有几个句子,还有几篇描写春天的美文,

　　wheninspringthesweetshowersfall

　　Thatpiercewinter'sdroughttotherootandall...

　　ASpringMorning

　　Itwasearlyinthespringmorning.Thesunwasjustrisingoutoftheeasternhorizonemittingsteaksofredhuethroughthecloudsandacrossthesky.Soonthecampuswasbattledinthefirstraysofthesun.Thelakethetreesandthebambooslookedasiftheywereallgilded.Thegroundwascoveredwithtendergrassesandthebeadeddewdropsstoodontheirtipsandreflectedthesunshine.

　　Birdsflewaboutinthewoodstwitteringrestlessly.Someboystudentswhowereabsorbedinreadingleanedagainstthetreeswithbudspeepingoutfromwithinthegraybarks.AcoupleofgirlstudentsreadEnglishaloudwhilewalkingupanddownthegravelpatharoundthelakewhereasortofstreamroseformingathinmist.

　　Itwasreallyamorningofbeautyofvigorandofhope.

　　Today,lookatthebluesky,hearthegrassgrowingbeneathyourfeet,inhalethescentofspring,letthefruitsoftheearthlingeronyourtongue,reachoutandembracethoseyoulove.AskSpirittoawakenyourawarenesstothesacrednessofyoursensoryperceptions.

　　Whatamiracleitis.Nomatterhowlongthewinter,howhardthefrostorhowdeepthesnow,Naturetriumphs.Noseasonisawaitedsoeagerlyorwelcomedsowarmlyasspring…EachyearIamastonishedbythewealthofflowerstheseasongivesus:thesubtletyofthewildprimrosesandviolets,therichpaletteofcrocusintheparks,tallsoldiertulipsandproudtrumpetingdaffodilsandnarcissi.

　　Picturethis:Theairandtheearthinterpenetratedinthewarmgustsofspring;thesoilwasfullofsunlight,andthesunlightfullofreddust.Theaironebreathedwassaturatedwithearthysmells,andthegrassunderfoothadareflectionofblueskyinit.

　　Everyspringistheonlyspring,aperpetualastonishment.

　　Inthosevernalseasonsoftheyear,whentheairiscalmandpleasant,

　　itwereaninjuryandsullennessagainstNaturenottogoout

　　andseeherriches,andpartakeinherrejoicingwithheavenandearth.

　　Springarenotalwaysthesame.Insomeyears,AprilburstsuponVirginiahillsinoneprodigiousleap-andallthestageisfilledatonce,wholechorusesoftulips,arabesquesofforsythia,cadenzasoffloweringplum.Thetreesgrowleavwsovernight.

　　Inotheryears,springtipoesin.Itpauses,overcomebyshyness,likemygrandchildatthedoor,peepingin,duckingoutofsight,gigglinginthehallway."Iknowyouareoutthere,"Icry."Comein”AndAprilslipsintoourarms.

　　Thedogwoodbud,palegreen,isinlaidwithrussetmarkings.Withintheperfectcupascoreofclusteredseedsarenestled.Oneexaminesthebudinawe:Wherewerethoseseedsamonthago?Theapplesdisplaytheirmilliner'sscrapsofivorysilk,rose-tinged.Allthesleepingthingswakeit,feelit,crumbleAprilinyourhands.

　　Looktotherueanemone,ifyouwill,orthepeapatch,ortothestubbornweedthatthrustsitsshouldersthroughacitystreet.Thisishowitwas,isnow,andevershallbe,theworldwithoutend.Intheserenecertaintyofspringrecurring,whofearthedistantfall?