Across the river I saw clusters of grass, whose silvery blades waved gently in the moonlight like sad, pale streamers. 再望望岸那边蓬蓬的芭茅草,在月辉中晃着一枚枚银灰色的丝穗,象素色旗幡上的流苏,透着些悲怆的味道。
Incidentally, some of the unwanted grass went to the kitchen to make drinks in the hot weather. 而茅草根还能成为家中锅里的凉水呢。