春天的英语作文

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春天的英语作文篇1

Spring is coming

Spring is coming.The sun is shinning.

The wind is blowing.

The flowers are blooming.

The grass and the trees are growing.

The children are singing and dancing.

The entire world is reviving

I love Spring

Of the four seasons,I love Spring best.In Spring,the weather gets warmer and everything begins to grow rapily.If we go to the countryside on a sunny day in Spring,W‘ll find tree turning green and flowers blooming.Besides mypersonal interests,I think the most in portant reason.

Why I like Spring is that Spring signifies hope and progress.It assures us a promising season of summer and also the most iportant havvest seaso-autum.I love Sprig.（约70字）

Spring is coming（字数36字）

Spring is coming.

The sun is shinning.

The wind is blowing.

The flowers are blooming.

The grass and the trees are growing.

The children are singing and dancing.

The entire world is reviving.

A Happy Day in Spring

It's spring. It's sunny and cloudy today. There are many big trees in the park. Mr. Black's family have a picnic in a park. They bring many food there. They bring fruit, drink and bread. Mr. Black and Mrs. Black talk with each other. They talk very happily. Ann reads a magazine. Tom likes flying a kite. The kite flies very well. They are hungry now. They want to eat their food. They are very happy.

Spring

Oh! Spring is coming.

Look! All the things are reviving. The world is colorful. The trees and grass are green. Flowers are beautiful. Some are red. Some are yellow. Some are purple. The birds are flying in the blue sky. The bees are singing. They are very busy. They are making honey. The butterflies are dancing in the garden. The children are playing games.

I like spring.

春天的英语作文篇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.

春天的英语作文篇3

The winter of the year has passed, and the spring girl should say goodbye to Grandpa winter. It's so fast all the year round!

The spring breeze blew gently. The flowers opened and the grass was green. The little swallow flew back from the South and the children came out and played happily. In the spring, we will have new discovery, the secret of spring is so much! We grew up happily in the spring. Spring is a warm, beautiful, happy and beautiful season!

I like the beautiful spring.

春天的英语作文篇4

透过我家的一扇窗户向外看，一排排像军人的树已经叶苦苦傲过严冬，再次就长出树叶，就像一件完美的军服，给这些熬过慢长严冬的军人们送上温暖。

My house through a window, a row of trees have leaf like soldiers struggling proud of the past winter, again on the leaves, like a perfect uniform, to survive these long winter soldiers send warmth.

小鸟们被鸟巢里的闷气受够了，它们新鲜的空气，一丝丝春风带给它们无比凉爽，小鸟唱起动听的歌，歌唱它们的无比自豪。每一个角落都在变，变成比严冬，比秋天，比仲夏不一样的花园。

The birds nest is close enough, the fresh air, the slightest breeze brings them very cool, birds sing beautiful songs, songs of their proud. Every corner is changing, becoming a garden that is more different than the winter, than the autumn.

在这百花齐放的春天里，家园里有两棵梨树，人见人爱。一棵花儿怒放，高高低低缀满洁白无暇的犁树花，就像一座连绵起伏的雪山，漂亮极了。

In the spring of two All flowers bloom together., pear tree homes, cute. A flower in full bloom, and decorated with white plow tree flowers, like a rolling of the white snow capped mountains, very beautiful.

另一棵梨树截燃不同，虽然没有它旁边的“高大的雪山”那样迷人，但是它树叶茂密，向四面舒展，越长越高，最后形成一把覆盖着大地的阳伞，而且结出里许多梨，

A pear tree cut fuel, although there is no next to it "tall mountain" as charming, but it leaves thick, four to stretch longer high, finally formed a parasol and covered with earth, produce many pears,

家园的春景多么可爱啊!它绚丽多姿，生气脖勃。时光在流逝，家园一地定会变成耳目一新的家园。

How lovely the spring scenery of our home is! It was gorgeous and angry. Time is passing, home will become a refreshing home.

春天的英语作文篇5

春姑娘来了，她手里拿着一把灵巧的小剪刀，把厚厚的乌云剪开了，把山上的树剪出了枝芽，把湖边的'柳条剪绿了，把墙角的桃花剪红了，把地上小草剪翠了，把草丛中的迎春花剪黄了。

Spring girl came. She had a smart little scissors in her hand. She cut the thick black clouds, cut the trees on the mountain into buds, cut the willows on the lake into green, cut the peach flowers on the corner of the wall into red, cut the grass on the ground into green and cut the jasmine flowers in the grass into yellow.

五颜六色的蝴蝶翩翩起舞，迎接着春姑娘的到来，雪白色的海鸥收拾行装准备回远方的家。小鸟叽叽喳喳讨论着春姑娘带来的礼物，小鱼从莲叶下探出头来感受春天的味道，小鸭子在清澈的湖面上快乐地嬉戏。

The colorful butterflies are dancing to welcome the spring girl. The snow-white seagulls are packing to go back home. The birds are chattering about the gifts brought by the spring girl. The little fish sticks out from under the lotus leaves to feel the taste of spring. The little ducks are playing happily on the clear lake.

我脱掉厚厚的棉袄，穿上了美丽的裙子，和爸爸、妈妈来到公园寻找春姑娘。原来她早就在这里了，她把风筝放上了天空，把温暖的阳光带到了公园，帮大地穿上了绿色的外套，帮小树戴上了开满小花的帽子。

I took off my thick cotton padded jacket and put on my beautiful skirt. I went to the park with my father and mother to look for the spring girl. She had been here for a long time. She put the kite in the sky, brought the warm sunshine to the park, helped the earth to put on the green coat, and helped the little tree to put on the hat full of flowers.