The bird, however hard the frost may he, flies briskly to his customary roosti

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问题   The bird, however hard the frost may he, flies briskly to his customary roosting-place, and, with beak tucked into his wing, falls asleep. He has no apprehensions; only the hot blood grows colder and colder, the pulse feebler as he sleeps, and at midnight, or in the early morning, he drops from his perch—dead.
  Yesterday he lived and moved, responsive to a thousand external influences, reflecting earth and sky in his small brilliant brain as in a looking-glass; also he had a various language, the inherited knowledge of his race, and the faculty of flight, by means of which he could shoot, meteor-like, across the sky, and pass swiftly from place to places and with it he was able to drop himself plumb down from the tallest tree-top, or out of the void air, on to a slender spray, and scarcely cause its leaves to tremble.
  Now, on this morning, he lies stiff and motionless; so easy and swift is the passage from life to death in wild nature! But he was never miserable.

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答案 不论霜天多么寒冷,鸟儿总是轻快地飞回它习惯的巢穴,把嘴往翅膀里一藏,就睡了。它无忧无虑;只是在它睡觉时,身上的热血变得越来越冷,脉搏变得越来越弱,于是,半夜或拂晓时分,它从栖息的树枝上掉下来,死了。
  昨天它还活着,动着,感知着外界的千百种影响,它那敏捷的小脑袋如明亮的镜子映照着天空和大地上的一切,而且它能讲多姿多彩的语言,有从它所属的鸟类继承下来的知识,有飞行的天赋,能像流星一样划空而过,从一个地方迅速飞到另一个地方;藉此天赋,它可以从高高的树梢上或从天空中垂直而下,落在纤细的花枝上,花枝上的叶子却几乎一点也不颤动。
  现在,就在这个早晨,它却僵硬地躺着,一动不动;在自然界里,从生到死的过程就是这样地简单,这样地迅速!可是它从未痛苦过。

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