We walked in so pure and bright a light, gilding the withered grass and leaves, so softly and serenely bright, I thought I had never bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it.
我们走在如此纯净明亮的光中,枯草与落叶都被镀上金色;那光柔和而安宁,我觉得自己从未沐浴过这样一片金色的洪流,没有涟漪,也没有低语。
— Henry David Thoreau · Walking —