Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides: their many forms closed round him, the garishsunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed head.

• 他们的尖嗓门从四面八方朝他喊叫,众多身姿把把团团包围住,刺目的阳光将他那没有染好的蜂蜜色头发晒得发白了。