《春》是朱自清的名篇佳作，被收錄在7年級(jí)的語言課本里，一直是中學(xué)生的必背篇章之一。下面是我們?yōu)榇蠹規(guī)恚瑲g迎大家閱讀。

　　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