塞塞克斯有一株大树,一树疏朗的叶云高高地浮动在夏日的空中。画眉在里边歌唱,还有八哥,它们把傍晚适于装饰的阳光注满了一片金声的璀璨。夜莺在那里觅到了它的绿廊;在那些树枝上,有时候像一只大果实,挂一轮柠檬色的月亮。在八月天的光耀中,当全世界热昏了,在那个清 Essex has a large tree, a tree leaves floating high in the summer floating in the air. Song thrush singing inside, there are starling, they sunshine in the evening for decoration filled with a golden sound of the bright. Where the nightingale has found its corridor; on those branches, sometimes like a large fruit, hanging a lemon moon. In the light of August day, when the whole world is fainting, then clear