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

在我工作中，有时我身体颤抖，我太愤怒了。

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，我城市，充满期待。

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

疼痛传遍我全身，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、会呼吸实体，充满机，但历史悠久。

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

另一个人脉搏在他脉搏上稳定地跳动。

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

喜欢电子舞曲人表示，低音会产一种让他随之律动感觉。

" 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，花药位置，在花冠筒下半边；而在别花中，花药在最顶端，形成了花线头形状花心。

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，在俄罗斯上流社会心跳声中，《战争与和平》和《安娜卡列尼娜》成型，它叙述与托尔斯泰自己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.

我可以准确地象它， 雨滴打在火车车厢车顶上，玻璃上冒着令人欣慰蒸汽， 木头，潮湿，外面母鸡躲在一辆滴水手推车下。

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，不顾她两次长途旅行，凝视着它，仿佛从它许多故事中发出沉重声音对她来说是自豪音乐。

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.

他在 Ulpia 继谈话，科利斯·克莱 (Collis Clay) 走到他餐桌旁坐下，一位才华横溢吉他手在堆满酒桶地窖里敲打着“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，我回到自己房间，凝视着窗外石门和中世纪时期城垛。我到了积极自由，到了自我强迫可能意义，直到我头隐隐作痛。