Eustacia's journey was at first as vague in direction as that of thistledown on the wind.

游苔莎的行程开始时就像风中的蓟草絮一样，方向不明。

The ponderous flood, weighing hundreds of tons, was sustained, hovering, hesitating, like a bunch of thistledown, while I counted one hundred and ninety.

重达数百吨的沉重洪水一直在持续，盘旋，犹豫，就像一束蓟花，而我数了一百九十。

And when the brilliant fourteen fine days of October came on, her cares were all blown away as lightly as thistledown, and she thought of nothing but the glories of the forest.

当十月灿烂的十四天到来时，她所有的忧虑都像蓟花一样被吹散了，她只想着森林的荣耀。

But the untidiness was something dreadful—" Never did I see such a mess—smears of honey; and moss, and thistledown—and marks of big and little dirty feet—all over my nice clean house" !

但这种不整洁是可怕的——“我从来没有见过这样一团糟——蜂蜜的痕迹；还有苔藓和蓟绒——还有大小不一的脏脚印——在我漂亮干净的房子里到处都是”！

No two falls could be more unlike — Tueeulala out in the open sunshine descending like thistledown; Wapama in a jagged, shadowy gorge roaring and plundering, pounding its way like an earthquake avalanche.

没有比这更不同的两次瀑布了——Tueeulala 在阳光明媚的阳光下像蓟花一样落下；瓦帕玛在参差不齐、阴暗的峡谷中咆哮着掠夺，像地震雪崩一样冲击着它的方式。