Golden time
The essay “Autumn Morning” for grade 2 will allow students to practice their coherent speech skills and teach them to correctly express their thoughts. This is a wonderful time of the year, giving people a lot of positive emotions, so completing the task will not be difficult.
The autumn forest looks great. The abundance of colors and smells literally drives you crazy. A walk through the autumn forest brings indescribable pleasure . Nature has not yet fully awakened from sleep, and silence fills everything around. At this time, the air seems especially fresh, and the morning dew, like a mirror, reflects the colorful foliage of the trees.
A walk along forest paths leaves an unforgettable feeling. It's nice to hear the light rustle of fallen leaves under your feet. They have recently been lying on the ground, so they have not yet lost their vitality and resemble a colorful carpet.
With the first rays of the sun, everything around begins to come to life. Forest inhabitants wake up, poking their curious faces out of their homes. All animals meet another day:
- proteins;
- wolves;
- hares;
- foxes;
- hedgehogs
New adventures await them ahead. Some inhabitants of the autumn forest have difficult work ahead of them, because they need to prepare food, otherwise they will not survive the winter. The morning autumn forest is filled with various smells:
- herbs;
- berries;
- fallen leaves;
- mushrooms
Thanks to this, a feeling of serenity and calm appears. Autumn is mushroom time. At this time of year, you can stand in the forest for a long time and watch how the leaves fall, and the birds flying south sing their farewell songs.
An essay about the forest for grade 2 allows you to convey all the sensations that arise during a walk. To write a good essay, children need to imagine in detail the early morning of an autumn day.
Text for essay:
(1) Even in early childhood I had the opportunity to admire the sunrise. (2) Early in the spring morning, on a holiday, my mother sometimes woke me up and carried me to the window in her arms:
- Look how the sun plays!
(3)3 and with the trunks of old linden trees a huge flaming ball rose above the awakened earth. (4) It seemed that he was swelling, shining with a joyful light, playing, smiling. (5) My childish soul rejoiced. (6) For the rest of my life I will remember my mother’s face, illuminated by the rays of the rising sun.
(7) As an adult, I watched the sun rise many times. (8) I met him in the forest, when before dawn the pre-dawn wind passes above the tops of the heads, one after another the clear stars go out in the sky, the black peaks appear more clearly and clearly in the brightened sky. (9) There is dew on the grass. (10) The spider web stretched out in the forest sparkles with many sparkles. (11) The air is clean and transparent. (12) On a dewy morning, the dense forest smells of resin.
(13) I saw the sun rise over my native fields, over a green meadow covered with dew, over the silver surface of the river. (14) The pale morning stars, the thin crescent of the month, are reflected in the cool mirror of the water. (15) Dawn is breaking in the east, and the water seems pink. (16) As if in a steamy light haze, the sun rises above the earth to the singing of countless birds. (17) Like the living breath of the earth, a light golden fog spreads over the fields, over the motionless ribbon of the river. (18) The sun is rising higher and higher. (19) Cool transparent dew in the meadows sparkles like diamonds.
(20) I observed the appearance of the sun on a frosty winter morning, when the deep snow was unbearable and light frosty frost was scattered from the trees. (21) Admired the sunrise in the high mountains of the Tien Shan and Caucasus, covered with sparkling glaciers.
(22) The sunrise over the ocean is especially beautiful. (23) As a sailor, standing on watch, I watched many times how the rising sun changes its color: it either swells with a flaming ball, or is obscured by fog or distant clouds. (24) And everything around suddenly changes. (25) The distant shores and the crests of the oncoming waves seem different. (26) The color of the sky itself changes, covering the endless sea with a golden-blue tent. (27) The foam on the crests of the waves seems golden. (28) The seagulls flying behind the stern seem golden. (29) The masts shine with scarlet gold, the painted side of the ship glistens. (30) You used to stand on watch at the bow of a steamship, and your heart would be filled with unspeakable joy. (31) A new day is born! (32) How many meetings and adventures it promises for the young happy sailor!
