grumblingly

简明释义

英[ɡˈrʌmblɪŋli]美[ˈɡrʌmblɪŋli]

adv. 发牢骚着；喃喃抱怨著

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1.Even the hostess, with bare feet, uncombed hair, and dressed in a garment of doubtful color, received the guests grumblingly.

即使女店主也光着脚、头发蓬乱、穿着一件很脏的的衣服，嘟囔着接待客人。

2.Even the hostess, with bare feet, uncombed hair, and dressed in a garment of doubtful color, received the guests grumblingly.

即使女店主也光着脚、头发蓬乱、穿着一件很脏的的衣服，嘟囔着接待客人。

3.He grumblingly 抱怨地 accepted the extra work assigned to him.

他抱怨地接受了分配给他的额外工作。

4.She grumblingly 嘟囔着 walked away from the meeting after her ideas were dismissed.

在她的想法被驳回后，她嘟囔着走出了会议。

5.The children grumblingly 不情愿地 put away their toys when it was time for bed.

孩子们在该上床睡觉时不情愿地收起了玩具。

6.He grumblingly 抱怨地 admitted that he was wrong about the project.

他抱怨地承认自己在这个项目上是错的。

7.They grumblingly 埋怨地 waited in line for hours at the amusement park.

他们在游乐园里埋怨地排了几个小时的队。

作文

In the small town of Maplewood, there lived a peculiar old man named Mr. Thompson. He was known for his grumpy demeanor and his tendency to complain about everything around him. Every morning, as the sun rose over the horizon, Mr. Thompson would step out onto his porch and observe the world with a critical eye. His neighbors often heard him muttering under his breath, and on particularly bad days, he would even let out a loud sigh that echoed through the quiet streets. The townsfolk had grown accustomed to his daily ritual, and they often joked that he could find something to complain about even in the most beautiful weather. One sunny afternoon, the local children decided to organize a picnic in the park. They were excited and filled with laughter as they packed their sandwiches and drinks. However, they knew that Mr. Thompson would likely disapprove of their joyful gathering, so they tried to keep it a secret from him. But word travels fast in Maplewood, and soon enough, Mr. Thompson caught wind of the picnic. He shuffled his way to the park, his brow furrowed and his expression sour. Upon arriving at the scene, he surveyed the cheerful children playing games and sharing their snacks. With a deep frown etched on his face, he approached them, arms crossed. "What is all this ruckus?" he exclaimed, his voice booming. The children paused their activities and looked up at him with wide eyes. They knew Mr. Thompson's reputation for being harsh, but they also felt a twinge of sympathy for the lonely old man. "We’re just having a picnic, Mr. Thompson! Would you like to join us?" one brave child asked, trying to break the ice. Mr. Thompson’s response was a typical one; he replied grumblingly (抱怨地), "Picnics are for frivolous people. You should be studying or helping your parents instead of wasting time here!" The children exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond to his negativity. Despite his grumbling, the children didn’t let his words dampen their spirits. They continued to enjoy their picnic, laughing and playing games. As the afternoon wore on, Mr. Thompson found himself sitting on a nearby bench, watching them with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. He couldn’t help but notice how much fun they were having, and for a fleeting moment, he felt a pang of nostalgia for his own childhood. As time passed, the children invited him once more, this time with a gentle approach. "Mr. Thompson, we have some extra sandwiches. Would you like to share one with us?" They offered him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, hoping to soften his heart. To their surprise, he accepted it, though not without a few more grumblingly (抱怨地) utterances about how such food was not fit for someone of his age. As he took a bite, the taste seemed to awaken something in him. For the first time in years, he felt a sense of belonging, if only for a moment. The children’s laughter was infectious, and gradually, Mr. Thompson found himself smiling, albeit reluctantly. Perhaps, he thought, there was something to be said for enjoying life rather than always finding fault. From that day forward, Mr. Thompson became a somewhat regular visitor to the park. While he still had his moments of complaining grumblingly (抱怨地) about the noise and the chaos, he also began to appreciate the joy that the children brought into his life. The townspeople noticed the change in him, and slowly but surely, the grumpy old man became a beloved figure in Maplewood. In the end, Mr. Thompson learned that while it was easy to focus on the negative aspects of life, embracing happiness and connection with others could lead to unexpected joy. And perhaps, just perhaps, he found that life was too short to spend it grumblingly (抱怨地) about everything around him.

