在日常的学习、工作、生活中，大家都经常看到作文的身影吧，作文根据写作时限的不同可以分为限时作文和非限时作文。一篇什么样的作文才能称之为优秀作文呢？下面是小编为大家整理的英语春天的作文4篇，欢迎阅读与收藏。
春姑娘提着花篮，穿着彩色连衣裙，悄悄地来到了人间。春天像一位魔术师，它给了太阳火热的力量。春天像一只小闹钟，它唤醒了熟睡的小草和鲜花，让大自然充满了活力。
Spring girl carrying a basket of flowers, wearing a colorful dress, quietly came to the world. Spring is like a magician. It gives the sun the power to shine. Spring is like a small alarm clock, it awakens the sleeping grass and flowers, and makes the nature full of vitality.
春天，好多野花醒了，只见它们伸伸懒腰，挥挥手，像在欢迎春天的到来。花儿们争先恐后地开放着，有红的，黄的，白的，粉的……各种各样，把大地装扮成五颜六色的，虽然不是名贵的花，但也给大地带来欢声笑语。
A lot of wild flowers in spring, woke up and saw them stretch, waved, like to welcome the arrival of spring. The flowers vie with each other and are open, red, yellow, white and pink...... All kinds of land disguised as colorful, although not expensive flowers, but also brought laughter to the earth.
春天的风是和煦的，如妈妈的`手抚摸着我的发绡；春天的雨是香甜的，如妈妈呵护着我幼小的心田；春天的阳光是温暖的，如妈妈的爱让我茁壮成长。
The spring wind is warm, such as mother's hand and stroked my hair silk; spring rain is sweet, like mother's caress my young heart; the spring sunshine is warm, like a mother's love let me grow up.
贵如油的春雨依然连绵不断地下着，它落在小树上，像给小树披上了一层美丽的纱裙；它浮在水里，像许多小虫在蠕动；它飞到田野里，给庄稼浇起了水。它滋润了世间万物，滋润了小草，滋润了庄稼……
The spring rain is as precious as oil without stop underground, it fell on a small tree, like a tree covered with a layer of beautiful veil; it floating in the water, like many insects in peristalsis; it flew into the fields, pouring the water to the crops. It moistens all things in the world, nourishing the grass, nourishing the crops......
春天是美好的季节，让我们去探索大自然的美景吧！
Spring is a beautiful season. Let's explore the beauty of nature!
Some people like the hot sun hot summer, some people like the fruitful autumn, some people like snow in the winter, but I like the flowers of spring.
Connect stepping light footsteps coming towards nature, she is like a magician, with a magic wand, waving everywhere. With a wave of his hand, her on the grass, the grass from the earth drill out; She told jasmine, jasmine tree was full of flowers; She of wild flowers, colorful wildflowers smiled from the grass. Voice like a painting teacher, add on to trees and flowers are colourful color, she gave the red on the draw, azaleas, edition makes them look gorgeous; She gave the grass on the draw, willow green, let them become more vibrant. A breeze blowing, the trees and flowers are blowing in the wind, they laughed cheerfully. The earth is full of vitality.
Connect stepping light footsteps came to a small river, awaken the frozen river and swam in the bottom of the fish out of water, breathing the fresh air; Hibernate frog also woke up, singing cheerful tune; The swallow flew back from the south, enjoying the beautiful scenery here.
Connect with the cheerful step came to our side, she help us to take off the thick sweater, put on the light. People are out of the house, some play in the park, some in the suburbs for an outing, and fly a kite on the grass. People grin.
"Spring" spring is a good time, we don't miss her. I like spring.
Spring is a delightful season.
The temperatures are moderate,
and the blooming trees and flowers make the city bright with colors.
This is the time when we can begin to wear lighter and more brightly colored clothes and go outdoors more often.
Small children like to bring their kites out to Dr. Sun Yat-Sen's Memorial Hall. Also,
this is the season for the grave cleaning day when we go to honor our past generations.
I enjoy going back to the village on this holiday after being in the city for the winter months.
春天是一个令人愉快的季节。 温度是温和的, 盛开的.树木和鲜花使城市充满了色彩。 这是我们可以开始穿更轻便、颜色更鲜艳的衣服，更经常去户外的时候了。 小孩子们喜欢把他们的风筝带到孙中山先生的纪念馆。同时, 这是我们纪念过去几代人的大扫除日。 我喜欢在这个冬天呆在城市里的这个假期回到村子里。
Springs 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 floweringplum. The trees grow leaves overnight.
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’re out there,” I cry. “Come in!” And April slips into our arms.
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 up ? primrose, baby iris, blue phlox. The earth warms ? you can smell it, feel it, crumble April in your hands.
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 can fear the distant fall?
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