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Machine Translation

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Machine translation is often decried, but in some contexts, it produces results fairly honest. Let's see ...

为人民服务 wei renmin fuwu
:
serve the people

To expand the site CslPod, I am offering some nice webmasters French translations of lessons. What will be their reaction? It would be wrong about China than to believe it will offend. One of the facilitators of the site immediately qualifies me for benefactor , echoing the famous motto of the Party as gossips today generating serving oneself . A second facilitator outbid by giving me the title of benefactor of humanity, due to globalization. A third, by cons, after the usual compliments, do not hesitate to propose an automatic translation obtained from a powerful multinational corporation, we will not name but who is adored by the people surfer.

original translation Bai Lide:
Han Sheng: Lin Qing, do you want a fruit juice?
Lin Qing: Yes. The yellow juice is what?
Han Sheng: The yellow is an orange juice.
Lin Qing: And the green is what?
Han Sheng: Green is a kiwi juice.
Lin Qing: And the purple, what is it?
Han Sheng: The purple is grape.
Lin Qing: I would drink grape juice.

automatic translation of the multinational ... G:
Hanson: Lin Qing, do you drink fruit juice?
Lin Qing: I drink. What is yellow?
Hanson: yellow is orange juice.
Lin Qing: Green What?
Hanson: The green kiwi juice.
Lin Qing: purple What is this?
Hanson: purple grape juice.
Lin Qing: I like to drink grape juice.

What happens to the French text after one round-trip automated Chinese
High: Lin Ah sorry, you want juice?
Long: Yes. What is the yellow juice?
High: yellow is orange juice.
Length: green and What is it?
High: Green is the juice of kiwi fruit.
Length: The purple, what happened?
High: red grapes.
Long: I'm a grape juice.

Despite some inconsistencies, you start to navigate. Automated translation continues to make progress. Will it still useful to learn foreign languages in 10 or 20 years? The smart money will they be content to study languages unnecessary ? If yes, the future promises to be exciting.

Postscript

Currencies political parties are like advertising slogans. Quality seems less obvious to customers, the more it must be followed by an onslaught.

为 wéi : wei act, as, like, become / to
人民 renmin : people
服务 fuwu : -serve

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The Loire and its waters

Photos: Renaud Bouret - June-July 2009

The Loire Wood Plant, across from Villandry

Indre in Azay-le-Rideau

The Vienna-Bouchard Island

Sully-sur-Loire

Sully-sur-Loire

Long Pubic Hair Movies

The Hairy

At the entrance Sourdun Cemetery, resting place of the brave and aptly named Hector Placide Giat, the usual stele dedicated to soldiers killed during the two world wars. You can read the name of a close relative of our great-great-grandfather. Who knows how the poor cousins Edward Giat, caught in youth, might have given us?

Every little village has dozens of victims of the Great War. Few families were untouched by the slaughter.

"To our children died for France - The town grateful," it said in Marcon, near the home of Ronsard.

Le village de La Roche-Clermault, bien connu de Rabelais possède lui aussi son poilu éternel et sa liste interminable.

Ils gisent là, ces braves garçons, au milieu d'une armée de tournesols , en attendant de sombrer dans l'oubli.

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Black Six (Stay Clean)

I had sworn not to set foot in this kind of golden evenings rotten to the core. Small hoes, lined up in their uniform trépanées blondes stir around what appears to be a band of humanoid male, wick and lacoste polo neck back in order. I wander a few minutes down in the garden. An imposing oak ab rite its long branches in a pond of black water and smooth. I uncapped a beer with my lighter and sit at the water's edge. It's night and I can barely see the house behind the trees. These guys have no taste in music is depressing evening. And yet here I am, once again, as if I find her, after all this time. I only saw her once since the opening. In this nightmare of powder and blood, when she was lost permanently, without ever having really recovered. I think I hear the distant echoes of "Damage Case". These assholes do not taste so bad after all. I get up and sends my bottle crashing I know not where.

The house is a real palace. Nobody pays attention to anyone. I found P. in discussion with a group of clones wick. I sit opposite him in a big leather chair and listen to the conversation:

"- Stop believing mess! Nobody believes more! Read, write, call, everything is going to kiss, but stop believing! C is all over now, open your eyes, believe it is not enough, we must act now. Acting ok? You know Kropotkin? BLS Know? Holy shit, you know not Lemmy?

A clones laughs followed quickly by the rest of the group. I think they do not care a bit out of his mouth. I also think it makes account and he plays it. I see a tall brunette making her choice from a stack of discs spread on the coffee table. I agree, lights a cigarette, offers him - she refuses - and catches a best of Black Sabbath. I'm tired all alone in discovering DragonForce Sonic Firestorm inside. What a night of crap. The big brown bears his choice on what appears to be a compilation house. I climb upstairs.

A couple fuck in a room. I think it is the bathroom. In the hallway, a huge bibliohèque lining the walls on each side. All structures are aligned with the galaxy, in alphabetical order. I seized complete works of Lautreamont and plans to fly it a few seconds.

Descending, I passed P.

"- I'll get my bag, I got fired by S.

- Why?

- Apparently I fart a dish or plate out the window.

- Ok, I've found you front. "


I go through the kitchen, gets a pack of beer and picking up a cigarette packet lying around on the bar. Before leaving I plug the speakers to a macbook put on the coffee table and starts the last album Booba. I pass the gate the smile, Double Pony resonates in the street. It
galley bus night, cigarette / beer / cigarette / beer / cigarette / beer and a good night to finish Blier.

I go to bed, and the banter of Dewaere Depardieu still ricochets into the air.

How Long Do You Drain An Abcess

North

north Kita e

peach blooms etc Port nobody is traveling to the town of
will be no peace You broke up with empty
Muna are embracing it with
they me I tomorrow is tomorrow also flow north which is a

Na monai minato ni momo no hana wa sakedo
Tabi no machi ni wa yasuragi wa naisa
Omae to wakareta munashisa daite
Ore wa asu mo mata kita e nagareru.

In an unknown port, peach trees bloomed
But in the passenger area, a spirit does not find peace.
Since I left you, my arms are shaking more than the vacuum.
And tomorrow, I take back my wandering northward.

The memory of your kindness floats on the surface of my glass.
The boat horns echoing in the distance. Where are these nights together? My
coldness, you know, was hiding a great love for you.
And your sweet smile in my heart still throbs.

The man turned his gaze to the night sky.
In lighting a cigarette, he thinks of his country.
He buries his injuries on the beach in winter.
Farewell my dream, I take back my wandering northward.

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