Birds and Death The bird, however hard the frost may be, flies briskly to his customary roosting-place, and, with beak tucked into his wing, falls asleep.

• But he was never miserable 我的译文： 飞鸟之死 尽管天气是如此的寒冷，鸟儿还是矫捷地飞上一惯栖息的地方．把喙埋在翅膀下面，慢慢沉入梦乡．它没有丝毫的恐惧；