使我吃惊的是，当我写完了最后一个痛苦的、无法回答的问题，准备把钢笔放在一边的时候，我的手好像被一种看不见的力量拉住，悬在纸上不动了。

To my surprise, as I scribbled out the last of my bitter, unanswerable questions and prepared to toss my pen aside, my hand remained poised over the paper, as if held there by some invisible force.

youdao

我的钢笔不见了。

My pen is gone.

youdao

我的钢笔刚刚还在桌子上呢。怎么转眼就不见了，可是是谁拿去了呢？

My pen was on the desk a minute ago, and now it has disappeared. Who could have taken it?

youdao