Grace Paley was seventy-eight when

Grace Paley was seventy-eight when I finally met her in New York in 2001, at the French Roast, a coffee shop on the corner of 11th Street and 6th Avenue. She was tiny and I towered over her to kiss her hello. She had a beautiful open face, with high cheekbones and widely spaced eyes. Her hair was unruly, curly like mine. It had been fair, but now it was grey. She was five years older than my mother would have been. But mama died at forty-nine years of age so it was hard to imagine her as an old lady in my mind’s eye.

結果 (繁體中文) 1:

格雷斯 · 佩利是七十八，當我最後見到她在紐約 2001 年，在法國烤，對第 11 條街道和第六大道的拐角處的咖啡店。她很小，我怒目俯視著她，吻她的你好。她有美麗的開臉，高高的顴骨和雙眼間距過寬。她的頭髮是不羈的卷髮和我的一樣。它曾是公平的但現在它是灰色。她是大五歲，比我的媽媽。但媽媽去世，享年四十九歲，所以很難把她想像成一位老婦人在我的腦海裡。

結果 (繁體中文) 2:

格雷斯·佩利是七八時，我終於見到了她在紐約，2001年，在法國烤，在11街和第六大道的拐角處一間咖啡廳。她是微小的，我聳立在她吻她打招呼。她有一個美麗的開臉，高顴骨和廣泛間隔的眼睛。她的頭髮很不羈，捲曲像我。它是公平的，但現在卻是灰色的。她5歲比我媽媽本來。但媽媽在49年歲去世所以這是很難想像她是一個老太太在我的腦海裡。