Lester blew on it, and, just as I'd heard the factory boys tell it, the powder rose in a swirl, casting off into the air and disappearing.
莱斯特吹了吹它，正如我听工厂男孩们说的那样，粉末升起变成了一个旋儿，消失在空气中不见了。
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The reporters from Xinjiang who stumbled on the factory last week described a place where men in tattered clothing ground rocks by hand to produce sand and talcum powder.
Elsewhere in the factory, however, over the charcoal fires where the tea was roasted, Fortune discovered a man cooking a bright yellow powder into a paste.