Spring poems. Spring poems Sergei Marshak the snow is no longer the same

Spring, the time when nature renews itself. Everything around is blooming and smelling. I want to sing, rejoice and, of course, delight those around me with beautiful spring poems. And it is spring poems that are collected in this section.

Martin(Boris Zakhoder)

The Swallow flew away
Far away...
Come back, Swallow!
It's April.
Come back, Swallow!
Not alone:
Let it be with you, Swallow,
Spring is coming!

The snow is no longer the same(Samuel Marshak)

The snow is no longer the same -
He darkened in the field,
The ice on the lakes is cracked,
It's like they split it.

The clouds are moving faster
The sky has become higher
The sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.

It's getting darker every day
Stitches and paths,
And on the willows with silver
The earrings glow.

Run away, streams!
Spread out, puddles!
Get out, ants,
After the winter cold!

A bear sneaks through
Through the dead wood,
The birds began to sing songs,
And the snowdrop blossomed.

March(V. Orlov)

It's frost
Those puddles are blue,
It's a blizzard
That sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shade.
Above ground-
goose chain,
On earth -
The stream woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
Tongue.

Spring is coming(Agniya Borto)

It was sunny in the morning
And very warm.
The lake is wide
it was flowing through the yard.
It was freezing at noon,
Winter has come again
The lake has lingered
A crust of glass.

I split the thin
Sounding glass
The lake is wide
It started leaking again.
Passers-by say:
-Here comes spring!-
And this is me working
Breaking the ice.

Green verses(Sasha Cherny)

All the edges are turning green,
The pond is turning green.
And the green frogs
They sing a song.

Christmas tree - a sheaf of green candles,
Moss is a green floor.
And a green grasshopper
I started a song...

Above the green roof of the house
Sleeping green oak.
Two green gnomes
We sat down between the pipes.

And, plucking a green leaf,
The younger dwarf whispers:
“See? red-haired schoolboy
Walks under the window.

Why isn't it green?
It’s May now... May!”
The older gnome yawns sleepily:
“Tsiz! don’t pester.”

We offer you beautiful spring poems by S. Marshak. Each of us knows well from childhood Marshak's poems about spring, and someone reads them to their children and grandchildren. These poems are included in school curriculum for different classes.
Short Marshak help not only to develop speech and memory, but also to get acquainted with beautiful time year

May - S. Marshak

The lily of the valley bloomed in May
On the holiday itself - on the first day.
Seeing off May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.

April - S. Marshak

April! April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields,
There are puddles on the roads.
The ants will come out soon
After the winter cold.
A bear sneaks through
Through thick dead wood.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.

March - S.Marshak

The snow is no longer the same, -
He darkened in the field.
The ice on the lakes is cracked,
It's like they split it.
The clouds are moving faster.
The sky became higher.
The sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.
It's getting darker every day
Stitches and paths
And on the willows with silver
The earrings glow.

***
We won't have long to wait for spring,
But on this clear afternoon,
Though the days of winter are numbered,
She's still beautiful.

Winter still captivates us
With its wide surface,
As if open for writing
An untouched notebook.

And let it be white and white all around,
But through the cruel frost
Rays that carry heat
They caress our cheeks.

Sarojini Naidu lane. Marshak

***
Gymnasium - S.Marshak

Approaching. Gymnasium windows
We opened into an awakened garden.
Huge maps of Europe and Asia
They tremble from the first wind.

From the distant hills the surroundings become green.
And in the dusty stream of rays
The literature teacher floats away from us
At the department of his frailty.

He swims and sings a monotonous song -
Some kind of oriental motif.
And only sometimes in half-asleep silence
A menacing call bursts in.

Then the clenched jaws open,
A confused look wanders -
And, quietly curling in a thoughtful rustle,
Huge maps are shaking

Lily of the valley - S.Marshak

The forest turns black, awakened by the warmth,
Surrounded by spring dampness.
And on strings of pearls
Everyone is shaking from the wind.

Buds round bells
Still closed and dense,
But the sun opens its corollas
The bells of spring.

Nature carefully swaddled,
Wrapped in a wide sheet
A flower grows in the untouched wilderness,
Cool, fragile and fragrant.

The forest languishes in early spring,
And all the happy melancholy,
And all your fragrance
He gave it to the bitter flower

Ice drift - S. Marshak

The ice is coming, the ice is coming!
A long line
Third day straight
Ice floes float by.

Ice floes are moving in a crowd
In fear and anxiety,
Like a herd for slaughter
They drive along the road.

Blue ice, green ice,
Gray, yellowish,
TO certain death goes -
There is no return for him!

There's manure on the ice here and there
And the tracks of the runners.
Someone's sled was carried away by the ice,
Freezing it tightly.

An ice floe drives an ice floe on its way,
It hits you in the back.
Without letting you rest,
The ice floe turns the ice floe.

