英语短篇小说 | Odour of Chrysanthemums 菊香 戴维·赫伯特·劳伦斯
The small locomotive engine, Number 4, came clanking, stumbling down from Selston--with seven full waggons. It appeared round the corner with loud threats of speed, but the colt that it startled from among the gorse, which still flickered indistinctly in the raw afternoon, outdistanced it at a canter.