英语翻译拜托不要用翻译机器.One in several millions,I said to myself many

英语翻译
拜托不要用翻译机器.
One in several millions,I said to myself many times,as if the key,the answer to it all,lay there.The phrase was heavy on my lips,stubbornly resistant to knowledge.Sometimes I said the words out of con- text to see if by deflection,some quirk of physics,the meaning would suddenly come to me.Thanks for the beans,mother,I said to her at lunch,you're one in millions.Mother looked at me oddly,pursed her lips and offered me more rice.At this club,when father served a clean ace to win the Retired-Wallahs Rotating Cup,I pointed out that he was one in a million.Oh,the serve was one in a million,father protested modestly.But he seemed pleased.Still,this wasn't what I was looking for,and in time the phrase slipped away from me,lost its magic urgency,became as bland as 'Pass the salt' or 'Is the bath water hot?' If Sol was one in a million,I was one among far less; a dozen,say.He was chosen.I was ordinary.He had been touched and transformed by forces I didn't understand.I was left cleaning out the cupboard.There was one way to bridge the chasm,to bring Sol back to life,but I would wait to try it until the most magical of moments.I would wait until the moment was so right and shimmering that Sol would have to come back.This was my weapon that nobody knew of,not even mother,even though she had pursed her lips up at the beans.This was between Sol and me.

百里挑一,我告诉自己许多次,它就像一把万能钥匙,一个可以解答所有的问题的答案,就摆在那里.这样说似乎违背常理,因此当我想说出口时却感到无比沉重.有时我断章取义的说出来,是想捉狭的看看它是否有其它的含义,但我突然间理解了它的含义.谢谢您做的豆子,妈妈.我吃饭的时候对她说,"您就是百里挑一的".妈妈抿着嘴,奇怪的看着我,又帮我盛了些饭.在俱乐部里,当爸爸用一个漂亮的发球赢得退休职员轮值杯的时候,我告诉他,“您是百里挑一的”.他谦虚的反驳我,“哦,这记发球才是百里挑一呢”.可他看上去很开心.虽然这句话我能脱口而出,但这并不是我要的答案,它已经失去了魔力,变的像“请把盐递给我”或是“洗澡水好了吗”这种话一般空洞了.如果索尔是百里挑一的话,你看,我也只是12个人当中微不足道的一个.我再平凡不过了.他经过了力量的洗礼发生了蜕变,而我不懂.我起身去清理柜子.只有一条路能连接这道裂痕,让索尔回到这个世界,但我必须等待那神圣一刻的到来才能尝试,那个正确的,闪耀的时刻.等到那时,索尔就会回来了.这是我的秘密武器,没有人知道,甚至包括我的母亲,尽管她朝豆子撅了撅嘴.但这个秘密只有我和索尔知道.