介绍： Thousands Are Sailing
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It is the month of September, in the year 1866,
一八六六年九月，

an English gentleman Edwin Waugh, who was traveling through the North of Ireland, wrote home to his family:
一位英国绅士爱德温•沃夫，在旅经北爱尔兰途中写下家书：

"I was at Ballymena station the other day, wh...

介绍： Thousands Are Sailing
读/译 CRIMX

It is the month of September, in the year 1866,
一八六六年九月，

an English gentleman Edwin Waugh, who was traveling through the North of Ireland, wrote home to his family:
一位英国绅士爱德温•沃夫，在旅经北爱尔兰途中写下家书：

"I was at Ballymena station the other day, when I saw a distressing scene.
“那天在巴利米纳车站，我见到了一幕心酸的场景。

A company of stout young peasants were leaving by the train, for Londonderry, from whence they were to take shipping for America.
一群年轻粗壮的农民正登上火车前往伦敦德里郡，从那里他们将乘船远渡美国。

The whole platform was crowded with their friends and relatives,
攘来熙往的站台充满了前来送别的亲戚朋友，

all simple, rustic folk, - from hoary-headed age, leaning upon its staff, to the unconscious infant, crowing in its mother's arms.
都是纯厚朴实的村民 - 上至白发苍颜的老人，倚靠着拐杖；下至不谙世事的婴儿，蜷缩于母怀。

That parting scene was painfully touching.
难舍难分的画面十分悲恻动人。

Every eye was drowned in tears; and the wild, unrestrained cries of affection, as they embraced each other, again and again, moved even the porters, to whom such scenes were familiar.
泪水洒满了站台，炽燥的真情随着嚎啕大哭流露，融化在一遍又一遍的拥抱…… 连一旁的搬运工也不由为之动容，即便他们每天都能见到这样的场景。

As the train began to move slowly away, two or three of those upon the platform clung, screaming, to the carriage doors, until dragged away;
随着火车缓缓启动，站台上的一些人依然不愿意放手，对着车厢门竭力呼喊，直到不得不被分离……

and, amongst the wild outcry that arose from those left behind, one poor woman fell back upon a seat against the wall, wailing, "Oh, my darlin'! my darlin'!"
在送别人群的嘶喊声中，一位落魄的妇女瘫坐在靠墙的椅子上，啜泣着，“噢，我的爱人！我的爱人！”

whilst an old white-haired man, hard by, dropped down upon his knees, and, with uplifted arms, cried, "Oh, may the hand of the blessed God be above thee, my own son!"’
此时一位白发苍苍的老人，在一旁缓缓地屈膝下跪，双臂举起呼天，“噢，愿称颂神之手眷顾着你，我的孩儿！”