The sky was as black as the walls of Harrenhal behind them, and the rain fell soft and steady,
muffling1 the sound of their horses’ hooves and running down their faces. They rode north, away from the lake, following a rutted farm road across the torn fields and into the woods and streams. Arya took the lead, kicking her stolen horse to a brisk heedless
trot2 until the trees closed in around her. Hot Pie and Gendry followed as best they could. Wolves howled off in the distance, and she could hear Hot Pie’s heavy breathing. No one
spoke3. From time to time Arya glanced over her shoulder, to make sure the two boys had not fallen too far behind, and to see if they were being pursued. They would be, she knew. She had stolen three horses from the stables and a map and a
dagger4 from Roose Bolton’s own solar, and killed a guard on the postern gate,
slitting5 his throat when he knelt to pick up the worn iron coin that Jaqen H’ghar had given her. Someone would find him lying dead in his own blood, and then the
hue6 and cry would go up. They would wake Lord Bolton and search Harrenhal from crenel to cellar, and when they did they would find the map and the dagger missing, along with some swords from the
armory7, bread and cheese from the kitchens, a
baker8 boy, a ‘prentice smith, and a cupbearer called Nan... or Weasel, or Arry, depending on who you asked. The Lord of the Dreadfort would not come after them himself. Roose Bolton would stay abed, his pasty flesh dotted with
leeches9, giving commands in his whispery soft voice. His man Walton might lead the hunt, the one they called Steelshanks for the greaves he always wore on his long legs. Or perhaps it would be slobbery Vargo Hoat and his sellswords, who named themselves the Brave Companions. Others called them
Bloody10 Mummers (though never to their faces), and sometimes the Footmen, for Lord Vargo’s habit of cutting off the hands and feet of men who
displeased11 him. If they catch us, he’ll cut off our hands and feet, Arya thought, and then Roose Bolton will peel the skin off us. She was still dressed in her page’s
garb12, and on the breast over her heart was sewn Lord Bolton’s sigil, the
flayed13 man of the Dreadfort. Every time she looked back, she half expected to see a blaze of torches pouring out the distant gates of Harrenhal or rushing along the tops of its huge high walls, but there was nothing. Harrenhal slept on, until it was lost in darkness and hidden behind the trees. When they crossed the first stream, Arya turned her horse aside and led them off the road, following the twisting course of the water for a quarter-mile before finally
scrambling14 out and up a
stony15 bank. If the hunters brought dogs, that might throw them off the
scent16, she hoped. They could not stay on the road. There is death on the road, she told herself, death on all the roads. Gendry and Hot Pie did not question her choice. She had the map, after all, and Hot Pie seemed almost as terrified of her as of the men who might be coming after them. He had seen the guard she’d killed. It’s better if he’s scared of me, she told herself. That way he’ll do like I say, instead of something stupid. She should be more frightened herself, she knew. She was only ten, a skinny girl on a stolen horse with a dark forest ahead of her and men behind who would gladly cut off her feet. Yet somehow she felt calmer than she ever had in Harrenhal. The rain had washed the guard’s blood off her fingers, she wore a sword across her back, wolves were prowling through the dark like lean grey shadows, and Arya
Stark17 was unafraid. Fear cuts deeper than swords, she whispered under her breath, the words that Syrio Forel had taught her, and Jaqen’s words too, valar morghulis. The rain stopped and started again and stopped once more and started, but they had good cloaks to keep the water off. Arya kept them moving at a slow steady pace. It was too black beneath the trees to ride any faster; the boys were no horsemen, neither one, and the soft broken ground was
treacherous18 with half-buried roots and hidden stones. They crossed another road, its deep ruts filled with runoff, but Arya
shunned19 it. Up and down the rolling hills she took them, through brambles and briars and
tangles20 of underbrush, along the bottoms of narrow gullies where branches heavy with wet leaves slapped at their faces as they passed. Gendry’s
mare21 lost her footing in the mud once, going down hard on her hindquarters and spilling him from the saddle, but neither horse nor rider was hurt, and Gendry got that stubborn look on his face and mounted right up again. Not long after, they came upon three wolves
devouring22 the
corpse23 of a
fawn24. When Hot Pie’s horse caught the scent, he shied and bolted. Two of the wolves fled as well, but the third raised his head and bared his teeth, prepared to defend his kill. “Back off,” Arya told Gendry. “Slow, so you don’t spook him.” They edged their mounts away, until the wolf and his feast were no longer in sight. Only then did she swing about to ride after Hot Pie, who was clinging
