编者按: 惊蛰天，雨水不再。春雷唤醒钻进泥土越冬的小动物，木棉花在一夜间就开得炫目。风轻云淡，日光温柔，空气像潺潺流动清冽的水，连城市的剪影都变得柔和温润。

春天来了。

托马斯·纳什作为文艺复兴时代的一颗新星，运用丰富多彩的意象，糅合了动态和静景，为我们描绘了一副春的景象。

让我们蘸着身边春的气息，一起来品味这首优美的诗歌吧。

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! the sweet Spring!