Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looks as if they just woke up, and they opened their eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
Grass grows secretly from the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, a large area is full of yes. ?
Sit down, lie down, play two rolls, kick some balls, play a few games, and grab some skins. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. ?
Red is like fire, pink is like clouds, and white is like snow. Flowers close their eyes sweetly. The tree seems to be covered with peaches, apricots and pears.
Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes are flying around. ?
Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, nameless, nameless, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"The wind in the willows is not cold" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. ?
The wind brought the smell of fresh earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, brewing in the slightly wet air.
Birds nest in flowers and leaves and are very happy. ?
They show their clear throats and sing melodies in harmony with the breeze and flowing water. The cowboy's piccolo keeps ringing all day.
Rain is the most common. For three or two days. Don't worry. Look, like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven together, and people's roofs are covered with a thin layer of smoke.
The leaves are bright green and the grass is green in your eyes. At night, when the lights are on, a small yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. ?
In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walk slowly with umbrellas;
There are farmers working in the fields, wearing cockroaches and hats. Their hut is sparse and silent in the rain. ?
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, they also rushed out, one after another.
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 first, some were time and some were hope.
Spring is like a doll that just landed. It is new from head to toe. It will grow. Spring is like a little girl. ?
Flowers are everywhere, walking with a smile. Spring is like a strong young man with steel arms and waist. He led us forward.
2. Translation
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. When you close your eyes, the flowers are sweet, and the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears.
Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air.
Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off her crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.
The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas;
There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain. There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry.
Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing. Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile. ? Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
Extended data:
Spring is Zhu Ziqing's famous prose. The first edition was published in July, 1933, and it has been selected by China middle school Chinese textbooks for a long time. In fact, this poem Ode to Spring is full of the writer's thoughts and feelings in a specific period. His pursuit of life and personality shows the traditional cultural accumulation in the writer's bones and his yearning for the realm of freedom.
After 1927, Zhu Ziqing has been searching for and creating an ideal world in the depths of his soul-the world of dreams, which is used to place his "rather restless" boxing heart, resist external interference, make himself "independent" in claustrophobic study, and achieve his academic achievements.
Spring describes and eulogizes a lush spring, but it is a vivid portrayal of Zhu Ziqing's inner world.