Composition "The Four Seasons".
Seasons
The seasons are four different seasons. Spring is the time when the snow turns into numerous streams that go deep into the earth. At this time, it gets warmer, the earth receives a lot of moisture, allowing the plants to come to life. Summer is the season of fragrant flowers and bright sun. Autumn is the time of harvest and colorful trees. A harsh winter, to which all plants, animals and people are ready to obey.
Each season bears its own colors and gives a person a special mood. Seeing how the seasons replace each other is real happiness.
Awakening spring
Spring begins to fulfill its duties after a cold winter. Every day the snowdrifts are getting smaller, the sun is brighter. The birds begin to return and delight with their lovely singing. The grass turns green, and the trees are budding. Various animals wake up in the forest after hibernation. Snowdrops appear, which are a symbol of spring awakening.
Children let boats run along the streams, and adults organize subbotniks. Everyone rejoices at the warm rain, which in an instant drives snow from the meadows and awakens the first flowers.
Very soon the month of May will come, accompanied by thunderstorms. They notify that the summer warm season is coming soon.
Hot Summer
Summer pleases with delicious berries and fragrant flowers. All meadows are trying on a new rich green color. Trees are noticeably transformed by putting on numerous leaves.
From the scorching sun and high temperature, animals hide in their burrows, going out in search of prey only on a cool night. People often go to the forest for mushrooms, berries, fleeing the heat under the fluffy crown of trees. Rain is a real salvation for all living beings. After him, a huge rainbow of seven colors appears in the sky. Soon the green beauty will be replaced by different bright colors.
Golden autumn
Gloomy days and changeable weather come in autumn. In an instant, sunny weather can turn into windy and rainy. Sometimes, in the fall, you don't want to go out. Wrapped in a blanket, you watch the seasons raging among themselves - summer and autumn.
In autumn, people rush to harvest before the first frost. Birds fly away to warm lands. Animals go into hibernation. You can endlessly admire how bright orange, yellow, red foliage falls from the trees. No matter how summer tries to defend its rights, according to the laws of nature, winter will win.
Harsh winter time
When winter fully comes into its own, the land will be covered with fluffy snow. It keeps plants from frost and gives children many pleasant moments. The winter sun is quickly hiding behind the horizon. The snowstorm howls sadly, raising the snow veil high, filling all the roads and tree branches.
In the morning, you can definitely see beautiful patterns on the windows. To keep their homes warm, people heat their stoves. You can't go outside without warm woolen mittens. It is in winter that people celebrate many holidays. These holidays cannot be imagined without a blanket of snow and frost.
little friends. And then one day my dream came true, because I realized that miracles happen every day, only we do not notice them, and it is very easy to notice them ... Listen! .. Do you hear? (quiet music plays).
We are going with you to the country where the Seasons live.
Tale of the Seasons
People lived in one magical land. They were beautiful and kind, always helped each other, and their mood was always cheerful. The weather of this magical country was the same as the people themselves: sunny, cheerful. Every morning the sun rose over the country and with every ray, like a hand, greeted every inhabitant, and in the evening it went down and indicated that the day was over and it was time for all people to rest. The trees were full of delicious fruits - apples, pears, plums, oranges - so people didn't have to cook. The water in the river was so clean and tasty that there was no need to prepare any other drinks. The life of the people of this country was wonderful and carefree, so no one could even think of anything different.
But one day everything changed. Suddenly a strong cold wind blew, clouds flew in, and it began to rain. Leaves flew from the trees. All animals and birds hid in their houses.
Then it got even worse: it got colder and snow fell. People got scared because they had never seen snow. They hid in their homes and looked in horror at the white fluff flying from the sky. It seemed that this cold would always be. Horror gripped people.
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But then the snow ended, the kind sun came out, the birds sang merrily. The snow began to melt and wonderful white flowers appeared on the ground. The sun was hotter and hotter, it became very warm, and delicious fruits appeared on the trees again. People left their homes and laughed, finally everything became as good as before. But their joy did not last long.
