A grin spread across the seamed old face.

满是皱纹老脸上露出了笑容。

There had been tears on the seamed cheeks.

有缝脸颊上已经有泪水。

He was over sixty, to judge by his hard, seamed face, but there was no sag of age to his body.

他满脸皱纹，面无表情，看上去６０开外，但身体看上去还。

Grass waved along their tops, but nothing grew on their seamed, straight-up- and-down sides.

草沿着它们顶部挥舞着，但在它们有缝、直上直下面什么也没长。

Hawat's eyes were two pools of alertness in a dark and deeply seamed face.

哈瓦特眼睛是一张黑色且布满皱纹脸上机警水潭。

Then he saw movement in the clustered people, a face and figure emerged—Thufir Hawat, the seamed old features with darkly stained lips, the hunched shoulders, the look of fragile age about him.

然后他看到人群中有动静，出现了一张脸和一个人影——图菲尔·哈瓦特 (Thufir Hawat)，皱巴巴老五官，嘴唇上沾着深色污渍，驼背，一副年事已高脆弱表情。

Ethan Frome drove in silence, the reins loosely held in his left hand, his brown seamed profile, under the helmet-like peak of the cap, relieved against the banks of snow like the bronze image of a hero.

伊桑·弗罗姆默默地开车，左手松松地握着缰绳，他棕色、有缝面，在头盔般帽檐下，在雪岸上如英雄青铜形象般浮现。

There! This was better. She was at the top now and could see the lands about her as successive sweeps of open country, cold under the moon, coarsely patched and seamed with thin rows and heavy clumps of trees.

那里！这更好。她现在在山顶，可以看到她周围土地是一望无际开阔地带，在月光下寒冷，粗糙地修补并缝合着稀疏行和沉重树丛。