(33) Residents of big cities rarely admire the sunrise. (34) Tall stone buildings of city houses block the horizon. (35) Even villagers wake up for the short hour of sunrise, the beginning of the day. (36) But in the living world of nature, everything awakens. (37) On the edges of the forest, over the illuminated water, nightingales sing loudly. (38) Light larks soar from the fields into the sky, disappearing in the rays of dawn. (39) Cuckoos crow joyfully, blackbirds whistle.
(40) Only sailors, hunters - people closely connected with mother earth - know the joy of the solemn sunrise, when life awakens on earth.
(41) My friends, readers, I highly advise you to admire the sunrise, the clear early morning dawn. (42) You will feel your heart filling with fresh joy. (43) There is nothing more beautiful in nature than early morning, early morning dawn, when the earth breathes with maternal breath and life awakens.
(According to I.S. Sokolov-Mikitov*)
* Sokolov-Mikitov Ivan Sergeevich (1892-1975) - Russian Soviet writer and journalist, naturalist, traveler.
Autumn morning
Warm summer is always followed by autumn, which lasts three months. Many people only like the beginning of this season, when the weather is still warm outside. However, every autumn month is good in its own way . In September, autumn, like an artist, paints the foliage in red and yellow colors. As soon as the wind begins to blow, the air is filled with colorful leaves that smoothly fall to the ground. Birch and maple trees look especially beautiful at this time of year. The last flowers are still visible in the sunny meadows. The sky in September is clear and high, and the forest air is very fresh.
This month is the most anticipated for mushroom pickers. Boletus, milk mushrooms and even boletus mushrooms are often found in the forest. Families of red foxes hide in the thick grass, which has not yet lost its green color. If you walk through the forest at this time, you can collect a basket of delicious blueberries and bright red drupes. The bunches of rowan trees have already ripened, and the berries of viburnum have acquired a scarlet color. Forest inhabitants are actively stockpiling supplies for the winter. In the sky you can see birds flying away to warmer lands, singing their farewell songs.
October is the time of the first frosts. The leaves from the trees fall more actively and cover the entire ground in the forest with a multi-colored carpet. The colors gradually begin to fade, because nature needs to complete its preparations for winter.
In November, the trees have almost completely lost their leaves, making the forest seem transparent. Only pine and spruce trees have not lost their color and stand out brightly against the general background. The sky turns gray and becomes gloomy. The remaining rowan and viburnum berries will help the feathered inhabitants of the forest survive the winter. In November, nature falls asleep, and autumn will soon be replaced by white winter.
Early morning
Well, Olga, as always, asked a bunch of questions. The Sun and the Moon are different concepts that are reflected differently in our subconscious. The Sun is the source of Light. The moon is his reflection. It's like a picture in someone's retelling. Therefore, a completely different perception. All sorts of sorcerers and witches work with the energy of the Moon... But shamans... if there are still real ones (i.e. attuned to reality, not myths), it’s unlikely. Why delve into the retelling when there is a primary source? A cold and weakened body reaches out to the Sun - and it’s unlikely that anything can replace these sensations. In general, I do not recommend anyone to go too close to the Moon. And on the full moon (as well as the new moon), I would recommend generally refraining from various methods of attunement, including meditation and prayer - it is better to engage in some simple activity these days, as close to the earth as possible. The first thing that came to mind was digging potatoes. In general, the associations are clear. It will be healthier this way. The morning and evening sun are different levels of energy-information background. The morning sun is filled with fresh, unspent energy, which by evening takes on the features and shades of human personality... mostly sensuality. Thus, in the morning we tune in to the original source, while in the evening we perceive it in the sensations of nature tired during the day and human stress. Is there a difference between tuning into the Light and prayer? By and large, no. But only if both are done correctly. The whole point is that moral and ethical imperatives are not perceived by the area of the unconscious in human thinking. You can give “good” instructions as much as you like, as Kashpirovsky tried, but everything will be to no avail. You can talk endlessly about love, but the bright image of Aphrodite will be immeasurably stronger and clearer. The lack of imagery is the weak point of all modern religions. And we know the results - numerous facts of fanaticism under the most innocent religious slogans. It must be said that the fathers of the Christian Church found a completely reasonable solution to this. Prayers have essentially become mantras. By pronouncing some text from beginning to end, a person thus turns off his thinking. Plus joining the egregor. That's the effect. All problems arise later - when a person leaves the state of prayer. He reenters ordinary life and begins to “sin.” He does not have an internal attitude to apply the prayerful state in our everyday life. It’s no secret that graduates of Sunday church schools are not very adaptable to life - this is a real problem! Should we talk about Lucifer? To be honest, I’m afraid of drowning in scholasticism here. Based on the primary sources, Jesus withstood the tests of the devil, but did not declare war on him! For all that, he dealt with the demons casually - he killed them wherever they came across his path. So everything is more complicated. For example, there is an opinion that Lucifer and Prometheus are one and the same person. And this significantly changes the way you look at many things. In general, all the scholasticism of “late Christianity” can be thrown out. The authors of early Christianity are very interesting to read. Well, they debated freely with the philosophers of Hellas. Nobody called it heresy then. In late Christianity, there are references only to the authorities of the church itself - and the inferiority of thought when trying to understand something in such texts is obvious.
