Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.

德拉科·马尔福脸没有涨红，只是苍白的面颊泛出淡淡的红晕。

A long scar across his cheek makes him look fiendish, but he is very good-natured.

他面颊上的长疤令他看起来很凶恶的样子，但是他却很善良。

His plumpness and his red, fat cheeks made his mourning not a little incongruous.

他的肥胖的身躯、又红又胖的面颊同身上的孝服很不协调。

Dearest wife, cried Aylmer. Do not doubt my power. I am ready to make this cheek as perfect as its pair.

“高尚温柔的妻呀，”阿尔默欣喜若狂。“不要怀疑我的力量，我感到自己完全能够把这一侧可的面颊变得与另一侧同样完美无缺。”

When they approached the village of Marlott a tear rolled down her cheek.

当他们临近马勒特村时，一滴泪珠从她的面颊上滚落下来。

I felt my cheeks grow red with sudden anger.

我感到自己的面颊气得通红。

The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets.

眼泪沿着她的面颊往下流——可不是畅通无阻流，因为眼泪一碰到画得浓浓的睫毛之后就变成了黑墨水，像两条黑色的小河似的续往下流。

" And Hestia Jones." A pink-cheeked, black-haired witch waved from next to the toaster.

“还有海丝佳琼斯。”一位头发乌黑、面颊粉嘟嘟的女巫从烤面包炉旁朝他们挥了挥手。

It sat still and warm next to Harry's cheek, gazing steadily at Riddle.

它静静坐在哈利肩头，热乎乎贴着哈利的面颊，目光坚定注视着里德尔。

Peter leaned forward, put his arms round the beast and kissed the furry head.

彼得伸出手，拥抱了它一下，又了它那毛茸茸的面颊。

His eyes twinkled, and there was even a touch of colour upon his sallow cheeks.

他的眼睛里闪烁着光彩，他菜色的面颊上甚至泛出了红晕。

Harry watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry's amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided.

哈利看着海格一杯接一杯要酒喝，脸膛越来越红，后竟然在麦格教授的面颊上了一口。令哈利惊讶的是，麦格教授咯咯笑着，羞红了脸，她的高顶黑色大礼帽歪到了一边。

They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were gray also.

它们从她的眼睛里，拿走了光辉，留下了一种沉重的灰色；它们从她的面颊上和嘴唇上，拿走了红润，也只剩下灰色。

We both got my mom's crab-apple cheeks and pillow lips.

我们都遗传到了我妈的红粉面颊，松软双唇。

Rage filled Schmidt's red face, turning it even redder.

施密特血红的面颊充斥着愤怒，脸显得更红了。

" Sharon. She's nice." She kissed him on the cheek and turned to go.

“莎朗。她人不错。”她吻了史蒂夫的面颊，转身离开。

But now he looked up at the Old Gentleman's face with tears of suffering in his eyes. The snow turned quickly to water when it fell upon his hot face.

现今他却愁眉苦脸，眼泪汪汪抬头看着老先生的脸。雪落在他炙热的面颊上时，迅速化为雪水。

He was still in the library; the Invisibility Cloak had slipped off his head as he'd slept, and the side of his face was stuck to the pages of Where There's a Wand, There's a Way.

他仍然在图书馆里，在他睡着时隐形衣已经从他头上滑落到板上，他的面颊贴在《只要有魔杖，就有办法》的书页上。

He had picked Bonnie from the floor and was cradling her to him, her small face against his cheek. She could not read his face but there was something in his eyes almost like fear — fear and self-accusation.

这时他已从板上把邦妮抱起来，让她偎在他怀里，小脸紧贴着他的面颊，她看不到他脸上的表情，但发现他眼睛里有一种近乎忧虑的神色----忧虑和自责的神色。

Now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face—squinting through his glasses he saw a blurred stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond.

现在好像有冰凉的手在拍打他的面颊——他眯着眼透过镜片看去，只见一连串炉门模糊闪过，隐约能瞥见壁炉外的房间。