1. English

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the East Wind has come, the pace of spring is approaching.

Everything looks like they just awake up and they open their eyes joyfully. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun is blushing.

The grass came out of the soil secretly, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, a large area is full of yes.?

Sit down, lie down, roll two, kick a few balls, race several times, catch a few hides. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

Peach tree, apricot tree, pear tree, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to rush.?

Red is like fire, pink is like clouds, white is like snow. The flowers are sweet and close their eyes. The trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots and pears.

Hundreds of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around.?

Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, nameless, unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still blinking.

" Wind of willows and willows is not cold" is good, like mother's hand touching you.?

The wind brings the smell of fresh earth, mixed with the smell of grass, as well as the fragrance of all kinds of flowers, which are brewing in the slightly wet air.

The birds set their nests among the flowers and leaves, and were happy.?

They showed off their crisp throats and sang melodies that were in harmony with the lig

ht wind and running water. The cowboy's Piccolo sounded loudly all day.

Rain is the most common. It lasts three or two days. Don't worry. Look, like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, tightly knitted obliquely, people's roof is covered with a thin layer of smoke.

Leaves are bright green, grass is green to your eyes. In the evening, when the light came on, a little yellow light set off a quiet and peaceful night.?

In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walking slowly with their umbrellas up;

There are farmers working in the fields, dressed in cockroaches and hats. Their huts, sparse and silent in the rain.?

There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the urban and rural areas, every household, old, young and old, they also rush out, one by one.

Shu Huo, Shu Huo, Shu Shu, Shu Shu, Shu Shu, Shu Jiu, each doing his own thing, "a year's plan lies in spring"; at the beginning, some are time, some are hope.

Spring is like a newly landed doll. It is new from head to foot. It grows. Spring is like a little girl. ?

It's full of flowers, laughing and walking. Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and waists and feet. He leads us forward.

2. Translation

Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, and spring is approaching.

Everything looked like he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun is blushing.

The grass secretly emerged from the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow.

There is a sweetness in the flowers. When you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots and pears.

Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking.

"The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", not bad, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.

The birds settled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear throats to their friends, singing melodious songs that matched the gentle breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long.

Rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days at a time. Don't be upset. Look, it looks like cow hair, like flower needles, like fine threads, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof of the house.

The leaves of the trees are so green that they shine brightly, and the grass is so green that it irritates your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light highlighted the quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the small roads and by the stone bridges, there are people holding umbrellas and walking slowly;

There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing raincaps and hats. Their thatched cottages were sparse and silent in the rain. There are gradually more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and in the countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go.

Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and do your own thing. "The plan for the year lies in spring." At the beginning, there is a lot of time and a lot of hope.

Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing. Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers, smiling and walking. ? Spring is like a strong young man, with iron-like arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward.

Extended information:

"Spring" is a famous prose piece by Zhu Ziqing. It was first published in July 1933 and has been used in Chinese middle school Chinese textbooks for a long time. The "Hymn of Spring", which is "full of poetic flavor", is actually full of the writer's thoughts and emotions, pursuit of life and personality in a specific period, and reflects the traditional cultural accumulation in the writer's bones and his yearning for a free realm.

After 1927, Zhu Ziqing was always looking for and creating an ideal world deep in his soul - the world of dreams, to place his "rather restless" boxing heart and resist the outside world. The turmoil caused him to "be alone" in his claustrophobic study and achieve his academic success.

"Spring" describes and praises a vigorous spring, but it is also a realistic portrayal of Zhu Ziqing's spiritual world.