desperately25 to the saddle as he crashed through the trees. Later they passed through a burned village, threading their way carefully between the shells of blackened hovels and past the bones of a dozen dead men hanging from a row of apple trees. When Hot Pie saw them he began to pray, a thin whispered plea for the Mother’s mercy, repeated over and over. Arya looked up at the fleshless dead in their wet rotting clothes and said her own prayer. Ser Gregor, it went, Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei. She ended it with valar morghulis, touched Jaqen’s coin where it nestled under her belt, and then reached up and plucked an apple from among the dead men as she rode beneath them. It was mushy and overripe, but she ate it worms and all. That was the day without a dawn. Slowly the sky lightened around them, but they never saw the sun. Black turned to grey, and colors crept timidly back into the world. The soldier pines were dressed in
somber26 greens, the broadleafs in russets and faded golds already beginning to brown. They stopped long enough to water the horses and eat a cold, quick breakfast, ripping apart a loaf of the bread that Hot Pie had stolen from the kitchens and passing
chunks27 of hard yellow cheese from hand to hand. “Do you know where we’re going?” Gendry asked her. “North,” said Arya. Hot Pie peered around uncertainly. “Which way is north?” She used her cheese to point. “That way.” “But there’s no sun. How do you know?” “From the
moss28. See how it grows mostly on one side of the trees? That’s south.” “What do we want with the north?” Gendry wanted to know. “The Trident.” Arya unrolled the stolen map to show them. “See? Once we reach the Trident, all we need to do is follow it upstream till we come to Riverrun, here.” Her finger traced the path. “It’s a long way, but we can’t get lost so long as we keep to the river.” Hot Pie blinked at the map. “Which one is Riverrun?” Riverrun was painted as a castle tower, in the fork between the flowing blue lines of two rivers, the Tumblestone and the Red Fork. “There.” She touched it. “Riverrun, it reads.” “You can read writing?” he said to her, wonderingly, as if she’d said she could walk on water. She nodded. “We’ll be safe once we reach Riverrun.” “We will? Why?” Because Riverrun is my grandfather’s castle, and my brother Robb will be there, she wanted to say. She bit her lip and rolled up the map. “We just will. But only if we get there.” She was the first one back in the saddle. It made her feel bad to hide the truth from Hot Pie, but she did not trust him with her secret. Gendry knew, but that was different. Gendry had his own secret, though even he didn’t seem to know what it was. That day Arya quickened their pace, keeping the horses to a trot as long as she dared, and sometimes spurring to a
gallop29 when she spied a flat stretch of field before them. That was seldom enough, though; the ground was growing hillier as they went. The hills were not high, nor especially steep, but there seemed to be no end of them, and they soon grew tired of climbing up one and down the other, and found themselves following the lay of the land, along streambeds and through a
maze30 of shallow wooded valleys where the trees made a solid
canopy31 overhead. From time to time she sent Hot Pie and Gendry on while she doubled back to try to confuse their trail, listening all the while for the first sign of pursuit. Too slow, she thought to herself, chewing her lip, we’re going too slow, they’ll catch us for certain. Once, from the
crest32 of a
ridge33, she spied dark shapes crossing a stream in the valley behind them, and for half a heartbeat she feared that Roose Bolton’s riders were on them, but when she looked again she realized they were only a pack of wolves. She cupped her hands around her mouth and howled down at them, “Ahooooooooo, ahooooooooo.” When the largest of the wolves lifted its head and howled back, the sound made Arya shiver. By midday Hot Pie had begun to complain. His arse was sore, he told them, and the saddle was rubbing him raw inside his legs, and besides he had to get some sleep. “I’m so tired I’m going to fall off the horse.” Arya looked at Gendry. “If he falls off, who do you think will find him first, the wolves or the Mummers?” “The wolves,” said Gendry. “Better noses.” Hot Pie opened his mouth and closed it. He did not fall off his horse. The rain began again a short time later. They still had not seen so much as a glimpse of the sun. It was growing colder, and pale white mists were threading between the pines and blowing across the bare burned fields. Gendry was having almost as bad a time of it as Hot Pie, though he was too stubborn to complain. He sat awkwardly in the saddle, a
determined34 look on his face beneath his shaggy black hair, but Arya could tell he was no horseman. I should have remembered, she thought to herself. She had been riding as long as she could remember,
