The air was soft, the stars were bright, and the huge load of hay oscillated in front of them, drawn by four horses whose ponderous hoofs raised clouds of dust.

空气柔和，星星明亮，巨大的干草负载在他们面前摇晃， 由四匹马拉着， 沉重的马蹄扬起尘土。

He mowed and mowed on the hillsides, farther and farther out; mowing and turning and carting home loads of hay, as if he would never tire, —for he had a horse already, and a well-stocked farm.

他在山坡上割啊割，越割越远。割草、转动和运回家的干草，好像他永远不会厌倦，因为他已经有一匹马，还有一个储藏丰富的农场。