我们四周的田野里,盛开着紫红色的罂粟花,下午的熏风拂弄着日见黄熟的黑麦,而荞麦则宛若处子,伫立天陲,像是远方修道院的粉墙。静静的沃伦逶迤西行,离开我们,朝白桦林珍珠般亮闪闪的雾霭而去,随后又爬上野花似锦的山冈,将困乏的双手胡乱地伸进啤酒草的草丛。橙黄色的太阳浮游天 In the fields around us, purple poppies are in full bloom. In the afternoon, the smoky winds are ripping on the yellow rye. The buckwheat is just like a deceit, standing like a wall of a distant monastery. Silently, Warren bowed west and left us to go to the birch-like pearls and glittering mists. Then she climbed up to the wildflower hills and put her sleepy hands into the grass of beergrass. Orange sun floats in the sky