I looked up; a pale glimmer of moonbeams had alighted on the summit of the Spy-glass, and soon after I saw something broad and silvery moving low down behind the trees, and knew the moon had risen.
我抬起头,一缕淡淡的月光已经落在望远镜山的峰顶;不久,我看见树后低处有一片宽阔的银光移动,便知道月亮升起来了。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · Treasure Island (1883) —