The light sparkled golden in the dancing poplar leaves, and brought the hills into communion with our eyes.
阳光在舞动的白杨叶间闪出金色光点,让山丘与我们的目光相通。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · An Inland Voyage · The Oise in Flood —
The light sparkled golden in the dancing poplar leaves, and brought the hills into communion with our eyes.
阳光在舞动的白杨叶间闪出金色光点,让山丘与我们的目光相通。