英語翻譯
No artist dared havepainted that,yet how simple and how triumphantly successful!To theleft the sun was just sinking beneath the high lines of wooded hills,and already the tide of clear warm shadow was beginning to advanceacross the stream.In the woods that covered the hills every shade ofgreen,from the pale milkiness（乳白色）of young beech to the dark velvet of theoak（橡樹）,were mingled together,and glowed as if lit from within with theflakes of sunlight that filtered through the leaves.But that divinerestfulness of various green was,somehow less to Philip's mind than theshouting colours of the sunlit fields.For the tides of life,thestrong,sweeping currents of vitality,of love,of the work withoutwhich the active brain grows hungry and starves,were dashing inheadstrong（頑固的；剛愎）race within him,and rest and tranquility and soft broodingover what has been seemed to him a poor substitute for the eagerharvesting of youth.His sickle（鐮刀）was in his hand,and he pressed eagerlyforward through the ripening corn of life that fell in swathes to hissweeping strokes.