英语翻译She nodded at that logic,and said,"Thank you." Choking o

英语翻译
She nodded at that logic,and said,"Thank you." Choking on the cry rising in her throat,she wiped a hand over her teary eyes."I will remember that,and thank,you again for letting me sit and...remember my father ..." she trailed off.Coughing once,she continued,"He was my hero." She stood,giving him a watery but grateful smile.
The man returned her smile.Turning,she ambled home,not looking back.The man watched her and whispered,'Tm proud of you,honey,A car drove past the caf^ and as it moved beyond the table with the man,he vanished,leaving only the cigar stump smoldering in the ashtray.The embers burned,forcing smoke to curl upward to the heavens.
Arriving at her apartment,she tossed her sketchbook and keys on the side table.A sudden urge to read enveloped her.She strolled to her bookcase and rummaged through her father's collection.As she pulled one from the shelf,a slip of paper drifted to the floor.Frowning,she picked it up,blinking in shock.It Vvas a picture of the man she had just spoken to.He was dressed in his suit and his lanky form was draped in a chair with a cigar entwined in his hand,a cocky smirk curled on his lips.Flipping the picture over she squinted to make out the faded loopy scrawl.It read:Bryan Larson,1979.Under that inscription she read:Memories are the only connection we have to the past …Always remember where you came from.
Gazing at the bookcase,her dark brown eyes wide and mouth gaping,she whispered in astonishment,"Daddy?" Feeling a warm presence engulf her,tangy cigar smoke tickling her senses,she smiled.Her voice a whisper in the empty apartment,she promised,"I'll always remember …HI always remember."

她点点头,说道：”接着她被哽咽噎住了,连忙用手擦了擦泪汪汪的双眼.“我会记住的,再次谢谢你让我坐下.记得我爸爸.”她声音断了.咳嗽了一次,她继续说道,“他是我的英雄.”她站了起来,给了他个梨花带雨,满怀感激的笑容.那个男人也对她笑了笑.她转过身,头也不回地缓缓向家里走去.那个男人看着她,低声说,“亲爱的,我为你骄傲.” 一辆车经过了咖啡馆,当它越过桌子上的那个男人时,他消失了,只剩下烟灰缸上的雪茄烟头.烟头继续燃烧,烟弯弯曲曲飘上了天堂.到了公寓,她把写生簿和钥匙在茶几上.她突然想读点什么.于是她走到书架上,在她父亲的藏书中翻寻.当她从书架上抽出一本书时,一张纸条飘到了地上.微微吃惊,她皱着眉头把纸捡了起来.那是刚和她讲过话的那个男人的照片.他正坐在椅子上,穿着西装,身材显得很颀长.他手里拿着雪茄,嘴边绽放出骄傲的笑容.翻过照片,她眯起眼睛想看清已经褪色的字迹.纸上写着:1979,布莱恩拉尔森.接下去她读到：记忆是我们过去唯一共同拥有的.永远记住你是从哪来的.盯着书架 ,她惊讶地张大了深棕色的眼睛和嘴巴.“爸爸?”她小声说道.浓烈的雪茄刺激着她的感官,一股暖流包围了她,她笑了笑.空荡荡的公寓里,她轻轻地允诺,“我会永远记住的...永远记住.”