我心目中的春

沐浴着春光，享受着春风的拂熙，迎受着春雨的洗涤，以敏锐的感觉去寻觅我心目中的那个诗意盎然的春，去扑捉春的身影。

bathing in the spring light, enjoying the spring breeze, facing the washing of the spring rain, searching for the poetic spring in my mind with a keen sense, and catching the figure of spring.

——春风又绿江南岸，明月何时照我还？

——spring breeze and green river south bank, when does the bright moon shine on me？

古人如此，我也爱春的绿。那种绿，是让人从惺忪到清醒的绿；那种绿，是天然的绿，是不经人工染色的笨拙的绿：那种绿，同样也是生命的本色，让人浑身抖擞，有了新的希望。

the ancients, i also love the green spring. that kind of green is the green that makes people from bleary to sober; that kind of green is the natural green, the clumsy green without artificial dyeing; that kind of green is also the natural color of life, making people full of energy and have new hope.

当春风拂过草坪，当太阳更温暖，也正式这种绿的初始。站在草坪上，望着一望无际的绿，深深地吸上一口，全身上下似乎被清新的空气洗涤过，在这是孤独的自己也确实回被这绿政府，油然而声起如同作者般的思乡之情。

when the spring wind blows over the lawn, when the sun is warmer, it is also the beginning of this green. standing on the lawn, looking at the endless green, taking a deep breath, the whole body seems to have been washed by the fresh air, in this is the lonely self and indeed by the green government, the feeling of homesickness is like the author.

——随风潜入夜，润物细无声。

——with the wind into the night, moisten things silently.

的确，我爱春天的雨。那些雨，不同于夏天的倾盆大雨，使人害怕：不同于秋天的雨

indeed, i love the rain in spring. those rains, different from the downpours in summer, are frightening: different from the rains in autumn

“伤痕累累”也不同于冬天的雨伴随着寒风酷雪，使人毛骨悚然！纯的雨无声无息，如同匿名的使者：春天的雨有时伴随着薄薄的雾气，看上去酷似纱帘，有“一帘幽梦”的幻境。

"scarred" is also different from the winter rain accompanied by cold wind and cool snow, making people creepy! the pure rain is silent, like an anonymous messenger: the spring rain sometimes accompanies the thin fog, looks like a curtain of gauze, and has an illusion of "a curtain of dreams".

春雨是大公无私的，她用自己的乳汁抚育着万物生灵，但始终是无声无息，沉默寡言，和她的姐妹春风一起来到人间！

spring rain is selfless. she nurtures all creatures with her own milk, but she is silent and silent all the time. she comes to the world with her sister chunfeng!

——细雨鱼儿出，微风燕子斜。

——fish in the drizzle, swallows in the breeze.

是的，春天是个万花筒，形形色色，好不热闹，到处都有生命的活力。笔直的电线犹如声乐里的五线谱，上面不时住脚的雀鸟，则活象一个个小精灵。一会儿向左，一会儿向右，伴随着习习微风。公园里，躲了一个冬天的人们也出来了。三五成群或七八一伙，春游的，野炊的，放风筝的……但最吸引人眼球的还是公园一角的看书一族。他们有的右手拿书，左手托下巴，嘴角露出丝丝笑意，似乎在欣赏人间的哪一个精彩画面：有的两人一组，背靠着背，沐浴在春光下；还有的更好笑。他们张着嘴巴，瞪着眼睛，似乎正处于火烧眉睫的时刻。这里的景象，正如书中所讲“一年之计在于春！”鱼儿们也不甘落后，他们争当跳高高手，使出九牛二虎之力，愤离向上一跳，鱼尾摆出颗颗透亮的珍珠。有的技高一筹，满载荣耀：而有的则稍有落后，决定再战……

yes, spring is a kaleidoscope. it's colorful and lively. there's vitality everywhere. the straight wire is like the staff in the vocal music. the birds that live on it from time to time are like elves. one to the left, one to the right, with the breeze. in the park, people who had been hiding for a winter also came out. in groups of three or five or seven or eight, spring outings, picnics, kites but the most eye-catching is the reading group in the corner of the park. some of them hold books in their right hand, chin in their left hand, and smile at the corners of their mouths. it seems that they are enjoying a wonderful picture in the world: some are in groups with their backs against their backs, bathed in the spring light; others are more funny. they opened their mouths and stared, as if they were in a moment of burning eyebrows and lashes. the scene here, as the book says, "the plan of a year is spring!" the fish are not willing to fall behind. they strive to be high jumpers. with the strength of nine cows and two tigers, they jump up angrily. there are many bright pearls in the tail of the fish. some are better than others, full of glory; others are a little behind, and decide to fight again

当然，还有许多诗句。例如“月出惊山鸟，时鸣春涧中”又如“春潮带雨晚来急。

of course, there are many poems. for example, "when the moon comes out, the birds will startle the mountains, and when the spring stream is singing," or "when the spring tide brings rain late, it is urgent,

野渡无人舟自横”再如“落花人独立，微雨燕双飞”诸如此类，实在难以数出个七八九来！

it's hard to count 78 or 89 of them, such as "people who have fallen flowers are independent, and the swift and the swallow are flying together"!

众里寻她千百度，那人却在灯火阑珊之中。我寻找到了我心目中的那个春，我不能不说春天是个充满诗情画意的世界！

she was found in the crowd, but the man was in the dim light. i found the spring in my mind. i can't help but say that spring is a world full of poetry and painting!