The streets are canals of motionless air fading into infinity like screaming sirens: motionless air, glassy with frost or soft with haze, stirred only by the trams skimming by on their rails.
街道如同一条运河,静止的空气在其中就像发出尖叫的汽笛:静止的空气,霜冻一般光滑,烟雾一般柔软,被徐徐划过的有轨电车的尾部所惊扰。