關於春天風景的英語美文

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　　篇1

　　Is coming! Spring is coming! The beautiful, flowers in full bloom in the spring is finally here! To greet the spring girl has several array is misty drizzle, happy spring breeze blowing in this article ten million a blossom a leafy wicker. Tender grass, fresh leaves, all kinds of gorgeous flowers, all like to gather up, form a dazzling spring of tears. The swallow is not exceptional also, panting flew in from the north, glorious added a lot of vitality for spring.

　　Pairs of swallows through mountains and rivers, across the lake to the south, the exhausted, but was such a beautiful spring, like to eat a lot of this stuff, chocolate becomes active, has a spirit. Play in the spring, flying over the green field, on the surface, some play tired poles that swallows stood on a few mark pole. Ah! How like a lovely note, on the staff became also listen to music.

　　The campus is rich and colorful of spring. Beautiful winter jasmine is welcome us! Boulevard, tree-lined, paths on both sides of flowers numerous and leafy. Flowers everywhere in the campus, far see like to spread a thick layer of white snow, campus nearly look let a person feel the sky is beautiful snowflakes fluttering. Lawn verdant, the central set up a century-old tree, the edge has a bunch of beautiful flowers to decorate his lawn more charming, more beautiful. Just like a beautiful picture.

　　來了!春天來了!那美麗的，百花盛開的春天終於來了!迎接這春天姑娘的卻幾陣是濛濛的細雨，舒暢的春風吹拂這千萬條一綻放出綠葉的柳絲。嬌嫩得小草，新鮮的葉子，各色豔麗的花兒，都像趕集似的聚攏過來，形成淚一個光彩奪目的春天。小燕子也不例外，氣喘吁吁的從北方飛過來，為春天的光彩增添了許多生機。

　　一對對燕子穿過山川，越過湖面，來到南方，早已筋疲力盡，但感到如此美麗的春天，好像吃了許多巧克力這個東西，變得活躍，有精神。在春天中玩耍，飛過青綠的田野，在水面盤旋，一些玩倦的燕子則站在電線杆那幾痕電線杆上。啊!多麼像一個個可愛的音符，在那五線譜上奏成了還聽得音樂。

　　春天的校園更是豐富多彩。美麗的迎春花正在歡迎我們呢!大道兩旁綠樹成蔭，小道兩邊花繁葉茂。花在校園裡處處可見，遠看像給校園鋪了一層厚厚的白雪，近看讓人感覺天上正飄蕩著美麗的雪花。草坪綠茵茵的，中央樹立著一株百年老樹，邊上有幾束美麗的花兒把草坪裝點得更加迷人，更加秀麗。真像一幅美麗的畫卷。

　　篇2

　　A Promise of Spring

　　Early in the spring, about a month before my grandpa's stroke, I began walking for an hour every afternoon. Some days I would walk four blocks south to see Grandma and Grandpa. At eighty-six, Grandpa was still quite a gardener, so I always watched for his earliest blooms and each new wave of spring flowers.

　　I was especially interested in flowers that year because I was planning to landscape my own yard and I was eager to get Grandpa's advice. I thought I knew pretty much what I wanted — a yard full of bushes and plants that would bloom from May till November.

　　It was right after the first rush of purple violets in the lawns and the sudden blaze of forsythia that spring that Grandpa had a stroke. It left him without speech and with no movement on his left side. The whole family rallied to Grandpa. We all spent many hours by his side. Some days his eyes were eloquent — laughing at our reported mishaps, listening alertly, revealing painful awareness of his inability to care for himself. There were days, too, when he slept most of the time, overcome with the weight of his approaching death.

　　As the months passed, I watched the growing earth with Grandpa's eyes. Each time I was with him, I gave him a garden report. He listened, gripping my hand with the sure strength and calm he had always had. But he could not answer my questions. The new flowers would blaze, peak, fade, and die before I knew their names.

　　Grandpa's illness held him through the spring and on, week by week, through summer. I began spending hours at the local nursery, studying and choosing seeds and plants. It gave me special joy to buy plants I had seen in Grandpa's garden and give them humble starts in my own garden. I discovered Sweet William, which I had admired for years in Grandpa's garden without knowing its name. And I planted it in his honor.

　　As I waited and watched in the garden and by Grandpa's side, some quiet truths emerged. I realized that Grandpa loved flowers that were always bloom; he kept a full bed of roses in his garden. But I noticed that Grandpa left plenty of room for the brief highlights. Not every nook of his garden was constantly in bloom. There was always a treasured surprise tucked somewhere.

