我一次次地从自己的小屋里走上原野,我倾听到了小草的声音。春天来了,它们从睡眠中醒来,在轻轻地舒展着腰身。春天的世界是多么美好啊,温暖的土地,和煦的阳光,还有柔和的春风,小草们竞相从泥土里伸出嫩嫩的小手来,和春天相握。 I walked out of the hut to the field again and again. I listened to the voice of grass. When spring comes, they wake up from their sleep and gently stretch their waists. How beautiful the spring world is, the warm land, the bright sunshine, and the gentle spring breeze. The grasses are competing to stretch out tender and tender little hands from the soil and hold them in the spring.