Spring(1)--朱自清

    Is hoping, is hoping, the east wind has come, spring's footsteps were near. all look like
    the appearance which just awoke, opens oyfully joyful enlarged ones vision. Shan Lang Run has gotten up, the high water has gotten up, the sun blushed. the grass drills secretly from the land, tender, green. In the garden, in the field, looks, a big piece of big piece
    completely. Sits, is lying down, hits two to roll, plays several foot balls, match several
    runs, seizes several chapter of fan Tibet. Wind frivolous smart, the grass is soft. the
    peach tree, the apricot tree, the pear tree, you do not let me, I not let you, opened fills
    the flower to catch up with. Red elephant fire, powder elephant rosy cloud, white elephant snow. In the flower is having the sweet taste; Closed one's eyes, on the tree was full was as if already the peach, apricot, pear. Under the flower becomes thousand tenths hundred honeybees humming sound to make, the size butterfly flies round. The wild flower everywhere is: Various, has the name, does not have the name, disperses in the thick patch of grass likely the eye likely star, but also winks winks.
    “blows the surface not cold willow wind”, good, looks like mother's hand to stroke you, in the wind is having the soil breath which a heart turns, is mixing the green grass taste, but also has the fragrance which plants flowers respectively, ferments in slightly the moist air. Bird the nest where numerous colored tender leaf in the middle, cheers up, shouts the friend to make the partner to show off the clear singing voice, sings the persuasive song, with the cool breeze running water should with. niubei on shepherd boy's piccolo, at this time also all day long resonant is making a sound.