Spring Morning Tang Haoran
I don't feel it in spring sleep, smelling birds everywhere.
How many flowers fall when it rains at night?
Chinese
"Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
English
"Liu Yong" Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper weaves a tree high, and the green tap hangs.
I wonder who cut the thin leaves. February spring breeze is like scissors.
Chinese
"Singing Willow" Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
English
Zhang Shiwei of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring: Han Yu in Tang Dynasty
The rain is crisp and the grass is far away.
Most importantly, the benefits of spring are better than those of Ada.
Chinese
In early spring, it was presented to Zhang and other eighteen members of the Ministry of Water Resources, Tang Hanyu.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
English
Su Shi's Hui Chong Chunjiang Xiaojing in Tang Dynasty
Three or two branches of peach blossom, spring river warm duck prophet.
When reed buds are short, they want to go to puffer fish.
Chinese
Su Shi in the Tang Dynasty in the Riverside Scenery of Hui Chong
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
English
Gao Ding's Country House in Qing Dynasty
In February, the grass warbler flies, and the spring smoke is drunk.
The children came home from school early and flew kites in the east wind.
Chinese
"Village Residence" in Gaoding in Qing Dynasty
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
2. What are the English poems about spring? 4. "No matter how long winter is, spring will definitely come." No matter how long winter is, spring will come. -Proverbs 5, "Optimists are the human embodiment of spring." Susan J. Bissonette An optimist is the embodiment of spring. -Susan J. Bissonette 6, "In spring, the only beautiful ringing time is when birds sing.
Sweet lovers love spring. "-william shakespeare Spring, in the most beautiful wedding season, birds sing. Sweet lovers are like spring. -Shakespeare 7. "Optimists are the human embodiment of spring. Susan J. Bissonnet An optimist is the embodiment of spring.
3. What are the ancient English poems about spring? 1, "April hat injects the spirit of youth into everything." -william shakespeare
April will inject vitality into everything. -Shakespeare
"In spring, the only beautiful season, birds sing. Sweet lovers love spring." -william shakespeare
In spring, in the most beautiful wedding season, birds sing. Sweet lovers are like spring. -Shakespeare
3. "Spring is the time when you want to whistle even if you are wearing shoes full of slush." -Doug Larsen
The so-called spring means that you still want to whistle even if your shoes are covered with mud. Doug Larson
"Spring is the time for everything to revive." Christina Georgina Rossetti
Spring is the time for everything to revive. Christina Rossetti??
Optimists are the embodiment of spring. -Susan J. Bissonnet
Optimists are the embodiment of spring. Susan J. Bissonnet
6. "Spring is nature's way of saying' Let's party'"-robin williams
Spring speaks for nature: "Get up!" Robin McLaurim Williams
7. "Spring-the experience of eternal life"-henry thoreau
Spring is an eternal experience. -henry thoreau
"You can cut off all the flowers, but you can't stop the coming of spring." -pablo neruda
You can cut off all the flowers, but you can't stop spring. -pablo neruda
9. "No matter how long winter is, spring will definitely come." -Proverbs
No matter how long winter is, spring will come. -Proverbs
10, "play the flute! Now it's mute. Birds are happy day and night. "
Play the flute! Now it is silent. Birds like it both during the day and at night. William Blake
4. Ancient poems talk about spring, Ying Ying's "Spring Morning" Tang Haoran doesn't sleep in spring, sniffing birds everywhere. How many flowers fall when it rains at night? China's "Spring Dawn" Don Meng Haoran This spring morning, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. English "Liu Yong" Tanghe River is straight, Gasper weaves trees high, and thousands of small green candles hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves. February spring breeze is like scissors. China "sang willow" and Zhangzhibiyu of Tanghe pretended to be a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Zhang Shiwei of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring In the Tang Dynasty, the rain in Tianjin was crisp, but the grass was far away. Most importantly, the benefits of spring are better than those of Ada. In China, "in early spring, there was a member of Shui, Zhang was eighteen years old". The rain in Yutian Street in Tang Han is very crisp, and the grass in the distance is very close, but it is not.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. Ying Chunjiang Xiao Tang Shi's Peach Blossom on Three Branches, The Prophet of Warm Duck on Chunjiang River. When reed buds are short, they want to go to puffer fish. China's "Riverside Scenery in Hui Chong" Su Shi in Tang Dynasty, with three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, was a prophet of warm ducks in Riverside.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. The English "Village House" in the Qing Dynasty is high in February, and the grass is flying, and the spring smoke is drunk. The children came home early from SC. Huer, fly the kite in the east wind. China was a "village house" in the Qing Dynasty. In February, the grass grew high and the warblers flew, and the willows on the embankment were drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
5. Guo Moruo, an English poem about spring, deserves to be a master of literature. The artistic conception of this poem is translated beautifully;
spring
Thomas Nashe
Spring, sweet spring, is a pleasant king in a year;
Then everything blooms, and then the girls dance in a circle.
