Indeed, a man's sluggish current may not be called love, compared with the rushing fountain that wells up when a boy's heart is struck with the heavenly rod.

的确，与天杖击打少年心田时喷涌而出的奔腾泉水相比， 男人迟缓的流水未必能称为爱情。

He crossed Styford bridge without stopping to look over the parapet at the little fishes, swimming head up stream, balanced in the sluggish current; or the white ducks that dabbled amongst floating masses of water-crowsfoot.

他穿过斯蒂福德桥， 没有停下来越过护栏看那些小鱼， 它们头朝溪流游去， 在缓慢的水流中保持平衡； 或在漂浮的乌鸦足中嬉戏的白鸭。