Please translate into Chinese, urgent need

Think I'm a killjoy, but when New Year's rolls around, I explain it's the right time to pick up a golf ball. It's not like I don't like it when I'm throwing firecrackers or making envelopes filled with cash. . There is a perverse tremor/feeling - a correction curtain placed in front of a cathode ray tube for measurement reasons - with every joint practice.

My main complaint has to do with the boiling lump of human nature. Not even My own living room was protected against the masses of second-hand smoke, noise and waves. The fairway represented the only shelter I knew.

So it was that I found myself striding down my recent course The 14th hole, a 418 yard par 4 with right and green-side fuel bank trees and barely in sight of a mass-controlled Army Air Force general. Peace and quiet ended up being mine. That was until the little box started Screaming.

Obviously the notices warning sportsmen to "Beware of snakes" are no joke when mythical beasts before us were given substance. Anyone unfortunate enough to hear a girl's bark would conclude" "Snake" with huge fangs and an ability to be anaconda fly and not be the case with the 12-inch tiddler who was doing nothing all over the grass.

But someone did hear the scream and form the same The impression, for a knight in shining armor and an "Army and Air Force" bonnet was now about to appear on his head. Imploring him for increasingly awesome feats of speed on his electric two-wheeled single-seater Carriage, he changed direction on the course and claimed the scene of terror in the strange twists and turns of an attack.

Left to the lesson of the incompetence of senior Army and Air Force officers, it was he who particularly Bravely decided to save us by running over people.

What steely nerves he had when the snake disappeared under his wheel belt, remaining cool, only to emerge actually unhurt! How few would think would arise to cure this impotency by rolling it over again, this time using the opposite! And how many then women's former rescuers and children would have the courage to resign and agree to half-snake the snake in close combat Flatten!

With the wooden heel of the hand, the Army and Air Force officer beat the beast beautifully to its tail, the cramp no more and the little box scream could be alleviated. By being tight Holding the dried corpse, the Army and Air Force officer formed a pincer with his thumb and forefinger and before reloading his buggy, lowered the remainder into a bag before we could blink and disappear within distance.

The little box swooned, and I mourned my latest failure to protect some New Year's postponement. Judging by the twinkle in the Army and Air Force senior officer's eyes (and his Cantonese draw), I began to suspect his victimization One will probably spend 2007 making slow-fermented jars of homemade snake wine.

And therefore, my resolution for next New Year was conceived. I promise to spend the time being drunk on her The Blind Man of the Week (Snake Wine). Not only will my pleas for crowds, firecrackers and "good luck money" be forgettable, I might also have the comfort of knowing that my reptilian friends were in vain.