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书籍作者:Ralph Connor
书籍类别:英文小说
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有两种方法,使人们可以到达旧斯通米尔。一,从岔路由线而与草地,繁花似锦的银行蛇之间的围墙边的伤口,以及零零落落的淡褐色不规则的团块和蓝色的山毛榉,山茱萸和刺灌木,超越于1粮食侧领域延伸只是标题这项光明日上午,并在另一边的干草领域的混合提摩太和红三叶,颜色和香水,而沿蛇栅栏,直到它来到一个珀泰托帕奇跑慷慨长条形的,反过来,导致其中一个果园里开始下拉到米尔山谷。
在与连微薄胚胎审美情趣的山嵴旅客被迫暂停。因为在那里它的甜美可爱与山谷躺在众目睽睽面前。远处的权利,从树林中的一个角度,运行米尔河填补宽边闪闪发光的池塘到大坝的绿色银行。除了池塘坡草地草地表明下一个开放山毛榉和枫树树林绿色。在池塘的这边岸上一果园跑下山到水边,并在靠近大坝的角落,在一个古柳丛,经受住了旧斯通米尔,并附有房子,穿过米尔亚德棚和谷仓,所有这些都是一个整洁家庭主妇的厨房整洁。左边的工厂与绿色草坪铺就的大坝和平静闪闪发光的池塘,走丢了绿色的田野许多阴影的颜色,通过运行米尔河,发泡仿佛被激怒,它应该是一个短暂的空间,甚至暂停在其流,为他人的意志。然后,超出了许多成荫领域,老虎伍兹再一次,云杉和落叶松,在那里流进来了,枫树和更高层次上的山毛榉。这是一种方法的轧机,农民的方式与他们的谷物或老查博伊尔的燕麦走上研磨。
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There were two ways by which one could get to the Old Stone Mill. One, from the sideroad by a lane which, edged with grassy, flower- decked banks, wound between snake fences, along which straggled irregular clumps of hazel and blue beech, dogwood and thorn bushes, and beyond which stretched on one side fields of grain just heading out this bright June morning, and on the other side a long strip of hay fields of mixed timothy and red clover, generous of colour and perfume, which ran along the snake fence till it came to a potato patch which, in turn, led to an orchard where the lane began to drop down to the Mill valley.
At the crest of the hill travellers with even the merest embryonic aesthetic taste were forced to pause. For there the valley with its sweet loveliness lay in full view before them. Far away to the right, out of an angle in the woods, ran the Mill Creek to fill the pond which brimmed gleaming to the green bank of the dam. Beyond the pond a sloping grassy sward showed green under an open beech and maple woods. On the hither side of the pond an orchard ran down hill to the water's edge, and at the nearer corner of the dam, among a clump of ancient willows, stood the Old Stone Mill, with house attached, and across the mill yard the shed and barn, all neat as a tidy housewife's kitchen. To the left of the mill, with its green turf-clad dam and placid gleaming pond, wandered off green fields of many shading colours, through which ran the Mill Creek, foaming as if enraged that it should have been even for a brief space paused in its flow to serve another's will. Then, beyond the many-shaded fields, woods again, spruce and tamarack, where the stream entered, and maple and beech on the higher levels. That was one way to the mill, the way the farmers took with their grist or their oats for old Charley Boyle to grind.