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A Promise of Spring
Early in the spring, about a month before my grandpa's stroke, I began walking for an hour every afternoon. Some days I would walk four blocks south to see Grandma and Grandpa. At eighty-six, Grandpa was still quite a gardener, so I always watched for his earliest blooms and each new wave of spring flowers.
I was especially interested in flowers that year because I was planning to landscape my own yard and I was eager to get Grandpa's advice. I thought I knew pretty much what I wanted — a yard full of bushes and plants that would bloom from May till November.
It was right after the first rush of purple violets in the lawns and the sudden blaze of forsythia that spring that Grandpa had a stroke. It left him without speech and with no movement on his left side. The whole family rallied to Grandpa. We all spent many hours by his side. Some days his eyes were eloquent — laughing at our reported mishaps, listening alertly, revealing painful awareness of his inability to care for himself. There were days, too, when he slept most of the time, overcome with the weight of his approaching death.
As the months passed, I watched the growing earth with Grandpa's eyes. Each time I was with him, I gave him a garden report. He listened, gripping my hand with the sure strength and calm he had always had. But he could not answer my questions. The new flowers would blaze, peak, fade, and die before I knew their names.
Grandpa's illness held him through the spring and on, week by week, through summer. I began spending hours at the local nursery, studying and choosing seeds and plants. It gave me special joy to buy plants I had seen in Grandpa's garden and give them humble starts in my own garden. I discovered Sweet William, which I had admired for years in Grandpa's garden without knowing its name. And I planted it in his honor.
As I waited and watched in the garden and by Grandpa's side, some quiet truths emerged. I realized that Grandpa loved flowers that were always bloom; he kept a full bed of roses in his garden. But I noticed that Grandpa left plenty of room for the brief highlights. Not every nook of his garden was constantly in bloom. There was always a treasured surprise tucked somewhere.
I came to see, too, that Grandpa's garden mirrored his life. He was a hard worker who understood the law of the harvest. But along with his hard work, Grandpa knew how to enjoy each season, each change. We often teased him about his life history. He had written two paragraphs summarizing fifty years of work, and a full nine pages about every trip and vacation he'd ever taken.
In July, Grandpa worsened. One hot afternoon arrived when no one else was at his bedside. He was glad to have me there, and reached out his hand to pull me close.
I told Grandpa what I had learned — that few flowers last from April to November. Some of the most beautiful bloom for only a month at most. To really enjoy a garden, you have to plant corners and drifts and rows of flowers that will bloom and grace the garden, each in its own season.
His eyes listened to every word. Then, another discovery: "If I want a garden like yours, Grandpa, I'm going to have to work." His grin laughed at me, and his eyes teased me.
"Grandpa, in your life right now the chrysanthemums are in bloom. Chrysanthemums and roses." Tears clouded both our eyes. Neither of us feared this last flower of fall, but the wait for spring seems longest in November. We knew how much we would miss each other.
Sitting there, I suddenly felt that the best gift I could give Grandpa would be to give voice to the testimony inside both of us. He had never spoken of his testimony to me, but it was such a part of his life that I had never questioned if Grandpa knew. I knew he knew.
"Grandpa," I began — and his grip tightened as if he knew what I was going to say — "I want you to know that I have a testimony. I know the Savior lives. I bear witness to you that Joseph Smith is a prophet. I love the Restoration and joy in it." The steadiness in Grandpa's eyes told how much he felt it too. "I bear witness that President Kimball is a prophet. I know the Book of Mormon is true, Grandpa. Every part of me bears this witness."
"Grandpa," I added quietly, "I know our Father in Heaven loves you." Unbidden, unexpected, the Spirit bore comforting, poignant testimony to me of our Father's love for my humble, quiet Grandpa.
A tangible sense of Heavenly Father's compassionate awareness of Grandpa's suffering surrounded us and held us. It was so personal and powerful that no words were left to me — only tears of gratitude and humility, tears of comfort.
Grandpa and I wept together.
It was the end of August when Grandpa died, the end of summer. As we were choosing flowers from the florist for Grandpa's funeral, I slipped away to Grandpa's garden and walked with my memories of columbine and Sweet William. Only the tall lavender and white phlox were in bloom now, and some baby's breath in another corner.
