In my work, sometimes my body thrums, I'm so enraged.

在我的工作中，有时我的身体颤抖，我太愤怒。

There is activity every where and a ceaseless thrum of electrical energy.

活动到处存在，电流不停流动。

The city, my city, thrums with anticipation.

这座城市，我的城市，待。

Pain thrummed through my body, yet the fight wasn't over.

疼痛传遍我的全身，但战斗还没有结束。

The city was a living, breathing entity, thrumming with life yet steeped in history.

这座城市是一个活的、会呼吸的实体，机，但历史悠久。

The steady thrum of another person's pulse against his.

另一个人的脉搏在他的脉搏上稳定地跳动。

So, people who enjoy electronic dance music, or EDM, report that the thrumming bass produces a sensation that makes them want to move.

喜欢电子舞曲的人表示，持续的低音会产一种让他们想要随之律动的感觉。

" I'm sure he's in the fray, " she said, rolling her eyes at the ceiling, which thrummed with the thudding of feet.

" 我肯定他正在上面嚷嚷。" 她说，眼睛转向天花板，上面响起沉重的脚步声。

Yes; in the pin-eyed flower the dust-spikes are placed half-way down the tube, but in the other they are right at the top, and form its " thrum" eye.

长花柱花中，花药的位置，在花冠筒的下半边；而在别的花中，花药在最顶端，花的线头状的花心。

It was there, in the thrumming heartbeat of Russian high society, where 'War and Peace' and 'Anna Karenina' took shape, their narratives woven with threads of Tolstoy's own life and philosophy.

正是在那里，在俄罗斯上流社会的心跳声中，《战争与和平》和《安娜卡列尼娜》型，它们的叙述与托尔斯泰自己的活和哲学交织在一起。

I could picture it exactly, the rain thrumming on the roof of the railway carriage, the glass that steamed comfortingly, the wood, the damp, and the hens outside sheltering under a dripping wheelbarrow.

我可以准确地想象它， 雨滴打在火车车厢的车顶上，玻璃上冒着令人欣慰的蒸汽， 木头，潮湿，外面的母鸡躲在一辆滴水的手推车下。

Heedless of the smoke and mud and wet, and of her two long journeys, she was gazing at it, as if the heavy thrum that issued from its many stories were proud music to her.

她不顾烟雾、泥泞和潮湿，不顾她的两次长途旅行，凝视着它，仿佛从它的许多故事中发出的沉重的声音对她来说是自豪的音乐。

They continued the conversation in the Ulpia, where Collis Clay came over to their table and sat down, and a gifted guitar player thrummed and rumbled " Suona Fanfara Mia" in the cellar piled with wine casks.

他们在 Ulpia 继续谈话，科利斯·克莱 (Collis Clay) 走到他们的餐桌旁坐下，一位才华横溢的吉他手在堆酒桶的地窖里敲打着“Suona Fanfara Mia”。

After the lecture, I returned to my room, where I stared out my window at the stone gate with its medieval battlements. I thought of positive liberty, and of what it might mean to self-coerce, until my head thrummed with a dull ache.

下课后，我回到自己的房间，凝视着窗外的石门和中世纪时的城垛。我想到积极自由，想到自我强迫可能的意义，直到我的头隐隐作痛。