The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout.
阳光暖暖地照在他的皮毛上,柔风轻抚他发热的额头;在地下室幽居了那么久之后,快乐鸟儿的歌声传入他迟钝的耳中,几乎像一声欢呼。
— Kenneth Grahame · The Wind in the Willows (1908) —