English poem describing spring 1
Spring and all the spring and everything.
On the way to the infectious disease hospital
Under the blue wave
Mottled clouds were driven out.
Northeast China-the wind is cold. exceed
The waste of vast muddy fields
Yellow weeds, standing and falling.
Pieces of stagnant water
The spread of tall trees
All the roads are reddish.
Purplish, forked, erect, twisted
Shrubs and all the trees.
Below are dead brown leaves.
Bare vines—
Appearing lifeless, dull
Dizzy spring is coming—
They entered the new world naked,
Cold, uncertain everything
Unless they come in. Everything about them
Cold and familiar winds—
Now it's grass, tomorrow.
A hard roll of wild carrot leaves
One object after another is defined—
It speeds up: clarity, the outline of the leaves.
But now naked dignity
Entrance-however, profound changes.
Has taken root in them.
Grasp and begin to awaken.
Turbulent clouds under the blue sky
Mottled northeast wind is blowing.
On the way to the infectious disease hospital
A cold wind changed the direction of sight.
In the distance, it is a vast open wasteland.
Brown vegetation comes and goes with each season.
Sometimes there are patches of stagnant water.
There are tall trees everywhere.
The branches of the low bushes on the road are crooked.
Red, purple, forked, upright
Under many small trees
It's withered yellow leaves.
A vine whose leaves have all fallen off.
The scenery is dull and lifeless.
Then spring came slowly.
Spring enters the new world naked.
Without hesitation in the cold
I don't care much about my surroundings.
Still blowing the familiar cold wind.
Now, the grass turns green, tomorrow
Wild radish will spit out solid buds.
Everything will show its beauty one by one.
Bud quickly, the appearance is clear, and the leaves are well defined.
Now, however, it is solemn.
The scene of early spring-profound changes have taken place.
Come to earth: take root
Stretching down hard, the earth began to wake up.
English poems describing spring II
Xiao Chunmeng Haoran
Spring Morning
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
This spring morning, I was lying in bed,
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?
English poems describing spring 3
Du Fu in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Happy rain on a spring night
Good rain knows its correct time;
Good rain knows its correct time;
When spring comes, it will fall.
It will fall in spring.
With the wind, it slipped away at night.
With the wind, it slips away quietly at night;
Silent, it moistens everything.
Dumb, it got everything wet.
Dark clouds filled the wild lane;
Dark clouds spread over the wild lane;
A lantern loomed in the boat.
A lantern loomed in the boat.
Dawn sees saturated red.
Dawn sees saturated red;
The town is full of flowers.
The town is full of flowers.