春天的歌…

春，悄无声息地来了……

我伸了个懒腰，缓缓站起，望着窗外衔着泥巴的燕子，忙碌地穿梭在春雨即将来临的天空，心中说不出的舒畅：“哦!春天来了。”

试图调整一下紧张情绪，便毅然撇下繁重的作业，骑着车子来到了郊外……一个春意盎然的花园悄悄跳入我的视线。花园中繁花似锦，簇簇不知名的花儿在枝头微笑，自信地展示着自己俏丽的身姿……

“轰隆隆!”当第一滴清凉的珠子轻快地落在我的脸庞，雨滴们便争先恐后地扑向大地上，欣赏春的美丽。微微仰头，任雨珠拍打脸颊，酥酥麻麻的感觉顺着皮肤传递到心中。燕子不知在何时又闯入我的视野，叽叽喳喳的闹声仿佛也在吟唱春天的赞歌。

雨慢慢大了起来，我不得不撑起伞儿……晶莹的雨珠流转于伞面，如最美的花朵含着露水绽放。此时，那花朵之下，我双眸微闭，静静的聆听那首春天的歌儿……

雨滴击打在宽大的蕉叶上，“啪，啪”声为滴答的雨儿打起了节奏。燕子叽叽喳喳的也来凑这份热闹，为这首乐曲，增添了无限活力。

聆听着这首大自然的乐章，我仿佛感受到了来自万物的生命之喜悦，向上之力量，茁壮之坚强……

花儿冒着雨，迎着风，淡然笑着;小草晃着小小的脑袋，沐浴在春雨中;燕子低飞，轻掠地面，向大地礼貌问好……眼前的一切，竟是如此美好，如此醉人……

春天的交响乐仍在演绎，她似乎唱出了大自然的魅力和万物的清新与美丽，更唱出了，生命的奇迹……我们的诞生与成长，不正是世上最美好的故事吗?

生命宝贵，唯愿时时珍惜!努力用心呵护，这支来自春天的歌……

英语翻译：

Spring came silently...

I stretched my waist and stood up slowly, looking at the swallows carrying mud outside the window, busy shuttled in the sky when the spring rain was coming, and felt uncomfortable in my heart: "Oh! Spring is here."

Trying to adjust the tension, he resolutely left the heavy work and rode to the outskirts... a spring-filled garden quietly jumped into my sight. The garden is full of flowers, and clusters of unknown flowers are smiling on the branches, confidently showing their pretty figure...

"Boom!" When the first cool bead fell on my face briskly, the raindrops rushed to the ground, admiring the beauty of spring. Raising his head slightly, letting the raindrop slap his cheeks, the numb feeling passed down the skin to his heart. I don't know when the swallows broke into my field of vision again, and the noise of twitter seemed to be singing the hymn of spring.

The rain was getting heavy, and I had to hold up the umbrella... The crystal raindrops flowed on the umbrella surface, like the most beautiful flowers blooming with dew. At this moment, under the flower, my eyes closed slightly, listening to the song of spring quietly...

The raindrops hit the wide banana leaves, and the sound of "pop, pop" set the rhythm for the ticking rain. Swallows also came to join in the excitement, adding infinite vitality to this piece of music.

Listening to this movement of nature, I seem to feel the joy of life from all things, the power of upwards, the strength of growth...

The flowers braved the rain, facing the wind, smiling calmly; the grass shook their heads and bathed in the spring rain; the swallows flew low, swept the ground, and greeted the earth politely... Everything in front of us was so beautiful. , So intoxicating...

The symphony of spring is still being performed. She seems to sing the charm of nature and the freshness and beauty of all things, and even more, the miracle of life... Isn't our birth and growth the best story in the world?

Life is precious, so I wish to cherish it from time to time! Work hard to care for it, this song from spring...