关于春天的英语手抄报内容

My favourite season
Hello, my dear friends! What’s my favourite season? Let me tell you.My favourite season is spring. Spring is a lovely season, I think. There is a garden behind my house. In spring, the trees become green and the flowers give off fragrance(芳香). There are many butterflies and bees over the flowers. The butterflies are dancing and the bees are singing. Sometimes it rains. It usually rains quietly. The rain moistens(滋润) the trees and the flowers. I think they may say, “We’re very thirsty. The rain is very good. It can help us.” What a beautiful scene! Don’t you think so? And what about your favourite season,could you tell me?
我最喜欢的季节
你好，我最亲爱的朋友！我最喜欢的季节是哪个呢？让我告诉你。我最喜欢的是春天。我觉得春天是个可爱的季节。在我家后门有个花园。在春天，树变绿了，花也散发着芳香。有许多蝴蝶和蜜蜂在花丛中飞舞。蝴蝶在跳舞，蜜蜂在歌唱。有时候，会下雨，常常都是下得轻轻的。 雨水滋润了树木和花朵。我想他们会说，“我们好渴，这雨水真是及时。”真是一幅美丽的画面！你不这样认为吗？你能告诉我你最喜欢的季节吗？

我现在也正在画关于春天的手抄报 ，其实你在版面上画一幅占2/1的花，然在花上写题目
接着再把这文抄上去 。感觉很不错

Spring Festival is the most important festival in China .
春节是中国最重要的节日
It’s to celebrate the lunar calendar ‘s new year .
它是为了庆祝农历新年
In the evening before the Spring Festival ,families get together and have a big meal .
在春节前夜,家人聚在一起享用丰盛的一餐
In many places people like to set off firecrackers .
在许多地方人们还放鞭炮
Dumplings are the most traditional food .
饺子是最传统的食物
Children like the festival very much ,because they can have delicious food and wear new clothes .
孩子们非常喜欢春节,因为他们可以吃好吃的东西和穿新衣服
They can also get some money from their parents.
他们也可以领到压岁钱
This money is given to children for good luck .
给孩子的这些钱是为了(来年的)好运气
People put New Year scrolls on the wall for good fortune .
人们也用贴年画的方式来乞求好运
The Spring Festival lasts about 15 days long .
春节持续近15天
People visit relatives and friends with the words “Have all your wishes ”.
人们拜访亲戚朋友时会送上一句"万事如意"
People enjoy the Spring Festival ,during this time they can have a good rest .
人们享受春节,在这段时间他们可以好好休息一下

为你提供一篇关于春天的文章吧，应该用的上 ^_^
Spring are not always the same.In some years,April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,whole choruses of tulips,arabesques of forsythia,cadenzas of flowering plum.The trees grow leavws overnight.
In other years,spring tipoes in.It pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway."I know you are out there,"I cry."Come in”And April slips into our arms.

The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet markings.Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled.One examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?The apples display their milliner's scraps of ivory silk,rose-tinged.All the sleeping things wake it,feel it, crumble April in your hands.
Look to the rue anemone,if you will,or the pea patch,or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street.This is how it was,is now,and ever shall be, the world without end.In the serene certainty of spring recurring,who fear the distant fall?