英語翻譯
He finished his tea,went inside,found a book,then turned on the porch light on his way back out.After sitting down again,he looked at the book.It was old,the cover was torn,and the pages were stained with mud and water.It was Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman,and he had carried it with him throughout the war.He let the book open randomly and read the words in front of him.
He smiled to himself.For some reason,Whitman always reminded him of his happy childhood.He was glad he had come back.Though he had been away for fourteen years,this was home and he knew a lot of people here,most of them from his youth.It wasn’t surprising.Like so many southern towns,the people who lived here never changed,they just grew a bit older.