Dickon got up himself, laughing and glowing, and tousled; his eyes like a bit of the sky.

狄肯自己站了起来，笑容闪闪发亮，头发也乱了。眼睛看起来有点像天空。

Tousled hair, tick.

蓬乱的头发，标志性的。

Edward chuckled and ran his free hand through his tousled bronze hair.

爱德华轻笑，用空闲的手捋了捋他蓬松的青铜色头发。

She walked forward and embraced him and stroked his tousled white hair.

她走上前拥抱他并轻抚他凌乱的白发。

She tousled his hair again and smiled. "My little Benji; always the heartbreaker."

她又弄乱他的头发，微笑着说“我的本儿总是最伤心的一个。”