At last the guns and the thunder dropped off; the sun shone on the wet meadows; the air was scented with the breath of rejoicing trees and grass; and the river kept unweariedly carrying us on at its best pace.
终于,炮声和雷声渐渐消歇;阳光照在湿润的草地上,空气中弥漫着草木欢欣的气息,河流仍不知疲倦地以最快的速度载着我们前行。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · An Inland Voyage · Down the Oise: Through the Golden Valley —