dim-witted

/dim-wit/US // ˈdɪmˌwɪt //UK // (ˈdɪmˌwɪt) //

傻乎乎的,傻乎乎,傻子,傻乎乎的家伙

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n.名词 noun

adj.stupid

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Justin gazed out from the dim interior as more than 300 police motorcycles from dozens of jurisdictions rumbled past.
The essential fault lies not with the stars around him, however dim, but with himself.
Below, the thick marshland and dim lights created a scene that Breman describes as “Joseph Conrad territory.”
In a dim backroom of a mud hut in Save, 82-year-old Teresa Nyirabutunda sits propped upright in bed by her daughter, Francine.
My concerns about the study do not dim my admiration for the fund itself or the work that it does.
She opened the letter by the flickering firelight, which was stronger on the hearthrug than the light of the dim November day.
Dr. Ashton walked out of the chapel, and Val stood for a few moments where he was, looking up and down in the dim light.
Any moment, if he looked up, he would meet eyes—eyes that gazed with dim yet definite recognition into his own across the night.
He was a pretty bright sort, that same Goodell, quick-witted, nimble of tongue above the average Englishman.
The contrast between the open street and the enclosed stuffiness of the dim and crowded interior was overwhelming.

/dim-wit/US // ˈdɪmˌwɪt //UK // (ˈdɪmˌwɪt) //

傻乎乎的,傻乎乎,傻子,傻乎乎的家伙

n.名词 noun

adj.stupid

Synonyms

Antonyms

Justin gazed out from the dim interior as more than 300 police motorcycles from dozens of jurisdictions rumbled past.
The essential fault lies not with the stars around him, however dim, but with himself.
Below, the thick marshland and dim lights created a scene that Breman describes as “Joseph Conrad territory.”
In a dim backroom of a mud hut in Save, 82-year-old Teresa Nyirabutunda sits propped upright in bed by her daughter, Francine.
My concerns about the study do not dim my admiration for the fund itself or the work that it does.
She opened the letter by the flickering firelight, which was stronger on the hearthrug than the light of the dim November day.
Dr. Ashton walked out of the chapel, and Val stood for a few moments where he was, looking up and down in the dim light.
Any moment, if he looked up, he would meet eyes—eyes that gazed with dim yet definite recognition into his own across the night.
He was a pretty bright sort, that same Goodell, quick-witted, nimble of tongue above the average Englishman.
The contrast between the open street and the enclosed stuffiness of the dim and crowded interior was overwhelming.