My good mood lasted only as far as the traffic circle where old cutler blends into lejeune and then a routine glance in my rearview mirror froze the music on my lips.
我的好心情一直持续到老刀匠路到乐基恩路的转盘上，在习惯性地往后视镜瞟一眼的时候，音乐在我的唇上凝固了。
In any case, when I think about the driver all I can see is my own image frozen in his rearview mirror: my hair is still long; I'm thin, wearing a denim jacket and a pair of awful, oversize glasses.
无论如何，当我想到那个司机时我所看到的一切是我凝固在他的倒车镜里的形象：我的头发依然很长；我很瘦，穿件牛仔夹克，戴着一副难看的、尺码过大的眼镜。
Looking in the 8 rearview mirror, I recognized in my own face the same look I once saw on my mother's face in the nursing home.
透过车里的后视镜，我看到自己的表情和在疗养院里看到过的母亲脸上那表情是一样的。
Looking in the rearview mirror, I recognized in my own face the same look I once saw on my mother's face in the nursing home.
透过车里的后视镜，我看到自己的表情和在疗养院里看到过的母亲脸上那表情是一样的。
Looking in the rearview mirror, I recognized in my own face the same look I once saw on my mother's face in the nursing home.
透过车里的后视镜，我看到自己的表情和在疗养院里看到过的母亲脸上那表情是一样的。
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