晚上对着孤灯我陷入不可名状的思念之中。

I caught indescribable night against solitary thoughts into.

地雷已给成千上万无辜的人带来了不可名状的苦难。

Landmines have caused untold misery to thousands of innocent people.

刹那之间又是那个不可名状的黑影，一闪而过，那究竟是个什么影子呢？

What was the nameless shadow which again in that one instant had passed ?

一个平常的日子，打开抽屉，翻看自己以前的照片和文章，有种不可名状的情愫。

On a normal day, open the drawer, look at their photos and articles before, in one indescribable sincerity.

我们在青春年少时带着悲喜交集的心情，十分强烈而不可名状地感受到人生的奇特辛酸、不 可思议的经历。其实质是什么呢？

And what is the essence of that strange and bitter miracle of life which we feel so poignant , so unutterable, with such a bitter pain and joy, when we are young?