As they approached the old orchard a strain of music came floating through the resinous morning arcades of the spruce wood--a wild, sorrowful, appealing cry, full of indescribable pathos, yet marvelously sweet.

他们走近老果园时，一缕琴声穿过云杉林清晨弥漫树脂香的拱廊，飘然而来——仿佛一声奔放、悲伤而恳切的呼唤，满含难以言说的哀婉，却又无比甜美。