From time to time a warm wind rustled down the valley, and set all the chestnuts dangling their bunches of foliage and fruit; the ear was filled with whispering music, and the shadows danced in tune.
不时有暖风沙沙地掠下山谷,吹得所有栗树摇曳起成簇的枝叶与果实;耳边满是低语般的音乐,影子也随着节拍起舞。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes · The Heart of the Country —