mournfully

简明释义

英[ˈmɔːnfəli]美[ˈmɔːrnfəli]

adv. 悲哀地；凄惨地

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1.Over in the corner three birds looked at us mournfully.

角落里那三只鸟儿忧伤的看着我们。

2.Even Haji and Jimmy could be seen staring at it mournfully.

甚至哈吉和吉米也会一脸悲恸的盯着它看。

3.The Hatter shook his head mournfully.

帽商悲哀地摇了摇头。

4.Outside, the high wind howled mournfully.

风在外面高声叹息。

5.The four cannons echoed each other mournfully.

这四门炮相互间的回声都凄厉哀怨。

6.A whole fresh train of ideas, hopeless, but mournfully sweet, stirred up in Prince Andrey's soul in connection with that oak.

由于这棵老橡树的关系，又有一序列绝望的、但都是忧喜掺半的思想在安德烈公爵的心灵中出现了。

7."I treated her like a sister," I muttered mournfully, "how could she do this to me?"

“我对她就像一个姐姐，”我咕噜着悲伤，“怎么可能，她这样做是为了我吗？”

8.Well, as I killed the horse, mother, 'she said mournfully,' I suppose I ought to do something.

好吧，马死在我手里，母亲，“她悲伤地说，”我想应该作点儿什么来挽救。

9.So look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

所以不要总是抱憾过去，过去的将一去不复返。

10.She looked at the old photographs mournfully, remembering the happy times they had together.

她悲伤地看着那些旧照片，回忆起他们曾经快乐的时光。

11.The dog howled mournfully after its owner left for work.

狗在主人离开上班后悲伤地嚎叫。

12.He spoke mournfully about the loss of his childhood home.

他悲伤地谈论着失去的童年家园。

13.The violinist played a piece mournfully, capturing the audience's emotions.

小提琴手悲伤地演奏了一曲，打动了观众的情感。

14.They gathered around the grave, standing mournfully in silence.

他们聚集在墓前，悲伤地静静站立。

作文

The sun had set behind the distant mountains, casting long shadows over the quiet village. As night fell, a sense of stillness enveloped the surroundings. The air was heavy with an unspoken sadness, and the only sound that could be heard was the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. In the heart of the village stood an old oak tree, its gnarled branches reaching out like weary hands. It was under this tree that the townspeople often gathered to share stories and memories of loved ones lost. Tonight, however, they gathered for a different reason. The mood was somber, and faces were etched with grief. Amidst the gathering, a young woman named Clara stood apart from the crowd. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, reflecting the pain she felt deep within. She had recently lost her grandmother, a woman who had been a pillar of strength and wisdom in her life. Clara remembered the countless afternoons spent in her grandmother's warm embrace, listening to tales of love and loss. Now, as she looked at the familiar faces around her, she felt an overwhelming sense of longing and sorrow. The memories flooded back, and she couldn’t help but feel a deep ache in her heart. As the villagers began to speak, their voices trembled with emotion. One by one, they shared their own stories of loss, each tale more poignant than the last. Clara listened intently, her heart heavy with the weight of their words. It was during this moment of shared grief that she understood the true meaning of community. They were all bound together by their experiences, their collective mourning creating an invisible thread that connected them. Suddenly, Clara stood up, feeling a surge of courage. She wanted to honor her grandmother’s memory in a way that would resonate with everyone present. With a voice that quivered slightly, she spoke, "I know we are all feeling the pain of our losses tonight. But I believe that our loved ones would want us to remember them not with tears of sorrow but with smiles of gratitude for the time we shared. They would want us to celebrate their lives, to cherish the moments we had together." As she spoke, Clara noticed the villagers nodding in agreement. Their expressions began to shift from despair to something resembling hope. She continued, "Let us not dwell solely on our grief. Instead, let us share the joy they brought into our lives. Let us remember the laughter, the lessons, and the love. We can carry their spirits with us, honoring them each day by living fully and embracing life." In that moment, Clara felt a wave of warmth wash over her. The atmosphere shifted, and she could see the villagers beginning to smile through their tears. They started to share lighter stories, moments of joy intertwined with the sadness. Laughter echoed under the old oak tree, and Clara realized that while they mourned, they also celebrated the lives they had lost. As the night wore on, the villagers slowly dispersed, their hearts a little lighter than before. Clara stood by the oak tree, feeling a sense of peace settle within her. She understood that it was okay to feel mournfully 悲伤地 about her loss, but it was also important to cherish the memories and celebrate the lives that had touched her own. In that moment, she resolved to keep her grandmother's spirit alive, not just in her heart but in the hearts of everyone she met. The cycle of life continued, and so did the love they shared, transcending even the deepest of sorrows.

太阳在远处的山脉后落下， casting 长长的阴影覆盖着安静的村庄。夜幕降临，周围弥漫着一种静谧的感觉。空气中充满了无声的悲伤，唯一能听到的声音是轻风中树叶的柔和沙沙声。在村子的中心，矗立着一棵古老的橡树，它扭曲的枝干如疲惫的手一般伸展。这棵树下是村民们常常聚集的地方，他们分享着对已故亲人的故事和回忆。然而今晚，他们聚集的原因却有所不同。气氛沉重，脸上刻满了悲痛。 在聚会中，一位名叫克拉拉的年轻女子与人群分开。她的眼中闪烁着未流出的泪水，反映出她内心深处的痛苦。她最近失去了祖母，这位曾在她生活中扮演着力量和智慧支柱的女人。克拉拉记得无数个下午，她在祖母温暖的怀抱中，倾听关于爱与失落的故事。现在，当她看着周围熟悉的面孔时，她感到一种无法言喻的渴望和悲伤。回忆涌上心头，她不禁感到心中一阵深深的痛楚。 当村民们开始发言时，他们的声音因情感而颤抖。一个接一个，他们分享着自己的失去，每个故事都比上一个更为动人。克拉拉专心倾听，心中承载着他们话语的重量。在这个共同悲伤的时刻，她明白了社区的真正意义。他们都因经历而紧密相连，共同的哀悼编织出一根无形的线，连接着他们。 突然，克拉拉站了起来，感受到一阵勇气。她希望以一种能与在场每个人产生共鸣的方式来纪念她的祖母。她的声音略显颤抖，但她说：“我知道今晚我们都感受到失去的痛苦。但我相信我们的亲人希望我们不要用悲伤的泪水来记住他们，而是用感激的微笑来纪念我们共同度过的时光。他们希望我们庆祝他们的生命，珍惜我们在一起的时刻。” 当她说这些话时，克拉拉注意到村民们纷纷点头。他们的表情开始从绝望转向某种希望。她继续说道：“让我们不仅仅沉湎于悲伤。让我们分享他们带给我们的快乐。让我们记住欢笑、教训和爱。我们可以将他们的精神带在身边，每天通过充实地生活来纪念他们，拥抱生活。” 在那一刻，克拉拉感到一阵温暖涌上心头。气氛发生了变化，她看到村民们开始在泪水中微笑。他们开始分享更轻松的故事，快乐的时刻与悲伤交织。笑声在古老的橡树下回荡，克拉拉意识到，尽管他们在哀悼，但也在庆祝他们失去的生命。 随着夜幕的降临，村民们慢慢散去，心中比之前稍微轻松了一些。克拉拉站在橡树旁，感到内心的平静。她明白，感到mournfully 悲伤地 是可以的，但同样重要的是珍惜回忆，庆祝那些曾经触动过她生命的人。在那一刻，她决心让祖母的精神不仅活在她心中，也活在她遇到的每一个人的心中。生命的循环继续，而他们之间的爱也在超越最深的悲伤。