The beauty of nature in autumn
The essay “Morning in the Forest” in 8th grade is one of the most favorite among schoolchildren . This work allows you to convey to them all your feelings that arise after walks in nature.
People like different seasons. For some, the best time is summer, while others see beauty in spring. However, there are those who adore autumn. It is especially beautiful at a time when there is no frost yet, and the sun's rays continue to bring warmth. The trees begin to dazzle with colors, gradually getting rid of their foliage.
There are already frosts in the morning. If you go outside at this time, you can see thin ice on the puddles . Many people do not like autumn due to frequent rains and gloomy weather. However, there are also sunny days when it is worth visiting the forest, especially in the morning. While walking, you can admire the variety of colors and take a break from the urban greyness. The sun appears from behind the clouds, then hides behind them again. Fallen leaves rustle underfoot.
After a walk through the autumn forest, your mood will definitely improve. Photos taken in nature will help you relive these moments again. You shouldn't sit at home on sunny autumn days, you need to get out into nature. A lot of pleasant impressions and a great mood are guaranteed.
Essay on the painting “Morning”
Yablonskaya, the author of the work, was an optimistic person aimed at goodness and joy. And this despite the fact that the years of the artist’s life (1917-2005) fell during the revolution, the Civil War, and then the Great Patriotic War. She saw repression and excesses, faced injustice. But she managed to maintain the desire for happiness and a positive attitude, no matter what happened.
The artist, originally from Smolensk, spent almost her entire adult life in Kyiv. Here the idea arose to capture what she saw - the artist’s daughter was so selflessly doing physical exercises.
The painting is an image of part of a room with light yellow walls. On a warm May morning, a schoolgirl jumped out of bed and the first thing she did was open the doors to the balcony. Fresh air rushed into the room, the sun poured down, illuminating the furniture, the parquet floor and the heroine of the picture.
This is a girl about 12-13 years old, thin and light. She stands with her chin raised, like a dancer, with her arms spread wide and her foot placed on her toes. This position clearly assumes that a graceful step will now follow. The girl is wearing a white T-shirt and black sports panties - it’s very comfortable to work out in such clothes.
There is not much furniture in the room: a round table under a tablecloth, a wooden bed with an unmade bed, a chair with a curved back, on which there is a red tie, the pride of Soviet pioneers. Mom has already put a jug of milk and a bun on the table for her daughter so that she can have breakfast before school.
There are indoor flowers on the windowsill and in the partition between the windows, devoid of curtains. One, which is in a wall pot, has grown incredibly lushly and hangs with picturesque vines, framing the high arched windows. The green foliage shimmers in the sunlight, playing like a mosaic. There are also boxes with plants on the balcony floor.
I vividly imagine how the girl flutters like a butterfly from flower to flower and carefully waters them. And going out onto the balcony with a watering can, the girl sees a huge city below, hears its beeps and human noise. This is her city, her country, and ahead there is only responsible study, interesting work and important achievements - a happy, peaceful life.
