汽车从迪凯特大街上疾驰而下,拐入巷子,停下来。两个男人下了车,但还有一个人留在车上。那个坐着的人的脸模糊不清,十分呆滞,耷拉着嘴唇,他的眼睛是清澈的,如同矢车菊一般蓝,却一片茫然;他歪七倒八地坐成一团,脏兮兮的,仿佛是没有思想的活体,又像是没有智力的生物。然而,他总是流着口水,茫然的脸上那两只眼睛蓝得摄人心魄,手里总是紧紧握着一株水仙花。下车的两个人弯腰进到车里,立即干起活来。他们很快就挺直了身子,将一个麻袋搁在了车门上。附近墙上的一扇门打开了,一张脸露了出来,随即又消失了。 The car gallops down Decatur Avenue, turning into an alley and stopping. Two men got out of the car, but one more left in the car. The face of the seated person was vague and sluggish, pulling his lip, his eyes clear, blue like a cornflower, but at a loss; he crouched in a clumsy, dirty , As if there is no thought of living, but also like no intelligence creatures. However, he always drooling, blue eyes on the dazed face that was breathtaking, always holding a daffodil in his hand. Get off the two bent over into the car, work immediately. They straightened up quickly, resting a sack on the door. A door near the wall opened, a face exposed, and then disappeared.