creaky

简明释义

英[ˈkriːki]美[ˈkriːki]

adj. 发辗的；老朽的；叽叽嘎嘎的

比 较 级 c r e a k i e r 或 m o r e c r e a k y

最 高 级 c r e a k i e s t 或 m o s t c r e a k y

英英释义

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例句

1.But in my neck of the woods at the moment, wearing a hat is likeriding a creaky bicycle from the 1970's — it comes with the territory.

但在我现在生活的地方，戴传统帽子就像是从70年代骑着一辆吱吱呀呀的自行车过来了——他们带上的是整个70年代。

2.18on quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by the bedroom door.

18他穿着那双稍微吱吱响的靴子，攀上楼梯，走到过道，并在寝室门前停下来。

3.Unlike many of their foreign counterparts, however, U. S. reactors are graying and getting creaky.

不像很多外国同行都，然而，美国的反应堆是老龄化和越来越滞涩。

4.Creaky wardrobe. No use disturbing her.

衣橱总咯吱咯吱响，犯不上去打扰她。

5.Wiedeking inherited a creaky, old-school factory and an ancient model range burdened with other people’s mistakes.

维德京接手的是一个摇摇欲坠的老派工厂，面对的是一系列陈旧的车型和由于前几任成员策略失误导致的一大堆麻烦。

6.She pushed open a creaky door.

她推开一扇嘎吱作响的门。

7.The bee has creaky wings and thanks to the Velcro it can be detached and re-attached to the flower.

小蜜蜂的翅膀可以发出叽叽嘎嘎的声音，它可以从花上拆下来。

8.In countries that industrialised long ago, much of the infrastructure is old and creaky. The London Underground opened in 1863, and you can tell.

老牌工业化国家的基础设施都比较老旧，伦敦在1863年就有了地铁，设备老化可想而知。

9.I walked through the creaky, old gate again and kick-started the motorcycle.

我又一次走过那扇古老的晃晃悠悠的大门，发动了摩托车。

10.The old floorboards made a creaky sound as I walked across the room.

当我走过房间时，老旧的地板发出吱吱作响的声音。

11.She opened the creaky door slowly, trying not to wake anyone.

她慢慢打开那扇吱吱作响的门，尽量不让任何人醒来。

12.The creaky stairs reminded him of his childhood home.

那段吱吱作响的楼梯让他想起了童年时的家。

13.After years of use, the chair became quite creaky when someone sat on it.

经过多年的使用，这把椅子在有人坐上去时变得相当吱吱作响。

14.He could hear the creaky sounds of the house settling at night.

他能听到房子在夜晚定居时发出的吱吱作响声。

作文

The old house stood at the end of the street, its once vibrant colors now faded and peeling. As I approached, I could hear the sound of the floorboards beneath my feet. They were so creaky (吱吱作响的) that it felt as if they were whispering secrets of the past. Every step I took seemed to echo through the empty halls, a reminder of the life that once filled this place. Inside, the air was thick with dust, and the light filtered through the grimy windows, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The furniture was covered in white sheets, like ghosts waiting for their time to return. I imagined the family that had lived here, laughing and playing, unaware that one day, their joyful home would become a shell of memories. As I moved deeper into the house, I found myself drawn to the staircase. It spiraled upwards, each step more creaky (吱吱作响的) than the last. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should continue. But curiosity got the better of me, and I climbed slowly, listening to the symphony of sounds that accompanied my ascent. The creaky (吱吱作响的) stairs seemed to protest my weight, but I pressed on, eager to discover what lay above. At the top of the stairs, I found a long hallway lined with doors. Each door was closed, but I could sense the stories behind them. I opened the first door, and it creaked loudly on its hinges, another creaky (吱吱作响的) reminder of the house's age. Inside was a bedroom, untouched by time. The bed was neatly made, and a dusty mirror hung on the wall, reflecting my curious face. I could almost feel the presence of the people who had once inhabited this space, their laughter lingering in the air. I continued down the hallway, opening door after door, each revealing a glimpse into the past. Some rooms were filled with old toys, others with forgotten books. The creaky (吱吱作响的) floorboards followed me like a faithful companion, each sound a connection to the history of this home. Finally, I reached the last door at the end of the hall. It was slightly ajar, and I could see a faint light spilling out. As I pushed it open, the door let out a particularly loud creaky (吱吱作响的) sound, as if protesting my intrusion. What I found inside took my breath away. The room was filled with sunlight, illuminating a beautiful garden visible through the large window. It was a stark contrast to the dark and dusty rooms I had just explored. In that moment, I realized that even though the house was old and creaky (吱吱作响的), it still held beauty and charm. The sounds of the past echoed through its halls, telling stories of love, laughter, and life. I left the house feeling a deep appreciation for its history, understanding that every creaky (吱吱作响的) floorboard was a testament to the lives that had once thrived within its walls. Sometimes, it is the creaky (吱吱作响的) things in life that hold the most meaning, reminding us of where we come from and the stories we carry with us.

