【日记】小学生我最喜欢的季节日记300字：春天来了

春天是一点一点来的

3月5日 星期三 多云。今天上学路上，我看了窗外的那棵柳树。它的枝条不再是光光的棕色，上面缀着一点点绿，像谁用笔把绿颜色点上去的。我问妈妈那是什么，妈妈说是柳芽，是叶子的宝宝。我把脸凑近看，芽比米粒还小，摸上去有一层细绒毛。我把这个写进日记。春天，可能就藏在那些小绿点里面。

3月15日 星期六 晴。今天来了一只燕子！它在我们家屋檐底下转，叫了几声。妈妈说，它是在找去年的旧巢。我站在屋檐下面看了好久。它的背是墨黑的，肚子是雪白雪白的，尾巴上的剪刀刚刚好。它飞得很快，一转身就不见了。我在日记里写：燕子回来了，春天正式开始了。妈妈笑我，说燕子早就回来了，是我才发现。

3月28日 星期五 暖。今天学校里发生了一件大事——我脱掉厚外套了！早上还穿着，第二节课我后背就出汗。老师说可以把厚外套收起来了，全班一起拉外套的拉链，哗啦啦，像一屋子小拉链在唱歌。我的外套是蓝色的，胸口有个小口袋，以前装过奶糖。现在口袋空空的，可是我很高兴，因为脱下厚外套，就是春天真的到了。

4月2日 星期三 晴。晚上我把日记翻回去数：柳芽、燕子、厚外套，我都写过了。以前我总以为春天会突然有一天到来，现在我知道不是的。春天是一点一点来的：先来一颗芽，再来一只鸟，再来一件脱掉的衣服。我的日记把它们全接住了。明天我还要去找，春天还藏在草地里，藏在风里，我要把它们也写下来。我还想好了，等夏天来了，我也要这样一篇一篇写，把每个季节都接住，一个都不放过。

Spring Comes in Pieces

March 5, Wednesday, cloudy. On the way to school today I looked at the willow outside my window. Its branches are no longer bare brown; they are dotted with tiny green specks, as if someone had flicked green paint onto them with a brush. I asked Mother what they were, and she said they were willow buds, the babies of leaves. I put my face close. The buds are smaller than rice grains and covered with fine fuzz. I wrote this in my diary. Spring, I think, is hiding inside those tiny green specks.

March 15, Saturday, sunny. A swallow came today! It circled under the eaves of our house and chirped a few times. Mother said it was looking for the old nest of last year. I stood under the eaves and watched for a long time. Its back is ink-black, its belly snow-white, and the scissors on its tail fit just right. It flew very fast; one turn and it was gone. I wrote in my diary: the swallow is back, so spring has properly started. Mother laughed at me and said the swallow arrived long ago; I only just noticed.

March 28, Friday, warm. Something big happened at school today - I took off my thick coat! In the morning I still wore it, but by the second class my back was sweaty. The teacher said the thick coats could be put away, and the whole class unzipped at once, a rustle like a roomful of tiny zippers singing. My coat is blue, with a small pocket on the chest that used to hold milk sweets. The pocket is empty now, but I am glad, because taking off the thick coat means spring has truly arrived.

April 2, Wednesday, sunny. Tonight I flipped back through my diary and counted: the willow buds, the swallow, the thick coat - I wrote down all of them. I used to think spring would arrive suddenly, all at once, on some single day. Now I know it does not work that way. Spring comes in pieces: first one bud, then one bird, then one more piece of clothing taken off. My diary caught them all. Tomorrow I will keep looking. Spring is still hiding in the grass and in the wind, and I will write those down too. I have already decided: when summer comes, I will keep writing one page after another like this, catching every season and letting none slip past me.

今天我把春天找齐了

4月6日 星期二 晴转暖。今天语文老师布置了一个作业，叫找春天。老师说，谁找到得多，明天就请谁上台讲。放学铃一响，我就拉着爸爸去小河边，因为我觉得春天肯定藏在那里。

第一个找到的是柳树。河边的柳树全垂下了绿绿的长枝条，风一吹，枝条就轻轻扫水面，水面上出现一圈一圈的小波纹。我伸手接住一根枝条，上面有刚展开的小叶子，嫩绿嫩绿的，像刚洗过澡。我对爸爸说：柳树是春天寄来的信！爸爸说他小时候背过一首诗，不知细叶谁裁出，二月春风似剪刀。我说那剪刀一定是柳树自己藏的。

第二个找到的是燕子。我正盯着水面看波纹，忽然一只燕子从我头顶飞过去，尾巴的剪刀刚好擦过水面，水面点出一个小圆点。它叫了一声，声音细细的。我数了数，一共三只，排着队飞。我高兴得跳起来，差一点踩进水里。爸爸一把拉住我，说看春天可以，不许跳河。我记住了，燕子是排着队来的。

第三个找到的最意外，是我自己身上的厚外套。回家路上太阳大大的，我后背全是汗，脸也烫烫的。爸爸问我热不热，我说热。于是我在路边脱下厚外套，抱在怀里。外套上还有太阳的味道。走着走着我忽然明白：原来脱掉厚外套，也是找到春天了！春天藏在我自己身上，我找了半天，它一直在我背上。

晚上我趴在桌上写这篇日记，把三样春天全写上了：柳树、燕子、厚外套。老师说找得多的上台讲，我明天要第一个举手。我还要告诉同学们，春天不用翻遍全世界去找，放学路上就有，就看你低不低头、抬不抬头。对了，明天我要穿薄外套上学，因为春天已经在我身上了。

Today I Found Spring All Together

April 6, Tuesday, sunny turning warm. Today our Chinese teacher gave us an assignment called Find Spring. She said whoever finds the most will be invited to tell the class tomorrow. The moment the bell rang I pulled Father to the little river, because I felt spring must be hiding there.

The first thing I found was the willows. Every willow by the river had let down long green branches, and when the wind blew they swept the water softly, making little rings on the surface. I caught one branch in my hand. It carried newly opened small leaves, tender green, as if just bathed. I told Father: the willows are letters posted by spring! Father said he memorized a poem as a child, about fine leaves cut out by the scissors of February wind. I said those scissors must be hidden by the willows themselves.

The second thing I found was the swallows. I was staring at the ripples when suddenly a swallow flew over my head, the scissors of its tail just grazing the water and tapping one small round dot on it. It chirped once, a thin little sound. I counted three in total, flying in a line. I jumped for joy and almost stepped into the river. Father grabbed me and said looking at spring is fine, jumping into rivers is not. I noted that down: the swallows came in a queue.

The third find was the most surprising - the thick coat on my own body. On the way home the sun was big and my back was all sweat, my face hot. Father asked if I was hot, and I said yes. So I took off the thick coat right there by the road and carried it in my arms. It still held the smell of the sun. Walking along, I suddenly understood: taking off the thick coat is also finding spring! Spring had been hiding on my own body. I searched everywhere, and it had been on my back the whole time.

At night I lay on the desk writing this diary, with all three springs on the page: willows, swallows, the thick coat. The teacher said those who find much speak to the class, and tomorrow I will raise my hand first. I also want to tell my classmates that spring does not need searching across the whole world - it is on the way home from school, if only you look up. Oh, and tomorrow I am wearing my thin coat to school, because spring is already on me.