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A PEACOCK spreading its gorgeous tail mocked a Crane that passed by, ridiculing1 the ashen2 hue3 of its plumage and saying, "I am robed, like a king, in gold and purple and all the colors of the rainbow; while you have not a bit of color on your wings." "True," replied the Crane; "but I soar to the heights of heaven and lift up my voice to the stars, while you walk below, like a cock, among the birds of the dunghill." Fine feathers don't make fine birds. 点击收听单词发音
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