There is a pendent lamp.头顶上是一盏吊灯.Each pendent twig and leafy festoon was in a blaze.每根悬挂着的细枝和每一串树叶都在燃烧.Shadows of the pendent lamps flickered on the wall.吊灯的阴影在墙上摇曳....
I see him chafe and fret at every pore.我看见他非常暴躁.As she spoke we could see that she was in a fret.她讲话时,我们看得出她很烦躁.He could rest only when he was too drained of energy to fret further.只有当他精疲力竭无力再操心时他才能得以休息。...