双手“叭”的一声挥动鞭子, 一行人就在头顶昏暗摇曳的路灯下蹄声得得地上路.The postilion cracked his whip, and they clattered away under the Feeble over swinging lamps.我看着摇曳的树枝,想念万物的伟大.I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all thing...
An uncultured coal - mining town; regarded him an uncultured brute.原始的采矿小镇; 把它视作粗鲁的野蛮人.However, how uncultured your knowledge structure is!可是你的知识结构怎么这样落后?How uncultured and uneducated. I wonder if he ever plans to travel...