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导语： 春天是一个充满活力的季节,也是一个美丽 、神奇,充满希望的季节。下面是小编为大家整理了关于春天的英文诗歌，欢迎参考。
"Hello,dear Robin in the tree,
“你好，树上亲爱的知更鸟，
Will you sing a song for me ?
你能给我唱支歌吗？”
'Yes,I will sing a happy song,
“好的，我要唱一支快乐的歌，
Cheerily cheerily all day long.
开开心心地唱一天。
Hear the March winds blow,
听，三月的风儿在吹，
See the green buds show,
看，绿色的蓓蕾已出现，
Beartiful flowers are dancing,
美丽的花儿在跳舞，
Glad that spring is coming."
真高兴春天就要来到。”
When springtime comes upon us,
Filling freshness in the air.
Showing natures own beauty,
With flowers blooming everywhere.
Trees start slowly budding.
Opening to the sun's warm rays.
Start the birds to singing.
Touching our hearts in these ways.
The grass starts turning greener.
Pushing up out of the ground.
Nature is waking up.
Sending forth her beautiful sound.
The village is full of the colour of white, and noises
Acacia flowers are blooming, attracting the wings of bees
To be covered with pollens of the sunshine
If you mix acacia flowers with flour and steam it—
We take a short cut to get ahead of the bees
And smell the scent of spring
“Acacia honey, acacia honey—“ Beekeepers
Prolongs his cry
And the road from * to the beehives are prolonged as well
Spring is the best.
Spring is everywhere in East and West,
Spring has the smell of a treasure quest,
leaves of Spring in a treasure chest.
And all of the fruits of Spring,
I would really like to taste.
And the best thing about Spring is
that never in Spring is my class test.
Bohnishikha Ghosh
Sound the Flute!Now it"s mute. Birds delight，Day and Night.
Nightingale，In the dale,Lark in Sky，Merrily，Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year.
Little Boy，Full of joy.Little Girl，Sweet and small.
Cock does crow,So do you.Merry voice,Infant noise,Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year.
Little Lamb,Here I am,Come and lick My white neck.
Let me pull，Your soft Wool.。Let me kiss，Your soft face.Merrily Merrily we welcome in the Year.
Days of witchery,subtly sweet,
When every hell anstree finds heart,
When witer and spring like lovers meet
In the mist of noon and part---
In the April days.
Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep
Once-twice-and then are still,
And the woodpeckers' martial voices sweep
Like bugle notes from hill to hill-
Through the pulseless haze
Days when the soil is warm with rain,
And through the wood the shy wind steals,
Rich with the pine and the poplar smell,
And the joyous earth like a dancer reels-
Through the April days!