西斯·潘尼·奥拉号正鼓起主帆和两个大三角帆前进，美丽的白帆在阳光下如雪似银。

The Hispaniola was under her main-sail and two jibs, and the beautiful white canvas shone in the sun like snow or silver.

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在秋天的迁徙飞行中，天鹅们化身为长着翅膀的飞仙，似银箭一般刺破蓝天，此情此景不免会勾起诗意愁绪来：光阴渐长，时日变短，又是一年将来到。

Swans on their autumnal migratory flight—the celestial flutter of wings, the silver arrow of a flock splitting the sky—evoke poetic melancholy. Shadows lengthen. Days shorten. Another year closes in.

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山坡上的橡树林，树叶凋落，风儿嚎啕过处，犹如猛虎下山，威风振振。花岗石崖上，青苔斑斑，也似奇异画面；银松林里，白色茫茫。

I can roar through the leafless oaks and shout down the hillside, and it can murmur in the white pines rooted among the granite ledges where lichen makes strange hieroglyphics.

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