Once there was a king. He lived in a beautiful city. His garden was full (41) lovely flowers. The king (42) silver (银的) bells on each flower. Then everyone heard the bells (43) and looked at the flowers. The garden was very big. (44) the gardener (园丁) didn’t know how big (45)
A small bird lived in one of the trees. It (46) the nightingale (夜莺). It sang so beautifully.
People told the king how much they liked the city, (47) when they heard the little bird, they all said, "Nothing is as (48) as the nightingale." And they talked (49) the bird for a long time. Men wrote books about the city and they always wrote (50) things about the nightingale.