On either hand were shadowy orchards; cottages lay low among the leaves, and sent their smoke to heaven; every here and there, in an opening, appeared the great gold face of the west.
两旁是幽暗的果园;农舍低伏在枝叶间,向天空升起炊烟;不时从空隙里,露出西天那一大片金色的面容。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · An Inland Voyage · Pont-sur-Sambre · We Are Pedlars —