It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn’t ever feel like talking loud, and it warn’t often that we laughed—only a little kind of a low chuckle.
顺着宽阔、静谧的河流漂下去,仰躺着望着星星,心中有一种肃穆的感觉。我们从不想大声说话,也很少笑,偶尔只是低低地轻笑几声。
— Mark Twain · Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1884) · Chapter XII —