小学生英语作文写春天

MyfavouriteseasonHello,mydearfriends!What’smyfavouriteseason?Letmetellyou.Myfavouriteseasonisspring.Springisalovelyseason,Ithink.Thereisagardenbehindmyhouse.Inspring,thetreesbeegreenandtheflowersgiveofffragrance(芳香).Therearemanybutterfliesandbeesovertheflowers.Thebutterfliesaredancingandthebeesaresinging.Sometimesitrains.Itusuallyrainsquietly.Therainmoistens(滋润)thetreesandtheflowers.Ithinktheymaysay,“We’reverythirsty.Therainisverygood.Itcanhelpus.”Whatabeautifulscene!Don’tyouthinkso?Andwhataboutyourfavouriteseason,couldyoutellme?我最喜欢的季节你好，我最亲爱的朋友！我最喜欢的季节是哪个呢？让我告诉你。我最喜欢的是春天。我觉得春天是个可爱的季节。在我家后门有个花园。在春天树变绿了，花也散发着芳香。有许多蝴蝶和蜜蜂在花丛中飞舞。蝴蝶在跳舞蜜蜂在歌唱。有时候会下雨，常常都是下得轻轻的。雨水滋润了树木和花朵。我想他们会说，“我们好渴，这雨水真是及时。”真是一幅美丽的画面！你不这样认为吗？你能告诉我你最喜欢的季节吗？　　Springisadelightfulseason.Thetemperaturesaremoderate,andthebloomingtreesandflowersmakethecitybrightwithcolors.Thisisthetimewhenwecanbegintowearlighterandmorebrightlycoloredclothesandgooutdoorsmoreoften.Smallerchildrenliketobringtheirkitesouttothespacioussquare.AlsoIenjoygoingbacktothevillageonthisholidayafterbeinginthecityforthewintermonths.春天是个让人欣喜的季节.气温适中,挂满绿叶的树和盛开的花朵给城市增添了明亮的色彩.在这个时节里,我们可以穿上轻便靓丽的衣服经常出门去了.小孩子们则喜欢在广阔的天空中放风筝.在城里呆了一个冬天之后,我也喜欢回到村子里度假.　　aspringmorningitwasearlyinthespringmorning.thesunwasjustrisingoutoftheeasternhorizon?emittingsteaksofredhuethroughthecloudsandacrossthesky.soonthecampuswasbattledinthefirstraysofthesun.thelake?thetreesandthebambooslookedasiftheywereallgilded.thegroundwascoveredwithtendergrassesandthebeadeddewdropsstoodontheirtipsandreflectedthesunshine.birdsflewaboutinthewoodsitteringrestlessly.someboystudentswhowereabsorbedinreadingleanedagainstthetreeswithbudspeepingoutfromwithinthegraybarks.acoupleofgirlstudentsreadenglishaloudwhilewalkingupanddownthegravelpatharoundthelake?whereasortofstreamrose?formingathinmist.itwasreallyamorningofbeauty?ofvigorandofhope.　　描写春天的英语短文　　Springarenotalwaysthesame.Insomeyears,AprilburstsuponVirginiahillsinoneprodigiousleap-andallthestageisfilledatonce,wholechorusesoftulips,arabesquesofforsythia,cadenzasoffloweringplum.Thetreesgrowleavwsovernight.Inotheryears,springtipoesin.Itpauses,overebyshyness,likemygrandchildatthedoor,peepingin,duckingoutofsight,gigglinginthehallway.Iknowyouareoutthere,Icry.Comein”AndAprilslipsintoourarms.Thedogwoodbud,palegreen,isinlaidwithrussetmarkings.Withintheperfectcupascoreofclusteredseedsarenestled.Oneexaminesthebudinawe:Wherewerethoseseedsamonthago?Theapplesdisplaytheirmilliner'sscrapsofivorysilk,rose-tinged.Allthesleepingthingswakeit,feelit,crumbleAprilinyourhands.Looktotherueanemone,ifyouwill,orthepeapatch,ortothestubbornweedthatthrustsitsshouldersthroughacitystreet.Thisishowitwas,isnow,andevershallbe,theworldwithoutend.Intheserenecertaintyofspringrecurring,whofearthedistantfall?