In the growing dusk, faint rustlings began to run to and fro among the fallen leaves; from time to time a faint chirping or cheeping noise would fall upon my ear; and from time to time I thought I could see the movement of something swift and indistinct between the chestnuts.
暮色渐浓,落叶间开始传来来回游移的细微窸窣声;不时有轻轻的啁啾声落入耳中,我又不时觉得,栗树之间仿佛有模糊的身影迅疾掠过。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes · In the Valley of the Tarn —