ponies35 when she was little and later horses, but Gendry and Hot Pie were city-born, and in the city smallfolk walked. Yoren had given them mounts when he took them from King’s Landing, but sitting on a donkey and
plodding36 up the kingsroad behind a
wagon37 was one thing. Guiding a hunting horse through wild woods and burned fields was something else. She would make much better time on her own, Arya knew, but she could not leave them. They were her pack, her friends, the only living friends that remained to her, and if not for her they would still be safe at Harrenhal, Gendry sweating at his forge and Hot Pie in the kitchens. If the Mummers catch us, I’ll tell them that I’m Ned Stark’s daughter and sister to the King in the North. I’ll command them to take me to my brother, and to do no harm to Hot Pie and Gendry. They might not believe her, though, and even if they did... Lord Bolton was her brother’s bannerman, but he frightened her all the same. I won’t let them take us, she
vowed38 silently, reaching back over her shoulder to touch the hilt of the sword that Gendry had stolen for her. I won’t. Late that afternoon, they emerged from beneath the trees and found themselves on the banks of a river. Hot Pie gave a
whoop39 of delight. “The Trident! Now all we have to do is go upstream, like you said. We’re almost there!” Arya chewed her lip. “I don’t think this is the Trident.” The river was
swollen40 by the rain, but even so it couldn’t be much more than thirty feet across. She remembered the Trident as being much wider. “It’s too little to be the Trident,” she told them, “and we didn’t come far enough.” “Yes we did,” Hot Pie insisted. “We rode all day, and hardly stopped at all. We must have come a long way.” “Let’s have a look at that map again,” said Gendry. Arya dismounted, took out the map, unrolled it. The rain pattered against the sheepskin and ran off in
rivulets41. “We’re someplace here, I think,” she said, pointing, as the boys peered over her shoulders. “But,” said Hot Pie, “that’s hardly any ways at all. See, Harrenhal’s there by your finger, you’re almost
touching42 it. And we rode all day!” “There’s miles and miles before we reach the Trident,” she said. “We won’t be there for days. This must be some different river, one of these, see.” She showed him some of the thinner blue lines the mapmaker had painted in, each with a name painted in flne script beneath it. “The Darry, the Greenapple, the
Maiden43... here, this one, the Little
Willow44, it might be that.” Hot Pie looked from the line to the river. “It doesn’t look so little to me.” Gendry was frowning as well. “The one you’re pointing at runs into that other one, see.” “The Big Willow,” she read. “The Big Willow, then. See, and the Big Willow runs into the Trident, so we could follow the one to the other, but we’d need to go downstream, not up. Only if this river isn’t the Little Willow, if it’s this other one here...” “Rippledown Rill,” Arya read. “See, it loops around and flows down toward the lake, back to Harrenhal.” He traced the line with a finger. Hot Pie’s eyes grew wide. “No! They’ll kill us for sure.” “We have to know which river this is,” declared Gendry, in his stubbornest voice. “We have to know.” “Well, we don’t.” The map might have names written beside the blue lines, but no one had written a name on the riverbank. “We won’t go up or downstream,” she
decided45, rolling up the map. “We’ll cross and keep going north, like we were.” “Can horses swim?” asked Hot Pie. “It looks deep, Arry. What if there are snakes?” “Are you sure we’re going north?” asked Gendry. “All these hills... if we got turned around...” “The moss on the trees - He
pointed46 to a nearby tree. “That tree’s got moss on three sides, and that next one has no moss at all. We could be lost, just riding around in a circle.” “We could be,” said Arya, “but I’m going to cross the river anyway. You can come or you can stay here.” She climbed back into the saddle, ignoring the both of them. If they didn’t want to follow, they could find Riverrun on their own, though more likely the Mummers would just find them. She had to ride a good half mile along the bank before she finally found a place where it looked as though it might be safe to cross, and even then her mare was reluctant to enter the water. The river, whatever its name, was running brown and fast, and the deep part in the middle came up past the horse’s
belly47. Water filled her boots, but she pressed in her heels all the same and climbed out on the far bank. From behind she heard splashing, and a mare’s nervous whinny. They followed, then. Good. She turned to watch as the boys struggled across and emerged dripping beside her. “It wasn’t the Trident,” she told them. “It wasn’t.” The next river was shallower and easier to
ford48. That one wasn’t the Trident either, and no one argued with her when she told them they would cross it. Dusk was settling as they stopped to rest the horses once more and share another meal of bread and cheese. “I’m cold and wet,” Hot Pie complained. “We’re a long way from Harrenhal now, for sure. We could have us a fire -” “NO!” Arya and Gendry both said, at the exact same instant. Hot Pie
