And through the swaying, palpitant vision, as through a fairy mirage, he stared at the real woman, sitting there and talking of literature and art.

他穿过那摇晃搏动幻景有如穿过仙灵市蜃楼望坐在那儿大谈其文学艺术现实中。

Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds.

在惊涛骇浪潮底下，他看到藻正懒洋洋地伸直开来，勉强地摇摆胳膊，裙裾撩得高又高，在窃窃私语水里摇曳并翻转羞怯银叶。