I put down my book and watched the white smokedrift over the lawn. I tried to inhale. and not to exhale. I enjoyed this smell very much and I wanted to keep it inside me.
我放下手里的书,望着青白烟渐渐地铺满了草地,尽量只吸进不呼出,我很珍惜这味道,我要让它留在我这儿。
2
They are so fragile, so ethereal, that it seems even the sound of the rivers might shatter them as they appear to drift like crystal smoke along the Banks.