. Matapang itong nakabitin mula sa sangay mga pitong metro sa itaas ng lupa. "Ito na ang huli," sabi ni Johnsy. "Akala ko tiyak na mahuhulog ito sa gabi. Narinig ko ang hangin. Mahuhulog ito ngayon at mamamatay ako nang sabay." "Mahal, mahal!" sabi ni Sue, isinandal ang kanyang pagod na mukha patungo sa kama. "Isipin mo ako, kung hindi mo iisipin ang iyong sarili. Ano ang gagawin ko?" Ngunit hindi sumagot si Johnsy. Kinaumagahan, nang magaan, hiniling ni Johnsy na itaas ang window shade. Nariyan pa rin ang dahon ng ivy. Matagal nang nakahiga si Johnsy, tinitingnan ito. At pagkatapos ay tumawag siya kay Sue, na naghahanda ng sopas ng manok. "Ako ay isang masamang babae," sabi ni Johnsy. "May isang bagay na ginawa sa huling dahon na manatili roon upang ipakita sa akin kung gaano ako masama. Mali ang nais na mamatay. Maaaring dalhin mo ako ng kaunting sopas ngayon." Isang oras mamaya sinabi niya: "Balang araw Inaasahan kong ipinta ang Bay of Naples." Nang maglaon, dumating ang doktor, at si Sue ay nakipag-usap sa kanya sa pasilyo. "Kahit na ang mga pagkakataon," sabi ng doktor. "Sa pamamagitan ng mabuting pag-aalaga, mananalo ka. At ngayon dapat akong makakita ng isa pang kaso na mayroon ako sa iyong gusali. Behrman, ang kanyang pangalan ay - ilang uri ng isang artista, naniniwala ako. Pneumonia, masyadong. Siya ay isang luma, mahina na tao. at ang kanyang kaso ay malubha. Walang pag-asa para sa kanya; ngunit pumupunta siya sa ospital ngayon upang luwag ang kanyang sakit. " Kinabukasan, sinabi ng doktor kay Sue: "Nanganib siya. Napanalunan mo. Nutrisyon at pangangalaga ngayon - iyon lang." Kalaunan nang araw na iyon, dumating si Sue sa kama kung saan nahiga si Johnsy, at inilagay ang isang braso sa kanya. "May sasabihin ako sa iyo, puting mouse," aniya. "Si Mister Behrman ay namatay sa pulmonya ngayon sa ospital. Nakasakit lamang siya ng dalawang araw. Natagpuan nila sa kanya ang umaga ng unang araw sa kanyang silid na wala sa silungan ng sakit.Ang kanyang sapatos at damit ay ganap na basa at malamig na malamig. Hindi nila maisip kung saan siya ay nasa tulad ng isang kakila-kilabot na gabi. At pagkatapos ay nakakita sila ng isang parol, naaaninag pa rin. At nakita nila ang isang hagdan na inilipat mula sa lugar nito. At mga suplay ng sining at isang board ng pagpipinta na may berde at dilaw na kulay na halo-halong dito. At tingnan ang window, mahal, sa huling dahon ng ivy sa dingding. Hindi ka ba nagtataka kung bakit hindi ito kailanman lumipat nang humihip ang hangin? Ah, mahal, ito ay obra maestra ng Behrman - ipininta niya ito doon sa gabing nahulog ang huling dahon. "

タガログ語

c / ang huling dahon ng o henry

最終更新: 2020-01-11
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英語

fifty shades of freed

タガログ語

limampung kulay ng kulay-abo

最終更新: 2017-12-20
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