quailed49 a little. Arya gave Gendry a sideways look. He said it with me, like Jon used to do, back in Winterfell. She missed Jon Snow the most of all her brothers. “Could we sleep at least?” Hot Pie asked. “I’m so tired, Arry, and my arse is sore. I think I’ve got
blisters50.” “You’ll have more than that if you’re caught,” she said. “We’ve got to keep going. We’ve got to.” “But it’s almost dark, and you can’t even see the moon.” “Get back on your horse.” Plodding along at a slow walking pace as the light faded around them, Arya found her own
exhaustion51 weighing heavy on her. She needed sleep as much as Hot Pie, but they dare not. If they slept, they might open their eyes to find Vargo Hoat
standing52 over them with Shagwell the Fool and Faithful Urswyck and Rorge and Biter and Septon Utt and all his other monsters. Yet after a while the motion of her horse became as
soothing53 as the rocking of a cradle, and Arya found her eyes growing heavy. She let them close, just for an instant, then snapped them wide again. I can’t go to sleep, she screamed at herself silently, I can’t, I can’t. She
knuckled54 at her eye and rubbed it hard to keep it open, clutching the
reins55 tightly and kicking her mount to a canter. But neither she nor the horse could sustain the pace, and it was only a few moments before they fell back to a walk again, and a few more until her eyes closed a second time. This time they did not open quite so quickly. When they did, she found that her horse had come to a stop and was
nibbling56 at a tuft of grass, while Gendry was shaking her arm. “You fell asleep,” he told her. “I was just resting my eyes.” “You were resting them a long while, then. Your horse was wandering in a circle, but it wasn’t till she stopped that I realized you were sleeping. Hot Pie’s just as bad, he rode into a tree limb and got knocked off, you should have heard him yell. Even that didn’t wake you up. You need to stop and sleep.” “I can keep going as long as you can.” She yawned. “Liar,” he said. “You keep going if you want to be stupid, but I’m stopping. I’ll take the first watch. You sleep.” “What about Hot Pie?” Gendry pointed. Hot Pie was already on the ground, curled up beneath his cloak on a bed of damp leaves and snoring softly. He had a big wedge of cheese in one fist, but it looked as though he had fallen asleep between bites. It was no good arguing, Arya realized; Gendry had the right of it. The Mummers will need to sleep too, she told herself, hoping it was true. She was so weary it was a struggle even to get down from the saddle, but she remembered to hobble her horse before finding a place beneath a
beech57 tree. The ground was hard and damp. She wondered how long it would be before she slept in a bed again, with hot food and a fire to warm her. The last thing she did before closing her eyes was unsheathe her sword and lay it down beside her. “Ser Gregor,” she whispered, yawning. “Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and... the Tickler... the Hound...” Her dreams were red and
savage58. The Mummers were in them, four at least, a pale Lyseni and a dark
brutal59 axeman from Ib, the scarred Dothraki horse lord called Iggo and a Dornishman whose name she never knew. On and on they came, riding through the rain in
rusting61 mail and wet leather, swords and
axe60 clanking against their saddles. They thought they were hunting her, she knew with all the strange sharp certainty of dreams, but they were wrong. She was hunting them. She was no little girl in the dream; she was a wolf, huge and powerful, and when she emerged from beneath the trees in front of them and bared her teeth in a low
rumbling62 growl63, she could smell the rank stench of fear from horse and man alike. The Lyseni’s mount reared and screamed in terror, and the others shouted at one another in mantalk, but before they could act the other wolves came hurtling from the darkness and the rain, a great pack of them, gaunt and wet and silent. The fight was short but bloody. The hairy man went down as he unslung his axe, the dark one died stringing an arrow, and the pale man from Lys tried to bolt. Her brothers and sisters ran him down, turning him again and again, coming at him from all sides, snapping at the legs of his horse and tearing the throat from the rider when he came crashing to the earth. Only the belled man stood his ground. His horse kicked in the head of one of her sisters, and he cut another almost in half with his curved silvery claw as his hair
tinkled64 softly. Filled with rage, she leapt onto his back, knocking him head-first from his saddle. Her
jaws65 locked on his arm as they fell, her teeth sinking through the leather and wool and soft flesh. When they landed she gave a savage jerk with her head and ripped the limb loose from his shoulder.
Exulting66, she shook it back and
forth67 in her mouth,
scattering68 the warm red
droplets69 amidst the cold black rain.
