我父亲曾是个神枪手。
His family could only cry and watch this expert marksman twist and writhe in his death agonies.他的家人只能嚎啕大哭,眼睁睁地看着这个出色的神枪手在扭曲翻滚中痛苦地死去。
An expert marksman even as a boy, he loved the bamboo groves around his house, because they provided so many targets for him to shoot.他照旧一个孩子的时候就是个神枪手,他很是喜欢本身家旁边的竹林,因为哪里有许多他射击的工具。