And then there was the language, the rhythmic cadence of it, reminding me of evenings spent listening to Bedouin elders recite hours-long narrative poems entirely from memory.
还有语言， 那带着韵律的抑扬顿挫， 让我回想起那些夜晚，倾听贝都因老人 背诵几小时的长篇叙事诗 完全凭记忆。