I seem to recall best a journey we made by tram one winter night.
我似乎记得最美好的一次旅行，我们乘电车在一个冬天的夜晚。
We were going to visit my Granny at Westoe, and I was very excited, because an evening excursion was something quite unheard of for me. It had been raining; the gas lamps lit the gleaming pavements and cobbles with a doubled radiance. The shaking tram wires were sending down showers of white raindrops. Everything in the ram seemed fresh and glittering. The breezy windows sparkled with long zigzags of rain and the passing street lamp flared gorgeously through the panels of blue and yellow and ruby glass. Outside, it was cold and windy, and we could feel the gale buffeting against the side of the tram, making it sway and lurch ore than usual, and throwing the passengers of song, and the fresh, clean, cold sea-wind was blowing right through the upper deck. Above, a high half-moon seemed to be skidding along on its back through piles of black, white-lined rags. It was a wild night, with a sense of magic in the offing. The people in the tram did not like ordinary mortals; a kind of exhilaratinggaietyhadseizedthem,anditseseememed to lighten their bodies and illuminate their faces. At times I was sure we were really flying.
我们打算去韦斯托看望我的奶奶，我非常兴奋，因为晚上的远足对我来说是闻所未闻的。天一直在下雨，煤气灯把闪闪发光的人行道和鹅卵石照得双倍发亮。摇摇晃晃的电车电线下起阵阵白雨滴。公羊身上的每样东西都显得又新鲜又闪闪发光。微风轻拂的窗户上闪烁着长长的曲折的雨水，路过的路灯在蓝、黄、红宝石色的玻璃板上闪闪发光。外面，又冷又刮风，我们可以感觉到大风冲击着电车的一侧，使电车比平时摇晃摇晃，把宋的乘客甩了出去，清新、寒冷的海风正从上层甲板吹过。上图中，一轮高高的半月似乎正从一堆黑白相间的破布中滑过。那是一个狂野的夜晚，马上就要有魔力了。电车里的人不喜欢普通的凡人；一种令人兴奋的感觉抓住了他们，似乎要照亮他们的身体，照亮他们的脸。有时我确信我们真的在飞行。