He is, for me: sigh, prayer, joyousness.

对我来说，他就是叹息，祈祷和欢乐。

There was something in the clear, pine-scented air of that winter morning that seemed to bring him back to his joyousness and his ardour for life.

冬日早晨的空气非常清澈，含有松树的芬芳，使他重又高兴起来，恢复了对生活的热情。

For weeks he would not go there, would forget the hideous painted thing, and get back his light heart, his wonderful joyousness, his passionate absorption in mere existence.

他会几个星期不上那儿去，也会忘了这幅丑恶的画像，并且恢复了轻松的心情、非凡的愉快和对生活的狂热专注。