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春天来了Spring is Here
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air iscalm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullennessagainst Nature not to go out and see her riches, andpartake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
Today, look at the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet, inhale the scent ofspring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, reach out and embrace those youlove. Ask Spirit to awaken your awareness to the sacredness of your sensory perceptions.
What a miracle it is. No matter how long the winter, how hard the frost or how deep the snow,Nature triumphs. No season is awaited so eagerly or welcomed so warmly as spring…Each year Iam astonished by the wealth of flowers the season gives us: the subtlety of the wildprimroses and violets, the rich palette of crocus in the parks, tall soldier tulips and proudtrumpeting daffodils and narcissi.
Picture this: The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was fullof sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthysmells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of blue sky in it.
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
Springs are not always the same. In some years, April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap - and all the stage is filled at once, whole choruses of tulips, arabesques of forsythia, 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 sight, 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 month 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 - you can smell it, feel it, crumble April in your hands.
Look to the rue anemone, if you will, or the pea patch, or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street. This is how it was, is now, and ever shall be, the world without end. In the serene certainty of spring recurring, who can fear the distant fall?
Winter was gone,spring comes.I love spring best,because it's very beautiful.In spring,the weather is aways sunny and rainy,it's not cold and not hot,it's warmer and warmer.The flowers begin to open and the trees begin to turn green.The birds are singing in the sky,they are happy.The animals will go out to play.Many people like to go out and enjoy the sunshine.I like wearing my sweater and jeans, I like to fly kites,plant trees and see the beautiful flowers. Spring is colorful,I think it's a wonderful season. What's your favourite season?Please tell me.