Years of storms had taken their toll on the old windmill.

 

多年的风雨毁坏了古老的风车。

 

Its wheel, rusted and fallen, lay silent in the lush bluegrass.

 

车轮已经锈了，倒了，静静地躺卧在茂盛的六月禾丛中。

 

Its once animated silhouette was now a tall motionless steeple in the twilight sun.

 

在落日的衬托下，曾经散发着生气的风车如今如耸立的尖塔般冰冷、生硬。

 

I hadn't walked across our old farm in fifteen years.

 

我已经有十五年没有走过我们的农场了。

 

Yet the sensations came flooding back.

 

然而，那些感觉又汹涌而至。

 

I could smell the freshness of new mown alfalfa.

 

我仿佛闻到了新割的苜蓿的清新气息，

 

I could feel the ping of the ice cold summer rain, and the sun's sudden warmth on my wet shoulders when it reappeared after a brisk July thunderstorm.

 

感觉到了冰冷夏雨敲打在身上，还有七月的雨后阳光照射在湿漉漉的身上骤然传来的暖意。

 

Rain or shine, I used to walk this path each day to see Greta.

 

无论雨天或晴天，我曾经天天沿着这条小径去探望葛丽塔。

 

She always made me smile, even after Sis and I had just had a big squabble.

 

即使我刚和姐姐大吵了一场，她也总能使我舒怀微笑。

 

I would help Greta with her chores.

 

我会帮葛丽塔做些家务。

 

Then we would visit over a generous helping of her delicious homemade chocolate cookies and ice cream.

 

然后，我们会大快朵颐，品尝她亲手做的巧克力曲奇饼和冰淇淋。

 

Being confined to a wheel chair didn't stop Greta from being a fabulous cook.

 

以轮椅代步并不妨碍她成为一名出色的厨师。

 

Greta gave me two of the greatest gifts I've ever received.

 

葛丽塔送给我两件最了不起的礼物。