一佩朗教堂的钟声已经敲响了,我坐在教堂外的木凳上小心地整理歪歪斜斜的黑色领结,教堂里台上穿蓝白色的女孩们站得端正,她们为这演唱圣歌的神圣时刻已准备多时。然后我一回头,便看见了格里先生。他没像其他人一样穿礼服,也没打领结。身着一件破破烂烂的粗布条衣裳,跟往常打铁一样。这样的装扮是不被允许进教堂的。“早上好,托米。”他径直向我走来,问了声好。 The bell of a Peyron church was ringing, and I sat carefully on the wooden bench outside the church crouched crooked black bow tie, the blue and white girls standing on the stage of the church stood upright, The sacred moment of the song is ready for a long time. Then I turned around and saw Mr. Grie. He did not wear a dress like any other, nor did he tie it. Dressed in a shabby rough cloth clothes, the same as the usual blacksmith. This dress is not allowed to enter the church. “Good morning, Tommy.” He walked straight to me and asked loudly.