The meteors seemed to her like a warning, like tiger stripes, like luminous grave slats clabbering her blood.

在她看来，流星就像一个警告，像老虎条纹，像发光墓板，在她啪作响。

She jumped up from the table and went over in the corner where the churn stood, the milk in it clabber by now. She looked at the churn and looked at it.

她离桌起身，走到角落处，那儿放着一个搅乳器，里面牛奶已结成了酸奶。她看了看搅乳器，又望了望里面酸奶。