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.

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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.

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