如果你站在中间的一块岩石上,眺望那无尽的、毛茸茸的动物群,就会发现一片亮丽又斑驳的色彩,在阳光的照耀下闪烁着光泽,还像涟漪一样起伏着,让你觉得眼前是一面湖泊,虽然你知道那并不是;欢快的鸟儿成群地来去,如同风暴,大片的翅翼挥动着,像是飓风;当阳光照在那一大片挥动的羽翼上,它们便会呈现出各种各样的颜色,像是燃烧起来了一样,刺得你眼睛都看不见。
you can't count them;and when you stand on a rock in the midst and look out over the furry expanse it is so mottled and splashed and gay with color and frisking sheen and sun-flash, and so rippled with stripes, that you might think it was a lake, only you know it isn’t;and there’s storms of sociable birds, and hurricanes of whirring wings;and when the sun strikes all that feathery commotion, you have a blazing up of all the colors you can think of, enough to put your eyes out.