“I met Daniel on the same day. He w

“I met Daniel on the same day. He was in the hospital because he had just lost both of his parents. A hate crime. Of course we bonded instantly and just a few weeks later he told me that he was in love with me. I loved him back. When my father met his. . .” she paused, “New wife Daniel and I moved here, to this town. I wanted to stay close to my family but I didn't want to see him so happy with another woman on a daily basis. Daniel got a job at the tailor. In the back, of course. And I worked at the diner.”
“What happened to Daniel?” John asked all of a sudden.
Clara took a deep breath. “I should probably check on the turkey. Don't want it to burn.”

She got up and headed towards the kitchen, shrugging off the memories she had just woken by talking about her past, reminding herself that all of that had happened a long time ago. Today was going to be a good day and the ghosts of Christmas past weren't going to ruin that for her.
Once the turkey was done Clara and John settled at the dining table, eating, talking about unimportant things, laughing, drinking the eggnog and eating the shortbread fingers she had made, listening to the Christmas songs on the radio. John complimented her on the food repeatedly, vowing that it was the best thing he had ever eaten.
“I can't believe I almost spent Christmas with my dad and the stepmonster,” Clara laughed, “This is a lot nicer.”
“It's nice indeed,” John replied, smiling at her, “I'm also looking forward to New Year's Eve. I'm curious how you celebrate it over here.”
“Uhm, just dancing, drinking and staring into the sky, waiting for fireworks. Why? Is it different in the UK?”
John laughed. “No, not really.”
Clara turned her head, her gaze dropping to the guitar he had brought. “Hey, how about some home made Christmas music now? Or did you bring the guitar for decoration?”
“I'll help you with the dishes first,” John said and rose from his seat, his hands already on the dirty plates.
“No,” Clara stopped him by grabbing his hand, “Leave them for later.”

She settled on her bed and John joined her after he had plugged in the amplifier and picked up his guitar. She rested her head on his shoulder as he began tuning his instrument.
“John?”
“Yes?”
“Merry Christmas,” Clara said softly.
“Merry Christmas,” he replied and although she couldn't see his face she knew that he was smiling. She closed her eyes and listened to him play, hoping that he wouldn't stop for a long while.

結果 (中文) 1:

"我遇到了丹尼尔在同一天。他是在医院里，因为他只是失去了他的父母。仇恨犯罪。当然我们保税立即和几个星期后他告诉我他爱上我了。我爱他回来。当我的父亲与他相遇......时"她停顿了一下，"我和丹尼尔的新妻子搬到这里，来到这座城市。我想要呆在我的家人，但我不想看到他这么开心和另一个女人在日常的基础上。丹尼尔在裁缝店找到一份工作。在后面的课程。我在餐馆工作。"发生了什么给丹尼尔？"约翰突然问。克拉拉深吸一口气。"我可能应检查土耳其。不想它烧。她起身走向厨房，摆脱她刚醒来的谈论她过去，提醒自己这一切都发生了很久以前的记忆。今天会个好日子，圣诞节过去的鬼魂不会毁掉一切对她来说。土耳其完成克拉拉和约翰安定了餐桌上，吃、 谈论无关紧要的事情，笑着，喝蛋酒和吃她做的脆饼手指，听收音机的圣诞歌曲。约翰称赞她在食物上反复，誓言，正是他所吃过的最好的事情。"不能相信我几乎和我爸爸和 stepmonster 一起度过圣诞节，"克拉拉笑道，"这是一个非常和蔼。"它是确实好，"约翰回答，微笑着她，"我也盼望新年除夕。我很好奇你如何庆祝它在这里。"嗯，只是跳舞、 喝酒、 瞪着天空，等着看烟火。为什么呢？是它在英国不同？"约翰笑了起来。"不，不是真的."克拉拉把她头，凝视的目光放到吉他他给带来了。"嘿，怎么样一些首页现在做圣诞音乐吗？还是你带装饰的吉他吗？"我帮你洗碗第一，"约翰说，和玫瑰从他的座位，他的手已经上的脏盘子。"不，"克拉拉拦住了他，抓住他的手，"留给他们以后。她停在她的床上和约翰加入她之后他插入了放大器中，捡起他的吉他。她把头在他的肩上，他开始调整他的乐器。"约翰？""是吗？""圣诞快乐，"克拉拉轻声说。"圣诞快乐，"他回答说，虽然她看不见他的脸，她知道他在微笑。她闭上眼睛，听着他玩，希望他不会停止了很长时间。

結果 (中文) 3:

“我在同一天遇见了丹尼尔。他在医院里，因为他刚失去双亲。仇恨犯罪。当然我们马上就有了，几个星期后他告诉我他爱上我了。我爱他。当我的父亲遇见他。“她停了一下，”新的妻子丹尼尔和我搬到这里，到这个城市。我想和我的家人呆在一起，但我不想看到他和其他女人在一起，每天都很开心。丹尼尔在裁缝店找到了一份工作。在后面，当然。我在餐厅工作。”“丹尼尔发生了什么事？“翰突然问。克拉拉深呼吸。“我应该检查一下火鸡。不想让它燃烧。”她起身走向厨房，摆脱她刚刚谈论她的过去，唤醒记忆，提醒自己，这一切都发生在很久以前的事了。今天是一个很好的日子，圣诞节的幽灵不会让她被毁灭了。一旦土耳其做克拉拉和约翰坐在餐桌吃饭，谈论一些无关紧要的东西，笑，喝蛋酒和吃饼干的手指她，听圣诞歌曲在电台。约翰称赞她对食物的反复，并认为这是他所吃过的最好的事情。“我不能相信我几乎度过圣诞和我爸爸和stepmonster，”克拉拉笑着说，“这是一个很好的。”“真的很好，”他对她微笑，“我也期待着新年的前夕。我很好奇你是怎么在这里庆祝的。”“嗯，只是跳舞，喝酒，凝视着天空，等待着烟花。为什么？在英国有什么不同吗？“约翰笑了。“不，不是真的。”克拉拉转过头，目光落在他所带来的吉他上。“嘿，一些家里的圣诞音乐现在怎么样？还是你把吉他带了装饰？““我先帮你洗碗，”他说，从座位上站起来，双手已经放在脏盘子上了。“不，”克拉拉抓住他的手，“离开他们，”他阻止了他。她坐在她的床上，然后在他插上了他的吉他手后，加入了她。当他开始调整自己的乐器时，她把头靠在他的肩膀上。“约翰？““是吗？““圣诞快乐，”克拉拉轻声说。“圣诞快乐，”他回答道，尽管她看不见自己的脸，但她知道他在笑。她闭上眼睛，听他演奏，希望他不会停下来很久。