Then I saw Adonis, his gold curls tinged bronze by the October sun, approaching in a halo of leaves across the field. It really was Adonis, the Greek hairdresser from Needham St., and not the god.
这时,我看见了爱多尼斯,他一卷金黄的头发,古铜色的皮肤,在十月的太阳底下显得着实有力,他神采飞扬地带球冲刺,没错,就是他了,来自Needham大街的希腊小伙,不是什么天神。
Then I saw Adonis, his gold curls tinged bronze by the October sun, approaching in a halo of leaves across the field. It really was Adonis, the Greek hairdresser from Needham St. , and not the god.
这时,我看见了爱多尼斯,他一卷金黄的头发,古铜色的皮肤,在十月的太阳底下显得着实有力,他神采飞扬地带球冲刺,没错,就是他了,来自Needham大街的希腊小伙,不是什么天神。
And meanwhile in the park Sun Yat-sen, 'the father of the nation', one time in bronze another pose in stone, looking straight forward to all the fuzz.
石雕的、青铜的孙逸仙(也就是“国父”)正坐在公园四处,恬淡地看著这一切。
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