英语翻译

英语翻译
During my last stay in France,I took to biking down a quiet road．Round a
corner ,I found a woman sitting in front of a little shabby house．I don’t know why,but something about her attracted my interest ．I waved at her as I went by,and she must have thought I was some silly
tourist because she didn’t wave back．The same thing happened the second day．But on the third day,the old woman returned a hesitated wave ,and the next day,she nearly got out of her chair as I called out,“Morning,madam!” It became a small ritual(仪式) between us．She had no idea who I was,nor when I was coming,but she seemed to be waiting for me.
On my last ride,I bought some flowers and cycled down to the house,only to find she wasn’t there She had gone to hospital for surgeries． Disappointed ,I tied the flowers to her gate as a parting gift．Back at my place,I told Roger,the gardener,of my missed connection ．“The old lady at the corner is suffering leg injuries,through which walking has been troubling her,” he said,adding “by the quiet road there used to be a station．Whenever a train passed,the couple would see the passengers waving excitedly ,especially the children—for them,such a ride was high adventure． Thus ,everything is gone except for this couple.”
It seems that my bicycle ride called to mind her past days．As Roger said,“she has missed the trains and the waves．You brought them back to her.” By reaching out,in a way that cost me nothing ,I’d given more than I had realized.