这种午后的步行让人感到烦躁、无趣和恼火,市集上提供不同种类的,冰冻的,引人注目的食物,我的肚子在诱惑着我,它厌倦了自助餐,它期待假期的到来,它渴望樱桃季提供的美食插曲。
These late-afternoon patrols were hot, dull and tiring. The market offered variety, coolness, and the strong argument of food. My stomach tempted me, tired of cafeterias, and anticipating vacation, it craved, the gastronomic interlude which cherry season offers.
我当时很年轻 居然有种愚蠢的奢望,希望看到她突然出现在窗户旁,或者从商店中出来,又一次和她面对面的在街上遇到。
I was young, and foolishly, I hoped to suddenly see her appear in a window or emerge from a shop, and, once again, find herself face to face with me.
在我这个年纪,没有什么比逛街购物更让人讨厌的了。
At my age, you hate nothing more than shopping.
我不敢转身,这条路似乎没有尽头。
I didn't dare turn, and the walk seemed endless.