Cold doesn't sting, beautiful birds sing,
Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!
Palms and possibly gay country houses,
The lambs play skipping, the shepherds whistle all day,
We heard the birds tuning the happy melody,
Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!
The fields breathe the fragrance, daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives sit together in the sun,
On every street, our ears hear these tunes,
Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!
Spring! Sweet spring!
spring
Thomas nashe (translated by Guo Moruo)
Spring, sweet spring, Yao and Shun in a year,
Flowers and trees are everywhere, and daughters are dancing in circles everywhere.
Slightly cold but clear, good birds are singing,
Zhaozhao, Chaochao, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain!
Elms and hawthorn, families dressed as farmhouses,
Lambs play, shepherds play all day,
Birds always sing in harmony, a melodious rhythm,
Zhaozhao, Chaochao, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain!
The fragrant wind rippled in the countryside, and daisies kissed people's heels.
Couples, old women sitting in the sun,
Go to any avenue, there is a sweet song,
Zhaozhao, Chaochao, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain!
Spring! Sweet spring!
6. English poems describing the beauty of spring.
One. Spring Robert mccracken Today is the day when a bold kite flies, when cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When the robin returns, when the children cheer, when the light rain calls for spring. Today is the day when daffodils bloom. Children pick daffodils to fill the room. Today is the day when grass turns green and leaves bloom to welcome the arrival of spring.
April day, charming day, subtle sweetness, when every tree in hell finds its heart, when Victor and Spring meet like lovers in the mist at noon, on April day. At night, the wood frog peeped vaguely once or twice, and then it was still. The woodpecker's bugle sounded like a horn from one mountain to another, passing through the cloudy days without pulse. The soil was warmed by rain, passing through the Woods, and the shy wind filled with the smell of pine and poplar came quietly. The happy earth rotated like a dancer and passed through the April days! Spring When spring comes, the air is filled with fresh breath, and flowers are blooming everywhere, showing the beauty of nature. Trees began to bud, open to the warm sunshine, and birds began to sing, which touched our hearts. The grass began to turn green and grow out of the ground. Nature is waking up and making her beautiful voice. Ken Rutherford's poems. When the sweet showers in spring fall, the drought that penetrates winter reaches the roots and all.
