It was an evening in August, with wheat fields ripening to their harvestry--a soft violet night made for love, with the distant murmur of an unquiet sea on a rocky shore sounding through it.

那是八月的一个傍晚，麦田正渐渐成熟，等待收割——柔和的紫罗兰色夜晚，仿佛为爱而生，远处不平静的大海拍打岩岸的低吟，回荡在夜色中。