we flounder, the air ungainly in our new lungs with sunlight streaming merciless on the shores of morning.

we flounder, the air ungainly in our new lungs with sunlight streaming merciless on the shores of morning.

我们挣扎着，空气笨拙地进入我们新的肺部，阳光无情地洒在清晨的岸边。

-- Margaret Atwood 玛格丽特·阿特伍德