On impulse, I cut the prettiest strands of phlox and baby's breath and made one more arrangement for the funeral. When they saw it, friends and family all smiled to see Grandpa's flowers there. We all felt how much Grandpa would have liked that.
The October after Grandpa's death, I planted tulip and daffodil bulbs, snowdrops, crocuses, and bluebells. Each bulb was a comfort to me, a love sent to Grandpa, a promise of spring.
In spring,our school becomes more beautiful. In our school garden, there are flowers smiling at you. There some are yellow,and red trees turn look so beautiful in green sun is shining so brightly.
Some boys are playing game in the can also hear a group of girls sing songs, about the spring these make me think that spring is here and spring is just in our school.
Spring is the first season of a e are there months in spring : Morch , April and May , The weather is warm and windy.
It rains a trees turn green and all the flowers are coming spring, I can wear my shirts .
I often plant trees and go hiking . So I like spring very much .
Of course , I like the Spring Festival , too.
Spring is the first season of a e are there months in spring : March , April and May , The weather is becoming warmer and warmer in spring. Sometimes It rains a lot. Everything has started to change in spring. Look, the trees are turning green. The birds are singing happily in the trees. The flowers are showing their smiles to us. Spring is also my favourite season. Because I can wear my beautiful shirts . I can plant trees and go camping. I can enjoy myself in the beautiful spring. Of course , I like the Spring Festival , too. In a word, Spring is a very beautiful season. I like spring very much.
春天是一年中的第一个季节，一共有三个月:三月，四月和五月。春天，天气变得越来越暖和了。有时候，也会下很多雨。春天，所有的事物都开始变化了。看，树变绿了，鸟儿在树上快乐地歌唱，花对我们张开了笑脸。 春天也是我最喜欢的季节，因为我可以穿上漂亮的衬衫，我可以植树，去野营，我可以在春天里过得很开心。当然了，我也是喜欢春节。总之，春天是个十分美丽的季节，我十分喜欢春天。
Recovery of all things spring, spring rain Sasa it like a fluttering gently footsteps of the painter, a Buliu Shen it has to every corner of the earth printed on a color.
春天万物复苏，春雨飘飘洒洒它像一个脚步轻轻的画家，一不留神它已经把大地每一个角落都印上了色彩.
Field, flower garden, the forest have a girl left behind traces of the spring, she decorated in earth Huanran, a new, beautiful and peaceful
田野上,花圃上,森林里都有着春姑娘留下足迹,她把大地装饰得涣然一新,美丽,祥和
Lovely girl-chun, strode the world came to light steps, and that picture will be a very lively scene in all directions then came, the whole world like a long sleep just wakened up.
可爱的春姑娘，迈着轻盈的.步子来到人间，那一片生机的景象便随之来到四面八方，整个世界像刚从一个漫长的睡梦中苏醒过来。
fields confusing wheat green, I looked boundless, as if the green wave. That golden wild flowers, in the Green Wave in flash.
田野上，麦苗返青，一望无边，仿佛绿色的波浪。那金黄色的野菜花，在绿波中闪光。
Spring makes everything young again except man.
春天使万物重返青春，除了人之外。
A single flower does not make a spring.
一花独放不是春，百花齐放春满园。
Spring returns to the earth. (或：Spring is here again.)
大地回春。
Spring makes everything young again except man.
春天使万物重返青春，除了人之外。
春天来了，春姑娘穿着一身绿色的衣裙，踩着一绿色车子，一路唱着欢快的曲子，高兴地踏着舞韵而来
Spring is coming. Spring girl is wearing a green dress, stepping on a green car, singing happy songs and dancing happily
它挥起绿色的令旗，指向小溪，小溪立刻脱掉冰衣，没等冰衣完全融化，小溪就高兴地唱起绿色的歌，跳下山涧、越过山岗、汇入河流，奔向大海。
It waved the green flag and pointed to the stream. The stream immediately took off its ice clothes. Before the ice clothes melted completely, the stream happily sang the green song, jumped down the mountain stream, crossed the hillock, joined the river and ran to the sea.
