微风吹动树叶.A breeze stirred the leaves.风吹动着树枝.The wind was moving the branches.冷飕飕的风吹动着他周边的矮树丛,沙沙声刚好盖过了吟唱的声音。The cold breeze moved through the bushes around him, whispering just loud enough to obscure the chanting....
After the fire swallowed his cottage , the old man could not but feel utterly bereft.在一场大火吞噬了他的草屋之后, 老人唯一的感觉就是他已经一无所有了.Indignation bereft him of speech.他愤怒得说不出话来.After the fire swallowed his cottage,the old man could not...