Suddenly a strong wind rose again, it began to rain, and all the leaves flew from the trees. Then snow fell and it became very cold. And then everything repeated itself, as the last time: the sun peeped out, the snow melted, green grass appeared, the leaves turned green on the trees, flowers bloomed. Then the fruits ripened, and people ran to pick them. As soon as they got themselves food, a strong wind blew again, and everything was repeated anew.
Nobody could answer the question: "What's going on?" Small houses of people could not stand the rain and snow, tasty fruits were no longer growing constantly, and people were often hungry - after all, they did not know how to do anything with their own hands.
Then people decided to go to the Good Wizard for advice. The road to him was not easy, but the desire of people to talk to the Wizard was so strong that they were able to overcome all the difficulties of the path. The people asked the Wizard: “What happened?
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the country is raining, cold white flakes are flying from the sky, are we cold and hungry? "
The wizard looked at the people and said: “Your happiness and unhappiness is that you do not know what the Seasons are - winter, spring, summer, autumn. You don't know when to store food, when you need warm clothes ... "
How to tell your child about the seasons
People listened to the Wizard and understood that there is still much they do not know and cannot do. And the Wizard continued: “You sing beautiful songs, dance beautiful dances, love the world in which you live. You know how to enjoy life. Now you need to learn how to work and observe Time. And to make it easier for you to do this, I will give you a magic stone. "
People looked at the magic stone and were surprised: they had never seen such a beautiful stone before. It was really magical: huge, it shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. And the Wizard said: “Watch the stone. When it is yellow, it means that autumn will come soon: a cold wind will blow, it will rain, the leaves will fall. You can prepare for her arrival: collect fruits and wheat. When the stone turns blue, it means that it will soon be winter: it will become very cold, snow will fall. Hurry up to insulate your houses. The stone will turn green, which means that spring will come soon: the warm sun will look out, it will be possible to sow bread. The stone will turn red - it means that summer will come soon: it will be hot. Mushrooms and berries will grow in the forest ”.
The people thanked the Wizard and returned home. They took out old wise books and read how to sow bread, build warm houses, sew nice, comfortable clothes, and much more. They watched the stone and found out when it will be winter, spring, summer, autumn. People were no longer afraid of rain and snow, but rejoiced in them no less than the sun. They knew that rain helps all living things grow, and snow in winter warms underground inhabitants. So the people of this country learned to work and; I.
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Soon they got used to the changing Seasons and drew up a Calendar that had three winter months, three spring months, three summer months and three autumn months. According to the Calendar and the sundial, they began to follow the Time themselves, and therefore did not waste a single minute.
This is how the magic stone helped people learn about the Seasons.
WorkWith children
In the process of telling a fairy tale, an adult first introduces the concept of “seasons”. It gives a clear sequence of the seasons, denoting each time with its own color: winter - blue, spring - green, summer - red, autumn - yellow. As the tale is told, there is a change of "magic stones" depending on a certain time of the year. Do it imperceptibly, be a “foul language” for the child. And if you use burning candles throughout the whole fairy tale, this will certainly make the atmosphere magical, mysterious, calm and will interest the child even more, attract his attention more.
If your child likes the story (and this is usually the case), tell him again and again. Tell the tale slowly, make "magic" pauses, change your voice depending on each character of the tale.
Using the magic stone as the main attribute of a fairy tale, you can diversify 2-3 sessions with the tasks below, the implementation of which will help adults understand how the child remembered and understood the content of the fairy tale.
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These texts will be useful for preschoolers who are just mastering the science of reading, as well as for elementary school students to consolidate their reading skills. The texts are interesting, informative, and will be available for independent reading.
Short stories about spring
Spring
The sun has warmed up. The streams ran. Rooks have arrived. Birds hatch chicks. A hare gallops merrily through the forest. The fox is out hunting and smells prey. The she-wolf led the cubs into the clearing. The she-bear growls at the den. Butterflies and bees fly over the flowers. Everyone is happy about spring.
