尽管他的腿还隐隐作痛,尽管刚才发生了那件可怕的事情,可当他一瘸一拐地走在满是尘土的路上时,嘴里还吹着口哨。 早晨一开始还没有什么特别希望,而此刻中午时分未到,他的命运却出现了转机。当他将打成卷的外套移到另一支胳膊上时,心中一阵暗喜。想起里边卷着的东西,再重也是一种快乐。 Despite his faint pain in his legs, despite the terrible thing that just happened, his whistle was whistling as he limped over the dusty road. There was not any special hope in the beginning of the morning, but at noon in the afternoon, his fate appeared a turning point. When he moved the roll of the coat to the other arm, his heart burst outraged. Remembered inside curling things, then heavy is a pleasure.