He did not know when the red-bird begins to sing again, and when the cypress bursts from gray bareness into a dress of soft needles and the swamp maple puts out young passionate red leaves.

他不知道什么时候红鸟又开始唱歌，什么时候柏树从灰色光秃秃的地方突然长出柔软的针叶裙子，沼泽枫树什么时候长出热情的红叶。