Spring
Spring did not open for a long time. The last weeks were clear frosty weather. In the afternoon the snow was melting in the sun. Suddenly pulled by a warm wind. A thick gray fog loomed over. Water poured in the fog. Ice floes crackled. Muddy streams moved. By evening, the fog was gone. The sky cleared. In the morning, the bright sun quickly ate up the thin ice. The warm spring air quivered with the vapors of the earth. Larks flooded over the velvet of greenery and stubble. Cranes and geese flew high with spring cackle. Cows roared at the pasture. The real spring has come.
Beautiful time
Grigorovich Dmitry Vasilievich
April is coming to an end. The spring was early. The snow has melted from the fields. Winter crops turn green. How good it is in the field! The air is filled with the songs of the lark. Fresh juice moves in the branches and stalks.
The sun warms the thicket and the fields. Remnants of snow melt in the forest and ravine. Beetles are buzzing. The river entered its banks. It's a wonderful time - spring!
In the March sun
Author: Abramov Fedor Andreevich
In a calm, in secluded forest glades, the sun is hot as in summer. Turn one cheek on him, you want to turn the other one - it's nice.
The horned spruce is warming itself in the sun, thickly, from the top to the hem, hung with old cones, the birch-trees are warming up, the forest kids - the willow, are warming up.
It's already quite spring
Author: Chekhov Anton Pavlovich
It's quite spring outside. The pavements are covered with a brown mess, on which future paths are already beginning to be marked; roofs and sidewalks are dry; the floor with fences through the rotten grass of last year's tender, young greenery.
In the ditches, murmuring and foaming merrily, dirty water runs ... Slivers, straws, sunflower shells quickly rush through the water, whirl and cling to the dirty foam. Where, where are these chips floating? It is very possible that from the ditch they will fall into the river, from the river to the sea, from the sea to the ocean ...
Hello Spring!
Sokolov-Mikitov Ivan Sergeevich
The roads have darkened. The ice turned blue on the river. Rooks are fixing the nests. Streams are ringing. Fragrant buds pouted on the trees. The guys saw the first starlings.
Slender schools of geese stretched from the south. A caravan of cranes appeared high in the sky. Willow dismissed the soft puffs. Busy ants ran along the paths. A white hare ran out to the edge. Sits on a tree stump, looks around. A large elk with a goatee and horns came out. A joyful feeling fills the soul.
Summer reading texts
Summer
Warm summer has come. The currants have ripened in the garden. Dasha and Tanya collect it in a bucket. Then the girls put the currants on the dish. Mom will make jam from it. In winter, in cold weather, children will drink tea with jam.
Summer in the forest
Author: Ushinsky Konstantin Dmitrievich
It's good in the forest on a hot afternoon. What can you not see here! Tall pine trees hung spiky peaks. Fir-trees bend thorny branches. A curly birch tree with fragrant leaves flaunts. The gray aspen trembles. A chunky oak tree has carved leaves. A strawberry peephole looks out of the grass. A fragrant berry reddens nearby.
Lily of the valley earrings swing between long, smooth leaves. A woodpecker knocks on the trunk with a strong nose. The oriole is screaming. A tenacious squirrel flashed its bushy tail. A cracking sound is heard in the bowl far away. Is it a bear?
Summer evening
In the distant and pale depths of the sky, stars had just appeared; in the west it was still crimson - there the sky seemed clearer and clearer; the semicircle of the moon glittered gold through the black mesh of weeping birch. Other trees either stood as sullen giants, with a thousand gaps, like eyes, or merged into solid gloomy masses. Not a single leaf moved; the upper branches of lilacs and acacias seemed to be listening to something and stretched out in the warm air. The house was darkening up close; long shadows were painted on it in patches of reddish light. The evening was meek and quiet; but a restrained, passionate sigh was fancied in this silence.
What is the dew on the grass
Author: Tolstoy Lev Nikolaevich
When on a sunny morning, in summer, you go into the forest, then in the fields, in the grass, diamonds are visible. All these diamonds shine and shimmer in the sun in different colors - yellow, red, and blue. When you come closer and see what it is, you will see that it is dewdrops gathered in the triangular leaves of the grass and glistening in the sun. A leaf of this grass is shaggy and fluffy inside, like velvet.
And the drops roll on the leaf and do not wet it.
