麻烦把一段话翻成英文 高分
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发布时间：2022-04-22 18:16
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时间：2023-10-24 09:13
In the silvery sun and mottled shade, she settled herself down near the window on a tranquil afternoon.
She was always wearing her simple, lilac-colored sweater, the collar of which rolled up gently to her neck and the sleeves of which wrapped closely about her.
She wore a bice pair of pants and her legs bent into an obtuse angle. She warmed her feet by slipping into her favorite violet colored babooshes and by placing them on the cream-colored carpet.
Her concern, yet sometimes indifference towards worldly matters is explicit in her avid eyes which perused the densely-lettered pages of the newspaper.
Grandmother's wrinkled hands were like the tree bark weathered over time. Those wrinkles signifies her 82 years of experience in this world.
Her nails were nicely trimmed. The golden, antique watch she wore on her wrist sparkled in the glaring sun.
Her tender hands fingered the serrate edges of the newspaper.
Her wizened figure gave her the friable feeling of old age, yet her vivid face would always deny this.
Her grey bangs would fall from behind her ears while she took a closer look at the part of the newspaper she was reading and brushed against her old pair of glasses with each breath she took.
That pair of glasses had paint fell from it over the years of constant use. Grandmother, despite this, always wiped the lens almost scrupulously in those afternoons when she sat reading.
The gleaming eyeglasses reflected beauty and brightness outside the window.
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时间：2023-10-24 09:14
She was always in a quiet afternoon sitting by the window and let sunlight and shadow mottled silver sprinkling on her shoulder.
Grandmother wearing a plain light violet color of the sweater, it is surrounded by a soft collar soft grandmother's neck, sleeves wrapped in a warm grandmother's arm.
My life the most peaceful moments, when her grandmother to read the newspaper.
She wore a gray-blue trousers legs from the knees bent into an obtuse angle, feet drilled in her favorite purple cloth slippers, the stable on the beige carpet.
She stared at the eyes of yards over the text in a newspaper revealed the concerns of her right things, and sometimes it will be a trace of the right things indifferent.
Grandmother's hands on the covered with wrinkles, like the trees experienced a time of tempering e to the rough bark, those wrinkles to her Bashiernian valuable experience.
Her nails trimmed to a very neat old gold wrist watches have become some of the vague shapes of the sun shining.
Her soft hands holding a newspaper jagged edges, at later stages and some thin, she always looks somewhat fragile, but she covered the face of serious life will always be denial of this illusion.
Her neat gray bangs sometimes, when she leaned a newspaper after the slide from the eyes and ears on both sides, along with her breathing slightly Cengzhao several years accompanied her reading glasses.