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muffling
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v.压抑,捂住( muffle的现在分词 );用厚厚的衣帽包着(自己) |
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- Muffler is the conventional muffling device in the noise control of compressor. 消声器是压缩机噪声控制中常用的消声装置。 来自互联网
- A ferocious face and a jet black muzzle, a muffling muzzle of long pistol. 一张狰狞的脸和他手中的乌黑枪口,那是长长的手枪销音器枪口。 来自互联网
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trot
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n.疾走,慢跑;n.老太婆;现成译本;(复数)trots:腹泻(与the 连用);v.小跑,快步走,赶紧 |
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- They passed me at a trot.他们从我身边快步走过。
- The horse broke into a brisk trot.马突然快步小跑起来。
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spoke
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n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 |
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- They sourced the spoke nuts from our company.他们的轮辐螺帽是从我们公司获得的。
- The spokes of a wheel are the bars that connect the outer ring to the centre.辐条是轮子上连接外圈与中心的条棒。
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dagger
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n.匕首,短剑,剑号 |
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- The bad news is a dagger to his heart.这条坏消息刺痛了他的心。
- The murderer thrust a dagger into her heart.凶手将匕首刺进她的心脏。
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slitting
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n.纵裂(缝)v.切开,撕开( slit的现在分词 );在…上开狭长口子 |
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- She is slitting a man's throat. 她正在割一个男人的喉咙。 来自辞典例句
- Different side of slitting direction will improve slitting edge and quality. 应用不同靠刀方向修边分条可帮助顺利排料,并获得更好的分条品质。 来自互联网
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- The diamond shone with every hue under the sun.金刚石在阳光下放出五颜六色的光芒。
- The same hue will look different in different light.同一颜色在不同的光线下看起来会有所不同。
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armory
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n.纹章,兵工厂,军械库 |
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- Nuclear weapons will play a less prominent part in NATO's armory in the future.核武器将来在北约的军械中会起较次要的作用。
- Every March the Armory Show sets up shop in New York.每年三月,军械博览会都会在纽约设置展场。
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baker
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- The baker bakes his bread in the bakery.面包师在面包房内烤面包。
- The baker frosted the cake with a mixture of sugar and whites of eggs.面包师在蛋糕上撒了一层白糖和蛋清的混合料。
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leeches
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- The usurers are leeches;they have drained us dry. 高利贷者是吸血鬼,他们吸干了我们的血汗。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- Does it run in the genes to live as leeches? 你们家是不是遗传的,都以欺压别人为生? 来自电影对白
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- He got a bloody nose in the fight.他在打斗中被打得鼻子流血。
- He is a bloody fool.他是一个十足的笨蛋。
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- The old man was displeased and darted an angry look at me. 老人不高兴了,瞪了我一眼。
- He was displeased about the whole affair. 他对整个事情感到很不高兴。
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- He wore the garb of a general.他身着将军的制服。
- Certain political,social,and legal forms reappear in seemingly different garb.一些政治、社会和法律的形式在表面不同的外衣下重复出现。
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- He was so angry he nearly flayed his horse alive. 他气得几乎把马活活抽死。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- The teacher flayed the idle students. 老师严责那些懒惰的学生。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
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scrambling
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v.快速爬行( scramble的现在分词 );攀登;争夺;(军事飞机)紧急起飞 |
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- Scrambling up her hair, she darted out of the house. 她匆忙扎起头发,冲出房去。 来自《现代英汉综合大词典》
- She is scrambling eggs. 她正在炒蛋。 来自《简明英汉词典》
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- The ground is too dry and stony.这块地太干,而且布满了石头。
- He listened to her story with a stony expression.他带着冷漠的表情听她讲经历。
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- The air was filled with the scent of lilac.空气中弥漫着丁香花的芬芳。
- The flowers give off a heady scent at night.这些花晚上散发出醉人的芳香。
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- The young man is faced with a stark choice.这位年轻人面临严峻的抉择。
- He gave a stark denial to the rumor.他对谣言加以完全的否认。
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- The surface water made the road treacherous for drivers.路面的积水对驾车者构成危险。
- The frozen snow was treacherous to walk on.在冻雪上行走有潜在危险。
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v.避开,回避,避免( shun的过去式和过去分词 ) |
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- She was shunned by her family when she remarried. 她再婚后家里人都躲着她。
- He was a shy man who shunned all publicity. 他是个怕羞的人,总是避开一切引人注目的活动。 来自《简明英汉词典》
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tangles
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(使)缠结, (使)乱作一团( tangle的第三人称单数 ) |
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- Long hair tangles easily. 长头发容易打结。
- Tangles like this still interrupted their intercourse. 像这类纠缠不清的误会仍然妨碍着他们的交情。
