I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun.

VOA: special.2009.04.12

I walked out and took a trolley to my apartment and Carlo Marx's papier-mache mountains grew red as the great sun rose from the eastward plains.

我走出去推了一辆推车到我的公寓,卡洛马克思的纸型山随着,东边太阳升起变成了红色。

耶鲁公开课 - 1945年后的美国小说课程节选

The sun was shining and I could feel the wind in my hair.

VOA: special.2010.01.30