Stroke of filar silk breeze crosses a face, vernal sunshine is aspersed asperse fall on the body, bird sings livelily, flower broadens smiling face. Oh! Spring came! —— preface
丝丝微风拂过脸庞，和煦的阳光洒洒落在身上，鸟儿欢快地歌唱，花儿绽开笑脸。哦！春天来了！——题记
Spring, it is a hazy poem. It goes enthusiasticly to you, the midwinter of flick away severe cold, scatter below one another gorgeous flower ……
春天，是一首朦胧的诗。它热情地向你走来，拂去严寒的隆冬，撒下一朵又一朵艳丽的花儿……
When retaining childhood spring dimly, an another fragrant grass ground, tuft the wild flower of another bunch, line is worn the greenery on that dike. I and a few children of the village, often run that over or across is in —— of that little bridge the little bridge on the brook, will collect the wild flower that come to be scattered like day daughter lose them like the flower in the brook. Leaf is like butterfly flutter, swirl the ground falls, be like mischievous child again, a lot of flight skill are being done in sky. In those days, we exclaim gladly rise: We raised “ a flock of butterfly composition / , how beautiful! ” is such extremely.
依稀记得童年春季时，一片又一片的芳草地，一簇又一簇的野花，衬着那河堤上的绿树。我和几个村里的孩子，常常跑上那座小桥——那座横跨在溪上的小桥，将采来的野花像天女撒花般将它们丢在溪里。花瓣似蝶飞舞，纷纷扬扬地落下，又似顽皮的孩儿，在空中做着许多飞行技巧。那时，我们便会高兴地呼喊起来：“我们养了一群蝴蝶作文/，多么漂亮！”如此不亦乐乎。
It seems that ……
似乎……
Vernal wind stroke crosses a cheek, birdie chirps, it is one year spring. ” of raindrop “ rustle falls, stream of people crowded what in the —— on the street nowhere is absent is blatant. In past mountain forest look at, what incarnadine be hillock? Be what adorned hillock? Be what shows delicate face in drizzly rain during springtime? A drip slips, seeing —— clear eventually is the peach blossom that plants another tree then! The dream that its drawing wears, take me to appreciate the beauty of its that entirely imaginary, guide the sound …… that my listen respectfully spends
和煦的风拂过脸颊，小鸟叽叽喳喳，又是一年春。雨点“沙沙”落下，人流正拥挤在街上——无处不在的喧嚣。往山林里的眺望，是什么染红了山岗？是什么点缀了山岗？是什么在蒙蒙春雨中露出娇嫩的面庞？一滴水珠滑去了，终于看清了——那是一树又一树的桃花！它牵引着的梦，带我领略它那虚无缥缈的美，带领我聆听花开的声音……
Memorial ……
记忆……
Stop to broadcast ……
停止播放……
Outside the window, north wind howl, everybody changed cotton-padded clothes, only poor Bai Xue, outside looking at a window, my heart thinks:
窗外，北风呼啸，人人换上了棉衣，只差白雪了，望着窗外，我心想：
Came in the winter, is spring still met distant?
冬天来了，春天还会遥远吗？