你昨天都哭得稀里哗啦了。

You were nearly crying your head off yesterday.

那些男孩稀里哗啦地进入教室里。

The boys crashed into the classroom.

你报答她，把邻居的玻璃砸得稀里哗啦。

You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor's window.

幸运的是，旋转着的搅拌桶里的牛奶突然变了调子，这时候从稀里哗啦的声音变成了咕唧咕唧的声音。

Fortunately for her the milk in the revolving churn at that moment changed its squashing for a decided flick-flack.

就算没占到座位，在陌生的人海中间拥挤着，甚至听着身边有人吹口风琴、或者稀里哗啦的往投币箱扔硬币，或者和朋友喝完酒后，跌跌撞撞地回家，人们仍然不能改变在地铁里读书的习惯。

Even without a seat, even while pressed with strangers into human panini, even as someone plays a keyboard harmonica and rattles a cup of change, even when stumbling home after a party.