I recognized again that tousled bronze hair.

我又认出了那一头蓬乱古铜色头发。

His hair was tousled and his face near geranium with excitement.

头发已经凌乱不堪，那张脸也激动天竺葵。

Afterward, people shook his hand. Some of them tousled my hair and shook my hand too. I was so proud of Baba, of us.

接着，来宾与手。有些人摸摸我头发，也跟我手。我为爸爸自豪，为我们骄傲。

There she was, on the TV screen, tousling my hair in relief. It was Thanksgiving, and I was twelve. We'd gone to see my grandmother in California, the last year before she died.

她在那里，在电视屏幕上，如释重负地抚弄着我发。那是在感恩节，我那时十二岁。我们去看住在加利福尼亚外祖母，那是在她去世前一年。