We seem in that hour to be standing by some unseen death-bed, and in the swaying of the elms we hear the sigh of the dying day.
那一刻，我们仿佛站在一张看不见的临终床前，从摇曳的榆树间听见白昼将尽的叹息。
— Jerome K. Jerome · The Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow · On Being in the Blues —
键盘照着敲一遍，更容易记住。
不用找输入框，直接敲键盘。