English poem about praising spring 1 Spring is coming.
Весна пришла
Spring is coming
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Весна пришла, весна пришла,
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Birds build nests for you,
Птички гнезда вьют,
Birds are nesting,
Weave straw and feathers together.
Тащат перья и соломку.
Weave straw and feathers together.
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Весна пришла, весна пришла,
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
The flowers are here,
На деревьях почки,
Buds are also in bloom,
Keywords pansy, lily, daffodil,
Расцвели у нас в садочке,
Violets, lilies, daffodils,
It's passing now.
Лютики-цветочки.
It's open now, too
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Весна пришла, весна пришла,
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
It's all fair around.
Весело всем людям.
All the people are very enthusiastic.
Joy is everywhere.
Будем петь и танцевать и смеяться будем.
Singing and dancing, laughter is everywhere.
English Poems in Praise of Spring 2 Scenery of Spring
The taste of spring
The village is full of white and noise.
A ditch full of white, a ditch full of noise.
Sophora japonica blooms, attracting the wings of bees.
Sophora japonica blooms, making the wings of bees
Covered with pollen from the sun
Pollen covered with sunlight
What if acacia flowers are steamed with flour?
Steamed acacia flower wheat flour?
We take a shortcut to get ahead of the bees.
We cut corners and got ahead of the bees.
Smell the spring.
Taste the taste of spring.
? Sophora japonica honey? beekeeper
? Huaishu beekeeper
Prolong his crying
The sound of peddling downstairs dragged on for a long time.
The road from here to the hive is also extended.
It's the same distance from the acacia flower to the hive.
An English poem praising spring 3 Xiao Chun Meng Haoran
Spring Morning
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
This spring morning, I lay in bed. I'm lying,
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
Don't wake up until the birds crow.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
After a night of wind and rain,
I wonder how many flowers have been broken.
How many fallen flowers are there?
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Song of flowers
I am a kind word spoken and repeated.
In a natural voice;
I am a falling star.
Blue tent on green carpet.
I am the daughter of nature.
Who is pregnant in winter;
Spring gave her life; I used to be
Growing up in summer and my arms
Sleep in a bed in autumn.
I am the kind word of nature,
Say it and think it over;
I am a star,
Falling from the blue sky into the green carpet.
I am the daughter of nature;
Winter gave birth to me;
Spring makes me bloom;
Summer makes me grow;
Autumn makes me fall asleep.
At dawn, I blend in with the breeze.
Announce the coming of light;
At dusk, I joined the birds.
When bidding farewell to the light.
In the morning, I am accompanied by the morning breeze.
Announce the arrival of light;
In the evening, I was with the birds again.
Say goodbye to it.
The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors and air.
Smell my scent.
I was swaying on the Yuan Ye,
Make the scenery more charming;
I breathe in the breeze,
Let the breath be fragrant.
When I embrace my sleeping eyes
The night is watching over me, when I
I stare at the waking sun, this is
The only eye in a day.
When I take a nap,
There are several pairs of eyes staring at me in the night sky;
When I woke up,
Look at me with one eye during the day.
I take dew as wine and listen.
The sound and dance of birds
Accompanied by the rhythmic swing of the grass.
I drank the nectar made of morning dew;
Listen to birds singing;
Dance with the swaying grass.
I am a gift from my lover; I am a wedding wreath;
I am the memory of happy moments;
I am the last gift from the living to the dead;
I am part of happiness and part of sadness.
I am a gift from my lover; I am the crown of the wedding;
I am a happy memory for a moment;
I am the last sacrifice of the living to the dead;
I am half happy and half sad.
But I looked up and saw only the light,
Never look down at my shadow.
This is the wisdom that human beings must learn.
And I look up at the sky, because I am fascinated by light;
I never feel sorry for myself, nor am I narcissistic.
And these wisdom, human beings have been unable to understand.