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And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当夜间的水气用诗歌的外衣覆盖住河岸时，河岸就像披着面纱般。破旧的房屋在昏暗的天空下消失不见了，高耸的烟囱变成了希腊神殿，仓库成了夜晚的宫殿，整个城市悬居在空中，仙境就在我们面前----旅人快步往家赶；上班的人和学生们，博学和玩乐的人们在他们停止去看的那一刻开始就停止了理解，而自然，如果说曾唱过歌的话，那就是独独向艺术家，她的儿子及主宰者一展过那美妙的歌喉---对她的儿子是因为他爱她，对它的主宰者是因为他了解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

到了晚上，薄雾用诗歌穿上了一层面纱，矮小的建筑迷失在昏暗的天空下，高大的烟囱变得更加突兀，仓库置于夜色中，整个城市悬挂在天空中，所谓的人间仙境就在我们眼前——旅客也因此加快了回家了脚步；无论是工人、知识分子，还是哲人或者消遣的人，都停止了思考，仿佛他们已经不再看得到。这一次自然唱得是那么优美动听，她为艺术家一人唱着优美的歌曲。把他当做她的孩子，她的家长——之所以说她的孩子是因为他爱她，而说是她的家长是因为他懂她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当傍晚的薄雾诗意般的笼罩着河畔，就像罩着一层薄纱，落寞的大楼在阴暗的天空中迷失了自我，高高耸立的烟囱如同一座钟鼓楼，在夜色中，仓库也如同宫殿般华丽，整个城市悬挂在天空中，一片神奇的土地展现于眼前，然后一个徒步旅行者急着赶回家，一个工作狂，也是一个文人，一个智者，也是一个充满乐趣的人。不要去伤脑筋了。不要去想了，自然正在她自己的音调在歌唱，对艺术家唱着她美妙的歌曲，她歌唱她的孩子和知己，爱着她的孩子，懂她的知己。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当旁晚的迷雾以其柔纱般的诗意笼罩着河边，破旧的建筑消失在朦胧的天空，高高的烟囱变成了一座座孤立的钟楼，大大小小的仓库恍如夜色间的宫殿，整个城市悬在了空中，宛若仙境展现在我们眼前，那时候，路上的人们匆匆赶路回家；劳动者和文化人，智者和浪子，认为他们深入观察，他们也就不能理解，而只在此时才开始歌唱的大自然便把自己美妙的歌唱给艺术家---她的儿子和她的主人；说他是儿子是因为他爱她，说他是主人是因为他理解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当傍晚的迷雾用它薄纱般的诗意笼罩着河岸，古老的建筑迷失在朦胧的天空，高耸的烟囱幻化成一座座孤立的钟楼，林林总总的仓库就像夜里的宫殿整个城市都悬挂在了天空中，宛如仙境展现在我们眼前，在那时，路上的行人匆匆地赶回家；劳动者和文人，智者和浪子，他们视而不见，自然也就不能理解，而只在此时才开始歌唱的大自然便把自己美妙的歌曲献给了艺术家们——她的儿子和她的主人；说他是儿子是因为他爱她，说他是主人是因为他理解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us -- then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master - her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

每当傍晚，那富有诗意的迷雾便如面纱一般笼罩着溪边，陈旧的房屋消失在朦胧的天空，高高的烟囱犹似一座座钟楼，幢幢库房恍如夜间的宫殿，整座城市悬在空中，宛若仙境展现在我们眼前。此时此刻，路上的行人匆匆赶路回家，无论是劳动者还是饱读经书者，智慧者还是寻求乐趣者，只因为他们再也看不见什么，也就不能有所理解。而这时已经开始歌唱的大自然便把自己微妙的歌唱给艺术家，他既是她的儿子也是她的主人。说是她的儿子是因为爱他，说是她的主人是因为理解他。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

夜幕降临，那如诗般的薄雾笼罩着河畔，古老的房屋在昏暗的天空中若隐若现，高高的烟囱仿佛钟楼一般，仓库似乎也在夜色中化身成华丽的宫殿，整座城市都悬在空中，仙境般的呈现在眼前。路上的行人加快了回家的脚步，无论辛劳的工人还是儒雅的文人，无论博学的智者还是寻求快乐的人，当他们看不见时也就不能理解。而唯独自然还能尽情的歌唱，向那既是她的孩子又是她的主人的艺术家唱着动听的歌曲，因为他深深地爱着她，并充分地理解她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当夜晚的迷雾带着面纱诗意般地来到河边，老旧的房子在昏暗的夜色中渐渐模糊，高高的烟囱和仓库在夜晚也分别成为了钟楼和宫殿，这个城市犹如挂在天上一样，童话中的土地出现在我们面前，旅人加快了回家的步伐；所有的人都停止了对大自然的了解与观赏，因为大自然已用它自己的曲调，向孤独的艺术家唱出了她最美的歌曲，因为艺术家爱着大自然，因为艺术家了解大自然。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当夜晚的雾霭为河畔披上诗意般的面纱时，破旧的矮房消失在朦胧的天际，高高的烟囱好似了座座矗立的钟楼，货仓都好似夜晚的宫殿，整个城市都悬在天空，犹如仙境---无论是工人还是文人，智者还是浪荡子都匆匆赶回家，他们不明白，也没能欣赏这一切。然而自然就给他的孩子，她的主人---艺术家歌唱，婉转动听。因为是她的孩子，她的主人，所以艺术家深深的爱着她，深深地懂得她。

And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us——then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master——her son in that he loves her, her master in that he knows her.

当暮霭如柔纱诗意般地笼罩在河畔，破旧的房屋消失于迷蒙的天际，高耸的烟囱幻化成钟楼，仓库成了夜晚的宫殿，整座城市悬在空中，仿佛仙境展现在我们面前。此时，旅行者加快了回家的步伐，工人和文人，明智的人和玩乐的人，由于对此视而不见，便无法领悟这样美丽的意境。大自然只为艺术家吟唱起她那美妙的乐曲。可以说他是她的儿子亦是她的主人，因为他爱她也懂她。

The split between the two groups can hardly be papered over.

这两个团体间的分歧难以掩饰。

This approach not only encourages a greater number of responses, but minimizes the likelihood of stale groupthink.

这种做法不仅鼓励了更多的反应，而且减少跟风的可能性。