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TeacherGwen 我们一起神翻译|6.21

2022-06-21 06:25 作者:青城修士陳曜一  | 我要投稿

People liked to hear him talk, and I loved the evenings when guests visited. We would sit on the floor around a long plastic sheet which my mother laid with food, and eat with our right hand as is our custom, balling together rice and meat. As darkness fell we sat by the light of oil lamps, batting away the flies as our silhouettes made dancing shadows on the walls. In the summer months there would often be thunder and lightning crashing outside and I would crawl closer to my father’s knee.

人们喜欢听他讲话,而我喜欢有客人到访的夜晚。我们会围着一个长长的塑料板坐在地上,母亲在板子上放着食物,用右手吃饭是我们的传统,把米饭和肉揉成一团。当夜幕降临,我们坐在煤油灯旁。我们驱赶苍蝇,而我们的轮廓在墙上形成舞动的影子。在夏季的月份,屋外经常猛地电闪雷鸣,而我会爬向父亲的膝盖。

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