We may have the leisureliness of streamlet without the vast of sea
没有大海的壮阔，我们可以有小溪的悠然。
Continually , indeed , as it stole onward , the streamlet kept up a babble , kind , quiet , soothing , but melancholy , like the voice of a young child that was spending its infancy without playfulness , and knew not how to be merry among sad acquaintance and events of sombre hue .
