All about my garden to-day the birds are loud. To say that the air is filled with their song gives no idea of the ceaseless piping, whistling, trilling, which at moments rings to heaven in a triumphant unison, a wild accord.

今天在我的花园周围，鸟儿很吵。说空气中充满了他们的歌声，却丝毫没有想到不断的笛声、口哨声、颤音，它们时不时以一种胜利的齐鸣、一种狂野的协奏响彻天空。