As night fell on Cojimar, the old man lay in his shack, his body weary, but his spirit undiminished.

夜幕降临科吉马尔，老人躺在小屋里，身体疲惫，但精神丝毫未减。

His story echoed in the village of Cojimar, in the hearts of the villagers, and especially in the heart of young Manolin.

他的故事在科伊马尔村回荡，在村民的心中，尤其是在年轻的马诺林的心中。

In the small, sun-washed village of Cojimar, the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, reflecting off the gentle waves of the sea.

在阳光普照的科希马尔小村庄，黎明的第一道曙光掠过地平线，反射着温柔的海浪。