词汇：distant
adj. 遥远的；冷漠的；远隔的
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- EXT. RUINED VILLA - DAY Snow. The sound of distant gunfire.>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
- Somewhere, a cat mews. Distant burst of rifle fire.>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
- INT. LOFT, RUINED VILLA - NIGHT Szpilman wakes suddenly. He listens. Silence but for the distant gunfire. He sees the unopened tin of pickles, stares at it. He opens the trapdoor.>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
- EXT. STREET LEADING TO GHETTO - NIGHT Freezing cold. The Jewish workers, with their bundles of potatoes and bread, march back towards the ghetto gates escorted by the two Polish policemen. In the column, Szpilman, near the policeman with the moustache, and a little behind them, Majorek. Distant sounds of gunfire.>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
- Almost continuous sounds of distant shots and screams.>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
- No bombs now, just the distant sound of artillery fire.>> 钢琴家 The Pianist Movie Script
- A sweating man (40's) watches over Cobb. This is NASH. A distant EXPLOSION rumbles through the room. Nash moves to the window, parts the curtains. Outside: a CHAOTIC DEVELOPING-WORLD CITY- the street filled with RIOTERS- SMASHING, BURNING.>> 盗梦空间 Inception Movie Script
- WE GO INSIDE, and the echoing sound of distant waltz music is heard. The rust fades away from the walls of the dark corridor and it is transformed... WE EMERGE onto the grand staircase, lit by glowing chandelier. The music is vibrant now, and the room is populated by men in tie and tails, women in gowns. It is exquisitely beautiful.>> 泰坦尼克号 Titanic (1997) Movie Script
- A very, very distant second... is a Ferrari.>> 闻香识女人Scent of a Woman 1992 Movie Script
- And beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences?>> Lady and the Tramp 小姐与流氓 1955 Movie Script
- A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew, twice removed.>> Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl 加勒比海盗：黑珍珠号的诅咒 Movie Script
- EXT. THE EMPEROR'S PALACE - DAY The Emperor looks up at the sound of air raid sirens and distant explosions.>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
- Rafe and Danny have reaches the more distant P-40's and are revving their engines as they see Joe and Theo's fate. They throw on their radio headsets.>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
- Seeing the pilots running for the P-40's, the Zeros aim for them; Rafe and Danny race for the most distant of the planes; Joe and Theo run for the closer planes, through the dusty bullet hits.>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
- He squeezes his eyes shut, and looks again; the planes start bombing the distant hangers.>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
- EXT. NURSES' QUARTERS - OAHU - DAY Evelyn has stepped to the door when she hears a distant rumble and looks across the harbor to see smoke rising, ships taking hits.>> Pearl Harbor 珍珠港（2001） Movie Script
- Another moment goes by and we can hear the distant sound of police sirens. They are clearly coming toward the hospital, getting louder and louder. MICHAEL heaves a sigh of relief.>> The Godfather教父 1972 Movie Script
- Several times he thought he glimpsed Indians slipping over a ridge or behind distant yucca, but could never be sure. Soon he felt feverish and began to distrust his own eyesight. In the shining mirages ahead he thought he saw horsemen, who never appeared. Once he thought he saw Deets, and another time Blue Duck. He decided his reason must be going and began to blame Gus for it all. Gus had spent a lifetime trying to get him into situations that confused him, and had finally succeeded.
