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I tried to turn around then I had an urge that I had not felt before, to run I out of the bushes and head for the clubhouse. But I could not move. It was I hard enough to stand up—out in the open the wind would have knocked you down at once.
后来我试图转过身来——我有种从未感觉过的冲动，冲出灌木丛一直奔向俱乐部会所。但我动不了。能站着就很艰难了——在野外这种狂风能把人迅速击倒。
Stooping, butting his head through the weeds and against the wind, Mike I got around in front of me, all the time holding on to my arm. Then he faced me, with his body between me and the storm. He said something, right into my face, but I couldn't hear him: He had hold of both my arms now, and he worked his hands down to my wrists and held them tight. He pulled me down—both of us staggering, the moment we tried to make any change of position so that we were crouched close to the ground. So close together that we could not look at each other—we could only look down at the crushed plants and our soaked shoes, and the miniature rivers already breaking up the earth around our feet. Then he released my wrists and clamped his hands on my shoulders. His touch was still one of restraint more than comfort.
迈克弯着腰，用头顶过杂草迎着风，转到我前面，一直扶着我的胳膊。然后他面向我，把身体挡在我和暴风雨之间。他说了些什么，正对我的脸，可我听不见。现在他抱住了我的双臂，双手向下紧紧握住了我的手腕。他把我拽到——我们两个都摇摇晃晃的了，当时我们都试图换个位置——那样我们就能紧靠地面蹲下来。我们靠得太近几乎都看不到对方了——我们只能看着下面被压扁了的植物和我们已经浸透了的鞋子。暴雨形成的小河冲散了我们脚下的泥土。这时，迈克松开了我的手腕，用双手紧紧扣住了我的肩膀。他的触碰更像种管制而不是安慰。
We remained like this until the wind passed over. That could not have been more than five minutes, perhaps only two or three. Rain still fell, but now it was ordinary heavy rain. He took his hands away, and we stood up, shakily. Our shirts and slacks were stuck fast to our bodies. We tried to smile, but had hardly the strength for it. Then we kissed and pressed together briefly, was more of a ritual, a recognition of survival rather than of our bodies' inclinations. Our lips slid against each other, slick and cool, and the pressure of the embrace made us slightly chilly, as fresh water was squished out of our clothing.
我们一直保持这样，直到狂风过去。这一切不超过5分钟，也许只有两三分钟。雨仍在下着，但现在只是普通的大雨了。他松开了手，我们颤颤巍巍地站了起来。我们的衬衫和裤子紧紧地贴在身上。我们试图微笑，可几乎连一丁点儿力气都没有了。后来我们简单地拥抱亲吻了对方。我们相拥与其说是出于身体的渴望，还不如说是庆祝劫后余生的一种仪式性的表示。我们的唇相互间轻轻滑过，润滑且冰凉。拥抱的压力使我们轻轻地颤抖，雨水从我们的衣服中被挤落。
Every minute, the rain grew lighter. We made our way unsteadily through the half-flattened weeds, then between the thick and drenching bushes. Big tree branches had been hurled all over the golf course. The rain had almost stopped, and air brightened. I felt the heat of the sun strike my shoulders before I looked up into its festival light.
渐渐地，雨开始变小了。我们在几乎在被压平的杂草中艰难地行进，后来又经过被雨水浸透的茂密的灌木丛。大树枝被刮得满高尔夫球场都是，雨几乎停了，天晴了。在我抬头仰望那令人欢快的阳光之前，我已经感受到它的光热正照射在我的肩膀上。
