春天是美丽的季节。有人爱花，因为万紫千红；有人爱柳，因为杨柳依依。我却喜爱那绿意盎然的小草。
Spring is a beautiful season. Some people love flowers because they are colorful and vibrant; Some people love willows because they lean on them. But I love the lush green grass.
韩愈说，小草是报春的使者。
Han Yu said that Xiaocao is the messenger of spring.
早春之际，冰雪初融，万物都还沉睡在大地的怀抱，小草最先睁开眼睛，从松软的泥土里偷偷探出小脑袋，露出嫩绿的尖儿——此时大地一片寂静，它想呼喊，可是呼喊也没用。于是它挺直腰板，像吹起号角的战士一样，在阳光下，在春风里，在细雨中，以自己挺直的身躯给这萧瑟的早春里带来一片绿意。小草是孤独的，也是幸运的，在细雨绵绵的清晨，它落入诗人韩愈的眼中，于是幻化成千古名句——天街小雨润如酥，草色遥看近却无。来源 wwW.ZUowEnbA.nET
At the beginning of early spring, when the ice and snow are melting, everything is still sleeping in the embrace of the earth. The grass first opens its eyes and peeks out its small head from the soft soil, revealing its tender green tip - at this moment, the earth is silent. It wants to shout, but it is useless. So it straightened its waist, like a warrior blowing a horn, bringing a green patch to this bleak early spring with its straight body in the sunshine, spring breeze, and drizzle. Grass is both lonely and lucky. On a drizzly morning, it falls into the eyes of poet Han Yu and transforms into a timeless famous line - "The light rain on the sky street is as smooth as a puff, the grass looks distant but close, but there is none.
在考场上的白居易坐不住了，他意气风发地脱口而出：野火烧不尽，春风吹又生。
Bai Juyi couldn't sit still in the exam room anymore, and he blurted out with confidence: 'Wildfire cannot burn out, spring breeze brings life again.'.
是的，小草是生命的最强音。
Yes, grass is the strongest voice of life.
春风所到之处，泥土里，石缝间，街道旁，屋顶上，但凡能容下小草纤弱身躯的地方都有小草的足迹。狂风中，它左右摇摆，看似柔弱，可悬崖峭壁，沙漠残垣都有它的身影；暴雨里，它陷入泥中，犹如死寂，可风雨过后它又傲然挺立。
Wherever the spring breeze goes, in the soil, between the cracks in the rocks, along the streets, on rooftops, wherever it can accommodate the delicate body of grass, there are traces of grass. In the strong wind, it sways left and right, appearing weak, but its figure can be found on cliffs, deserts, and ruins; In the rainstorm, it fell into the mud like death, but after the storm, it stood proudly.
不论什么时间，什么地方，小草仿佛一直在骄傲地说：狂风吹不倒我们，暴雨砸不垮我们，酷热烤不焦我们，严寒冻不死我们，野火烧不尽我们……我们的存在就是生命的最强音，给生命以最大鼓舞。
No matter when and where, grass seems to be proud to say: the wind can't blow us down, the rainstorm can't break us down, the heat can't scorch us, the cold can't kill us, the wildfire can't burn us... Our existence is the strongest voice of life, giving life the greatest encouragement.
我爱小草，爱它将绿意晕染人间，爱它成就诗人的千古美名，更爱它鼓舞人心的力量。
I love the grass, I love it for blending greenery into the world, I love it for making poets famous throughout history, and I love its inspiring power even more.