天空一片灰暗，没有丝毫的日光。
The sky was
a sheet of
murky grey, completely devoid of sunlight.
海水的蓝色浓得惊人，舐岸的微波吐出群鱼喋噏的声韵。
The sea was a ghastly dark blue. The
gentle waves
licking at the shore gave forth a humming sound like that of fish in shoals.
这是暴风雨欲来时的先兆。
All that foreboded a
storm.
海中的岛屿和乌木的雕刻一样静凝着了。
Some isles in the sea stood
quiet and still like
ebony sculptures.
我携着中食的饭匣向沙岸上走来，在一只泊系着的渔舟里面坐着。
I walked towards the sandy beach carrying my lunch-box and then sat
inside a fishing boat moored at the
seashore.
一种淡白无味的凄凉的情趣——我把饭匣打开，又闭上了。
What an insipid and dreary scene! I opened the lunch-box only to
have it covered up
again.
回头望见松原里的一座孤寂的火葬场。红砖砌成的高耸的烟囱口上，冒出了一笔灰白色的飘忽的轻烟……
Looking back, I caught sight of a lonely crematorium looming out of a pine wood. Its
towering red-brick chimney was giving off
wisps of greyish
smoke.
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