我还隐隐约约听到了他的呼吸声,声音是粗浊有力的,显得有点短促,让人不放心,期间总夹着一些杂音和压抑着的叹息。
I also vaguely heard his breathing sound, which was thick and powerful, a little short and uneasy. There were always some murmurs and suppressed sighs.
我看着他的背影,他手捏一柄钢叉,在地里来回摆动,去干那些偷吃葵花籽的老鼠,保护着他那辛勤劳作的葵花。
I looked at his back. He held a steel fork and swung it back and forth in the field to dry the mice that ate sunflower seeds and protect his hard-working sunflower.
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