The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorn in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.


我自己能大概读懂它 但是却不能用很恰当的中文表述出来
求达人帮个忙
多谢

荆棘鸟的传说 蝈蝈可以到外网查一下