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n.母马,母驴 |
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- The mare has just thrown a foal in the stable.那匹母马刚刚在马厩里产下了一只小马驹。
- The mare foundered under the heavy load and collapsed in the road.那母马因负载过重而倒在路上。
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devouring
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吞没( devour的现在分词 ); 耗尽; 津津有味地看; 狼吞虎咽地吃光 |
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- The hungry boy was devouring his dinner. 那饥饿的孩子狼吞虎咽地吃饭。
- He is devouring novel after novel. 他一味贪看小说。
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corpse
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n.尸体,死尸 |
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- What she saw was just an unfeeling corpse.她见到的只是一具全无感觉的尸体。
- The corpse was preserved from decay by embalming.尸体用香料涂抹以防腐烂。
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fawn
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n.未满周岁的小鹿;v.巴结,奉承 |
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- A fawn behind the tree looked at us curiously.树后面一只小鹿好奇地看着我们。
- He said you fawn on the manager in order to get a promotion.他说你为了获得提拔,拍经理的马屁。
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desperately
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adv.极度渴望地,绝望地,孤注一掷地 |
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- He was desperately seeking a way to see her again.他正拼命想办法再见她一面。
- He longed desperately to be back at home.他非常渴望回家。
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somber
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adj.昏暗的,阴天的,阴森的,忧郁的 |
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- He had a somber expression on his face.他面容忧郁。
- His coat was a somber brown.他的衣服是暗棕色的。
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chunks
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厚厚的一块( chunk的名词复数 ); (某物)相当大的数量或部分 |
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- a tin of pineapple chunks 一罐菠萝块
- Those chunks of meat are rather large—could you chop them up a bIt'smaller? 这些肉块相当大,还能再切小一点吗?
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moss
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n.苔,藓,地衣 |
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- Moss grows on a rock.苔藓生在石头上。
- He was found asleep on a pillow of leaves and moss.有人看见他枕着树叶和苔藓睡着了。
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gallop
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v./n.(马或骑马等)飞奔;飞速发展 |
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- They are coming at a gallop towards us.他们正朝着我们飞跑过来。
- The horse slowed to a walk after its long gallop.那匹马跑了一大阵后慢下来缓步而行。
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maze
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n.迷宫,八阵图,混乱,迷惑 |
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- He found his way through the complex maze of corridors.他穿过了迷宮一样的走廊。
- She was lost in the maze for several hours.一连几小时,她的头脑处于一片糊涂状态。
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canopy
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n.天篷,遮篷 |
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- The trees formed a leafy canopy above their heads.树木在他们头顶上空形成了一个枝叶茂盛的遮篷。
- They lay down under a canopy of stars.他们躺在繁星点点的天幕下。
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crest
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n.顶点;饰章;羽冠;vt.达到顶点;vi.形成浪尖 |
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- The rooster bristled his crest.公鸡竖起了鸡冠。
- He reached the crest of the hill before dawn.他于黎明前到达山顶。
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ridge
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n.山脊;鼻梁;分水岭 |
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- We clambered up the hillside to the ridge above.我们沿着山坡费力地爬上了山脊。
- The infantry were advancing to attack the ridge.步兵部队正在向前挺进攻打山脊。
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determined
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adj.坚定的;有决心的 |
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- I have determined on going to Tibet after graduation.我已决定毕业后去西藏。
- He determined to view the rooms behind the office.他决定查看一下办公室后面的房间。
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ponies
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矮种马,小型马( pony的名词复数 ); £25 25 英镑 |
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- They drove the ponies into a corral. 他们把矮种马赶进了畜栏。
- She has a mania for ponies. 她特别喜欢小马。
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plodding
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a.proceeding in a slow or dull way |
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- They're still plodding along with their investigation. 他们仍然在不厌其烦地进行调查。
- He is plodding on with negotiations. 他正缓慢艰难地进行着谈判。
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wagon
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n.四轮马车,手推车,面包车;无盖运货列车 |
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- We have to fork the hay into the wagon.我们得把干草用叉子挑进马车里去。
- The muddy road bemired the wagon.马车陷入了泥泞的道路。
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vowed
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起誓,发誓(vow的过去式与过去分词形式) |
