砰地关上

She slammed the door in my face.

她对着我砰地关上了门。

He slammed the door in my face.

他当着我的面把门砰地关上了。

He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

他走出屋子并随手砰地关上了门。

Since then, sounds of doors slamming and bands playing had been heard there. Swarms of flies infested the place. Green slime oozed from the hall walls, crucifixes rotated and a child with red glowing eyes was seen at the top of the stairs.

从此便有人在那房子里不时听到大门砰地关上，乐团霍地奏响；成群苍蝇遍布，大厅墙壁渗出绿色黏液，还看到旋转的十字架和楼梯顶端的小孩双眼血红，幽光冥冥。

It was on a Sunday evening,when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird composing a love poem,that he heard thegate swing to, saw the girl coming running among the trees,with the redcheeked, stolid Joe in swift pursuit.

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

IT was on a Sunday evening,when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem,that he heard thegate swing to, and saw the girl coming running among the trees,w IT h the redcheeked,stolid Joe in swift pursu IT .

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

It was on a Sunday evening,when he was lying in the o'rch'ard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem,that he heard thegate swing to,and saw the girl coming running among the trees,with the redcheeked, stolid Joe in swift pursuit.

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

It was on a Sunday evening, when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem that he heard the gate swing to, and saw the girl coming running among the trees, with the red-cheeked, stolid Joe in swift pursuit.

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

It was on a Sunday evening,when he was lying in the o'rch'ard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem,that heheard thegate swing to,and saw the girl coming running among the trees,with the redcheeked, stolid Joe in swift pursuit.

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的啁啾，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔出来，后面飞跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

It was on a Sunday evening, when he was lying in the orchard listening to a blackbird and composing a love poem, that he heard the gate swing to, and saw the girl coming running among the trees, with the red-cheeked, stolid Joe in swift pursuit.

一个星期日的傍晚，他正躺在果园里，一面在听画眉鸟的&歌唱&，一面在写一首爱情诗，忽然听得大门砰地关上，接着看见那姑娘从树丛里奔来，后面跟着那呆头呆脑的红脸的乔。

But we don't care about Battlegrounds.

但我们并不在乎沙场中的显露。

Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror.

啊！不用提了。提到肉，真是糟透了。