潜意识中的田园诗~黑斯廷斯

Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision, we always see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls. --Robert Hastings
在我们的潜意识中总隐藏着一派田园诗般的风景。我们仿佛处在一次横跨大陆的迢迢旅途之中。我们乘着火车，领略着窗外流动的景色： 附近高速公路上驰骋的汽车，十字路口处挥手的孩童，远处山坡上吃草的牛群，不断从电厂排放出的烟尘，一片一片的玉米和小麦，平原和山谷，群山和绵延的丘陵，天空衬托下城市的轮廓，以及乡间的庄园宅第。--黑斯廷斯