I stopped in my tracks, my heart torn asunder; but still I did not understand.

我停止了我的追踪，我的心碎成了片，但我仍然不明白是怎么回事。

I stopped in my tracks, and stood still.

我停下脚步，站着不动。

I stopped in my tracks and turned it into a sort of double thumbs-up instead.

我停了下来，把它变成了一种双重竖起大拇指。

I was internally stopped in my tracks and had to take several quiet, deep breaths.

我内心停滞不前， 不得不安静地深呼吸几次。

You know, I have to say, I mean, this kind of made me stop in my tracks.

你知道，我不得不说，我的意思是，这让我停下了脚步。

It was an unpromising storefront—a grubby 1970s exterior that promised a " Vintage Clothes Emporium, all decades, all styles, low prices." But I walked in and stopped in my tracks.

这是一个毫无前途的店面——一个 1970 年代肮脏的外观， 承诺“复古服装商场，几十年，所有款式，低价。 ” 但我走进去并停了下来。