" Why are those needles and pins sticking out of your head? " asked the Tin Woodman.

“这些针和钉为什么戳出在你的头外面？”

Needles and pins...-Yeah, yeah...sprouting from my fingers and toes like--like--like...lord, god, give me a simile.

麻木...-对，对...从我的手指和脚趾发芽像－像－像，主啊，上帝，给我个比喻。

No, there was nothing but common needles and pins, and dried tulip-petals between the paper leaves where she had written down her little money-accounts.

不，只有普通的针和别针，以及她记下她的小钱账户的纸页之间的干郁金香花瓣。