You look at that dusky sky , look at that droop hay again only some branch bones , cannot bear to really a little bit , hate the boreas forcefulness in being flickering in boreas .

你看那灰蒙蒙的天，再看那枯萎的干草在北风中摇曳着仅有的枝骨，真有点不忍心，恨北风的强劲。