　　I came to see, too, that Grandpa's garden mirrored his life. He was a hard worker who understood the law of the harvest. But along with his hard work, Grandpa knew how to enjoy each season, each change. We often teased him about his life history. He had written two paragraphs summarizing fifty years of work, and a full nine pages about every trip and vacation he'd ever taken.

　　In July, Grandpa worsened. One hot afternoon arrived when no one else was at his bedside. He was glad to have me there, and reached out his hand to pull me close.

　　I told Grandpa what I had learned — that few flowers last from April to November. Some of the most beautiful bloom for only a month at most. To really enjoy a garden, you have to plant corners and drifts and rows of flowers that will bloom and grace the garden, each in its own season.

　　His eyes listened to every word. Then, another discovery: "If I want a garden like yours, Grandpa, I'm going to have to work." His grin laughed at me, and his eyes teased me.

　　"Grandpa, in your life right now the chrysanthemums are in bloom. Chrysanthemums and roses." Tears clouded both our eyes. Neither of us feared this last flower of fall, but the wait for spring seems longest in November. We knew how much we would miss each other.

　　Sitting there, I suddenly felt that the best gift I could give Grandpa would be to give voice to the testimony inside both of us. He had never spoken of his testimony to me, but it was such a part of his life that I had never questioned if Grandpa knew. I knew he knew.

　　"Grandpa," I began — and his grip tightened as if he knew what I was going to say — "I want you to know that I have a testimony. I know the Savior lives. I bear witness to you that Joseph Smith is a prophet. I love the Restoration and joy in it." The steadiness in Grandpa's eyes told how much he felt it too. "I bear witness that President Kimball is a prophet. I know the Book of Mormon is true, Grandpa. Every part of me bears this witness."

　　"Grandpa," I added quietly, "I know our Father in Heaven loves you." Unbidden, unexpected, the Spirit bore comforting, poignant testimony to me of our Father's love for my humble, quiet Grandpa.

　　A tangible sense of Heavenly Father's compassionate awareness of Grandpa's suffering surrounded us and held us. It was so personal and powerful that no words were left to me — only tears of gratitude and humility, tears of comfort.

　　Grandpa and I wept together.

　　It was the end of August when Grandpa died, the end of summer. As we were choosing flowers from the florist for Grandpa's funeral, I slipped away to Grandpa's garden and walked with my memories of columbine and Sweet William. Only the tall lavender and white phlox were in bloom now, and some baby's breath in another corner.

　　On impulse, I cut the prettiest strands of phlox and baby's breath and made one more arrangement for the funeral. When they saw it, friends and family all smiled to see Grandpa's flowers there. We all felt how much Grandpa would have liked that.

　　The October after Grandpa's death, I planted tulip and daffodil bulbs, snowdrops, crocuses, and bluebells. Each bulb was a comfort to me, a love sent to Grandpa, a promise of spring.

　　篇3

　　Spring is my favorite season. In spring days, everything comes out. While you are walking outside, your eyes will be filled with green.

　　春天是我最喜歡的季節。春天一切都發芽了。在外面散步，眼睛裡看到的都是滿滿的綠色。

　　In spring days, our world is a sunny place, which is covered with green trees and colorful flowers, so it can be described as a paradise. Especially when you are in the countryside, you can see green mountains, vast fields, clean streams, and all the living creatures, coexisting harmoniously. All of them make up the most beautiful picture in the world.

　　在春天，我們的世界是一個充滿陽光的地方，到處都覆蓋著綠色的樹木和色彩繽紛的鮮花，所以它可以說得上是一個天堂。尤其是當你在鄉下時，你可以看到綠色的山，廣闊的田野，清澈的小溪，和所有的生物和諧共存。所有這些組成了世界上最漂亮的畫。

　　In spring days, the sun shines brightly, and there's also some pleasant breeze. So how charming it is while feeling the spring wind blow us. It's also wonderful to enjoy the beautiful sunshine. You will also get a lot of refreshments while having a walk outside.

　　春天，陽光燦爛，還有一些令人愉快的微風。所以感覺到春風吹過我們的時候該是是多麼的令人陶醉。也是享受美麗的陽光時候。你也會覺得恢復精力當你到外面走一走時。

　　I hope we can enjoy the life of spring every day.

　　我們希望我們可以享受春天的每一天生活。