朱自清《春》英文版

《春》是朱自清的名篇佳作，被收录在7年级的语言课本里，一直是中学生的必背篇章之一。下面是我们为大家带来，欢迎大家阅读。

朱自清《春》英文版

Spring(revised version)

Zhu Ziqing

Trs. by Crossover

So long and so much it has been expected! With the east wind’s return, now the footsteps of spring are approaching.

Everything on the earth seems awake from a sound sleep, opening their eyes in glee. Hills become green again, rivers begin to rise, and the sun shines more brightly.

The new grass, fresh and tender, emerges in such a quiet way that you are not even aware when it sprouts out. Look, in the gardens, in the fields, there are stretches and patches of greenness. You may feel like to sit, or lie, or just roll yourself on it; you may also want to play football, do several rounds of running, or play hide-and-seek over there accompanied by the gentle breeze. Oh, so soft the spring grass feels.

Apricots, peaches and pears，all bloom to outshine one another as if in a beauty pageant; their blossoms, red as fire, pink as sunglow, white as snow, smelling so sweet. Among them are busy swarms of humming honeybees; beautiful butterflies of all kinds and sizes flit hither and thither. With your eyes closed, you could almost see in your mind the copious fruits hanging from those branches. And there are wildflowers too, some having names and some not, dotting the grass like eyes and stars that are blinking and twinkling.

And it's true that "you won't feel chill in a willow breeze that blows on your cheeks."* The spring breeze feels just like a mum's tender touch! It also carries the smell of the newly-ploughed soil, which is mixed with the scent of grass and fragrance of flowers, brewing in the moist air. Birds build their nests in flowering branches. They are in high spirits now, singing to their friends and mates, and their sweet songs echo in the gentle breeze and flowing water. In such a happy springtime buffalo boys' bamboo flutes can be heard all day long.

Rains are common in this season, and always last a couple of days. But don’t be annoyed. They are drizzles, falling like ox hair, threads or silk to weave into a mist, in which houses seem wearing thin veils. Yet being bathed, leaves look brightly verdant; the brightness of green blades is able to dazzle your eyes. At dusk when lights are lit, the rainy evenings appear to be more peaceful with the warm yellow halos. On the country roads, by the stone bridges, are travelers under their oilpaper umbrellas. There are farmers, with their palm cloaks and bamboo hats on, still working in the fields; and their country cottages, sparsely scattered around, stand silently in the rain.

When days are fine, people young and old, urban or rural, are all out with their families. You see，there are more and more kites floating in the sky, and more and more kids playing on the grounds. By doing some stretching exercises or recreations the folks get refreshed in the spring air. Now they are filled with energy for their own jobs. Surely you know this, “A year's plan starts in spring.”* Spring is a time full of animation and hopes. It's just the right time for you to go and make your hopes come true.

Spring is like a newborn baby, new from head to toe, it grows and develops.

Spring is like a pretty girl in a gorgeous dress, walking with a sweet smile.

Spring is like a vigorous and active young man, steel-strong, who is leading us forward.

* The sentence is a paraphrase of one line of a poem written by a monk whose Buddhist name was called Zhinan in the Sourthern Song Dynasty (1127 – 1279)

* We can also borrow Robert Browning’s “The year’s at the spring” to translate this old saying.

trs by Crossover

拓展阅读：朱自清散文《春》原文

盼望着，盼望着，东风来了，春天的脚步近了。

一切都像刚睡醒的样子，欣欣然张开了眼。山朗润起来了，水长起来了，太阳的脸红起来了。

小草偷偷地从土里钻出来，嫩嫩的，绿绿的。园子里，田野里，瞧去，一大片一大片满是的。坐着，躺着，打两个滚，踢几脚球，赛几趟跑，捉几回迷藏。风轻悄悄的，草绵软软的。

桃树、杏树、梨树，你不让我，我不让你，都开满了花赶趟儿。红的像火，粉的像霞，白的像雪。花里带着甜味，闭了眼，树上仿佛已经满是桃儿、杏儿、梨儿。花下成千成百的蜜蜂嗡嗡地闹着，大小的蝴蝶飞来飞去。野花遍地是：杂样儿，有名字的，没名字的，散在草丛里，像眼睛，像星星，还眨呀眨的。

“吹面不寒杨柳风”，不错的，像母亲的手抚摸着你。风里带来些新翻的泥土的气息，混着青草味，还有各种花的香，都在微微润湿的空气里酝酿。鸟儿将窠巢安在繁花嫩叶当中，高兴起来了，呼朋引伴地卖弄清脆的喉咙，唱出宛转的曲子，与轻风流水应和着。牛背上牧童的短笛，这时候也成天在嘹亮地响。

雨是最寻常的，一下就是三两天。可别恼。看，像牛毛，像花针，像细丝，密密地斜织着，人家屋顶上全笼着一层薄烟。树叶子却绿得发亮，小草也青得逼你的眼。傍晚时候，上灯了，一点点黄晕的光，烘托出一片这安静而和平的夜。乡下去，小路上，石桥边，撑起伞慢慢走着的人;还有地里工作的农夫，披着蓑，戴着笠的。他们的草屋，稀稀疏疏的在雨里静默着。

天上风筝渐渐多了，地上孩子也多了。城里乡下，家家户户，老老小小，他们也赶趟儿似的，一个个都出来了。舒活舒活筋骨，抖擞抖擞精神，各做各的一份事去。

“一年之计在于春”;刚起头儿，有的是工夫，有的是希望。

春天像刚落地的娃娃，从头到脚都是新的，它生长着。

春天像小姑娘，花枝招展的，笑着，走着。

春天像健壮的青年，有铁一般的胳膊和腰脚，他领着我们上前去。

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