在小镇梅普尔伍德，住着一个古怪的老人，名叫汤普森先生。他以脾气暴躁和倾向于抱怨周围的一切而闻名。每天早晨，当太阳升起时，汤普森先生会走到他的门廊上，带着批判的眼光观察世界。他的邻居们常常听到他低声嘟囔，尤其是在特别糟糕的日子里，他甚至会发出响亮的叹息声，回荡在安静的街道上。镇上的人们已经习惯了他的日常仪式，他们常开玩笑说，他即使在最美好的天气中也能找到抱怨的理由。 一个阳光明媚的下午，当地的孩子们决定在公园里组织一次野餐。他们兴奋不已，欢声笑语地打包三明治和饮料。然而，他们知道汤普森先生可能会反对他们的快乐聚会，因此试图将其保密。但消息在梅普尔伍德传播得很快，不久汤普森先生就得知了野餐的事。他一瘸一拐地走到公园，眉头紧锁，表情阴沉。 当他抵达现场时，他打量着那些开心的孩子们在玩游戏、分享零食。脸上刻着深深的皱纹，他走近他们，双臂交叉。“你们在搞什么喧闹？”他大声说道，声音洪亮。孩子们暂停了活动，睁大了眼睛看着他。他们知道汤普森先生的名声很严厉，但他们也对这个孤独的老人感到一丝同情。 “我们只是在野餐，汤普森先生！您想加入我们吗？”一个勇敢的孩子问，试图打破僵局。汤普森先生的回答是典型的，他<|vq_10210|>grumblingly（抱怨地）回复：“野餐是给无所事事的人准备的。你们应该学习或帮助父母，而不是在这里浪费时间！”孩子们互相交换了眼神，不知道该如何回应他的消极态度。 尽管他抱怨不已，孩子们并没有让他的言辞打击他们的士气。他们继续享受他们的野餐，欢笑和玩游戏。随着下午的推移，汤普森先生发现自己坐在附近的长椅上，观察他们，心中充满了厌烦和好奇。他忍不住注意到他们有多么快乐，短暂的时刻里，他感受到了一阵对自己童年的怀念。 随着时间的推移，孩子们再次邀请他，这次是轻柔的方式。“汤普森先生，我们有一些多余的三明治。您想和我们分享一个吗？”他们递给他一个花生酱和果冻三明治，希望能软化他的心。令他们惊讶的是，他接受了，尽管没有少说几句<|vq_10211|>grumblingly（抱怨地）关于这种食物不适合他这个年纪的人。 当他咬下一口时，那种味道似乎唤醒了他内心的某种东西。多年后，他第一次感受到归属感，哪怕只是片刻。孩子们的笑声是如此有感染力，渐渐地，汤普森先生发现自己微笑了，虽然是勉强的。也许，他想，也许享受生活而不是总是挑剔是有意义的。 从那天起，汤普森先生成了公园里一个有些常客。虽然他仍然会<|vq_10212|>grumblingly（抱怨地）抱怨噪音和混乱，但他也开始欣赏孩子们带来的快乐。镇上的人们注意到了他的变化，慢慢地，严厉的老人变成了梅普尔伍德受人喜爱的人物。 最后，汤普森先生明白，虽然专注于生活中的消极方面很容易，但与他人建立快乐和联系可能会带来意想不到的快乐。而也许，仅仅也许，他发现生命太短暂，不值得总是<|vq_10213|>grumblingly（抱怨地）对周围的一切挑剔。