他妈妈照旧靠着枕头躺在那里，没有血色的苍白的脸实在催人泪下。

And there she lay, as he had seen her lie so many other times, propped up on the pillows, with a thin, pale face that would make you cry to look at.

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男人，女人，孩子，没有血色的面孔和褴褴褛褛的服装，有的看管着机器，有的在大道上行乞。

Men, women, children, wan in their looks and ragged in attire, tended the engines, or begged upon the road.

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你的脸色很苍白，一点血色也没有。

Your face was whitish in colour, showing no trace of red.

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