Articles. It's an early spring morning. The sun has just risen from the eastern horizon? Emit red light through clouds and sky. Soon, the campus was bathed in the first ray of sunshine. That lake? Trees and bamboo look as if they are all plated with gold. The ground is covered with tender grass, and dew stands on the tip of the grass, reflecting the sun. Birds are flying around in the Woods, twittering and chirping. Some boys who are absorbed in reading are leaning against the tree, and buds are exposed under the gray bark. Several female students walked up and down the gravel road by the lake, reading English aloud. There is a stream there. Form a mist. Isn't it a beautiful morning? Full of energy and hope. Today, look at the blue sky, listen to the sound of grass growing under your feet, breathe in the breath of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, and reach out and hug the person you love. Ask the soul to awaken your awareness of the sanctity of sensory perception. This is really a miracle. No matter how long the winter is, how cold the frost is and how deep the snow is, nature will win. No season has been so eagerly awaited or so warmly welcomed as spring ... Every year, I am surprised by the richness of flowers brought to us by this season: the delicacy of wild primroses and violets, the colorful saffron in the park, the tall military tulips and the proud daffodils and daffodils. Imagine: the air and the earth penetrate each other in the warm gust of spring; The soil is full of sunshine, and the sunshine is full of red dust. The air people breathe is full of the smell of earth, and the grass under their feet reflects the shadow of the blue sky. Every spring is the only spring, an eternal miracle. In the spring of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it is harmful and sad for nature not to go out to see the wealth of nature and share her joy with the world. Spring is not always the same. Sometimes, April leaps onto the mountains of Virginia in one leap-suddenly, the whole stage comes alive, tulips sing in chorus, forsythia flowers dance and plum blossoms perform solo. These trees put out leaves overnight. In other years, spring comes. It stopped because of shyness, just like my granddaughter standing at the door, peeping in, and then ducking out of sight, giggling in the corridor. "I know you are there," I cried. "Come in", April slipped into our arms. The tender green buds of Cornus officinalis are inlaid with yellow-brown spots. In this perfect cup, there are 20 clustered seeds. People looked at the bud in awe: where were these seeds a month ago? Apples show off the ivory silk fragments of their milliner, with a slight rose color. All sleeping things wake it up, feel it, and hold April in your hands. If you like, look at the rue anemone, or the pea patch, or the weeds that stubbornly stretch out their shoulders through the city streets. This world used to be like this, it is like this now, and it will always be like this in the future. There is no end. Who will be afraid of the distant autumn in the quiet of spring? .
7. April Day, an ancient English poem about spring.
The days of witchcraft, subtle sweetness,
When every hellish tree finds its heart,
When spring and winter meet like lovers
At noon and in part of the mist-
In the days of April.
The night when the wood frog peeps faintly
Once-twice-and still,
The military sound of woodpeckers swept through.
Like a horn from one mountain to another-
Through the pulsating mist
On the day when the soil warms after the rain,
The shy wind crept through the Woods,
Rich in pine and poplar flavors,
The joyful earth rotates like a dancer-
Through the days of April
spring
When spring comes.
The air is fresh.
Show the beauty of nature itself
Flowers are blooming everywhere.
The trees began to sprout slowly
Open to the warm sunshine
Let the birds start singing
Touch our hearts in these ways.
The grass began to turn green.
Push up the ground.
Nature is waking up.
Make her beautiful voice.
Ken Rutherford
Translation:
April day
The magic of heaven, subtle sweetness,
When Anstri found a heart in every hell,
When Victor meets a spring lover.
At noon, some fog-
Four days later.
At night, I caught a glimpse of the wood frog.
Once or twice, and still,
And the sound of woodpeckers sweeping martial arts
Trying to get paper money from the mountain fire
Through pulsed smoke
It's rainy and the soil is warm.
Shy theft through Mufeng,
Strong smell of pine and poplar,
But like a dancer, the earth is happy.
Four whole days!
spring
When spring comes to us
Full of fresh air
Show your beautiful nature
Flowers are blooming everywhere.
The tree began to sprout slowly.
Turn on the warm sunshine
A bird began to sing.
Talk about these ways in our hearts.
Grassroots began to turn green.
Push it off the ground.
Nature is awakening.
Send her a beautiful voice.
Ken Rutherford
The latest English sentence about spring is "April hatbuta spirit of youth in everything"-william shakespeare will inject vitality into everything in April.
Shakespeare "In spring, the only beautiful time, birds sing. Sweet lovers love spring. " -william shakespeare Spring, in the most beautiful wedding season, birds sing.
Sweet lovers are like spring. -Shakespeare "Spring is a time to whistle even when your shoes are muddy." -Doug Larsen The so-called spring is that you still want to whistle even if your shoes are full of mud.
-Doug Larsen, "Spring is the time for everything to revive." -Christina Rossetti? Spring is the time for everything to revive. -British poetess Christina Rossetti?? "Optimists are the embodiment of spring." Susan J. Bissonnet An optimist is the embodiment of spring.
Susan J. Bissonnet "Spring is when nature says,' Let's party!'" -robin williams spoke on behalf of nature in spring: "Get up!" -robin williams's Spring-The Experience of Immobilization-Henry D. Thoreau Spring is an eternal experience. Henry D. Thoreau You can cut off all the flowers, but you can't stop the coming of spring pablo neruda You can cut off all the flowers, but you can't stop the coming of spring.
