The glow of a funeral pyre slowly dies by the silent river.火葬灰中的红光在沉静的河边慢慢地熄灭下去.The widow leapt into the funeral pyre.这个寡妇跳进火葬柴堆.All the world's a pyre!整个世界变成了火葬的柴堆!...
在昨日星辰客栈，我总有种宾至如归的感觉。I always feel at home at Ye Olde Starre Inn.“行！”客栈老板娘挺直身子愤然说道。"Well!", said the innkeeper, drawing herself up indignantly.她在客栈前的水泵旁洗了洗脸。She washed her face at the pump in front of the inn....