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There was an intelligence in the winds of the hills and in the solemn stillness of the buried foliage that could not be misleading. It entered into my heart and I could have wept, not that I did not see, but that I could not portray all I felt.
在群山的风声中，在隐密的树叶的肃静中，有一种不会误导人的智慧。它进入我的内心，我本可以哭泣，不是因为我没有看到，而是因为我无法描述我所有的感受。