“The moods were many and transient” (W.H. Hudson).

“心绪纷繁但往往如过往烟云” (W·H·哈得孙）。

And let me the canakin clink， clink；And let me the canakin clink A soldier's a man；A life's but a span；Why， then， let a soldier drink.

一瓶一瓶复一瓶，饮击瓶玎珰鸣.我为无情，命倏如烟云，聊持浮生。