Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
没有什么比春天更美丽的了——当杂草长在轮中，长得又长又可爱，郁郁葱葱;画眉鸟的蛋看起来像小的低天，画眉鸟穿过回响的树林，冲洗着耳朵，拧着耳朵，听他唱歌就像闪电一样。