When you inadvertently rip off a leaf with a dewdrop, the droplet will roll down like a ball of light, and you won't see how it slips past the stem. Sometimes, you pluck such a cup, slowly bring it to your mouth and drink a dewdrop, and this dewdrop seems tastier than any drink.
Thunderstorm in the forest
Alexey Tolstoy
But what is it? The wind suddenly swooped in and rushed; the air quivered all around: was it not thunder? You come out of the ravine ... what is this leaden streak in the sky? Is the heat thickening? Is there a cloud approaching? But then lightning flashed faintly ... Eh, it's a thunderstorm! The sun is still shining brightly around: it is still possible to hunt. But the cloud is growing; its front edge is pulled out by the sleeve, bends over with a vault. Grasses, bushes, everything suddenly darkened ... Hurry! over there, it seems, you can see a hay barn ... rather ... you ran, entered ...
What is the rain? What are lightning bolts? In some places, through the thatched roof, water dripped onto the fragrant hay ... But then the sun began to play again. The thunderstorm has passed; Are you getting off. My God, how merrily everything sparkles around, how the air is fresh and liquid, how it smells of strawberries and mushrooms! ..
Summer thunderstorms
Summer thunderstorms pass over the ground and fall below the horizon. Lightning strikes the ground with a direct blow, then blaze on black clouds.
A rainbow sparkles over the damp distance. Thunder rolls, rumbles, grumbles, rumbles, shakes the ground.
Summer heat
Author: Paustovsky Konstantin Georgievich
It was hot. We walked through pine forests. Bears shouted. It smelled of pine bark and strawberries. A hawk hung motionless over the tops of the pines. The forest was glowing with heat. We rested in thick bowls of aspens and birches. There they breathed the smell of grass and roots. In the evening we went to the lake. The stars glittered in the sky. Ducks with a heavy whistle flew to the night.
Summer has begun
Author: Abramov Fedor Alexandrovich
In the distance, a thump thumped - dark heavy clouds were creeping into the village. They crept slowly, swirling menacingly and expanding imperiously to the very horizon.
The village became dark and dumb. Even the brute was quiet in anticipation. And suddenly a deafening roar shook the earth.
Throughout the village, doors and gates slammed. People ran out into the street, put tubs under the streams and in the pouring rain happily echoed with each other. Through the puddles, barefoot children scampered about like foals, the short northern summer began.
Simple stories about autumn
Autumn
A fun summer has flown by. Autumn has come. It's time to harvest. Vanya and Fedya are digging potatoes. Vasya collects beets and carrots, and Fenya collects beans. There are many plums in the garden. Vera and Felix collect fruits and send them to the school cafeteria. There everyone is treated to ripe and delicious fruits.
Nature in autumn
The mysterious princess Autumn will take over tired nature, dress in golden outfits and soak in long rains. Autumn, will calm the breathless earth, blow off the last leaves with the wind and lay in the cradle of a long winter sleep.
Short texts about winter
Winter
Frosts bound the earth. Rivers and lakes were frozen. White fluffy snow lies everywhere. Children are happy about winter. It's nice to ski in the fresh snow. Seryozha and Zhenya are playing snowballs. Lisa and Zoya are making a snow woman.
Only animals find it hard in the winter cold. Birds fly closer to the dwelling.
Guys, help our little friends in the winter. Make bird feeders for the birds.
Winter
Author: Mamin-Sibiryak Dmitry Narkisovich
The real winter has already come. The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark speck remained. Even bare birches, alders and mountain ash were covered with hoarfrost, like silvery fluff. They stood covered with snow, as if they had put on an expensive warm fur coat ...
The first snow was falling
Author: Chekhov Anton Pavlovich
It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, the first snow was falling recently, and everything in nature was under the control of this young snow. The air smelled of snow, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. The ground, roofs, trees, benches on the boulevards - everything was soft, white, young, and this house looked different from yesterday. The lanterns burned brighter, the air was clearer ...
Hello winter!