有几次，他以为自己瞥见印第安人从山脊上或远处的丝兰后面溜走了，但永远无法确定。不久，他感到发烧，开始怀疑自己的视力。在前方闪闪发光的海市蜃楼中，他仿佛看到了从未出现过的骑兵。有一次他以为他看到了迪茨，还有一次是蓝鸭。他决定自己的理由一定会消失，并开始把这一切归咎于格斯。格斯花了一辈子的时间试图让他陷入困惑的境地，最终成功了。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- July lay awake all night, remembering how it felt to have her take his hand. Her fingers had twined for a moment in his before she let go. It had seemed she needed him, else she wouldn’t have squeezed so. It made him so excited that he couldn’t sleep, yet when he went back upstairs in the morning and stepped into the sickroom, Clara was distant, though it was a fine sunny day and the baby’s fever was down. His breath still rattled, but he was asleep.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- They were happy girls; they laughed often. It pleased Clara to hear them. She wondered if Bob could hear his two lively daughters laughing, as he lay dying. She wondered if it helped, if it made up in any way for her bad tempers and the deaths of the three boys. He had counted so on those boys—they would be his help, boys. Bob had never talked much, but the one thing he did talk about was how much they would get done once the boys got big enough to do their part of the work. Often, just hearing him describe the fences they would build, or the barns, or the cattle they would buy, Clara felt out of sorts—it made her feel very distant from Bob that he saw their boys mainly as hired hands that he wouldn’t have to pay. He sees them different, she thought. For her part, she just liked to have them there. She liked to look at them as they sat around the table, liked to watch them swimming and frolicking in the river, liked to sit by them sometimes when they slept, listening to them breathe. Yet they had died, and both she and Bob lost what they loved—Bob his dreams of future work with his sons, she the immediate pleasure of having sons to look at, to touch, to scold and tease and kiss.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Sitting in the kitchen with the girls and the baby, Lorena felt happy in a way that was new to her. It stirred in her distant memories of the days she had spent in her grandmother’s house in Mobile when she was four. Her grandmother’s house had been like Clara’s—she had gone there only once that she could remember. Her grandmother had put her in a soft bed, the softest she had ever slept in, and sung songs to her while she went to sleep. It was her happiest memory, one she treasured so, that in her years of traveling she grew almost afraid to remember it—someday she might try to remember it and find it gone. She was very afraid of losing her one good, warm memory. If she lost that, she felt she might be too sad to go on.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I expect they’re just buffalo hunters,” Clara said, watching the distant wagon creep over the brown plains. “You girls won’t learn much from them, unless you’re interested in learning how to spit tobacco.” “I ain’t,” Betsey said.
“我想他们只是水牛猎人，”克拉拉说，看着远处的马车在棕色的平原上爬行。“你们这些女孩不会从他们身上学到很多东西，除非你们有兴趣学习如何吐烟草。”“我没有，”贝齐说。>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇- She went into the tent and lay awake all night while Dish Boggett sat nearby, keeping watch. It seemed to him he had never felt so lonely. The mere fact that she was so close, and yet they were separate, made the loneliness keener. When he had just thrown his blanket down with the boys, he didn’t imagine her so much, and he could sleep. Now she was just a few yards away—he could have crept up to the tent and heard her breathing. And yet it seemed he would never be able to eliminate those few yards. In some way Lorie would always be as distant from him as the Kansas stars. At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be so painful? And yet, she had spoken to him in a friendly voice only that day. He couldn’t give up while there was a chance.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Elmira also watched the distant banks, which were green with the grass of spring. As the river gradually narrowed, she saw many animals: deer, coyote, cattle—but no Indians. She remembered stories heard over the years about women being carried off by Indians; in Kansas she had had such a woman pointed out to her, one who had been rescued and brought back to live with whites again. To her the woman seemed no different from other women, though it was true that she seemed cowed; but then, many women were cowed by events more ordinary. It was hard to see how the Indians could be much worse than the buffalo hunters, two of whom were on board. The sight of them brought back painful memories. They were big men with buffalo-skin coats and long shaggy hair—they looked like the animals they hunted. At night, in her cubbyhole, she would sometimes hear them relieving themselves over the side of the boat; they would stand just beyond the whiskey casks and pour their water into the Arkansas.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- At any other time the question would have struck Newt as simple. Either he heard something or he didn’t. But under the press of action and responsibilities, the old certainties dissolved. He did think he heard something, but he couldn’t say what. The sound was so distant and indistinct that he couldn’t even be sure it was a sound. The harder he strained to hear, the more uncertain he felt about what he heard. He would never have suspected that a simple thing like sound could produce such confusion.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