《月亮升起来》,彼得·斯坦哈特(Peter Steinhart)的观月记。 ▍英文原文 Spell of the Rising Moon Peter Steinhart There is a hill near my house that Ioften climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-offmurmur. In the hush of dark I share thecheerfulness of crickets and the confidence ...
Suddenly, the ridge itself seemed to burst into flame. Then, the rising moon, huge and red and grotesquely misshapen by the dust and sweat of the summer atmosphere, loomed up out of the woods. But as the moon lifted off the ridge it gathered firmness and authority. Itscomplexionchanged ...
《月亮升起来》,彼得·斯坦哈特(Peter Steinhart)的观月记。 ▍英文原文 Spell of the Rising Moon Peter Steinhart There is a hill near my house that Ioften climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-offmurmur. In the hush of dark I share thecheerfulness of crickets and the confidence ...
The sun had set, and I was watching what seemed to be the bright-orange glow of a forest fire beyond a ridge to the east. Suddenly, the ridge itself seemed to burst into flame.Then, the rising moon, huge and red and grotesquely misshapen by the dust and sweat of the summer atmosph...
内容提示: Spell of the rising moon By Peter Steinhart There is a hill near my hoe that I often climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-off murmur. In the hush of dark I share the cheerfulness of crickets and the confidence of owls. But it is the drama of the moonrise ...
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Spell (=Magic power) of the (raise<->) Rising Moon by Peter Steinhart [1] There is a hill (->hilly丘陵的) near my home that I often climb at night. [2] The noise of the city is a far-off (遥远的) murmur (咕哝, 低语). In the hush (vt./n.安静) of dark (光线...
Spell of the Rising Moon - Peter Steinhart 散文欣赏——《月亮升起来》 There is a hill near my home that I often climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-off murmur. In the hush of dark I share the cheerfulness of crickets and the confidence of owls. But it is the drama ...
《月亮升起来》,彼得·斯坦哈特(Peter Steinhart)的观月记。 ▍英文原文 Spell of the Rising Moon Peter Steinhart There is a hill near my house that Ioften climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-offmurmur. In the hush of dark I share thecheerfulness of crickets and the confidence ...