The hummingbird¹ was lost in the supermarket, exhausted², starving, and near death as it spiraled towards the ground on helpless wings.

一只蜂鸟在超市里迷路了，它疲惫不堪且饥饿难耐，由于无力挥动双翼，小蜂鸟飞得越来越低，眼看就要奄奄一息。

I snatched her away from the crushing carts, cupped her in my hands, and rushed for the exit.

我一把将它抓住，让它免于遭受被推车碾压的命运。我小心翼翼地托着蜂鸟，向出口跑去，感到它小而柔软的身体躺在我的掌心。

She was tiny and soft against my palms. I ran out towards the flowers. She was too weak to perch³; I cupped her in my palm and held her up to each flower to drink.

我跑向花丛，然而这只蜂鸟太虚弱了，站都站不起来。于是我举着它，让它挨个吸食每朵花的花蜜。

Slowly, she perked⁴ up and her claws tightened⁵ on my finger. Then she spread her wings and flew on her own: a tiny, sweet miracle.

渐渐地蜂鸟有了精神，它的爪子抓紧了我的手指，之后它挥动着翅膀飞了起来——这小小的，甜蜜的奇迹。