Her hand was plashing in the little waterfall, and her eyes were bent the same way.

她手在小瀑布中嬉戏，她也同样弯曲。

There was a breath of freshness from the water, and the soft plash of tiny waves caressed the ear.

水里有一股清新气息， 细小波浪轻柔地拍打着耳朵。

They could hear the curlew whistling and the plover calling amid that monotonous plash of the waves that murmured all around the coast.

沙滩四周，海浪单调如一拍打碎细呢喃，莱维德和希拉甚至还能听到麻鹬鸣啾，偶然夹杂凤头麦鸡求偶。

The only appreciable sounds were the dripping and tinkling of water failing into pools or faintly plashing on the crystal floors.

唯一可以听到音是水滴落到水池中或在水晶地板上微弱地拍打滴答和叮当。

The water had plashed in the fountains; the sparrows had twittered under the eaves; just as they had done yesterday, just as they would do to-morrow.

喷泉里溅起了水花。麻雀在屋檐下叽叽喳喳。就像他们昨天所做那样，就像他们明天会做那样。

'I don't think it would be quite the usual or proper course, ' she said, suddenly turning and resuming her operation of plashing in the miniature cataract.

“我认这不是很正常或适当做法，”她说，突然转身继续她在微型白内障中冲洗操作。

Sing on, brave Tamarack Creek, fresh from your snowy fountains, plash and swirl and dance to your fate in the sea; bathing, cheering every living thing along your way.

继续歌唱吧，勇敢落叶松溪，刚从白雪皑皑喷泉中涌出，随着你在海中命运嬉戏、旋转和起舞；沐浴，每一个生物欢呼。

But in the morning all the ordinary currents of conjecture were disturbed by the presence of a strange mourner who had plashed among them as if from the moon.

但是到了早上，所有普通猜测潮流都被一个奇怪哀悼者出现打乱了，他就像来自月亮一样在他们中间嬉戏。

The big drops sift through the pine-needles, plash and patter on the granite pavements, and pour down the sides of ridges and domes in a network of gray, bubbling rills.

大滴水滴从松针中筛过，拍打在花岗岩路面上，然后从山脊和圆顶侧面倾泻而下，形成灰色、冒泡小溪网络。

It was a voice I cannot describe, though I knew it, but the words came to my ears as if mingled with plashing water and the sound of a shallow brook flowing amidst stones.

这是一种我无法形容音，虽然我知道，但这些话传入我耳朵时，仿佛混合了哗啦啦水和浅溪流过石块音。

He felt again some of the old delightful absorption in a far-reaching inquiry, while Rosamond played the quiet music which was as helpful to his meditation as the plash of an oar on the evening lake.

当罗莎蒙德演奏安静音乐时，他再次感受到过去那种沉浸在深远探究中愉悦，这音乐对他冥想很有帮助，就像傍晚湖面上桨拍打一样。