But this block of ice,
Tolstoy, clumsy,
The water became free,
Shackled by the cold.

Let the old ice melt,
Dirty and cold!
Let him die and come to life
The width is deep!

- S. Marshak

Chu, pipe!
The trill stopped...
Nightingale -
Between the branches.
Lark in the sky.
Birds are chirping everywhere.
Fun, fun
We welcome spring!

Everyone in the world is happy.
The children are happy.
The rooster is on the roost.
We will sing together with him.
Fun, fun
We welcome spring!

My dear lamb,
Your voice is thin.
You, my friend, cling to me,
Lick me with your tongue.
Let me pet you, give me a pat
Wool silk strand.
Give me a kiss
Funny face.
Fun, fun
We welcome spring!

William Blake trans.Marshak

Poems about spring (“Twelve Months”) - S. Marshak

The snow is no longer the same
— He darkened in the field.
The ice on the lakes is cracked,
It's like they split it.

The clouds are moving faster.
The sky became higher.
The sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.

It's getting darker every day
Stitches and paths,
And on the willows with silver
The earrings glow.

Run away, streams,
Spread out, puddles.
Get out, ants,
After the winter cold.

A bear sneaks through
Through the dead wood.
The birds began to sing songs,
And the snowdrop blossomed!

Marshak's poems about spring are perfect for schoolchildren in grades 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 and for children 3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 years old.

Literary reading in 2nd grade

Subject. S. Ya. Marshak “The snow is no longer the same”

Lesson of general methodological orientation

Goals. Learn to predict the content of a work, read expressively, draw verbal pictures, explain expressions in lyrical text

Planned results

Subject . ABOUTstudents must be able to:

Predict the content of the work;

Use words to create a picture spring nature;

Explain individual expressions in the lyric text.

UUD. R: ability to detect errors and deviations and make appropriate corrections

P: relate illustration and text

TO: formulate own opinion and position

Personal results. Forming the foundations of success based on success criteria educational activities

Lesson content:

Motivation for educational activities.

Setting the goal and topic of the lesson.

What do artists use to paint pictures? What about the musicians? Can it be depicted in words?

What do you think we will paint pictures of? (pictures of nature)

Remember what section we are studying? (I love Russian nature)

Which poets' works have you already become familiar with?

Open your textbook to page 115. Who is the author of the poem? What is the name of this poem?

What is the topic of the lesson? State the objectives of the lesson.

3. Speech warm-up. Updating basic knowledge.

Guess the riddle:

Nose bridge with white circle,

It's important that I follow the plow

Vegetable garden, field doctor

Shiny, black... (rook)

What words helped you solve the riddle?

Underline with a wavy line the words denoting the attribute of the object.

Read this phrase: (quietly - loudly, slowly - quickly, surprised, joyfully)

Popular proverb says: “I saw a rook - welcome spring.” Why do they say this?

4. Checking homework.

Expressive reading of A. Blok’s poem “In the Meadow.”

5. Studying new material.

Getting to know the biography of S. Marshak

From the biography of S.Ya. Marshak

Early childhood and the first school years the future writer spent his time in the small town of Ostrogozhsk, Voronezh province. His family lived poorly, but amicably.

Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak was born on November 3, 1887 in Voronezh.

The future writer spent his early childhood and first school years in the small town of Ostrogozhsk, Voronezh province. His family lived poorly, but amicably.

Marshak is one of the best translators foreign poetry of that time. While still a young man, he was able to go to study in England. He was deeply touched by folk songs, ballads and poems of English poets and he began to translate them into Russian. S.Ya.Marshak also translated from Latvian, Polish, Jewish, Czech, Kazakh, Hungarian, Italian, Ukrainian and Armenian.

6. Physical exercise

The bear crawled out of the den.
Looked around on the threshold. (turns left and right)
He stretched out from his sleep:
Spring has come to us again. (Stretching, hands up)
To quickly gain strength,
The bear turned its head (rotating its head)
Leaned back and forth (leans forward and back)
Here he is walking through the forest.
Mishka is looking for roots,
And rotten stumps.
They contain edible larvae -
Vitamins for the bear. (slopes: right hand touch the left foot and vice versa)
Finally the bear had his fill
And he sat down on a log. (children sit down)

7. Acquaintance with the poem “The snow is no longer the same.”

Teacher reading a poem

Did you like the poem? How?

What does it mean “The snow is no longer the same”, “the sky has become higher”?

What picture did you present?

Working on means of artistic expression

In what words did the poet describe the melting of snow? (no longer the same, darkened)

How did he report the icebreaker? (cracked as if split -metaphor and simile )

How did you convey the purity of the air and transparency? (The sky got higher)

What words convey the joy of nature coming to life? (chirped more cheerfully)

What word did he call the paths? (Stitches –vernacular)

What did you compare the catkins on willows with? (with silver -comparison )