评论
打印
There we put up our tent, and we cook and eat our simple supper. Then we fill our pipes and we sit and talk quietly. Sometimes we stop for a moment or two and we listen to the water as it plays gently against the boat. The silver moon shines down on us and our heads are full of beautiful thoughts. We sit in silence for a time. We do not want to speak. Then we laugh quietly, put away our pipes, say 'Goodnight 'and go to bed. The peaceful sound of the water against the boat sends us to sleep and we dream. We dream that the world is young again…
我们在那里支起帐篷，做点简单的晚餐，吃完饭，我们装满烟斗，坐在那儿娓娓清谈。聊一会儿天，我们便歇一会儿，听着河水轻轻拍着小船。银色的月光洒在身上，我们不禁浮想联翩。一时大家端坐在寂静里，心头一番滋味无以言表。我们静静相视一笑，放下烟斗，互道一声晚安，起身去睡觉。河水潺潺，轻拍船舷，送我们入梦。在梦里，世界重新变得年轻……
"And what about when it rains?" Harris said.
“可是，要是下起雨来怎么办呢？”哈里斯问。
He was right. When it rains, you do not enjoy living in tents.
他说的没错，下雨天露营实在是令人难以消受。
I thought about it again…
我又联想起来……
It is evening. You are very wet. There is a lot of water in the boat and everything in it is wet, too.
你看，天色已晚，你全身已经湿透，船里到处是水，所有东西都打湿了。
