translation.en: Or, in the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald, "As the moon rose higher, the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that once flowered for Dutch sailors' eyes, a fresh green breast of the new world."
translation.zh: 或者，正如F·斯科特菲茨杰拉德所写： “每当明月升高， 微不足道的房屋开始消逝， 直到我逐渐意识到这座古老岛屿， 曾是荷兰水手眼中繁花盛开之地， 新世界中一处翠绿的处女地。”