The voice of the fall was now low, and the grand spring and summer floods had waned to sifting, drifting gauze and thin-broidered folds of linked and arrowy lace-work.

秋天的声音沉了，盛大的春夏洪水已退去，变成了筛子、漂流的细密的绣花褶皱，连接着箭状的花边。