春天，我们用铁锨翻开园子里黑油油的沃土。

In the spring, we plunge shovels into the garden plot, turn under the dark compost.

他的鞋是用黑色皮革做的，擦得光可鉴人，看起来就像两块黑油油的镜面：你可以看见倒映在上面的那轮小巧的半弦月。

His shoes were black leather, and they were polished to such a shine that they looked like dark mirrors: you could see the moon reflected in them, tiny and half full.