春天，悄悄地走进了我们的世界。它好似一个童话里的仙女，带着她的魔杖轻轻一点，把寒冷的冬天变成了万紫千红的春天。
Spring, quietly into our world. It is like a fairy in a fairy tale, with her wand gently a little bit, the cold winter into a colorful spring.
春天好像小鸟。它叫着、跳着，飞到了我们的校园，校园沸腾了，小朋友们像蝴蝶一样轻快地飞到草坪上，看！花儿开了，看！小草探出了头。
Spring is like a bird. It cries, jumps, flies to our campus, the campus boils, the children fly to the lawn like butterflies, look! The flowers are in bloom. Look! The grass stuck its head out.
春天好像一个画家，他带着画笔来到了田野，麦苗披黄挂绿，顶翻土块，钻出了地面。
Spring is like a painter. He comes to the field with his brush. The wheat shoots are covered with yellow and hanging green. He turns the soil on top and drills out of the ground.
春天好像一首歌，听！它们唱着、闹着，叮叮咚咚、叮叮咚咚地把春意带向远方。
Spring is like a song, listen! They are singing, making, Ding Dong, Ding Dong to bring the spring to the distance.
妈妈说我也是春天，我就是那柳树的嫩芽，初醒的麦苗，破土的野草，生机勃勃。
My mother said that I am also a spring, I am the buds of the willow tree, the wheat seedlings of the first awakening, the weeds of the broken earth, full of vitality.
哦！原来春天就是播种希望，预示丰收的季节，就像赛场上的起跑点。
Oh It turns out that spring is the time to sow hope and herald harvest, just like the starting point on the field.