’ The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he太阳晒在他的毛皮上，暖烘烘的，微风轻抚着他发热的额头，在洞穴里蛰居了那么久，听觉都变得迟钝了，连小鸟儿欢快的鸣唱，听起来都跟大声喊叫一样。