Author: Sholokhov Mikhail Alexandrovich
So, she has come, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still dull in an autumnal manner, are completely covered with white snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a dazzling brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, frost covered the branches of poplars. Whether you look along the street, stretched out in an even ribbon, whether you look close around you, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. The occasionally rising breeze tingles the face and ears, but how beautiful everything around is! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly whirl in the air. No matter how thorny the frost is, it is also pleasant. Is it because we all love winter, that it, like spring, fills the chest with an exciting feeling. Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It is so easy to breathe and so good at heart that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: "Hello, winter!"
"Hello, long-awaited and cheerful winter!"
Author: Tolstoy Alexey Nikolaevich
The day was mild and hazy. The reddish sun hung low above the long, snow-like stratus clouds. In the garden there were rose trees covered with hoarfrost. The dim shadows in the snow were drenched in the same warm light.
Winter
K.V. Lukashevich
She appeared wrapped up, white, cold.
- Who are you? The children asked.
- I - the season is winter. I brought snow with me and will soon throw it on the ground. He will cover everything with a white fluffy blanket. Then my brother, Santa Claus, will come and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys start being naughty, they will freeze their hands, feet, cheeks and noses.
- Oh oh oh! What a bad winter! What a terrible Santa Claus! - said the children.
- Wait, children ... But I will give you a ride from the mountains, skates and sleds. And after that, your favorite Christmas will come with a merry Christmas tree and Santa Claus with gifts. Don't you love winters?
There are different seasons in the year, there are four of them, they are completely different, but they are all good in their own way. In winter, for example, there are a lot of different holidays with gifts, ice slides and snowball fights. In spring, nature awakens, flowers bloom. It may rain in the fall, but it is still very beautiful, it is called golden. Each person has their own favorite season. For me, for example, it's summer. Not only because at this time there is the longest vacation and the warm sea with a bright sun, but just in the summer it is my birthday and my mother's too. In the summer, in the very middle of it, it is already warm everywhere, the sea water warms up so much that even it does not cool. In extreme heat, you can go to the forest, there is a shadow and it is very interesting to walk. In the summer, you can find wild berries in the forest: raspberries, blueberries.
My parents and I love all seasons. In the summer, during the hot season, we go to the sea. In winter, when there is a lot of snow, we go skiing and ice skating. A large stadium was built in our yard, now you can go in for sports at any time of the year, since there is also an ice rink.
When I think about the theme “Seasons,” the heroes of their wonderful children's fairy tale “Twelve Months” immediately appear in my memory. Now, if fairy tales turned into reality, then I would definitely ask all these brothers separately, what is their significance, as the months of the year. Perhaps March would have complained that children often catch colds at this time. And this happens because the sun, although it is already shining brighter, but it still does not warm. And already I want to take off down jackets, scarves and hats. So colds begin. And what would the fierce January and February say with their frosts? Of course, who likes to fall on ice? But the New Year also comes in winter, and what could be better than this holiday? Sometimes the summer is very hot, and then you mentally pronounce it, more likely it would be autumn already. Mosquitoes are especially annoying in summer. Our conversation with months would most likely be very long and long, since there are both positive and negative aspects in each of them.
You need to look at life with optimism, then any time of the year, even frost, slush and hot summer heat will not care. In a conversation with these brothers, I would tell them that all seasons and months of each of them are good in their own way and there is much more to it. You just need to learn to enjoy life and perceive it as our mother nature gave it to us. One month succeeds another, and so there are changes in nature, which we can admire at any time of the year. We meet and see them off, this order cannot be violated by anyone.
For children, the seasons look like a new world every time, with bright characteristic colors, smells and sensations inherent in a particular season. You can start acquainting children with the seasons with pictures with a description of nature, demonstrating the features of the season, acquaint them with light poems about nature for children about the seasons in pictures and riddles.
There are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Each season consists of 3 months, and a total of 12 months in a year. Each month of the year has had its own name since ancient times. The names of the months of the year come from ancient times, in their names you can see what is happening at a given time of the year, in a given month.
Let's take a closer look at each season.
Four sisters
Poems for children about the seasons(author E. Karganova)
Has nature
Four pages,
The weather has
Four sisters
Pages about every season
Spring in verses and pictures for children
Tell me what is shown in the picture in spring?
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