She was tiny and soft against my palms. I ran out towards the flowers. She was too weak to perch; I cupped her in my palm and held her up to each flower to drink.
我跑向花叢,然而這隻蜂鳥太虛弱了,站都站不起來。於是我舉著它,讓它挨個吸食每朵花的花蜜。
Slowly, she perked up and her claws tightened on my finger. Then she spread her wings and flew on her own: a tiny, sweet miracle.