关于春天美景的英语美文

1、关于春天美景的英语美文Hello, my dear friends! What, s my favourite season? Let me tell you. My favourite season is spring. Spring is a lovely season, I think. There is a garden behind my house. In spring, the treesbecome green and the flowers give off fragrance 芳香. There are many butterflies and bees over the

2、flowers. The butterflies are dancing and the bees are singing. Sometimes it rains. It usuallyrains quietly. The rain moistens 滋润 the trees and the flowers. I think they may say, "We' re very thirsty. The rain is very good. It can help us.” What a beautiful scene! Don* t you think so?And wha

3、t about your favourite season,could you tell me?SPRINGThomas NashSpring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!The palm and may make country houses gay,La

4、mbs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,In every street theses tunes our ears do greet,Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta

5、-woo!Spring! the sweet Spring!春天郭沫若译春，甘美之春，一年之中的尧舜,处处都有花树，都有女儿环舞，微寒但觉清和，佳禽争着唱歌，例喟，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！榆柳呀山楂，打扮着山舍人家，羊羔嬉游，牧笛儿整日价吹奏，百鸟总在和鸣，一片悠扬声韵，例喝，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！郊原荡漾香风，雏菊吻人脚踵，情侣作对成双，老妪坐晒阳光，走向任何通衢，都有歌声悦耳，例喝，啾啾，哥哥，割麦、插一禾！春!甘美之春！Springs are not always the same. In some years, April bursts upon Virginia hills i

6、n one prodigious leap 一 and all the stage is filled at once, whole choruses of tulips, arabesques offorsythia, cadenzas of flowering plum. The trees grow leaves overnight.In other years, spring tiptoes in. It pauses, overcome by shyness, like my grandchild at the door, peeping in, ducking out of sig

7、ht, giggling in the hallway. "I know you' re out there, " I cry.“Come in!” And April slips into our arms.The dogwood bud, pale green, is inlaid with russet markings. Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled. One examines the bud in awe： Where were those seeds a mon

8、th ago?The apples display their milliner* s scraps of ivory silk, rose-tinged. All the sleeping things wake up - primrose, baby iris, blue phlox. The earth warms 一 you can smell it, feel it, crumbleApril in your hands.Look to the rue anemone, if you will, or the pea patch, or to the stubborn weed th

9、at thrusts its shoulders through a city street. This is how it was, is now, and ever shall be, the worldwithout end. In the serene certainty of spring recurring, who can fear the distant fall?春不总是千篇一律的。有时候，四月一个健步就跃上了弗吉尼亚的小山丘。顿时，整 个舞台活跃起来：郁金香们引吭高歌，连翘花翩翩起舞，梅花表演起了独奏。树木也在一 夜之间披上了新绿。有时候，春乂悄然来临。它欲前乂止，羞涩腼腆，就像我的小孙女，倚在门口，偷偷 往里瞅，乂一下子跑开了，不见踪影，从门厅传出她咯咯的笑声。我喊一声：“我知道你 在那儿，进来吧！”于是四月便倏地一下飞进我们怀中。山茱萸的花骨朵儿嫩绿嫩绿的，镶着赤褐色的花边。在那漂亮的花萼里，竞稳稳地簇 拥着十几颗小种子。我们不禁要惊羡地问一句：一个月前这些种子还在哪儿呢?苹果树则 像卖帽人，向人们展示他帽子上那一片片微带点玫瑰红地乳白色丝缎。所有熟睡的都醒了 一一樱草花、小蝴蝶花、蓝夹竹桃。大地也暖和起来了一一