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- He vowed quite solemnly that he would carry out his promise. 他非常庄严地发誓要实现他的诺言。
- I vowed to do more of the cooking myself. 我发誓自己要多动手做饭。
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whoop
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n.大叫,呐喊,喘息声;v.叫喊,喘息 |
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- He gave a whoop of joy when he saw his new bicycle.他看到自己的新自行车时,高兴得叫了起来。
- Everybody is planning to whoop it up this weekend.大家都打算在这个周末好好欢闹一番。
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swollen
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adj.肿大的,水涨的;v.使变大,肿胀 |
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- Her legs had got swollen from standing up all day.因为整天站着,她的双腿已经肿了。
- A mosquito had bitten her and her arm had swollen up.蚊子叮了她,她的手臂肿起来了。
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rivulets
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n.小河,小溪( rivulet的名词复数 ) |
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- Rivulets of water ran in through the leaks. 小股的水流通过漏洞流进来。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- Rivulets of sweat streamed down his cheeks. 津津汗水顺着他的两颊流下。 来自辞典例句
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touching
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adj.动人的,使人感伤的 |
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- It was a touching sight.这是一幅动人的景象。
- His letter was touching.他的信很感人。
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maiden
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n.少女,处女;adj.未婚的,纯洁的,无经验的 |
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- The prince fell in love with a fair young maiden.王子爱上了一位年轻美丽的少女。
- The aircraft makes its maiden flight tomorrow.这架飞机明天首航。
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willow
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n.柳树 |
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- The river was sparsely lined with willow trees.河边疏疏落落有几棵柳树。
- The willow's shadow falls on the lake.垂柳的影子倒映在湖面上。
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decided
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adj.决定了的,坚决的;明显的,明确的 |
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- This gave them a decided advantage over their opponents.这使他们比对手具有明显的优势。
- There is a decided difference between British and Chinese way of greeting.英国人和中国人打招呼的方式有很明显的区别。
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pointed
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adj.尖的,直截了当的 |
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- He gave me a very sharp pointed pencil.他给我一支削得非常尖的铅笔。
- She wished to show Mrs.John Dashwood by this pointed invitation to her brother.她想通过对达茨伍德夫人提出直截了当的邀请向她的哥哥表示出来。
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belly
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n.肚子,腹部;(像肚子一样)鼓起的部分,膛 |
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- The boss has a large belly.老板大腹便便。
- His eyes are bigger than his belly.他眼馋肚饱。
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Ford
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n.浅滩,水浅可涉处;v.涉水,涉过 |
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- They were guarding the bridge,so we forded the river.他们驻守在那座桥上,所以我们只能涉水过河。
- If you decide to ford a stream,be extremely careful.如果已决定要涉过小溪,必须极度小心。
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quailed
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害怕,发抖,畏缩( quail的过去式和过去分词 ) |
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- I quailed at the danger. 我一遇到危险,心里就发毛。
- His heart quailed before the enormous pyramidal shape. 面对这金字塔般的庞然大物,他的心不由得一阵畏缩。 来自英汉文学
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blisters
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n.水疱( blister的名词复数 );水肿;气泡 |
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- My new shoes have made blisters on my heels. 我的新鞋把我的脚跟磨起泡了。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
- His new shoes raised blisters on his feet. 他的新鞋把他的脚磨起了水疱。 来自《简明英汉词典》
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exhaustion
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n.耗尽枯竭,疲惫,筋疲力尽,竭尽,详尽无遗的论述 |
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- She slept the sleep of exhaustion.她因疲劳而酣睡。
- His exhaustion was obvious when he fell asleep standing.他站着睡着了,显然是太累了。
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standing
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n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 |
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- After the earthquake only a few houses were left standing.地震过后只有几幢房屋还立着。
- They're standing out against any change in the law.他们坚决反对对法律做任何修改。
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soothing
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adj.慰藉的;使人宽心的;镇静的 |
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- Put on some nice soothing music.播放一些柔和舒缓的音乐。
- His casual, relaxed manner was very soothing.他随意而放松的举动让人很快便平静下来。
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knuckled
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v.(指人)指关节( knuckle的过去式和过去分词 );(指动物)膝关节,踝 |