这座老房子位于街道尽头，曾经生机勃勃的颜色现在已经褪色和剥落。当我走近时，我能听到脚下地板发出的声音。它们如此creaky（吱吱作响的），仿佛在低声诉说着过去的秘密。我每走一步，声音在空荡荡的走廊中回响，提醒着曾经充满生命的地方。 屋内空气中弥漫着尘埃，阳光透过肮脏的窗户洒进来，在墙上投下阴森的影子。家具上覆盖着白色的床单，像是等待归来的幽灵。我想象着曾经住在这里的家庭，他们欢笑玩耍，毫不知晓有一天，他们快乐的家会变成记忆的空壳。 随着我深入房子，我发现自己被楼梯吸引。楼梯向上蜿蜒而去，每一步都比上一层更加creaky（吱吱作响的）。我犹豫了一下，想知道我是否应该继续。但好奇心战胜了我，我慢慢爬上去，聆听着伴随我上升的声音交响曲。creaky（吱吱作响的）楼梯似乎在抗议我的重量，但我还是往前走，渴望发现上面有什么。 在楼梯顶端，我发现一条长长的走廊，两旁是紧闭的门。每扇门都是关闭的，但我能感受到它们背后的故事。我打开第一扇门，门在铰链上发出刺耳的creaky（吱吱作响的）声响，仿佛在抗议我的闯入。里面是一个卧室，未被时间触碰。床整齐地铺着，墙上挂着一面布满灰尘的镜子，映出我好奇的脸庞。我几乎能感受到曾经生活在这个空间里的人们，他们的笑声依然在空气中徘徊。 我继续沿着走廊，打开一扇又一扇门，每扇门都展现出过去的一瞥。有的房间里满是旧玩具，有的则堆满了被遗忘的书籍。creaky（吱吱作响的）地板声像忠实的伙伴跟随我，每个声音都与这所房子的历史相连。 最后，我来到走廊尽头的最后一扇门。门微微开着，我可以看到微弱的光线洒出来。当我推开它时，门发出特别大的creaky（吱吱作响的）声响，仿佛在抗议我的闯入。我看到的景象让我屏息。房间里充满了阳光，透过大窗户照亮了一个美丽的花园。这与我刚刚探索的黑暗尘土房间形成了鲜明的对比。 在那一刻，我意识到，即使这座房子古老且creaky（吱吱作响的），它仍然蕴含着美丽和魅力。过去的声音在它的走廊中回响，讲述着爱的故事、笑声和生命。我离开房子时，深感欣赏它的历史，明白每一块creaky（吱吱作响的）地板都是曾在其墙壁内繁荣生活的人的见证。有时候，生活中那些creaky（吱吱作响的）事物才最富有意义，提醒我们来自何处，以及我们所携带的故事。