鲁迅先生风筝前两段的英语翻译，谢谢！

鲁迅先生风筝前两段的英语翻译，谢谢！

It’s winter in Beijing, the ground is still covered by snow, the dark grey bare branches are forking towards the clear sky and there are one or two kites floating in the distance; to me it is a kind of amazement and melancholy.
The kite-flying season in my hometown is in the second month of the spring season; if you happened to hear the rustling sound of wind wheels, just look up and you will see a crab-shaped kite in light sepia or a baby-blue centipede kite. And not forgetting the lonesome tile kites which are flying very lowly and without wind wheels,looking solitarily haggard and miserable. But at this time of the year, the willows have already sprouted; most of the wild peach trees have budded too and they are in concert with the children’s dotted interspersions of the sky, all these harmoniously merge into a warm and gentle springtime.
Where am I now?The bleak and chilling presence of the severe winter is still all around me; the hometown that I had bidden farewell umpteen years ago and the long gone springtime can only be undulating in the sky. However, kite-flying has never been my cup of tea; in fact, not only do I not love it, I even detest it, because it is my conviction that this is a game for the futile boys. But my little brother’s interest was contrary to mine; he was about 10 years old then, constantly ill and skinny as a lath. But kite was his favorite; he couldn’t afford one and I didn’t allow him to play; so the only thing he could do was staring at the sky with his small mouth open as if spellbound, sometimes remained for almost half a day. If a crab-shaped kite nly suddefell from the sky and you could hear him exclaimed; when two tile kites had disentangled from each other, he would jump in joy. As far as I was concerned, his behavior was a standing joke and was despicable.

emaciated appearance. But this time on the ground have sprouted willow, hickory too much spit early bud, and the children of the sky dotted care, mix a mild spring. I'm in there? Are still surrounded by winter's chill, and the home of the well-well-goodbye passing in the spring, but in this sky ripples. But I do not always love flying kites, not only do not love, and dislike him because I thought it was good for nothing kids do stuff. Contrary to what I and my little brother, who was then aged about inside and outside the strike, sickly, thin bear, however, like most kites, can not afford to buy their own, I was not allowed to put it, he had to Zhang mouth, looking to stay the air trance, sometimes as small half a day. Distant crab kite suddenly came down, he exclaimed; two tiles kite twine unravel, he jumps for joy. His these, in my opinion are the laughingstock, contemptible 希望采纳

In the winter of Beijing, with snow still on the ground, dark grey bare tree branches in the clear skies, and the distance is one or two floating kite, I was in a shocked and sad. Hometown kite season, is the spring of February, when you hear the whir of a wind wheel, you raise your head to see a grey crab kite or a soft blue centipede kite. Kite tiles are lonely, no wind wheel, and put very low, the Lingding shows poor look haggard. But this time the ground has been willow germination, early flowering Prunus davidiana is much also, and the children of the sky decorated anaphora, become integrated with the gentle spring. I am now in where? There were still winter chill, and the long goodbye hometown long departed in the spring, but the sky in the waves. But I always don't love flying kites, not only don't love, and hated him, because I think this is the play of kids with little promise. And I contrast is my little brother, he was about ten years old and sick, strike, fearfully thin, however most likes kites, could not afford to buy their own, I also not allowed to take, he had a small mouth, staring at the sky god, and sometimes the small half day. The distant crab like kite suddenly fell down, he exclaimed; two tile kites became disentangled, he would jump with joy. These, in my view are the laughing stock, contemptible