For so long we had been waiting before the east wind finally resumed its course. Now Spring is to arrive in no time.
It seems that everything is just after a long sleep, their eyes still sleepy. Mountains and hills turn more luxuriant, rivers and lakes fuller and clearer, and the sun hotter.
The new grass, tender and greenish, sneaked out of the ground without anybody knowing when. The gardens, fields, everywhere you turn, you see but tracts after tracts of greenness. You may like to sit down, or lie down, or roll yourself over on the grass; and you may feel like playing footfall or doing several rounds of running or even playing hide-and-seek on it. The breeze was simply so gentle and the grass so tender.
The peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees seem to vie against each other in blossoming. The red resemble fire, the pink clouds, and the white snow, giving off a sweet fragrance. With your eyes closed, you could almost see peaches, apricots and pears on these trees. And swarms of bees are buzzing among the flowers, together with butterflies, large and small, busy flying to and fro. Wild flowers are seen here and there: a miscellany with or without a na
me each, dotting the grass like eyes, or stars that blink from time to time.
“Blowing into your face without making you feel cold is the spring breeze.” True, it was just like a mother’s hand fondling you. The smell of the newly-cultivated land carried by the wind to you, mixed with that of the grass as well as fragrance of various kinds of flowers, was brewing in the slightly-moistened air. Now that the nestle had been completed among luxuriant flowers and tender leaves, the birds grew happy, singing proudly to call their friends as well as mates with their notes in perfect harmony with the gentle breeze and gurgling water. And the cowboys on the baffalo back can be heard blowing their flute so resonantly these days.
Rain is nothing unusual now, and often lasts two to three days. Never get annoyed! Look, could it be ox hair, or needles, or thin threads instead ? Those thin threads simply weave sideways, so densely that a thin mist pervades over all the house-tops. The tree leaves are, however, dazzlingly green, so is the grass with its luxuriance. When the dusk sets in and lights are on, the the pool of dim light suggests a night of peace and quiet. In the count
ryside, on the trails and beside the stone bridges, there are people strolling leisurely, holding an umbrella, and there are also farmers working in the fields, wearing a straw-cloak and a bamboo-hat. Their houses, sparsely located, stand still in the weaving rain.
Gradually, there are more and more kites in the sky and the the number of children on the ground grows, too. In cities as well as in the countryside, people from every household, young and old, are all pouring out of their homes one after another to stretch their limbs and, with their spirits aroused, go about their own business. “The whole year’s plan is made in Spring,” the saying goes. A year has just started, so there is still much time and one can have as many hopes.
Spring comes as a newly-born baby, new from head to toe, who grows.
Spring comes as a charming maid, dressed in her Sunday best, who laughs as she walks.
Spring comes as a robust lad with a strong arm, waist and feet, who leads us forward.
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                                          春
                                                                                朱自清

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