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- He knuckled me in the chest. 他用指关节敲击我的胸部。 来自辞典例句
- Mr. Cruncher knuckled his forehead, as Sydney Carton and the spy returned from the dark room. 克朗彻先生用指关节敲敲自己的前额,这时西德尼 - 卡尔顿和密探从黑屋出来了。 来自英汉文学 - 双城记
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reins
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感情,激情; 缰( rein的名词复数 ); 控制手段; 掌管; (成人带着幼儿走路以防其走失时用的)保护带 |
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- She pulled gently on the reins. 她轻轻地拉着缰绳。
- The government has imposed strict reins on the import of luxury goods. 政府对奢侈品的进口有严格的控制手段。
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nibbling
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v.啃,一点一点地咬(吃)( nibble的现在分词 );啃出(洞),一点一点咬出(洞);慢慢减少;小口咬 |
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- We sat drinking wine and nibbling olives. 我们坐在那儿,喝着葡萄酒嚼着橄榄。
- He was nibbling on the apple. 他在啃苹果。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
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beech
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n.山毛榉;adj.山毛榉的 |
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- Autumn is the time to see the beech woods in all their glory.秋天是观赏山毛榉林的最佳时期。
- Exasperated,he leaped the stream,and strode towards beech clump.他满腔恼怒,跳过小河,大踏步向毛榉林子走去。
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savage
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adj.野蛮的;凶恶的,残暴的;n.未开化的人 |
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- The poor man received a savage beating from the thugs.那可怜的人遭到暴徒的痛打。
- He has a savage temper.他脾气粗暴。
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brutal
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adj.残忍的,野蛮的,不讲理的 |
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- She has to face the brutal reality.她不得不去面对冷酷的现实。
- They're brutal people behind their civilised veneer.他们表面上温文有礼,骨子里却是野蛮残忍。
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axe
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n.斧子;v.用斧头砍,削减 |
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- Be careful with that sharp axe.那把斧子很锋利,你要当心。
- The edge of this axe has turned.这把斧子卷了刃了。
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rusting
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n.生锈v.(使)生锈( rust的现在分词 ) |
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- There was an old rusting bolt on the door. 门上有一个生锈的旧门闩。 来自辞典例句
- Zinc can be used to cover other metals to stop them rusting. 锌可用来涂在其他金属表面以防锈。 来自辞典例句
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rumbling
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n. 隆隆声, 辘辘声
adj. 隆隆响的
动词rumble的现在分词 |
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- The earthquake began with a deep [low] rumbling sound. 地震开始时发出低沉的隆隆声。
- The crane made rumbling sound. 吊车发出隆隆的响声。
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growl
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v.(狗等)嗥叫,(炮等)轰鸣;n.嗥叫,轰鸣 |
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- The dog was biting,growling and wagging its tail.那条狗在一边撕咬一边低声吼叫,尾巴也跟着摇摆。
- The car growls along rutted streets.汽车在车辙纵横的街上一路轰鸣。
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tinkled
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(使)发出丁当声,(使)发铃铃声( tinkle的过去式和过去分词 ); 叮当响着发出,铃铃响着报出 |
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- The sheep's bell tinkled through the hills. 羊的铃铛叮当叮当地响彻整个山区。
- A piano tinkled gently in the background. 背景音是悠扬的钢琴声。
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jaws
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n.口部;嘴 |
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- The antelope could not escape the crocodile's gaping jaws. 那只羚羊无法从鱷鱼张开的大口中逃脱。
- The scored jaws of a vise help it bite the work. 台钳上有刻痕的虎钳牙帮助它紧咬住工件。
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exulting
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vi. 欢欣鼓舞,狂喜 |
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- He leaned back, exulting at the success of his plan. 他向后一靠,为自己计划成功而得意扬扬。
- Jones was exulting in the consciousness of his integrity. 琼斯意识到自己的忠贞十分高兴。
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forth
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adv.向前;向外,往外 |
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- The wind moved the trees gently back and forth.风吹得树轻轻地来回摇晃。
- He gave forth a series of works in rapid succession.他很快连续发表了一系列的作品。
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scattering
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n.[物]散射;散乱,分散;在媒介质中的散播adj.散乱的;分散在不同范围的;广泛扩散的;(选票)数量分散的v.散射(scatter的ing形式);散布;驱散 |
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- The child felle into a rage and began scattering its toys about. 这孩子突发狂怒,把玩具扔得满地都是。 来自《简明英汉词典》
- The farmers are scattering seed. 农夫们在播种。 来自《简明英汉词典》
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droplets
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n.小滴( droplet的名词复数 ) |
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- Droplets of sweat were welling up on his forehead. 他额头上冒出了滴滴汗珠。 来自辞典例句
- In constrast, exhaled smoke contains relatively large water droplets and appears white. 相反,从人嘴里呼出的烟则包含相当大的水滴,所以呈白色。 来自辞典例句
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