拙译《杀死一只知更鸟》230309

I looked from his hands to his sand-stained khaki pants; my eyes traveled up his thin frame to his torn denim shirt. His face was as white as his hands, but for a shadow on his jutting chin. His cheeks were thin to hollowness; his mouth was wide; there were shallow, almost delicate indentations at his temples, and his gray eyes were so colorless that I thought he was blind. His hair was dead and thin, almost feathery on top of his head. 我从他的手一路观察到他那拖泥裹沙的卡其布裤子，我的目光从他瘦弱的骨架游走到他那破洞的牛仔衬衣。他的脸同他的手一样白，除了他前突的下巴有层暗影；他的面颊消瘦到成了两个凹窝，嘴巴很宽大，太阳穴那儿还有浅浅的、几乎无法察觉的凹陷，灰色的眼睛几乎不带颜色搞得我还以为他失明了，而他那稀疏的头发一片荒芜就跟羽毛一样覆盖在他头顶。