"Chi Rijiang Shan Li, spring breeze flowers and plants is sweet " . Manacle when what we shucked off a winter, ramble is in forest on the canal between, casual, the flower that gentle breeze delivers a refreshing is sweet, yes, spring goes.
“迟日江山丽，春风花草香”。当我们脱去了冬的束缚，漫步在林间的小道上，不经意间，微风送来一阵阵沁人心脾的花香，是的，春天走来了。
Vernal wind is soft. Her kiss is too willow, that sallow spat verdancy; She has touched lawn, na Xiaocao faint showed a beautiful image; She rippled spring water, that sleep deeply the small frog of one winter keeps " Gu - Gu - " noisy, bite with the brook babble the movement that the running water sound of Dong is playing a tune together. Spring composition the cloud of the day is slowly. She is lackadaisical stroll adagio, gentle breeze whiff, alternating loathly all sorts of attitude. The sky of azure blue is her arena, extensive earth is her audience. If sun farther-in-law showed smiling face fitly, so scenic dress is certain today it is to set went up to beautiful Phnom Penh.
春天的风是柔软的。她轻拂过柳树，那柳枝便吐出了新绿；她抚摸过草坪，那小草便隐约露出了倩影；她荡漾开了春水，那沉睡了一冬的小青蛙便不停地“呱-呱-”聒噪着，与小河叮叮咚咚的流水声一起演奏着一曲和谐的乐章。春天的云是慢悠悠的。她懒洋洋在清朗的天空中缓慢地信步，微风一吹，不情愿地变换着各种姿态。湛蓝的天空是她的舞台，辽阔的大地是她的观众。如果太阳公公恰好露出了笑脸，那么今天舞台的服装一定是镶上了道道美丽的金边。
The cleverest still is to come a bit spit. Wash rice the spit rustle underground of drop of the sound of rain is worn, be like ox hair closely, the fine needle that be like a flower, as if a hazy mist, seem a frivolous gauze. She embraces everything none hesitantly into her bosom, dense worldly everythings on earth. This unbroken drizzle embellish left so red that be like igneous kapok, if the peony of snow is spent,pink is gotten, if the Chinese rose of jade is spent,get in vain, embellish opened icebound earth, also the smiling face that embellish drove farmer father's elder brother...
最妙的还是来一点儿小雨。淅淅沥沥的小雨沙沙地下着，密如牛毛，细如花针，仿佛一层朦胧的雾，又好似一袭轻薄的纱。她把一切都毫不犹豫地拥进了她的怀抱，氤氲着世间的万物。这绵绵的细雨润开了红得如火的木棉花，粉得如雪的芍药花，白得如玉的月季花，润开了冰封的大地，也润开了农民伯伯的笑颜……
Most of intoxicate still is vernal night. Bright month breeze, stars is bright. Wind tootle crosses this to return a little coolish night, carry come an aroma of pure and fresh flowers and plants. Moon is aspersed on the earth silently, the arm that shaking like a mother her child fair-skinneds in vain gently is so tender. A crepuscular inclined the old tree according to that graceful in our campus, do not know when, this familiar old branch head already compose is bit fuller the safflower of the dot... get drunk in this spring breeze in the evening, you also as if the voice that can hear so that see that branch takes out new bud -- everythings on earth stirs, an opportunity of survival, this is green rhythm, this is life hand in noisy...
最醉人的还是春天的夜吧。皓月微风，星斗灿烂。风儿轻吹过这还有点儿微凉的夜，携来一股清新的花草香气。月光静静地洒在大地上，就像一位母亲轻轻地摇着她的孩子白皙的手臂那么温柔。一缕微光斜照着我们校园里那棵婀娜的老树，不知何时，这棵熟悉的老树枝头已缀满了点点的红花……在这春风沉醉的晚上，你也仿佛能听得见那枝条抽出新芽的声音——万物萌动，一片生机，这是青春的律动，这是生命的交响……
What the bright moon leaves night is beautiful dream, what the brook leaves distant place is altruistic dedication, what spring leaves fall is happy bumper harvest, and what childhood leaves me is colorful memory. 12 years old us, left childhood, greeted a youngster. 12 years old we also are about to leave the elementary school campus that this lived 6 years. Be in soft in gentle spring breeze, below La La's clear sky, that often loves in spring the beautiful corridor of campus falls foolish foolish bemused girl: You should give the leaf tomorrow to add a color like spring breeze, the setting sun that if alpenglow gives some day commonly,still is this increases a memory...
明月留给夜晚的是美丽的梦幻，小河留给远方的是无私的奉献，春天留给秋季的是喜悦的丰收，而童年留给我的则是多彩的记忆。12岁的我们，告别了童年，迎来了少年。12岁的我们也即将告别这生活了六年的小学校园。在柔柔的春风里，在蓝蓝的晴空下，那个经常爱在春天校园的花廊下傻傻发呆的小姑娘：你该像春风一样给明天的叶子添一丝色彩，还是该如朝霞一般给来日的夕阳增添一份记忆……