既优美又好背的短文诗歌

Spring

春天

Spring are not always the same.

春天并不总是相同的。

In some years,

在一些年里，

April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,

4月爆发后，在弗吉尼亚的小山丘一个健步飞跃和所有的阶段是一次充满

whole choruses of tulips,

整个田野的郁金香

arabesques of forsythia,

花纹连翘

cadenzas of flowering plum.The trees grow leavws overnight.

树木表演起了独奏，一夜之间长大开花。

In other years,spring tipoes in.

在其他时间里，我盼望着

It pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway."

它停顿，克服羞怯喜欢我的孙子在门口，在偷窥，一下子跑开了，不见踪影，从门厅开怀大笑。

I know you are out there,"I cry."Come in”And April slips into our arms.

我知道你是在那里，“我哭了。和4月单到我们的武器来。

The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet markings.Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled.

山茱萸的花蕾，淡绿色，黄褐色，镶嵌完美的一杯集群种子评分是依偎。

One examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?

仔细看，在敬畏芽：这些种子还在哪儿一个月前？

The apples display their milliner's scraps of ivory silk,rose-tinged.All the sleeping things wake it,feel it, crumble April in your hands.

苹果显示器的象牙丝的女帽的签名，玫瑰All沉睡的东西唤醒它，感觉到它捧在手中赏玩四月。

Look to the rue anemone,if you will,or the pea patch,or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street.This is how it was,is now,and ever shall be, the world without end.In the serene certainty of spring recurring,who fear the distant fall?

看的到Rue海葵，如果你愿意，或豌豆畦，或到其顽固杂草的推力，通过城市street.This肩膀是它如何，现在，和以往任何时候都不得未经end.In的世界宁静的春天经常确定性，谁害怕遥远的秋天呢？

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