Spring(spring festival)

春不喜爱千篇一律。有时，春像个淘气的孩子，一个箭步就跃上了家门前的小山丘，它隆重的到来，非要给人一个惊喜；有时候，春又像个情窦初开的少女，羞涩腼腆，藏着、躲着，欲前又止，让人猜不透心思。

草绿花香，鸟语蛙鸣。春天回来了！这篇洋溢着融融春意的小散文献给大地，献给你！

Springs are not always the same. In some years, April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious^{1 leap - and all the stage is filled at once, whole choruses of tulips, arabesques2 of forsythia, cadenzas of flowering plum. 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^{3 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^{4: Where were those seeds a month ago? The apples display their milliner's scraps5 of ivory silk, rose-tinged. All the sleeping things wake up - primrose6, baby iris7, blue phlox. The ea(做爱小说)rth warms - you can smell it, feel it, crumble8 April in your hands.}

Look to the rue^{9 anemone10, 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 serene11 certainty of spring recurring12, who can fear the distant fall?}

·The Blanket 一床双人毛毯(11-10)
·最美丽的心(11-10)
·幸福的要诀(11-10)
·天使在你身边(11-10)
· 情人节：玫瑰的传说(11-10)