-pablo neruda "No matter how long winter is, spring will always come." No matter how long winter is, spring will always follow. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. Invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
What are you talking about, sea? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence. What's your language, sea water? Is an eternal question. What's your answer, sky? This is eternal silence.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world, which is its expression of love for you. The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great.
But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Don't let your love hang on a cliff just because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops, nods to me and goes away. These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. This thought is the rustle of leaves, whispering happily in my heart.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow. My wishes are tools, and they should cross your song, my Lord. Let me listen. My wishes are so foolish, they shout in your song, God.
Let me listen quietly. I can't choose the best. The best choice is me. I can't choose the best, but the best chose me.
I like to watch flowers and trees sprout and bloom. In winter, everything looks lifeless, but in spring, everything begins to come back to life. I like to watch flowers and trees sprout, bloom and grow. In winter, everything seems lifeless, but in spring, they seem to come back to life.
It's hard to resist the beauty of a fresh spring day. The air is fresh and the sun is warm. Spring is really hard to resist. The air is fresh, and the sun shines on the body as warm as someone holds it.
The calm light rain in spring makes me feel very airy and light, and its sound is so relaxing to sleep. The quiet light rain in spring makes me feel refreshed, and it's easy to fall asleep listening to the sound of spring rain. A good English sentence about spring is: A flower cannot represent a spring. A single flower is not spring, but a hundred flowers bloom in the garden.
A year's plan starts with spring. A year's plan starts with spring. No sowing, no harvest. There is no sowing in spring and no harvest in autumn.
Clean your office in spring-clear out piles of paper; There is a beautiful vase with new photo frames of you and your family in it. Spring has come. Clean your desk, throw away useless waste paper, put flowers and a recent family photo. Go for a walk-no cell phones, BlackBerrys and iphone. Just you, the fresh air and the blowing world.
Alone, throw away your cell phone, blackberry. Only yourself, the fresh air in spring, and the flowers all over the mountain.
That is an oil painting depicting the scenery in spring. That is an oil painting depicting the scenery in spring. The tourists were fascinated by the beautiful scenery. The tourists were intoxicated by the beautiful scenery.
"This extraordinary nature reserve protects a virgin forest, the largest number of brown bears on the African continent, a considerable number of wolves, and many other creatures that are almost ignored. Gao Shilin Berg, a director who is good at capturing the beautiful scenery of nature, will take you into this fairyland through the program and enjoy the truth, goodness and beauty of nature.
9. Give an English poem about spring (about 40 words/preferably with translation). April's charming days, subtle sweetness, when every hell's Anstri finds his heart, when Victor and Spring meet like lovers in the mist at noon, and part in April's days. At night, the wood frog peeped vaguely once or twice, and then it was still. The woodpecker's bugle sounded like a horn from one mountain to another, passing through the cloudy days without pulse. The soil was warmed by rain, passing through the Woods, and the shy wind filled with the smell of pine and poplar came quietly. The happy earth rotated like a dancer and passed through the April days! Spring When spring comes, the air is filled with fresh breath, and flowers are blooming everywhere, showing the beauty of nature. Trees began to sprout slowly, open to the warm sunshine, and birds began to sing, which touched our hearts in these ways. The grass began to turn green and grow on the ground. Nature is waking up and making her beautiful voice. Witchcraft is subtle and sweet every day in April, when anstree finds the heart in every hell, and when witer meets her lover at noon and in some foggy spring-within 4 days.
In the evening, I caught a glimpse of the wood frog once or twice, and then it was still, while the woodpecker's voice swept through the martial arts and wanted to notice from the horn of the mountain fire through pulses, rainy days, warm soil, and shy time of the wood wind, the rich smell of pine trees and poplars, like a dancer's drum, and the happy earth passed for 4 days! Spring When spring comes, it brings us fresh air and shows our beauty. Flowers are blooming everywhere. The trees began to sprout slowly and the warm sunshine began to sing. Birds talk about these ways in our hearts.
Grassroots began to turn green and were pushed out of the ground. Nature is waking up and making her beautiful voice.
Ken Rutherford