As the clear, cool breeze brushes past the boughs of the old longan tree, the shooshing sound the branches and leaves make as they rub against each other is the loquacious tone that nature sings to people, in harmony with the sound of footfall or the hiss of sparking metal from the factory on the next street. All of a sudden, a rumble breaks the tranquilspell of the place.
清冷的微風掠過老龍眼樹梢，枝葉相互摩挲的沙沙聲，是大自然送給人們談話聲、腳步聲及間或由隔街工廠發出的銲鐵嘶嘶聲的和音。