If I became spring breeze, a vernal and warm spring breeze. People loses sight of my form, can guess only my face. At that time, can you still know me?
假如我变成了春风，一阵和煦而温暖的春风。人们看不见我的身影，只能猜想我的面庞。这时候，你还会认识我吗？
I want stroke to live tree, take to them spring message. Tree brandishs rod is making call to me, the bud bud loiter with petite flower is worn my forehead. I should tap the head that taps them gently, again sadly thrill through, let them find the trace that is less than me.
我要拂过树木，给它们带去春的讯息。树木挥动小枝给我打着招呼，花儿娇小的苞蕾蹭着我的额头。我要轻轻地拍拍它们的脑袋，再悄然闪过，让它们寻不到我的踪迹。
I should stroll, the clothes that them air dries flips through slightly. They just boil winter weather, had hidden ruthless and cruel north wind, how should look forward to vernal arrival! Lean on a stick of an old person is worn bastinado, walked out of the door to come. I am blowing his silver hair. He is looking at a sky, reach a hand, the five fingers is stretched, seem to want to feel the sunshine of that warm. I move back and forth between his finger and pass. He is enjoying my dancing in finger tip, broaden on the face that is furrow completely a smile, mutter path: “ is spring of spring breeze …… came, spring came ……”
我要漫步走在老人们的院子里，将他们晾晒的被褥微微翻动。他们刚刚熬过冬天，躲藏过暴戾的北风，该多么盼望春天的到来！一位老人拄着杖，走出门来了。我吹着他的银发。他望着天空，伸出手，五指张开，好像要触摸那温煦的阳光。我就在他的手指间穿梭而过。他享受着我在指尖的舞蹈，满是皱纹的脸上绽开一个笑容，喃喃自语道：“是春风……春天来了，春天来了……”
I should run quickly to children to play the place of the composition. Aloof, I see a child is lifting the windmill, toot is worn the mouth, knitting eyebrow, ground of have no alternative looks at a sky. My riveting became sufficient strong, “ whizs ” ground flies, “ whizs ” ground flies. The windmill turns rose, breathe out part of speech the ground! The child is laughing gladly, crying: “ turns rose, turn rose! The colour with gorgeous ” interweaves together with the smiling face of child child, appear dazzing all the more and dazzling. He is strong sky brandish wave: “ thanks you, wind elder sister! ”
我要奔向孩子们嬉戏作文的地方。远远地，我看到一个孩子举着风车，嘟着嘴，皱着眉，无可奈何地看着天空。我铆足了劲儿，“嗖”地飞过去，又“嗖”地飞回来。风车转起来了，呼呼啦啦地！孩子高兴地笑着，喊着：“转起来了，转起来了！”绚烂的色彩与孩童的笑颜交织在一起，显得格外夺目耀眼。他冲着天空挥了挥手：“谢谢你，风姐姐！”
I should fly to the each place corner of the earth, fly to the remotest corners of the earth, spring message transfers each person.
我要飞向大地的每一处角落，飞向天涯海角，把春的讯息传递给每一个人。
Finish all these, I should return the home stealthily from the window in, turn a few rounds before parents, those who let them also feel spring breeze is gentle. I should make mom's page flips through slightly, make father's boiled water floats slightly a billows. Finally, I should sneak away answer oneself in house, become original appearance.
做完这一切，我要悄悄地从窗户回到家里，在父母面前转几圈，让他们也感受到春风的温和。我要使妈妈的书页微微翻动，使爸爸的茶水微微泛起波澜。最后，我要溜回自己屋里，变成原来的模样。
Does “ just get up, my baby? ” mom pulls open a curtain.
“刚刚起床吗，我的宝贝？”妈妈拉开窗帘。
“ yes, mom. ” I blink, conceal laugh.
“是的，妈妈。”我眨了眨眼，匿笑。(文/王欣禾)