春姑娘又将绿色的令旗指向树林，杨树急忙舞动脱掉身上的冬衣，顽皮而倔强的吐出来鹅黄色的柳芽，就像是一只只刚啄破蛋壳儿的小雏鸡。
The spring girl pointed the green flag at the forest again. The poplar quickly danced and took off her winter clothes, spitting out the Yellow willow buds like a chicken just pecking at the eggshell.
湿漉漉的地上。春姑娘唤醒了沉睡中的小草，不管我的足迹踏到哪里，谁处可见那具有顽强生命力的小草使劲的往上长啊长啊。这让我想起了唐代诗人白居易的一首诗句；离离原上草，一岁一枯荣。 野火烧不尽，春风吹又生。
On the wet ground. Spring girl wakes up the sleeping grass. No matter where my footprints go, where can I see that the grass with strong vitality grows up hard. This reminds me of a poem written by Bai Juyi, a poet of Tang Dynasty, that is, one year old and one year old is withered. The wildfire is endless, and the spring wind blows again.
爬上龙泉湖的山岗，举目远眺，山下的树木都也吐出尖尖的嫩芽，就等着春姑娘的指令，到时候竞相成长。
Climb up the hill of Longquan Lake and look out. All the trees under the mountain also spit out sharp buds, waiting for the instruction of spring girl, and then they will grow up.
田野里，麦苗儿都已掀开了雪被子，绿油油的。绿的发光，绿的鲜亮。
In the field, the wheat seedlings have opened the snow quilt, which is green. Green light, green bright.
啊，迷人的春天，春天是绿色的，春天也是五颜六色的，绚烂多彩的。
Ah, charming spring, spring is green, spring is colorful, gorgeous and colorful.
In spring, it's a charactizing a fine spring day, a season for revival. Winter in the past, connect with the footsteps of light spirit, quietly coming to us.
Listen! Who is playing the music of "sand, sand"? Who is in the "call - call" sound? Turned out to be a voice! The book the bird why so happy? Why is the fish in the water is so lively? Must be because spring is coming, they are to celebrate it.
In the spring, let me intoxicated. The mountain flowers airtime, butterflies attracted, as if to give the flowers put on colorful clothes; The grass of the earth is really naughty, could not help but put his head out, just like play games, when the scouts.
My hometown is a piece of the awaken of spring is abundant, full of vitality, peach trees grew up, the pink flowers, just want to children that red face: cascade mountains green jade, green at the moment. At this moment, I really want to take camera filmed these beautiful scenery.
In the spring, let me unforgettable. It is the most beautiful and the most beautiful in my mind! Because it always can touch my heart, let me in the future is full of wing.
I like spring, especially its charming taste. Morning, the sky before dawn. Walk on the way to school, I heard the tree came "cuckoo" "whose" weak voice, that is the lark singing in the branches. The grass out of green shoots, which also revealed a small red bud, tiny spots. They are trying hard to grow up healthily. The scene of the revival of all things! Ah, this is the taste of the first birth!
There are new changes in schools, teachers, and students. The campus is more beautiful and tidy. Teachers have new plans in the new semester, and the students grow older and become more sensible and obedient. The whole campus is filled with the taste of the New Year!
In the afternoon, the sun is bright and the weather is clear. The sun smiles and spilt the gentle sun, shining on us and reflecting in our hearts. The spring breeze blows, like silk. In a few moments, the spring breeze came to the side of the river, whispering with the willow girl around him, and the willow girl was dancing with his long hair. Curious dragonflies were standing on the braids of the willow girl and eavesdropping on what they were saying. () I was also curious, slowly walked past, gently plucked willow twig into a wreath and put it on my head, as if I had become a willow. This is the smell of earth and vitality!
Spring is more flourishing than summer. The summer is cool with luxuriant foliage, but the spring is more All flowers bloom together. new vitality; spring, autumn is more than the vitality of the taste. Kimba Mitsuki's fall is charming, but the green grass is more vigorous; spring is more colorful than winter. The winter snow is lovely, but the colorful spring more colorful. The taste of spring is warm and warm. It's so exciting and exciting!
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