Spring are not always the same.In some years,April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,whole choruses of tulips,arabesques of forsythia,cadenzas of flowering plum.The trees grow leaves overnight.

　　春天并不總是相同的。在一些年，四月爆發(fā)在弗吉尼亞的小山丘一個健步跨越所有的階段，頓時，滿山遍野的郁金香，連翹，榆葉梅華彩。一夜之間葉成林。

　　In other years,spring tiptoes in.It pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway."I know you are out there,"I cry."Come in”And April slips into our arms.

　　在其他年份，春天踮著腳。它停了下來，克服羞怯，喜歡在家門口，我的孫子在偷窺，避開視線，在走廊里咯咯地笑。“我知道你在那里，我哭了。“進來”和四月潛入我們的武器。

　　The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet markings.Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled.One examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?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.

　　山茱萸的花蕾，淡綠色，鑲著赤褐色的斑紋。在完美的杯偎依著一叢種子。不禁要驚羨地問一句：一個月前，這些種子還在哪兒呢?蘋果顯示器的女帽乳白色絲緞，rose-tinged.all沉睡的東西喚醒它，感受它，在手中賞玩四月。

　　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?

　　看看白頭翁花，如果你愿意，或豌豆畦，或是那倔強地在城市的街道上。這是怎么回事，現(xiàn)在是，并且永遠都是，沒有結(jié)束的世界。春去春又來，誰害怕遙遠的秋天呢?